Varos has a very symmetrical look, giving her a strange, unearthly beauty. Her favorite form has grey eyes and red hair. She usually seems quite calm, with the shadow of a smile on her lips and a hint of a frown around her eyes.
Post by Varos Talantos on Sept 20, 2015 16:03:46 GMT -5
Varos paused for a moment, to let the direness of the words sink into her grandson. She was not surprised that he had nothing to say, for her words likely weighed heavily on him. And so, she continued. “I hope you have not forgotten of how you became like this, cursed. You are under the influence of the power known as Somnus, the Deity of Dreams. He has ill intentions towards the Gods, and plans to use people like you for his cause. Somnus hopes to… take over, convert you, something of the likes. He is shaping you into a vessel. Likely to try and attack Shangri-La, my home, my queendom, once more.”
“Gods are not omniscient. Although we know much, we do not know all. I cannot say for sure how Somnus will go about putting his plans in motion, but it is why I have come to warn you. Do not let him have your soul, Marcus. I can help, but I only do so out of your free will. Pledge yourself to me, Marcus, and give me your weapon.”
Varos stood once more, her chair returning to the earth it had come from. She unleashed her wings once more, having hidden them when she waited for the daemon to complete his task. This time, one wing was the leathery black she had held earlier, while the other was feathered, and white as snow. Not even the trace of her previous, infectious smile remained, and she seemed slightly frightening; an aura of power radiated greater than before.
Post by Marcus Drago on Sept 20, 2015 18:36:06 GMT -5
“I hope you have not forgotten of how you became like this," Varos went on. "cursed."
Marcus looked towards the ground. No, I would not like to admit, but I would never forget.
"You are under the influence of the power known as Somnus, the Deity of Dreams. He has ill intentions towards the Gods, and plans to use people like you for his cause. Somnus hopes to… take over, convert you, something of the likes. He is shaping you into a vessel. Likely to try and attack Shangri-La, my home, my queendom, once more.”
Marcus almost let out a grin. The fact that someone thought that he was strong enough to overtake a god was funny. Marcus was no warrior. However, the thought of being used over his own will made him very mad. It was funny to think that someone needed him, but even more insulting to hear him being used for someone else's evil agenda.
There was still one thing Marcus did not understand, though, and it blocked him from knowing which path was the right path.
“Gods are not omniscient," Nana continued. "Although we know much, we do not know all. I cannot say for sure how Somnus will go about putting his plans in motion, but it is why I have come to warn you."
Marcus looked into Varos' eyes, and she looked deadly concerned. She was being serious, as far as he could tell, and that began to worry him. Marcus bit his lip, drawing a little blood in the process, and he began tapping the handle of his sword in intervals of four. At every second tap, the sound was bolder. With each odd, it was lighter.
"Do not let him have your soul, Marcus."
The daemon grimaced.
"I can help, but I only do so out of your free will. Pledge yourself to me, Marcus, and give me your weapon.”
Varos stood. The chair beneath her began to fall, and she stood in front of him. Her wings began to grow again, one as dark as his, and the other a color of pure snow. Power flowed through her, Marcus could tell. She stood tall and strong in front of him, and at her sight, Marcus fell to his knees.
What is going on? What the hell am I doing?
"I called you for a reason," Marcus heard himself say. It was then that he realized that he was no longer controlling himself. It was not the Marcus of the old that brought himself to one knee and bowed to her. That Marcus would have stood on equal ground with the goddess, and agree to follow her with a few conditions.This Marcus, the one that realized that he was talking to a women of a different, more extreme, world, was new, and more frightened. "I am yours."
What the hell did I just say?!
Marcus held his Katana in his hands and raised it to Varos.
Varos has a very symmetrical look, giving her a strange, unearthly beauty. Her favorite form has grey eyes and red hair. She usually seems quite calm, with the shadow of a smile on her lips and a hint of a frown around her eyes.
Varos was certainly an imposing person. She had an effect on people, it was part of having millenias of experience, confidence and power within you. This daemon did not escape her effect, and found himself kneeling, pledging himself to her. Varos gracefully picked up the katana, observing it and the newest pink addition.
“The Daemons of Rome have either forgotten, or wish to keep this knowledge secret; but I, Varos, am the creator of Virtue and Sin, grandmother to all Angels and Daemons, great-grandmother to Reapers. If I can embody both good and bad, you can too, Grandson.”
She took the blade out of the sheath, and it seemed to almost glow. “But I also embody evil and lies. People always forget that. They think I will always do something good for them if they summon me. They, like you Marcus, are fools.”
Varos’ form instantly changed, and a terrifying daemon stood in her place. Her blood red lips split into a large smile, her skin was grey, and her wings had both become black. The Goddess turned the katana, and stabbed the blade into Marcus’ stomach, and in the same smooth motion she pulled it out. The blade was now crimson with the daemon’s blood, and Varos stuck out her tongue and dragged the blade across it, tasting her work.
“Do not worry, you shouldn’t die. But pledging yourself to me is perfect only if there is pain with the pleasure, doubt in the faith. Yes, believe in me, and follow me, but do not think I will act out of your best interests. I have the universe to keep in balance…” She looked down, as if she’d almost forgotten the daemon was there. “I suppose I should patch you up before you die.”
With a sigh, she would put the bloody katana back in its sheath without cleaning it, and Marcus would find his wound healed. She tossed it to the ground in front of him, and Marcus would find the blade had permanently become red from his blood. The daemoness would give another wicked smile to her grandson, before changing into the little girl who’d given him the card, copying the form from his memory.
