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Started January 17, 2022 by Deleted user

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Lukas screams from wherever he is, pounding on whatever holds him captive as he begs for mercy

Kreth listens to this, amused. The things holding Lukas only tighten their grip.

"So, with that issue resolved, let's get down to business." he says, leaning forward. "Why are you here, Yaneliis? You only ever talk to me when you need something. At least, after what happened."

"Not true." she said as she took the seat next to Kreth. "What about when I visited you two months ago? I didn't ask for anything then." Yenaliis stated sweetly, resting her head in her hands. "I just miss you is all."

Kreth sighs. "Do you? You vanished without a trace after that. If you really missed me, you would have stuck around."

But he senses the truth of her words, and internally groans. I'll regret this later… he thinks, leaning forward.

"But your company I can stand. And I like you better than I like most others, with the other person I'll like being around being Goldergon here." he murmurs, lifting Yaneliis's head with a single long finger.

Edgar has strides into the room, not bothering to use the door as he regally bows to both beings. “Why, hello dear friends! I sensed a deep and powerful energy source and just had to investigate.” He casually sniffs the air for a moment. There is a human here!

(You can do plenty, most of it has to do with pain. However, Lukas is still alive. He's been released by whatever was holding him, and there is very little light in the room. Shortly, Kreth will be making his way to Lukas. You'll have a chance to do something there.)

Kreth whirls. "Who… ah, Edgar. I see you have made yourself welcome." he says drily, getting up and striding over to the man.

"I think you may have gotten shorter since I last saw you, old friend." he snarks. He's also keeping an eye on Yaneliis, to keep her from doing anything she shouldn't.

Edgar bows, definitely shorter than the other being. “Why yes, thank you for noticing! My power is dwindling and I suppose I needed a bit of a break from the torment I have been enduring.” He nods slightly to Yenallis. “Why hello, young lady.”

Kreth notes the sarcasm. "I assume you've smelled the human by now?"

His face lights up at the thought of the human. "Would you like to go investigate it?"

Edgar smiles deviously, thin lips giving way to sharp, black teeth. “Why yes, I have! I would love to.”

Lukas is huddling in the corner, breathing heavily with fear as his heart pounds against the walls of his chest, begging for escape. “P-please… I don’t know how I got here. J-just please don’t hurt me”

Kreth walks over to a solid marble wall and taps it once, lightly. Immediately it disappears. There is a black granite staircase leading down, which Kreth immediately descends.

"The human is named Lukas. He will not get any food or light. Or, the food he does get will be barely enough to keep him alive. And slowly, we will wear him away! First, however, let's make him think he's safe." he says as he goes down, clapping once. Light fills each room, revealing a beautiful interior of opal and moonstone walls, with ebony flooring. Lukas is in the nicest of these rooms.

Yenaliis followed them to wall. She was quite were on what was behind it, she had found her self stuck back there, on more than one occasion. "This is why I love you," she told Kreth affectionately as she draped her arms around his neck and stood to the side of him. "You have such talent in the art of torture."

Kreth grins. "Love you too."

He opens the door to Lukas's room.

"Hey, Lukas! Sorry about that. Just a precaution, you know?" he says, grinning.

(It seems I fell behind, lol)

“The First. How fascinating. I am among the first few generations of my race, the Vanishers, to be ‘born’ here, in this pitiful excuse of a multiverse. I still remember, quite vividly, what my first act was once ‘born’. Oh, such fun it is, ripping apart your own parent,”Goldergon cooed.

He then grinned.

“No need to show me. I have experimented with the Art of Death since my creation, and that was ages upon ages ago… or was that yesterday? Eh, whatever, time is a meaningless thing anyway,”he casually rambled.

Goldergon looked at the offered meat and snorted in amusement.

“I require no sustenance, but I always enjoy a good snack,”he said, taking and eating the meat. He then watched the forest fade, blinking.

“So, that’s why we appeared underwater. Always the damned illusions. I was hiding over by the door while you were working,”Goldergon commented.

At the smell of another, Goldergon whirled around, his fingernails instantly becoming needle-sharp claws. He calmed though when Kreth grabbed the man, and followed the pair inside, admiring the artwork. He was especially fond of some of the incomprehensible shapes the victims made.

At Yenaliis’ entrance, and the introductions, Goldergon bowed deeply, then gave Yenaliis his iconic wicked grin, his dull red teeth shiny with blood. His clawed fingers tapped once again.

He only seemed to really notice Lukas when Kreth made him disappear. Goldergon smiled at the sound of Lukas’ distant screams.

He watched from the side as Kreth and Yenaliis spoke, seeming perfectly content to stand, hovering nearby like a hungry hawk searching for prey. He didn’t move whatsoever when Edgar showed up, his golden eyes intense with morbid curiosity.

When the others headed to look for Lukas, Goldergon followed. Though, he seemed disappointed by the fact that Lukas remained alive. Goldergon had always favored quick, painful deaths that rarely ever lasted a day. Long-term torture just bored him, and he hated being bored.

After a few moments to look around, Goldergon abruptly vanished from sight. He reappeared back in the dining room, having teleported, and started roaming the manor. Lukas would never feel safe if Goldergon was near, and that was what he liked. However, it seemed that Kreth had other plans.

Edgar rolled his eyes in slight jealousy

Lukas's eyes darted around as he stumbled backward, falling onto his wings. "I don't believe you!" He said through glassy eyes, still taking short, shallow breaths

Kreth just kneels in front of Lukas. "My friend, I would not lie to you. I may look… unpleasant, but what you think you saw? The man was already dead when I found him. I can only eat living meat, and he was not long alive."

