[Thread]
Who: Belial & Prussia
Where: The holding blocks; Elysium
When: After this entry.
Summary: Belial goes to visit one of hir ex-patients and other things from over 100 years ago!
Rating: R
Ah, how many years had it been since the demon was truly in the company of Gilbert without restraints and bounds to hold him down? One hundred? Perhaps two hundred? The numbers idly escaped Belial’s mind as sie walked along the snowy damp streets of Elysium. Sie was donned in clothing that embraced hir centuries ago, and thus would not be recognized by those of the norm - or perhaps by no one at all; the jester always kept tucked away in the hidden decay and decadence of Abyss to show hir true being.
Now, why would the jester find hirself on the way to visit a dear old friend? Oh but why not! He was the embodiment of utter temper, childish and mischievous creased the lines in his face to grace features of such proud naivety. Yes, sie remembered the last month or two and ten ago when sie happened to find in Abyss, blue hues widen with such delight and - ah...
Memories such as those were eliminated quickly when elegant stilettos stood before the large exterior of the holding cells. The scent that leaked through the walls was one that sie remembered clearly, and without any acknowledgement for those that may have gazed upon hir the demon walked though the building must like a tar-like substance that seeped through solids and continued down the stairs. Shoes clacked and echoed throughout the dimly-lit ominous environment, but the smirk that danced along hir red-ripe lips did not waver at the change of atmosphere.
When the demon could feel the familiar aura sie leaned against one of the near-by walls before the cell that enclosed around the man. Hir attire was somewhat revealing with fishnet stockings and suspenders, a blue flimsy vintage shirt with short black shorts and a large black jacket, slim fingers held a opium pipe.
Where: The holding blocks; Elysium
When: After this entry.
Summary: Belial goes to visit one of hir ex-patients and other things from over 100 years ago!
Rating: R
Ah, how many years had it been since the demon was truly in the company of Gilbert without restraints and bounds to hold him down? One hundred? Perhaps two hundred? The numbers idly escaped Belial’s mind as sie walked along the snowy damp streets of Elysium. Sie was donned in clothing that embraced hir centuries ago, and thus would not be recognized by those of the norm - or perhaps by no one at all; the jester always kept tucked away in the hidden decay and decadence of Abyss to show hir true being.
Now, why would the jester find hirself on the way to visit a dear old friend? Oh but why not! He was the embodiment of utter temper, childish and mischievous creased the lines in his face to grace features of such proud naivety. Yes, sie remembered the last month or two and ten ago when sie happened to find in Abyss, blue hues widen with such delight and - ah...
Memories such as those were eliminated quickly when elegant stilettos stood before the large exterior of the holding cells. The scent that leaked through the walls was one that sie remembered clearly, and without any acknowledgement for those that may have gazed upon hir the demon walked though the building must like a tar-like substance that seeped through solids and continued down the stairs. Shoes clacked and echoed throughout the dimly-lit ominous environment, but the smirk that danced along hir red-ripe lips did not waver at the change of atmosphere.
When the demon could feel the familiar aura sie leaned against one of the near-by walls before the cell that enclosed around the man. Hir attire was somewhat revealing with fishnet stockings and suspenders, a blue flimsy vintage shirt with short black shorts and a large black jacket, slim fingers held a opium pipe.