Heaven & Hell
private roleplay between
Modesty and Hyperewok.
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be aware that there may be
adult themes present in the
following writing. Thank-you.
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The meeting, outwardly, seemed insignificant. Less than twenty souls filled the seats and platform of the small, natural amphitheater located just inside of the pearly gates. For those that were unaware, it resembled something like a lecture hall with all attention on the singular person speaking. In actuality the stakes were much higher than a simple class being taught and tensions were high.
Within the audience were the seven most prominent figures of the High Heavens that made up the entirety of the council that had risen up in the absence of their God. Alongside them sat other dignitaries and supporters of the council. Along the outer edges of the seats stood statuesque guards; four Seraphs, the highest ranking soldiers in the angelic armies. These heavenly warriors swaddled in gold and white were mirrored by four soliders of the nine hells; Terror Guards. Their dark, rippled bodies were unwavering. Their twisted, demonic faces were covered by gold, formal masks that matched their armor. Even without weapons the soldiers were intimidating. On the platform stood three advisors to the latest Lord of Hell, though they were silent. All eyes were fixated on the speaker.
“… and so it is Mammon’s finest wish that we can indoctrinate civility into the happenings between the High Heavens and the Nine Hells. He, we, believe this to be within our reach and of the greatest benefit to both our peoples…”
Her voice, confident and sultry, echoed through out the area. Faces, some stern and others hopeful, all nodded in fervent agreement. The words she spoke and ensnared all that listened in, as if her voice alone were some kind of spell. The only magic she used was knowledge; the knowledge that both sides were rocky within themselves and so needed some kind of outward support. The recent civil war that had afford Mammon victory had been vicious, and she knew that not all supported the Council of Seven.
Niluxiel seemed out of place, standing alone before the audience with her head raised. She was hardly a soldier, nor a scholar. At first glance she was simply a strikingly beautiful woman. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the sunlight, seemingly desaturated like fine porcelain. Thick, dark hair was pinned atop her head, with tendrils falling down in soft curls. Her womanly curves were immodestly covered by a crimson gown that put her in stark contrast to everything else in proximity. It’s low back and long trail would have placed her in perfect company at some sort of ball or soiree. Only with closer inspection did one begin to notice the subtle differences between Lux and a mortal. The iris of her eyes matched the hue of her dress, her ears were pointed and incisors elongated and sharp. High cheekbones and petite frame would, under other circumstances, seem deathly though she somehow looked hauntingly beautiful. For those that could detect illusions, there was no doubt that she was concealing more of her demonic appearances.
Lux made an elegant motion, and one of the three behind her stepped forward. What he held, or more so levitated in his hands, was a large glass sphere. Within the bubble glowed green fire. It was Hellfire, infamous for how hot it burned and the damage it had caused in many of the countless wars. Whispering rippled through the audience, but Niluxiel on smiled and parted her lips to speak again and weave her auditory spell.
“Mammon sends this gift to you, in hopes that with your infinite wisdom you can see light within these dark times. Please, let these talks be the embers for a brighter future, and let this ever-burning fire represent our budding alliance.”
The audience was nodding again, and soon applauding. The smile remained on Lux’s face. The man, demon really, at her side leaned towards her and in a low voice only heard by her he congratulated her.
“Well done, Lady Niluxiel, well done.”
Her smile only widened. Everything was going to plan.