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genessia2018-06-20 09:53 pm
bargainbinding) wrote in genessia2018-06-20 09:53 pm
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Who: Belial and Szel
Where: Everglade
What: Belial is just kinda forcefully adopting people as he goes along
Honestly, he almost walks right back out of the "subarchway" the moment after he enters it.
It's been several long weeks of exploring before Belial feels like he's finally learned the ins and out of Genessia and it's surrounding cities, and gotten used to both the lay of the lands as well as their various little quirks.
And it's Everglade that feels the most like his own world without being in London proper itself, the Black swirling thicker here than within the other cities in a way that's almost comforting. And it doesn't hurt things, either, that there's no godsbedamned crow mage running about to bring the place to ruin around their ears. It's refreshing. Here, he can almost pretend that he doesn't miss the world that was left behind.
Then he steps through the first subarchway he comes across, curious to peek at what lay beyond, and realizes that, at least for a moment, he doesn't need to pretend after all.
If Belial didn't know any better, he'd almost think that he'd somehow stumbled back home. The place sticks of Hell, but he can't recall any lands quite so covered in slick, nauseating rot, even the trees pulsating and writhing with all manner of disgusting insects. It's in the air. It's on his shoes. And frankly, that alone should have had him turning around and exiting as soon as possible.
He still considers that thought even when he's finally standing on the doorstep of the large, dark castle further inside, rot still sticking uncomfortably to bottoms of his shoes. It's not one he recognizes, but... It opens for him at his approach, and it's enough for Belial to step inside as if he meant to be here all along, lava-glass eyes searching up and down the empty hall.
"Beelzebub." Because it has to be; perhaps not the one he knows, unless his tastes have gotten considerably worse over the centuries, but surely it's some form of him. "You've a mess outside the door here. Thought you should know."
Where: Everglade
What: Belial is just kinda forcefully adopting people as he goes along
Honestly, he almost walks right back out of the "subarchway" the moment after he enters it.
It's been several long weeks of exploring before Belial feels like he's finally learned the ins and out of Genessia and it's surrounding cities, and gotten used to both the lay of the lands as well as their various little quirks.
And it's Everglade that feels the most like his own world without being in London proper itself, the Black swirling thicker here than within the other cities in a way that's almost comforting. And it doesn't hurt things, either, that there's no godsbedamned crow mage running about to bring the place to ruin around their ears. It's refreshing. Here, he can almost pretend that he doesn't miss the world that was left behind.
Then he steps through the first subarchway he comes across, curious to peek at what lay beyond, and realizes that, at least for a moment, he doesn't need to pretend after all.
If Belial didn't know any better, he'd almost think that he'd somehow stumbled back home. The place sticks of Hell, but he can't recall any lands quite so covered in slick, nauseating rot, even the trees pulsating and writhing with all manner of disgusting insects. It's in the air. It's on his shoes. And frankly, that alone should have had him turning around and exiting as soon as possible.
He still considers that thought even when he's finally standing on the doorstep of the large, dark castle further inside, rot still sticking uncomfortably to bottoms of his shoes. It's not one he recognizes, but... It opens for him at his approach, and it's enough for Belial to step inside as if he meant to be here all along, lava-glass eyes searching up and down the empty hall.
"Beelzebub." Because it has to be; perhaps not the one he knows, unless his tastes have gotten considerably worse over the centuries, but surely it's some form of him. "You've a mess outside the door here. Thought you should know."