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Cassandra had always been a bit of a bitter pill to swallow. To know whose soul she was a fragment of simply filled him with a cold rage towards Hydaelyn. Already she had taken so much, and yet she took more and more. He knew the Mothercrystal, knew she likely did it out of spite, to take a good swipe at the Honorable Emet-Selch, Architect of her Nemesis. It conflicted his feelings on the matter, but in the end, why settle for a fragment, when one could have the whole? In truth, when he died, he figured he would be free of this--of her--forever. But perhaps he should have known better. With Alex's arrival, with Lycoris's arrival, it was perhaps only a matter of time before Cassandra appeared as well. And what of the others? Would he be meeting them, as well?
So he'd approached her, and squatted down beside her. In his hand, a simple stick. In truth, he'd considered simply poking her until she woke. She did deserve it, having helped kill him and all. Poke poke, and she would wake. But, well, there were other ideas as well. He looked at the unconscious Cassandra, and looked at the stick. He shook his head, that wouldn't do, and grabbing onto the stick, he ran a gloved hand along it as it was coated in ice. He looked at her exposed flesh, ready to give her the rudest awakening of her life. However, time passed, and cold began to grow warm, and water droplets from the ice began to fall from the stick and onto the grass. He couldn't do this. She didn't deserve this. He had to come up with something else, and so, feeling out with his aether, he began to weave something anew.
And that was how, when Cassie woke up, there would be a rather bloodied Au Ra nearby, katana stuck in the ground, staring lifelessly at the sky. Red marks bled through the white of her cloth, and while it matched the red accents of her armor, well, it clearly wasn't part of her armor. Poor, poor Ayako. We hardly knew her. It was fine though.
That was a common reaction, yes. That feeling you were being stared right through. Because you were. He did not do things by... well, okay, if he felt it would achieve the same result, he may in fact do things by half. Look, he sowed the seeds, and let man do the rest. He wasn't out there in the proverbial garden tending to the harvest. He had the predictable lemmings do that for him. However, Hades, or, Galvus, he supposed, was quite happy to get quite a reaction, interjecting rather quickly "With my success rate, it may as well be." Of course, it was just starting, but part of the whole business thing was puffing yourself up! That and uh, while he'd never made a living out of it, he had helped out some lonely Amaurotines who got the same idea he had.
Placing an arm behind his back, he bowed slightly as he holds an arm in front of him. "You don't last long without one. Your mannerisms and overall projection has a regal air to it, so I'd simply assumed you were of superior stock. I'd imagined... Emperor, yes? But I didn't want to assume on that particular front." Really, they all had the same mannerisms. A snooty noble was a snooty noble, and each despite their actual title, always believed they were deserving of the highest regal title; that of Emperor. That's how it'd always been. Emperors beat Kings beat Dukes beat Counts and so on. So politely assuming emperor was usually taken as a sign of flattery.
He did give a smile though. Do his job, do his job. Don't make any snide remarks. "But I am indeed, Galvus, and while I am new to this world, I am not new to my techniques." He took his own seat. "I ask you questions, and ask you to talk about yourself and what you'd like in a partner, and then I find someone to match you up with." Right, easy enough, wasn't it? "We'll begin with you. Tell me about yourself." Somehow, he had a feeling that such a thing wouldn't be an issue for the man before him.
And what the man said confirmed one theory, at least. A world covered in monsters of darkness. The rest, he could put together on his own, and he tipped his hand just a little further. "Ah, a Flood of Darkness." He gave the phenomena a name. Unending night and a world of daemons, or voidsent, as most called them in his world. "A land overrun with monsters, cloaked in eternal night." Yes, like the man before him, Hades was all too acquainted with the possibilities of the dark, not just in its destructive form, but also its' beautifull creative form. Light was passive, stillness, and it was rather telling that at least one of the Warriors of Light would readily admit that a Flood of Light was far worse than a Flood of Darkness.
It didn't answer his question, and he had the advantage that his question was a shrewd one. There was a roundabout answer, and then there was just dodging! Unfair, unfair. So he shrug, and shook his head with a scoff. Oh, well. Still, Hades couldn't help but give an amused smirk at the question. "If I recall, you said you would ask nothing regarding my origin, no? Oh, well. I suppose it matters little. I am a man of no consequence, after all, and my origin is irrelevant." And here, he wasn't of any consequence. He had no grand role, no grand stakes. Hades had no real impact in this new world. Neither did that regal buffoon in his dating office, but Somnus seemed to be in denial there.