The young girl giggled. “There, you have paid the price, and learned your lesson. I have removed your curse. Do not make me regret it.”
Last Edit: Sept 21, 2015 18:49:59 GMT -5 by Varos Talantos
Post by Marcus Drago on Sept 23, 2015 16:14:08 GMT -5
~Ping~
What the hell was this powerful sense Marcus was given? It was as though several thousand fire alarms were going off inside his head. His power was warning him so much that the daemon was starting to develop a headache.
Marcus cringed and held his head after Nana took his sword. He was in too much danger standing where he was. But how? His Nana was standing right in front of him, a powerful being with all the abilities in the world. How the hell would he possibly die when she could protect him?
“The Daemons of Rome have either forgotten, or wish to keep this knowledge secret," his Nana began, observing Marcus' blade. "But I, Varos, am the creator of Virtue and Sin, grandmother to all Angels and Daemons, great-grandmother to Reapers. If I can embody both good and bad, you can too, Grandson.”
Varos removed the blade, and Marcus watched with unease. There was something that was going to attack them; however, his Nana was not worried. Was his abilities finally going on the fritz? Or, was Somnus hiding himself from Nana? Marcus could just imagine that god's dirty hands touching him all over again, violating his mind with tricks and guilt. Marcus was not going to have that god control him anymore... Not anymore.
“But I also embody evil and lies. People always forget that," his Nana continued. Marcus looked behind him, searching for that damn god, but nothing came in sight. The air thickened with killing intent, yet Somnus would not show. Maybe he was waiting until Nana left? Then it would be just him and Marcus, and Marcus would gladly murder him with his own hands. "They think I will always do something good for them if they summon me. They, like you Marcus, are fools.”
"What?" Marcus said, turning back to Nana as she called his name. After that, she said fool, and the said it as though it was meant for him. He was going to ask her to repeat what she said, but the new daemon that stood in front of him left Marcus speechless. Varos had completely changed, from sweet to spice, within a matter of minutes.
Then... He was stabbed, by his own katana. The blade went through his stomach, then back out. The person that held it was non-other than the one he once called Nana, Varos Talantos. Marcus fell to his back, looking at the new wound and watching the blood pour out. He tried saying something, but he couldn't; he tried screaming in pain, but he couldn't. This was a complete surprise to his body, and Marcus was in shock.
"Do not worry, you shouldn’t die," Varos continued on. Marcus looked up at her, and all the evilness that she displayed. "But pledging yourself to me is perfect only if there is pain with the pleasure, doubt in the faith. Yes, believe in me, and follow me, but do not think I will act out of your best interests. I have the universe to keep in balance.” She looked down at him as though she was looking at a pest. As though he was someone she couldn't get rid of with just a blink of the eye, even though she probably could, and Marcus stared back at her with fright.
Yeah, he wanted to say. This seems about right. The daemon now had a large puddle of blood below him. His wings were stained as much as his sword was, and he was now beginning to feel the blood loss. Slowly, his eyes were beginning to close. He was becoming sleepy, yet this time the nightmares were not coming. He could not see them when he closed his eyes. He was going to die... And this was what it felt like.
“I suppose I should patch you up before you die.”
Marcus closed his eyes, prepared to breath his last breath... Then he suddenly opened them, and he was completely healed. There was no pain anymore, and it was as if Marcus had been dreaming again. However, the puddle of blood and the sight of the monstrous goddess in front of him were enough to tell him that he wasn't dreaming.
With a sinister grin, Varos changed her form. This time, it was a little girl, the one who gave him the pink card. She giggled. “There," she said. "You have paid the price, and learned your lesson. I have removed your curse. Do not make me regret it.”
Marcus just stared at her, huffing as though he had just ran a marathon. His body was tired and so was his mind. Yet, all he could do was stare at this goddess in child form, wary that she may turn psycho once again. "Yeah," was all he said. "This seems about right..."
Varos has a very symmetrical look, giving her a strange, unearthly beauty. Her favorite form has grey eyes and red hair. She usually seems quite calm, with the shadow of a smile on her lips and a hint of a frown around her eyes.
Post by Varos Talantos on Sept 24, 2015 17:35:01 GMT -5
Oh what good fun the Goddess was having. Marcus had obviously lived up to her claim of him being a fool, for he certainly did not expect Varos to have stabbed him as she did. He was obviously in shock, as the words he mumbled were “Yeah, this seems about right...”
“Yes, this is right. This is wrong. This is balance. Don’t misunderstand me. I won’t always do what is in your best interests, but I will show you how to achieve balance.”
The little girl gathered up her clothing, and threw it out around her as she twirled a few times, the fabric swirling out. She looked even smaller in the dress, which was the same one Varos had been wearing in her other two forms. The chiton was not meant for a child of her size, so as Varos twirled, she set the fabric on fire, burning it until it reached her ankles, where she extinguished the flame. “Much better,” The little girl giggled, showing off the burnt fabric, as if it served as a reminder that Varos’ love could burn. “I always need a little fun after being so serious!”
The little girl’s smile disappeared, and she looked at the much bigger daemon with worried eyes. “I’m sorry you had to be hurt Marcus, but I need to harm to heal.”
She leaned forward, and placed a kiss on Marcus’ forehead. “I will be watching you Marcus, your Nana is always there when you truly need her.”
With that, she was gone. Everything was gone, and Marcus would find himself back in his room. The difference would be that the mess had been cleaned in his absence. His katana went with him, of course, but other than the cleanliness, only the rip in Marcus’ shirt and the leftover splatters of blood ever indicated that his ‘Nana’ had been there at all.