[Thread] Sur la rive en fleurs riant au matin...
Who: Johan and Belial.
Where: Elysium, the Liebert manor.
When: Tuesday afternoon, following this correspondence.
Summary: A demon and the Antichrist meet for tea.
Rating: R?
Other: The city may be in trouble.
Boredom. A most dangerous state, where Johan was concerned. The little family he had gathered in his home held little interest for him anymore, complacent as they were. Certainly, the masses of followers he had throughout the city also bored him. Even the atrocious acts they committed seemed to hold little meaning for him. None of it felt... real. Not real enough for him. The murders he committed with his own hands, even, felt hollow. Nothing could satiate his hunger.
Only the corpse that he'd recently purchased gave him any excitement, because it-- he-- provided some inspiration for a new experiment. More specifically, a new game to play with the city's inhabitants.
With this on his mind, he had invited the most appropriate collaborator for this project. Someone he knew was already quite experienced in executing entertainment, or rather, in entertaining executions. Whether the Hatter would arrive at the door like a human or simply appear out of thin air, Johan did not know, but he was already at the table with the tea set spread out before him, waiting patiently.
Where: Elysium, the Liebert manor.
When: Tuesday afternoon, following this correspondence.
Summary: A demon and the Antichrist meet for tea.
Rating: R?
Other: The city may be in trouble.
Boredom. A most dangerous state, where Johan was concerned. The little family he had gathered in his home held little interest for him anymore, complacent as they were. Certainly, the masses of followers he had throughout the city also bored him. Even the atrocious acts they committed seemed to hold little meaning for him. None of it felt... real. Not real enough for him. The murders he committed with his own hands, even, felt hollow. Nothing could satiate his hunger.
Only the corpse that he'd recently purchased gave him any excitement, because it-- he-- provided some inspiration for a new experiment. More specifically, a new game to play with the city's inhabitants.
With this on his mind, he had invited the most appropriate collaborator for this project. Someone he knew was already quite experienced in executing entertainment, or rather, in entertaining executions. Whether the Hatter would arrive at the door like a human or simply appear out of thin air, Johan did not know, but he was already at the table with the tea set spread out before him, waiting patiently.