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Coveting Strength(Thara/Mat)
Sat Feb 13, 2021 3:28 pm
SCIONESS OF AVARICE
Thara sat within her castle, somewhat listlessly reading away at the pages of a mythological tale. It wasn't particularly a long one. It was the tale of Icarus. The tale of a father who crafted wax wings for his son Icarus, in hopes that he would fly and escape. His son had flew too high and the sun spelt his end.
It felt like a cautionary tale. One that cautioned that if you flew too high above your station, you'd ultimately fall haplessly to a grim fate. Thara sighed softly as she closed the book and rose up from her bed.
She snapped her fingers as a few familiars dressed her body. She stretched her arms as she prepared herself to exit this castle. An act she hadn't done often. Exiting through the castle's doors, she roamed the Vicara Plane for what felt like her first time.
She rarely ever stepped outside of her home but due to recent events that could no longer be ignored... Thara felt the need to finally do something that went against her usual way of life. She was tired of being weak. She despised the thought of looking like a helpless fool or a mouse to be toyed around with. Thara took a deep breath as she exhaled. Word of a particular demon's legend had been surfacing around.
His legend was one of central interest to Thara but she didn't know the directions to where he resides. She would travel and ask for directions. She'd seek him out and learn of who he was. Anything was better than sitting around in a castle all day. Exiting from her castle, she roamed around the realm of the Danavas, aiming to find the man she sought.
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Re: Coveting Strength(Thara/Mat)
Sat Feb 13, 2021 5:52 pm
The Devil You Know
The journey to his manor would not be a difficult one, nor hard to find truthfully. For as she made her intentions known in the world to seek out the Patriach, it was almost like a gravitational pull that called to her. Despite never having been there she could easily know the direction, the winds themselves whispering to her. Fragments of ancient demonic tongue which only the eldest of demons may know, for as she walked through the Nation of Thoughts the intoxicating presence of The Patriarch reached out to her.
By the time she arrived, she would feel the innate effects of being in his proximity. Her innate demonic desires bubbling inside of her, beckoning her to follow them. Every step serving to further ignite that fire which may be inside of her. All that remained for her to do was to reach out towards the door, and knock. The outside of it a restrained, yet well kept appearance which lacked all the flair that younger demons oh so loved.
But it was clear that what she desired, what she craved, was behind the door.
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Sun Feb 14, 2021 1:53 pm
SCIONESS OF AVARICE
Thara felt a tinge - no, a shiver of intoxication within her veins as she listened to the words guiding her along with the Nation of Thoughts. It was as if her body had suddenly been filled with the craving to pursue her goal stronger than she did when she rose from the bed. It was like a pulse of energy that called out to her, luring her towards its origin.
It was almost as if the man she sought was guiding her towards his home. By the time she even noticed, she was inches away from his door, staring at the house before her. Thara tilted her head as though dumbfounded, for she now stood before her desired location. The Home of the Patriarch.
She craved strength. She desired power. She knew that above all else, she wanted to truly live up to her existence as a concept of greed.
Thara placed her hands around the doorknob, turning the door, as she entered the house. What would she see behind those doors?
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Mon Feb 15, 2021 12:59 pm
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When she opened the doors to his lair, there was a rush of power. An intoxication more potent then the strongest drugs one may acquire on earth. Furthermore, the house held an almost regal but restrained appearance, a long purple carpet which led to a staircase. The area opening into a lobby which seemed to hold various artifacts of different cultures, couches and tables adorning the room. It seemed the owner of the house was a man of taste if not a collector of artifacts.
However, the man she searched for would be lounging on a couch. The purple and white toga he wore lazily drapped around him, whilest he held a goblet. As he tilted the cup filled with some type of deep red liquid towards his mouth, drinking deep of it, before slowly lowering it. A pleased hum escaping his as his head turned to look upon the intruder upon his domain. Both of his eyes possessing blackened sclera, and crimson irises. A soft glow to them as he spoke.
"I felt the call of a young demon." His voice was that of honey, silky smooth despite the baritone behind it. A dry humor to his voice as he observed the woman. For her however, his presence seemed to reach out to her placing at ease. Or rather it would provided she choose not to resist or possessed sufficient will to deny his presence. As he lowered the goblet to place fully on the table in front of him, his gazed focused utterly on her.
"So tell me, young demon, why you have so sought The Devourer."
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Wed Feb 17, 2021 9:16 am
SCIONESS OF AVARICE
Walking through the manor of the patriarch, Thara found herself drawn in by the nigh regal appearance of the furniture. Heading into the lobby, her eyes found themselves spellbound by the artifacts from various cultures of the world. It nearly reminded her of the decorations at her own home, albeit his held a certain type of humility and class. Admittedly, hers was overtly opulent, as was befitting an existence of avarice.
The covetous demon touched one of the artifacts out of curiosity before once more feeling an elusive yet intoxicating allure, encouraging her to seek out it's origin. Thara felt that ever familiar presence, turning to the man lounging on his couch.