"In the end, that answer depends on one's definition of a god, you know." That changed from person to person. To the Beastmen of the Source, to King Thordan, to the Ancients themselves, that definition changed. "The immaculate perfection that is the divine as some would see? Or those who are simply powerful? If you have the arrogance of a god, and the power to back it up, who's to say you are not a god?" The second was Thordan's reasoning. He was divine, and he would smite any who disagreed.
Now, how to phrase this without saying "we created them." Or at least, Zodiark and Hydaelyn. Memories of the Final Days flashed in his memory, tearing that spiritual wound open anew, and he once again felt that great burden upon his shoulders as it threatened to crush him, if only for a moment. "But as I define them, yes." Some of the story, but not all of it, that was the best approach. "In my world, they are regularly called by their followers, draining the land of its aether. It's such a common issue that adventurers called Warriors of Light regularly hunt them and strike them down." Of course, the Ascians regularly spurred the summonings. Hades thought for a moment, and wondered how many of the Warriors of Light were in this world. He knew Alexander was, and he was most likely not revealing that he was a Warrior of Light or a Warrior of Darkness. No, he was ambitious, but he always enjoyed the challenge of starting from the bottom.
As for his question, well, gods of another world, and all that. "My turn, I believe, and since you have broken your own rule, I shall do the same. What is your history with the gods, that you would take such interest in mine?" In short, why? He was quickly realizing however, that he didn't really need to keep much guarded from this man in terms of information. A petty monster who would say what they pleased regardless of truth? He likely had no allies, none to stand besides him. Even if Hades told him everything, this man seemed like the type to be doubted purely on character alone.
Well, she was definitely right about him hiding who he really was. After all, even in his world, he spent the majority of his time doing just that. Very few knew the man behind all the masks. Few knew that Emperor Solus zos Galvus was an Ascian from those most ancient of days. But, well, there were marks of his time as the emperor that he genuinely enjoyed. "It makes for a lovely diversion. Though I'm not sure one would call such a desire interesting. Who doesn't yearn for the life of excitement, when what they have is currently a leisurely view of life?" Of course, he'd had plenty of excitement to last him forever. While the restoration of his world and people would end his despair, and he would do anything to see Persephone again, in truth, if he had succeeded and returned Amaurot from the grave, he'd likely have kicked that off by sleeping.
A lot.
He quirked his brow as the ringing of the glass stopped. Oh, she was definitely good at this, wasn't she? Part of him wondered if in her work, she had ever played the role of seductress. "Ah, careful careful." He let out a low chuckle. He had to give her credit, she'd managed to get in a good hit there. On top of all this, she also went and added a guilt trip? Dangerously good, Cissnei. "But that is fair, I just enjoy observing others." Yes, this was supposed to be a blind date. People coming together to look for love in what probably wasn't the right place. The woman with Alex and that one man with Lycoris were in for a rude awakening if they thought it would go anywhere. It was easy to forget that when you weren't in it to find love. How clumsy of him, no?
She asked a shrewd question about his perception, and it was one he had no hope in denying. His perception in his world led him to being called many things, visionary often the most common amongst them. On the surface, one would imagine it was just the vibrancy of souls, to see their hues swirling about the forms they inhabited, and this would be true, that did play a role. But it was also perception tempered by wisdom and age. Having seen so many of a type that one came to recognize the subtle body language, the way they talked, the way they moved, common trends between the many that identified who and what they were.
So he decided to tell the truth. Besides, it wasn't like she'd believe him, anyway. "I see beyond the surface and into one's soul." It was a gambit, but one that had paid off in the past; refuge in audacity, was it? A small smirk graces his lips as he leaned back into his chair, crossing one leg over the other as he folded his hands in his lap. "As for what I seek, I seek simple entertainment. As I said, I enjoy observing others, and even in their most mundane ways, there is sometimes something to be found." Even if sometimes that was just aggravating the natives, as the Warriors of Light had so keenly demonstrated to him.
But no, he would not lie. He was not here for love. He was simply here for a good time. "And what of you, Lady Cissnei?" Amber eyes fixated on her. "All your own questions could apply to you, as well. You don't strike me as the type to simply be looking for romance here." Indeed, there was something else going on here. He leaned forward, lacing his fingers together as he gave her a knowing glint. "You too, see the world in a different light, from a different perspective, no?" She'd tipped enough that he was able to make that assumption. At least, he was certain that she looked at life from a much different angle than he did.
