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Post by jarahamee on Apr 8, 2024 1:10:16 GMT -6
Ryu wandered over to Julean’s side, almost dragging his feet, and then reached out to gently press down Julean’s arm, trying to persuade him to be reasonable. His expression was tired, almost pained as he looked down at his partner in his mirrored jumpsuit and visor.
“Julean.. Julean stop.”
He touched Beleth’s wrist, and then looked at the others, again apologetic. His voice was bereft of joy, or warmth, ember eyes dull and somber. His long lank hair pooled around his shoulders as he shifted his head from side to side.
“I… I am sorry, um. Well… We um. We managed to take over Hell, and then we attacked the Heavens to end the Eternal Tyranny. And you know… we won, but this is what’s left, and the people who didn’t go anywhere are still here, and worship us.”
The tall devil looked down at Marceline with his most apologetic face, and then placed his other hand on top of Marceline’s.
“Julean misses you a lot, you know. I’m…sorry you had to see all of this.”
Malakhi unlocked his gaze from Julean’s, and frowned back at Ryu. Paimon/Ryu seemed to be trying to defuse the situation, and certainly didn’t seem happy about any of this. Maybe he was some kind of key to resolving the situation now, in their own world.
“Well. How did you take over Hell, and why?” The surgeon asked, his arm returning to his side. He wasn’t a man who smiled easily, and he somehow looked even less pleasant while frowning.
Ryu looked somehow more weary, and sighed through his nose.
“Father said it was for everyone’s good, both in Hell and on Earth, but that wasn’t true, and you shouldn’t believe it. He gave us power because we’re loyal to him.”
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Post by beastly on Apr 9, 2024 0:13:48 GMT -6
'Theyre under my protection,' Vincent's mind supplied him in a moment of fear, as the devil thing that was Marceline's brother touched his beloved. He had only ever dealt with low ranking creatures and evils, nothing so powerful as the things before him. His hand tightened on Malakhi's shoulder.
He could, of course, do nothing to protect or save them. It meant little more 'kill me first' in a situation like this. It might provoke Julean, even. Luckily Ryu stepped in.
So. Their father had fought hell, won, and then fought heaven... and won. What a terrible, chilling thought. The idea that evil had triumphed over good made his stomach twist. This place was not hell, but earth.
"...God."
His eyes fell on Marceline. The poor girl...
"We'll... W-we'll stop you then. Him. In our time. Prevent this," he tried to sound less bewildered than he was.
He had other, less important questions. Why the music? Why the jumpsuits? But the questions would wait.
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