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//First of all, apologies for the inactivity here. Mateus decided to go out and conquer stuff, while leaving me alone here. He occasionally sends me a word, but never too much.
In the mean time, I’ve been getting back into FFXIV, and decided to draw my Xaela girl and the best (and only good one) Lalafel from the game: Nanamo Ul Namo, Sultana of Ul’Dah
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“Nostalgic sensation?! I’ll show you a nostalgic sensation, you prick!”
Leon could not help it any longer, it was impossible to control the seething rage he felt upon even locking eyes with the golden monarch. If Mateus wanted something nostalgic, Leon would give him a fist full of it. Winding his arm back, he delivered a hard punch into the monarch’s pretty porcelain-like face.
There was a lot of pent-up anger he had been bottling up so long, but finally, Leon could unleash onto the one bastard he hated the most.
“I helped you build the Dreadnought, I lead your armies, and did more than what that spine-less Borghen and your servants combined have done in their lifetimes! I spilt the blood of innocents in the thousands just for you, and not once have you ever commended me for it because you were too busy with your own head up your ass!” Leon shouted, his throat beginning to ache. He’d regret that later, along with the punch he delivered to Mateus’ face, but it was so worth it.
“I lost my family and the trust of the surviving populace of this world just because of you! The audacity you HAVE to even show your face around here after all the damage you caused, especially to ME!”
The punch was no surprise to the monarch. Allowing it to hit him, the force was enough to make him unstable to fall to one knee. Despite appearances, Mateus never was a physically strong individual.
An unfamiliar feeling as the blow stung on his cheek. How long had it been since someone actually punched him? Years? Not since he was a boy, and before he ascended the throne. None ever dared mistreat him after that. But this man before him, Leon, he did not care abut his position or name.
A vile smirk drew itself as he remained leaning on his knee, until at least the blow to the face subsided. Mateus started chuckling lightly. “Commend you for your work? The moment that those pitiful insects of Hilda had slain me, you went and crowned yourself Emperor in my stead, even defying me upon my return from Pandaemonium.”
Beginning to stand on both feet again, Mateus found his balance again and returned to his prideful stance again. “Why did you think I had let you in charge of the Dreadnought, and not this bumbling fool Borghen. You, who had just picked up the blade for my glory, to already be trusted with such a honour. That should have been enough.”
Bringing on hand to his cheek, he rubbed it gently. This would hurt him later more than it did now. Oddly, a pleasing feeling.
“I presented you with the opportunity for power. And you took it of your own will, Leon. Can you really blame me then for the aftermath of our combined actions?” the man grinned, knowing full well it would most likely incite even more anger from the man.
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“I’ve been trying not to think of the time I was once serving you. Thousands of innocents were killed alone by my hand, and there’s nothing I can do to atone for that!”
He began to shake. Leon did not give a single shit if the monarch before him was once his master, the man had ruined his life! He was destined to live out the rest of his existence in total isolation and loneliness, causing Leon to punish himself entirely by living out and far away from any sort of civilization.
Was Mateus returning just another slap in the face life was giving him already? God, it felt like it, and it ignited the worst within the depths of Leon’s mind. “What the hell do you even want from me? Why come to me?!” He demanded, breathing harshly through his nostrils now. Oh how nice it would feel just to slash at the Emperor, just to see his blood spill because of his own hand.
“If there is nothing to be done in this ‘atonement’, then why try? Better to rid yourself of such trifle notions.”
Unlike Leon, Mateus held no sorrow for those that fell by his actions. Such was the way the world worked. None would have ever mourned him, so he would do the same.
“What I want from you, my dearest Dark Knight...” he replied, pausing for some unneeded suspense. “... Nothing.” His face was void of emotion, staring straight at the man. “I require nothing from you, because you have nothing to grant you. And as to why I appear before you... Call it a nostalgic sensation. Once you were willing under my rule to wield power beyond mortal capabilities. But because of the distractions of those pitiful insects, you discarded the opportunities that were granted to you and turned your blade to me.”
Just like his facial expression, Mateus’ voice was void of emotion. As if he was stating fact that could not be disproven in any way. “Such a shame...”
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“You–!”
The sword he held is clenched tightly as he looks up at the golden monarch, anger licking his insides. How in the hell was he alive?! The last time they met eyes, it was down in Pandemonium where Leon had helped his siblings defeat the Palamecian in order to restore peace to their world. So to see him here….this was impossible!
“This must be a trick on my eyes! I swore we killed you all that time ago – how are you BACK?!”
Violet orbs looked upon the man that he once deemed his second-in-command. Seeing Leon brought a wave of nostalgia to him. Not many had made it that far under his rule. And even fewer had the audacity to try and claim his crown or betray him. In a way, Mateus could respect such ambition.
A sneering grin formed itself on the porcelain features of the despot. “How you ask? Have you forgotten who I am, my dearest Leonhart?” The grin shaped itself into a confident and smug smile. “Or has the time without your former master made you forget about me already?”