His aura was unlike any other demon she had met so far within the realm of Vicara. It lacked the imposing nature of a demon who wished to strike fear. His was a calming embrace that attracted one to the source. Most would perhaps feel offended at a random demon entering their home without permission but he seemed to take it in stride. Was this what he desired? Had he been the one guiding her to his home? Was it a trap? Would she die? Steeling herself from the thought momentarily, she would approach him, gazing into those arcane eyes. She was wavering within his presence, her will hardly resisting his pull. Still, if nothing else her eyes were resolute.
"I have sought you out, devourer, because I desire strength. From the mental realm to the physical realm, I wish to step into the glory of my existence as a Danava of Avarice."
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Wed Feb 17, 2021 5:39 pm
The Devil You Know
A bark of laughter erupted from the ancient demon, his roaring voice growing in tone and volume until it filled the halls. In this moment it seemed his voice bounced upon the walls, surrounding and embracing her in it's demonic warmth. It seemed he was amused by what she said, or perhaps the boldness to step direcrtly into the jaws of the beast. The young demons where always the most fun to play with, to observe, and see their growth in real time. The Danava of Avarice. What a curious little bird she was.
"Tell me, demoness, have you ever heard this saying." The deep rolling voice of his spoke, his head leaning back in his chair as he allowed his tongue to flick out to the side. Unnaturally long as it sought to lick up a droplet which hung at the corner of his mouth. His eyes not even on her, as he stared at the ceiling. "Gratitude looks to the Past and love to the Present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead.” He'd quote the saying, something he quite enjoyed before finally turning his heavy gaze upon her.
"What a beautiful thing you are, a young demon whom has cast aside all reason and thought to chase their ambitions. I love it!" His voice roared with another laugh which seemed to penetrate into the world, seeking to worm it's way into her very core. As the air it's self seemed to shake from his laugh. "What is your name, so I may take note of it? Speak it loudly, and clearly, with all the passion you can muster. Yell it! Put it into this world! Speak!"
The world almost seemed to distort around his words, as he lifted the goblet to his lips once more drinking deep of the crimson liquid. Before holding it out to her, waiting for her reply.
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Tue Sep 14, 2021 1:46 am
SCIONESS OF AVARICE
The bark of laughter from the patriarch's lips felt as if it reverberated around the entire room, dancing along the walls until it swept the danava's body within a demonic embrace. That roaring voice was filled with charismatic mirth and endless amusement. Did the answer please him? Was his laughter meant to mock her? No, it felt too alluring, too elusive in its nature to be considered ridicule. He was genuinely satisfied by the answer uttered by the Danava of Greed.
Thara gazed at the man as he remained seated within his couch, licking at the droplets of red liquid dripping from his goblet. As he did so, he posed a question to the woman - one centered around her familiarity with a certain aphorism.
"Gratitude looks to the Past and love to the Present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead."
Thara stroked her chin thoughtfully as she recalled the various books within her expansive library. None of those words seemed to come from a fairytale, the sort of literature she was overwhelmingly fascinated with. Did it seem to come from some other form of literature - a novel? Perhaps, a philosopher? She had intended to answer him honestly but his mood yet again shifted into one of bemused excitement.
He deemed her beautiful for casting aside her fear and reason to pursue her ambitions, to rise above the heavens and stand amongst a realm of those truly at home with their nature. Another roar of laughter echoed forth from his lips, booming around the room as it danced within the atmosphere. His voice felt as if it was an existence unto itself, a force that seamlessly flowed in tandem with his aura. He was unlike any being Thara had ever seen in the whole of her existence.
His voice demanded a reply, overwhelming her with its might. Thara's lips curled into a smile gleaming with excitement. Why was she smiling? She wondered. Her body remained upright but her hands were shaking. Was it fear? Was it admiration? None could say for certain. Even so, a reply was given to the enigmatic patriarch.
"Thara! My name is Thara! Thara! Thara!"
Childlike laughter danced from her lips as she held her face. Thara had felt as if she had mastered devouring others, swaying them to the alluring nature of her existence but this man was a monster, a league of above where she stood. Nevertheless, she desired to see this through. Could her path to something more lie within the wisdom of this devil?
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Tue Sep 14, 2021 2:07 pm
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His laughter slowly subsided, until it was more akin to the deep rumbling of a thunder cloud. His face in a pleased smile as the demoness seemed to be absolutely attached to his words. In but a single conversation he had brought her under his sway, drawn her into his hand. A dangerous place to be, surely. However, it was a promise of great things to come. So with that he'd lower the goblet to the table resting it on it.
"Thara, you shall join me as a retainer. Sworn in my service. Do this, and I promise you a single thing: You shall acquire your desire or perish for me. Both equally exciting."