Now that he got a much closer look to the daemonic man devouring all in his path... Hades couldn't help but wonder just what the hell this guy was wearing. It was as if this man cared nothing for his motley appearance and threw on whatever he could get his hands on. But it was the language, the guarded words, the attempt to make him look oh so bigger. He saw it, he saw how immediately the guard went up. He must have been losing his touch here, in this world. Few ever considered him threatening, at least not in his form as Solus zos Galvus. Why, his dear grandson even made it a point to shoot him on occasion. A waste of time and effort for the both of them, but he supposed it made Varis feel better. What was that buffoon even up to?
His soul, now that he was closer, he was able to better study and examine it as his eyes trailed the man. However, he wasn't looking at him, but rather looking into him. Yes, the amount this man held close to his soul was larger than he had imagined. To put it into scale... perhaps he would equate it to the light that Alexander had once held within him. And yet he did not crumble beneath the weight. But was that a result of this man's own power? Or was it how the soul was held together? As much of an abomination as it was, there was a fascinating factor about it.
The monster made the terms clear, and what he said also implied what was left unsaid, he would not ask, but; I expect the same in return. A simple courtesy, he supposed. He'd already had plenty of information, even if it didn't exactly come down to the where or the how. That still left the who, the what, and the why. Still, the first question had been asked. A roundabout one. See, getting answers from Hades was easy; ask shrewd questions, get honest answers. Ask roundabout questions, get roundabout answers. "It's hard not to." He responded as he lifted his arms up, stretching, taking in the lovely night air with a sharp inhale. Fingers clasped together as he pressed outword, with some slight cracking sounds following. "I've always been fond of my naps. I'm a natural night owl, you know." He could exist in the day, but he preferred the night. It was only the blindingly bright light that bothered him.
Hades posture changes as he lazily hunched over. "But the night can be oh so quiet and lonely, that one tends to notice when another is about." Of course, the herd was being thinned. Who could be doing such a thing? Such mysteries. "Some merchants, though they seem to vanish just as quickly. I'd be careful, if I were you. I doubt many of them are reconsidering their life's choices mid-journey, and monsters do prowl the roads." Of course, they both knew who the monster in question for all of this was. It was just, if this man wished to play coy, then Hades would indulge him, and even stay to the conditions set forward; he would not ask of the where and the how, as implicitly requested.
But he had no problem in meeting the man's gaze with his own, staring into that abyss as his lips curled into a smirk. Yet he did not just see amber, but the patchwork that was his soul, in all its crude handiwork. No, he did not fear the darkness. How long had he spent in it? Eons passed, civilizations rose and fall, and the very face of the world changed time and again. Even in the beginning, when his world was whole, did he find comfort in it. Darkness was active, not malevolent. In truth, it wasn't even inherently more powerful than the light. Many just flocked to it because it was quicker, easier, more seductive. When one knew the breadth of the darkness, and the glory and beauty it could create, then one had no cause to fear it.
"Now then, I've answered your question, I suppose I can ask the same; why are you wandering these roads?" The man that wander ahead could wait for the moment. Plus, intentions were fair game, were they not?
Who watches the watcher, eh? After his run in with royalty, well, it might not hurt to see what such a man does. Ambitious, arrogant beyond measure, and as cuddly as a cactus. Men like him had always existed throughout the passing of eons. In his more active days, he would have simply taken the man by the hand and gave him the tools to achieve his dreams. Despite what many thought of him, Hades very rarely got his hands dirty. No, he was more content to simply sow the seeds and let man do the rest of the work for him. A thousand thousand lifetimes had given him a generally good read on how they would act. Rarely was it ever for the benefit of man. Rather, they worked only to ensure their own legacy, secure their own power, and at times, simply follow their whims. The ephemerality of their existence drove their actions. And sometimes, Hades would pick someone and watch. By their actions would the worth of man in its current state be judged. In a world of heroes, that should be easy.
Unfortunately for Zephon, the one to bumble into his office that day was Somnus, who was being pursued by Ardyn. So they would be what he used for man's litmus test here.
And, well, Ardyn was failing spectacularly. Hades was one to observe and little more. Still, even he abhorred watching the man with the fashion sense of an indecisive child go around simply devouring anything in his way. So, when he saw the man grab the merchant, he couldn't help but begin speaking to himself, as he was wont to do. "Come now, do something other than..." And then he got eaten, and Hades could only give a beleaguered sigh at the development. "... Of course." Pettiness. Pure pettiness. This man was simply acting with no larger picture in mind.