(All outright lies, btw. I like this dude for a reason.)
(Also, screw it, another character for Goldergon. He's prbly up to something.)

A figure detaches itself from the wall: female. She is made completely of Shadows. She reches the door quickly and opens it, heading to the dining room.

"Why, hello Goldergon!" she says, beaming. "It has been a while."

(Lol)
(Ooh, neat twist. Evil chuckling, shocking that this woman is actually alive. Goldergon kills pretty much anyone he meets, with very, very few exceptions. Lmao!)

Goldergon had been admiring a particular brutal painting, and daydreaming of what it would be like to do all of the things in said painting, when the female arrived. His gold eyes narrowed, both with caution and intrigue, and he hid one of his hands behind his back.

“Indeed it has,”he replied politely.

(She must have been very intriguing… either that, or she managed to be worse than Goldergon.)
("daydreaming of what it would be like to do all of the things in said painting" lmao!)

She watches as one hand goes behind Goldergon's back.

"Keep those hands where I can see them, please. I would hate to abuse our illustrious host's trust." she says, smirking.

"You have changed since I last saw you, Goldergon." she says, disappearing momentarily, then reappearing behind him.

(Considering, possibly the former. Hmm… maybe they had a relationship of sorts? Goldergon isn’t necessarily one to be in relationships [I have never written one for him honestly], but if this woman happens to be an equal to him, it’s possible. [Not many can get even close to the body count Goldergon has])

(Don’t mind me, I like to experiment with my characters. Also, I don’t even know Goldergon’s body count, so I may actually be wrong, lmao!)

Goldergon chuckled, his wicked grin returning. He moved his hand back into sight, waving empty fingers at her, a sly gleam in his eyes.

“Oh, how so? I cannot age, and most of my forms, including this one, cannot easily be changed. Or, are you simply referring to my desperate need of a bloodbath?”he asked, turning around just as she reappeared.

(That… would actually be fun to write! [I haven't really done much with her, but she's… bad.])
(Same! It's the best [and one of the only] ways to develop a character!)
(Also, her name is Zai [pronounced ZAY])

Zai keeps an eye on his other hand as well, the smirk turning into a venomous grin.

"Ah, but you admit that they can change. I knew it. And yes, there is a desperate need for a bloodbath. Or a bloodshower." she says, laughing darkly.

(Evil grin. [Makes sense. Goldergon is, I guess, a moderately developed character. I’ve got a lot down, but he’s only in one story, and then a handful of rps here, so yeah])
(Yeah, pretty much, lol)
(Cool)

Goldergon snickered.

“I never said they could not. They are corporeal bodies, after all. It is simply that my features are mostly static, in a way I cannot accurately describe to non-Vanishers,”he replied casually.

“And indeed, desperate. Ooh, bloodshowers are always nice,”Goldergon added, ending with a thoughtful hum.

His intense orbs watched Zai, his fingers eagerly tapping each other again. Even as his mind drifted through a variety of scenes where he was bathing or showering in fresh blood, his eyes never moved.

(And then there's me with all my awkward gay characters ahaha)
(I literally just made up Edgar too, so I'm just seeing where this goes!)

Edgar growled again. So many relationships in his little circle of death beings, but he had never been in one.
"There is much need for one…. I have starved for the suffering of those putrid lowlives." He huffed, leaning against the wall

Lukas pressed his lips together, huddling in the corner as he stared up at the beings. "God…"

(Lmao, really?)
(Damn… wish I could do that.)
(Is Edgar a vamp or something?)

Kreth sighs. "Which one? Be specific, please. I'm sure there are many here to choose from."

(No clue, bae. lmao)

Lukas glared, flitting his wings slightly. "What do you want from me??"

Kreth just looks amused. "Who said we wanted anything from you? We have so rarely enjoyed the company of humans… and you just happened to be the closest one. Please, just… humour us?"

Lukas looked around, then slowly stood up. "O-okay…"

Kreth smiles. "Thank you, Lukas. Now, not to seem rude, but could you tell us how you found this place?"

(Evil grin. [Makes sense. Goldergon is, I guess, a moderately developed character. I’ve got a lot down, but he’s only in one story, and then a handful of rps here, so yeah])
(Yeah, pretty much, lol)
(Cool)

Goldergon snickered.

“I never said they could not. They are corporeal bodies, after all. It is simply that my features are mostly static, in a way I cannot accurately describe to non-Vanishers,”he replied casually.

“And indeed, desperate. Ooh, bloodshowers are always nice,”Goldergon added, ending with a thoughtful hum.

His intense orbs watched Zai, his fingers eagerly tapping each other again. Even as his mind drifted through a variety of scenes where he was bathing or showering in fresh blood, his eyes never moved.

(That's more than I have for a lot of my characters.)

Zai's eyes, the color of sea foam and glowing white, never left Goldergon's face.

"Ah, but… I have an intimate knowledge of these things. You know this, Goldergon." she says, with a strange emphasis on the word "intimate" that implied a lot of history and emotions.

Her eyes still haven't left Goldergon's face, and it is obvious that she's waiting for something, an explanation, maybe, as to why he's here.

Edgar tapped his long, dark fingers on his watch, eyeing the other beings. What did Zai want? And what did Goldergon have to give? His golden eyes flicked to hers as he tried to read her intentions - but the tricky devil had them hidden well

Lukas shivered with fear. “I-I don’t know. I don’t know how…”