And like that he placed a wholly interesting deal before her. His crimson gaze upon her with interest, leaning forward as a hand came to rest on his knee. It was not an apprenticeship, it was not anything but asking her to submit himself to his will. This demonic figure which towered above anything else she had seen, whom very essence seemed to whisper in the void. If she failed him she had no idea if he would destroy her, she held no idea what his ambitions where.
But perhaps her domain would give her some insight, for within his heart was greed. Perhaps not avarice for material wealth, for she alone could see he did not need such things. None more demonic then himself, his desires unknowable except to those closest to him. And if she was lucky, if she was clever enough, if she was insane enough, The Danava of Avarice stood to gain more than she could ever hope to.
All she needed to do was make the demonic decision of betting her life.
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Re: Coveting Strength(Thara/Mat)
Tue Sep 14, 2021 4:55 pm
SCIONESS OF AVARICE
"Thara, you shall join me as a retainer. Sworn in my service. Do this, and I promise you a single thing: You shall acquire your desire or perish for me. Both equally exciting."
A wicked deal to be certain, yet one wholly befitting the charisma of the mysterious devil that sat before her. To swear fealty and become his retainer. In the past, Thara would have immediately declined his proposal - without a second thought. Her whole life was a composition forged from fear of the outside world.
The Danava of Avarice never aimed to strive beyond her castle walls, content to live within the blissful delusions of a fairy tale composed by her own hands.
She was the princess of greed who lived within a decadent castle; The lovely heroine who longed for prince charming - collecting servants along the way to replace the family she felt had abandoned her.
Such a reclusive way of life seemed comical in a sense, laughable beyond compare. Did she ever truly find that life desirable? The harrowing events that had assaulted her mind raced towards the forefront of her mind as she ruminated on that one question. All the fear she felt, all the pride that was trampled on. It was a shame that still stained her soul, a soul that remained awash with trepidation.
To accept his proposal meant surrendering some form of the precious freedom she valued so much, discarding the cherished solace she found in that lonely castle. She could certainly turn him away and return to that life - a princess who never desire to be a Queen. Accepting the contract meant her life would not be promised to her if she followed him on this path. It was truly a wicked deal wrought by the hands of Mephistopheles himself.
Her desire to rise towards the skies and ascertain glory or fall from the heavens like Icarus who soared beyond heights he was not meant to reach?
In truth, she wished to shatter that perception in her mind, to give in to her nature and devour and accumulate, to manipulate others to her whim like the man before her. To refuse him and rob herself of the opportunity would be unforgivable. She owed it to herself to see this through.
To the Danava of Avarice, there was no turning back. Waging her life in return for realizing the fruits of her conceptual existence was a deal worth accepting.
She walked forward, circling her finger around his goblet as she gazed deep into his eyes, her smile full of mirth as she leaned forward.
"I accept. From this day forward, my fealty lies with you. I swear my service as your retainer. If I am to die, I ought to die striving for a gift that truly means something within this existence of mine."
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Wed Sep 15, 2021 1:20 pm
The Devil You Know
"Good."
The creature would remark as he began to stand up, it was a slow rise to his feet. But wholly graceful carrying with it something else in it's movements. A danger that in but a moment he could move with the intent to take her life, and there would be nothing she could do to stop him. She had a powerful ally indeed. Finally he would stand to his full height in front of her, the towering demon lifting a hand to cup her cheek. His eyes meeting her own.
The deep crimson irises seemed to glow in front of her, connecting deeply with her. There was a sense of infinite depth to them, a bottomless pit one could find themselves trapped within. His thumb would stroke her cheek softly, as in a second she would brought somewhere else. Or rather, she would witness a multitude of snap shot scenes. The rise of men, and fall of them. The deaths and triumphs of countless souls over the course of history. Of demons being cannibalized, and other demons brought to heights unknown.
Like a flashing display of movie scenes, she would bare witness to this. Small glimpses of Mat's 'history.' The creeping feeling of Za Kao energy seemed to leak from his hand into her while she was mentally assaulted with this history. She could make of it what she would, mean while he would speak.
"Hear my voice, heed my words, and submit yourself to my authority. You are my chosen, pledged unto me. Drink of my blood, and bind yourself to me." His voice would distort, as she would most likely know this was demonic magic. A deep ritual of binding, enriched by his incantation. Tapping into the deep reservoir of his energy, and those that worshipped him, he could lift his free hand upwards towards her lips. His hand closing into a tight fist, enough to tear the flesh upon his palm as black blood now cascaded down his hand. He raised it above her mouth, waiting for her to accept his unholy sacrament.
"Feast upon my body, and enter unto covenant with me. Should you betray this covenant, let your soul be forfeit and I shall feast upon you- as you do so upon me now." His words warped as they left his mouth as the all consuming feeling of Za Kao seemed to now flood the area. This was a powerful ritual, a powerful spell, one which required her consent.
But there would be no going back. And as she made her choice, crimson irises seemed to glow with excitement.
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