Post by Marcus LeVine on Oct 5, 2018 20:41:13 GMT -8
Earth Beta F - Year 4003476
The cold barren fields of the middle of nowhere. It was pitiful to look at, the vast nothingness. No beautiful snow, no beautiful scenery. A pale brown earth covered in sparse patches of frosted over dead grass. In the middle of it all sat Marcus LeVine. The camera sat a few feet in front of him, his head lowered towards the ground. He knelt with both legs underneath him, as if meditating. The camera moved in closer, and as Marcus looked up the screen was filled with his face on the left side of it, his shoulder running across the bottom right. He laughed lightly, "I guess it's your turn?"
The camera shifted so that Marcus's face now covered the right side. Overtop his shoulder was a demonic visage. The face of it vaguely Marcus's own. He was barely recognisable with his skin a deep blood red. His eyes were nothing but orbs of black and his skin had turned to a scaley and coarse texture. Two shaved down horns sprout from his forehead and he had raised portions of his skins creating tattoo-like designs. Most notable of all were his two massive bat-style wings, nearly 20 feet in wingspan. The demonic Marcus just nodded in response to the seemingly normal one's presence.
"I don't suppose I can ask why," The regular Marcus spoke with an almost detached regard.
"Do you know of the god Plouton," The demon's voice was twisted. It was like 4 different voices were trying to break through at once, and they combined into a deep growl. "The ruler of hell, Hades. The modern world views him as a grim reaper. They view him as a killer or a malintent. Plouton was not made to be a source of fear, nor was he to the Greeks. Instead, he was seen as kind, a man ruling over the dead and keeping them safe, as well as being the first line of defence to hold back the worst creatures that threatened the gods and man's existence. Plouton was a gifting man, willing to share his wealth as ruler of the underworld with that of those deemed worthy.
That is why Pluto made the land of Elysium. A home for the family of gods, half-bloods, relatives of those heroes, and anyone the gods chose as worthy of their blessings. Heaven, or as close to a real heaven as one could be. Elysium was ostentatious in its grandeur, however, and it fell. Those who entered Elysium were great and chosen by gods to live amongst them, and those residents of Elysium knew their greatness.
They looked out into the fields of Hades. The lost souls who had not gained entry, and decided to bring some to Elysium. Not as equals, but as servants. They treated, what they perceived as the "lower class" of hades, as slaves. Hades saw those he ruled over, those he cared for, being treated like cattle, and grew angered by their actions. He created two new beings, ones so powerful that they were perceived as gods in their own right. Adicia and Dike. The conglomerates of Injustice and Justice. Two siblings forced for eternity to squabble over a spear with which to throttle the other one. When working together, however, the two could be great tools to solve problems.
With the actions of the people of Elysium being such an injustice Adicia, injustice personified throttled her sister with the spear. Hades placed these two in the centre of Elysium, and they would never cease their conflict, but, with how those in Elysium were acting, Dike would never be able to fight back. For hundreds of years, the fight between the two was one-sided, but a brave soul figured out what the problem was. And so, he freed the slaves of Elysium. Dike hugged her sister, and Adicia hugged her as well. As long as the world had justice, Dike would not suffer. This soul who chose to free the slaves was rewarded by ascending to the title of the Warden of Hades. That warrior's spirit now inhabits my being.
Once again, Elysium as risen to that of overconfidence. Elysium as the need to be punished. Dike is throttled. The warden of hell must fix Elysium, and free the slaves within it"
The demonic Marcus placed his hand on his counterpart's shoulder. The camera shook and the demon turned to black smoke. This smoke drifted into the mouth of the kneeling Marcus. Marcus's eyes turned pitch-black. The screen turned pitch black.
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The cold barren fields of the middle of nowhere. It was pitiful to look at, the vast nothingness. No beautiful snow, no beautiful scenery. A pale brown earth covered in sparse patches of frosted over dead grass. In the middle of it all sat Marcus LeVine. The camera sat a few feet in front of him, his head lowered towards the ground. He knelt with both legs underneath him, as if meditating. The camera moved in closer, and as Marcus looked up the screen was filled with his face on the left side of it, his shoulder running across the bottom right. He laughed lightly, "I guess it's your turn?"
The camera shifted so that Marcus's face now covered the right side. Overtop his shoulder was a demonic visage. The face of it vaguely Marcus's own. He was barely recognisable with his skin a deep blood red. His eyes were nothing but orbs of black and his skin had turned to a scaley and coarse texture. Two shaved down horns sprout from his forehead and he had raised portions of his skins creating tattoo-like designs. Most notable of all were his two massive bat-style wings, nearly 20 feet in wingspan. The demonic Marcus just nodded in response to the seemingly normal one's presence.
"I don't suppose I can ask why," The regular Marcus spoke with an almost detached regard.
"Do you know of the god Plouton," The demon's voice was twisted. It was like 4 different voices were trying to break through at once, and they combined into a deep growl. "The ruler of hell, Hades. The modern world views him as a grim reaper. They view him as a killer or a malintent. Plouton was not made to be a source of fear, nor was he to the Greeks. Instead, he was seen as kind, a man ruling over the dead and keeping them safe, as well as being the first line of defence to hold back the worst creatures that threatened the gods and man's existence. Plouton was a gifting man, willing to share his wealth as ruler of the underworld with that of those deemed worthy.
That is why Pluto made the land of Elysium. A home for the family of gods, half-bloods, relatives of those heroes, and anyone the gods chose as worthy of their blessings. Heaven, or as close to a real heaven as one could be. Elysium was ostentatious in its grandeur, however, and it fell. Those who entered Elysium were great and chosen by gods to live amongst them, and those residents of Elysium knew their greatness.
They looked out into the fields of Hades. The lost souls who had not gained entry, and decided to bring some to Elysium. Not as equals, but as servants. They treated, what they perceived as the "lower class" of hades, as slaves. Hades saw those he ruled over, those he cared for, being treated like cattle, and grew angered by their actions. He created two new beings, ones so powerful that they were perceived as gods in their own right. Adicia and Dike. The conglomerates of Injustice and Justice. Two siblings forced for eternity to squabble over a spear with which to throttle the other one. When working together, however, the two could be great tools to solve problems.
With the actions of the people of Elysium being such an injustice Adicia, injustice personified throttled her sister with the spear. Hades placed these two in the centre of Elysium, and they would never cease their conflict, but, with how those in Elysium were acting, Dike would never be able to fight back. For hundreds of years, the fight between the two was one-sided, but a brave soul figured out what the problem was. And so, he freed the slaves of Elysium. Dike hugged her sister, and Adicia hugged her as well. As long as the world had justice, Dike would not suffer. This soul who chose to free the slaves was rewarded by ascending to the title of the Warden of Hades. That warrior's spirit now inhabits my being.
Once again, Elysium as risen to that of overconfidence. Elysium as the need to be punished. Dike is throttled. The warden of hell must fix Elysium, and free the slaves within it"
The demonic Marcus placed his hand on his counterpart's shoulder. The camera shook and the demon turned to black smoke. This smoke drifted into the mouth of the kneeling Marcus. Marcus's eyes turned pitch-black. The screen turned pitch black.
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