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Kairos
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Posted | 04-13-2018, 10:15 PM


Look at what his son had done.

The debris. The cracked asphalt. The overall gloom that was apparent in the atmosphere. Whether from natural toxins in the air, or an aura of negativity, the sun seemed to not even try to break through the dark gray sky. Soulless. A city, that was once beautiful and rising high was now fallen. Only the slight sound of something scurrying in the distance could be heard, as all previous noise that the great Monai had once held was silent. The honking. The chattering. The sound of a busy life, now just a ghost of nothingness. And there stood on the uneven ground a silhouette. Both arms interlocked behind his back, that perfect posture that even the Gods above and below would be envious of, and a stillness of him that had him almost blend into the surroundings. Pristine attire, the only thing that stood his dark frame out within the rubble that was once a beautiful and glamorous city. Silver, hollow eyes taking in even the seeming less innocuous details as the figure moved.

Careful of each step, precision in all his movements. Attention focused everywhere and no where at once. The dominion of invulnerability registered to his self, because in all honesty the dismay and ruin of Monai created a very unwelcoming, and unpredictable scenario. Had heard that dragons scavenged here. For what? Perhaps a shiny object or two, something that can be lifted from the dust and disgust that was the grounds. Certain humans would too. Those that could not get away. Those that refused to leave. Those that had lost something so very important to them. Did not matter. They were rather unimportant in the spectrum of things. But how many Demons had lost something within the disarray, destruction, and detonation of the wrath of his son? Still. Unconcerning. What was. Though. Was the image he could see still, of his son clawing to get to him just moments before vanishing. Everything had changed that day. A slow breath before he bent down carefully, retrieving something from within that rubble.

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Posted | 4 hours ago

Kalis walked through the rubble. Exploring it as she sought to learn more about what this city had to offer. She had heard of a great cataclysm that had wiped out an entire floor and it had peaked her curiosity. She had seen many things during her time in the wars in the Demon Realm, great blasts of powers unleashed upon the hordes. So now she was traveling among the mortals and the rubble to see what it looked like when that kind of power was unleashed upon the world of the City.

Her hair was twisted into a braid and coiled into a bun on the back of her head. Her lean figure was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. She had boots on that came nearly to her knees. Sharp eyes would notice that each boot housed a dagger hidden in the cuffs.

Her blue eyes studied the lay of the land as she walked through the ruins. The scent of cinnamon drifting off of her figure. It was aimed at befriending the people around her. She didn't want to inspire lust in anyone she encountered in the ruins. It did not seem the time nor the place for that sort of thing.

Her blue eyes were focused and she walked with purpose when she saw the dark figure standing amidst the rubble. Unlike the refugees she had seen this one seemed to be moving with purpose. With Control. So she walked closer. Her footsteps soft and almost completely silent as she glided over the ground. Her eyes watching him carefully as she studied him. Trying to determine what it was he was bending down to pick up.

The old demon was curious, but she was cautious as well. Her mind turned to the time when she had been a prisoner. A thousand years of torment at the hands of her enemies. She had learned caution during that time frame. She had learned to endure the pain of a thousand cuts and injuries. Her body had developed the power to endure. To heal the damage she was taking. Even when the collars kept her powers suppressed she had started developing the skills she needed to survive. The mental and emotional toughness.

She wrenched her thoughts away from that dark time and returned her focus upon the man she was approaching. Cautious and slow. Observing as she came.

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Posted | 3 hours ago


I am a
GENTLEMAN
& how dare
you presume
OTHERWISE
Should have been there to protect his son. Now the entirety of his family was becoming lost before him. Never to use dominions over them. Not even in this situation, unless absolutely necessary. Was impervious to taking the easy way out, even though he held power over every dominion at the touch of his finger tips. Could vanish ones mind with a twitch of his lips, could control their emotions and cause them to believe any single lie at a whim, could manipulate their state of thoughts to ensure negativity would cease. But. Would never. Not on them. But. Of course. Only not on them. The people. A different aspect. T h e m. Did not deserve the respect of him, or his family. The Vice Lord, very much did not appreciate---

A flicker in his mind at recognizing the source of another soul. So simple. So basic. Silent footsteps would never cover the completion of association he held to his surroundings at all times. Was no fool. Was never a fool. His finger tips touched over the artifact in his grip, as he straightened up and slowly palmed it. Finger tips procuring a handkerchief before he placed it inside. Wrapping it so carefully. Then placing it within his pocket. Straight. Shoulders rolled back. Chin tilted. Posture so perfect, even the other gods would be envious. Finger tips dancing over his overcoat before removing individual pieces of fluff free from the fabric. Smoothing out any imperceivable wrinkle that may have been obtained from the action of rustling in the rubble. Pristine white shirt. Always. Forever. Perfect.

"Sneaking up on an individual, is very unwise. One never knows what they may do."

That voice of his, low, and montonous. Void of any emotion, not a single inflection as he straightened his coat once more. A continuously habitual mannerism to perfect his decorum. Silver eyes, hollow and just as singular, never bothered to stare towards her, instead focused on everything else. Still, one would be an idiot if they did not think he did not have knowledge of every twitch of her thoughts or muscles.

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