Curling his gloved hand into a fist as he raised it, he rapped his knuckles softly against his cheek before leaning into his hand. "Still, repeated observation has confirmed some of my theories." Namely, this disease, of sorts, that Hades had concluded it was, wasn't all that dissimilar to the darkness Igeyohrm had flooded the Thirteenth Shard with. A world of eternal night and unending monsters. But whether it could be used for that purpose, "Buuut, some remain to be seen." Perhaps a closer look would be warranted? He'd be lying if he claimed this man didn't pique his scientific curiosity.
What this man displayed was nothing sort of fascinating. The world of souls was vibrant and colorful, and it took a keen eye to see the truth. A common mistake one new to this beautiful world would be to assume that brightness meant goodness, when it more meant their affiliation. The one that visited his office had not struck him as the heroic type, but his soul was blindingly brilliant all the same, attached strongly to the light. In fact, his soul was so blindingly bright he could likely use what Hades considered the counterpoint to this disease.
Ah, to be rambling again.
The earlier point was that souls tended to be one large part. Oh, they could be sundered and eventually rejoined, but even in that state, the soul tended to remain solid, as if one entity. This was not the case for the man he'd been observing. A patchwork abomination. It was as if every being this man consumed, he simply stapled onto his soul and said "good enough." It was less a complete soul (though he had no doubt the original man's soul was whole, behind all the... additions), and more something crudely stitched together that, when push came to shove, simply didn't have the durability one solid soul would have.
But again, a closer look would be warranted, and so, with a simple flash of darkness, Hades came down from his perch, and simply waited ahead on the side of the road, thumb stuck out. He had contemplated casting aside the imperial regalia he usually wore for this, but he doubted it would make much difference in the end. A simple chance to observe, interact, and leave. If all this man had was darkness, then it meant little to the Architect.
Post by Emet-Selch on May 23, 2020 15:55:13 GMT -6
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Confidence. Yes, that described him well. That air that felt no fear nor worried about a failure. Though in truth, what was there to lose? His finger continued to create that soft chime. But he enjoyed that she seemed to know how to play the game right back at him. His thoughts trailed for a moment to his white hair. It'd been a while since anyone had commented on it. But alas, that was not important. "Solus, will do. Alas, I cannot claim to such a fascinating profession. I'm just a man of no consequence here." Here, in this world. As far as he called it, he wasn't lying.
Although an investigation agency was definitely an interesting profession. Sorting lies from truth. Oh, during his time as Emperor, he'd seen a rise in, what was it, the Noir genre? And, well, it fit what he was seeing of her, so he had no reason not to believe it. "A world of back alley dealings, shady clientele, mysterious circumstances, raw desire and emotion, and myriad characters all playing their own role in the Reaper's Game. That sounds like quite the envious life." At least it couldn't be boring. But it was definitely something that fit the woman before him. She definitely was the type to hide truth behind lies and play her own role in the aforementioned game of shadows.
The assortment of colors and hues was apparent to him. Hues of every spectrum. For many, it may be a maddening cacophony. But for Hades, it was a world he'd always known. So many colors and personalities gathered in a single room. "What, then, do you think of our establishment? Surely someone here would catch your private eye." He finally took a sip from his glass and lowered it, as the chime changed. One leg crossed over the other.
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Yes, lots of money spent. Real money that he worked for and definitely earned. Hades felt himself dozing off a little. Well, he'd know if someone came in. Maybe some more naptime was always good. He closed his eyes, and images of better days began to float gently into his consciousness. The salve that always made existence more bearable; dreams of a better time. His amber eyes began to flutter awake as he heard the bell ring though, and he felt a sense of uneasiness and excitement. This was it! His first custome--ahhhhh shit. And all his hope immediately died when he got a good look at the lad. Oh there was nothing too off about his appearance, save for how regal it was. But what made Hades such a great matchmaker for soul mates was the fact he could see their soul.
And this man's soul? Blindingly bright, as if blessed by the divine, with that subtle hue that just oozed "I'm special and I know it, you bitch." Add in the regal attire and the subtle body language he'd spent eons studying, and it only took a moment to realize he was dealing with some form of nobility or royalty. And those two were always a problem when it came to something like this. Many just assumed that, being blue blooded they had an unnatural charisma that made them desirable to whichever was their type. They usually didn't understand it was the wealth, the land, and the power that made them attractive.
Most of them were boors once you stripped that away.
But, well, he'd try. In all honesty, mentally he was debating throwing in the towel; pairing up blue bloods could be difficult. So he smiled. If nothing else, he could take some joy from having a challenge. "Ah, yes, welcome to Galvus's dating agency." Not a total lie. Galvus was part of a name he'd once used, after all. And now it became clear what, exactly, Somnus had walked into. "Please, sit down, my lord," he spoke, tipping his hand ever so slightly as he motioned to the leather padded cherry wood chairs. Give them the respect they desired, after all. "I'm confident we can find someone just right for you." Probably. It was a challenge.
Dating. It was a strange thing. He'd done it before, gone through the whole courtly romance several times in his long, long existence. Usually there was some sort of ulterior motive to it; the emperor of whatever imperially inclined nation he was fostering at the moment needed to have an heir. The last time he'd gone on a genuine date was... ah, no one would ever be Persephone, and the mere thought of her brought a smile to his lips, a pang to his heart and reminded him of better days. His best friend and greatest love, no one would ever be her, no matter how many ages passed.
But, he could enjoy himself, at least. He'd changed his appearance. Really, just made his actual look shorter so the physique of the Amaurotine didn't stand out. The appearance of Solus zos Galvus had no meaning here, though he may still use it, but he had a chance to actually look as he truly did, as Hades. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the Warrior of Light was sitting just a few tables away and he didn't want to deal with that reunion, no ma'am, it was entirely of his own choosing. Wasn't that man married, anyway? He was, and his wife was here too!
What was with those two? At least he had the sight of the Oracle of Light embarrassing herself.
Golden eyes examined his chosen date. Anyone would simply see it as him checking out the one he'd been paired up with, and to an extent, they would be right. But Hades wasn't looking at her, her physical appearance, but peering beyond, looking at her soul, the power that comprised her being. Ah, yes, that gave him a general idea of her, then. Every soul had a unique color, but they tended towards certain shades. It'd been a while since he tried the act of wooing that didn't have "and I have an entire empire that comes with the package" attached, may as well see if he still had it.
He took a glass, pouring himself some wine as he ran a finger along the rim, sounding a soft note from the glass with the motion. "And so my date is kissed by fire, with a personality to match." He gave a small smile, face framed by long silver locks. He wasn't omniscient, it wasn't like he knew how many silver-haired men she'd been dealing with lately! "Would the lady of the night introduce herself?" He was trying, at least.
Post by Emet-Selch on Mar 31, 2020 22:16:52 GMT -6
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He'd forgotten what it was like to actually work. It'd always been building nations, being regal, being the ruler. When he wasn't doing something like that, he was usually sleeping until Elidibus had to kick him awake for something. That never went over well, Hades liked his naps. But he'd at least get the hell up and get back to causing rejoings, and then it was off to naptime again. Needless to say, it'd been a long time since he'd done any actual, regular work, dating back to the time of Amaurot. Of course, there was always his tenure as the Honorable Emet-Selch, but, well, this wasn't politics, or government, this was just... could he even call it blue collar? He wasn't putting that much effort into it. Still, that little bit of effort got him quite far.
He stared at the empty building that he'd managed to purchase. Where'd he get the money for something like that? Well, his creation magicks still had some power here in this new world. So it was a matter of simply appearing well dressed and handing over the money he'd managed to "somehow" acquire. Once that had been done, he simply shut the door, closed the binds, and weaved his magic as aether took form, carpets, furniture, lighting. Some may call it mundane, pointless, but to Hades, it was as simple as breathing for him. When it was done, and he found himself in the middle of a luxurious office, he smiled. Yep, now he could officially open for business. Persephone had always told him he'd had a knack for finding soul mates.
So, why not a matchmaking service? He could literally pair people up by their souls, so it seemed a bit... easy.
In truth, it wasn't grand, and if he had told himself he'd have been doing it but a year ago, his past self would undoubtedly have been perturbed if not incredulous. But, he'd made it a point to not interfere, just once. He'd owed Alexander... or was it D'usian? Lycor--No, Lycoris was Alexander's wife, not a Warrior of Light. What about that goofy looking dip with the brown hair? Ever since the Exarch's trick, the Warriors of Light all seemed to blend together for him. Different incarnations of the same being. Regardless, he would let the sundered races move on, asking only to be remembered. He would not interfere, and if anything, he figured he could "turn over a new leaf" as the saying went, correct?
He could see Elidibus's reaction now. "How very unlike you to err so gravely." Hades muttered out loud to himself, putting on his best Emissary impression.
Still, every attempt to move on from the past, and join the new races had failed, but maybe this time would be different. He owed it to the Warrior of Light to at least give it another try. But he would never forget. Hades looked at the door for a moment, wondering what was missing, before it hit him, and with a simple snap of his fingers, a small bell materialized above the doorway.