Mateus’ digits tightened their grip of his staff, his nails slightly scratching the surface of his iconic weapon. “I am he who rules Pandemonium, Arubboth and Palamecia alike. Heaven and Hell are mine to bend and shape. Death holds no sway over me. You’d be well to remember that.”
No, no… You don’t get to tell me what to do…
Ever. again.
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* BASICS !
Name: Cella Age: 30... I BE OLD! Pronouns: She, her. Tbh I don’t care much about this Sexuality: Bisexual Zodiac sign: Taurus Taken or single: Taken
Three facts.
I’m an avid old-school retro rpg fan, and collect video games of the genre. Some special titles in my collection: Secret of Mana, Tales of Phantasia, Lufia, Terranigma, Illusion of Gaia.
I love black and white movies, and have a little collection of all the old ‘horror’ movies, like Nosferatu, Frankenstein, Dracula, The Invisible Man etc.
I have a wide music range, from classical like Mozart and Beethoven to the loudest and darkest metal. Basically, if I don’t like any specific genre of music, but rather certain songs from all over the board ^^’
* EXPERIENCE !
Platforms you’ve used: Tumblr, Skype, MSN, Facebook, Discord
Best experience: I just started on Mateus a few weeks ago, so kinda building up the experiences here. But I had loads of fun on another blog in the League of Legends fandom (vayne-the-night-hunter)
* MUSE PREFERENCE !
Female or male: Mateus has no preference, and neither do I. He’s a grumpy snek that just doesn’t care. So send them all his way to poke him or something :v
Least favourite face(s): N O N E
Multi or single: I’m more used to and familiar with single-muse blogs. The few times I had multi-muse blog interactions it was a bit confusing, but those blogs had 10+ characters. But I have no actual preference when it comes to this :3
* WRITING PREFERENCE !
Fluff, angst or smut: Angst is my drug, fluff I can do, smut is not something I’m too confident in. Despite people telling me I’m not too bad at it
Plots or memes: Either. I don’t mind plotting general concepts, as long as not every step in the rp has to be plotted out. Leave some room for surprises, y’know?
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Voice claim for Mateus in his Pandemonium form (Emperor of Hell)
Chris Corey Smith voicing Molag Bal from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.
The way it is heard in the video, this is his voice when he still remains somewhat calm and collected.
If he gets pushed further and finally snaps, his voice and entire mannerism will grow more destructive, mindless and feral.
An airship would land nearby Baron Castle. Exiting his prized warship, Mateus approached the castle, waiting patiently for someone to welcome him. In his hand, he held a flyer.
Ah. This is an interesting development.
“I was not aware that the both of you had such a complicated dynamic.”
Mateus looked at the Paladin, still holding the flyer firmly.
“The both of us? Complicated dynamic?” He wondered what the other man meant. “I do not know what you mean by this. But what I came here for...” He held the flyer up, waving it around slightly.
“Prepare the Dreadnought. We fly to this, Baron Castle.”
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~~Mateus was not one to let emotions slip through easily. But hearing the words of his once-most-trusted pawn caused a soft chuckle to escape from between his coloured lips.
“Ah Leonhart. Still delusional to this thing that you mistake for righteousness. Then tell me how you are not insane? After all that you did for me, can you truly say that you do not doubt your sanity for even the slightest?”
A gloved and clawed hand made its way up to the Emperor’s mouth, half covering it, to emphasise the amusement he got from what he deemed a weak attempt at bravado.
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The knight grit his teeth and clenched his hands into fists as the despot started in on him, rambling and eyeing him in amusement. While he kept his head held high, he knew better than to look Mateus in the eyes. Whether it was out of fear of what the man would see or if he would see himself reflected back, he knew he wanted none of it.
“You left me to die!” he hissed out through his teeth, seething. “You took everything from me, gave me false hope, ruined me, and fed me to the wolves! Don’t act like this was never part of your plan! You would have killed me eventually when I overstayed my welcome if you hadn’t died! I’d be a fool to think otherwise!”
He backed away from the man, his hand on the hilt of his sword. His eyes were dark and dangerous, filled with a fire that scared most humans and demons on the spot, though it would do little against his former master, and he knew that. However, it wasn’t pure hatred that drove him now…not entirely. No, there were other feelings mixing in. Loneliness, envy, rage, sorrow, regret, bitterness, emptiness, nostalgia, even some fondness and kinship with the Emperor. It was forcing him to draw his blade and challenge his master here.
“I don’t know how you came back or why you’re here, but I won’t let you find the others! Face me here! Let me prove to you I’ve surpassed you and Firion! Whoever wins can choose what happens to the other!”
A grin formed on his delicate features, seeing his former second-in-command act towards him in such a way. He knew very well what kind of man Leon was. He had chosen him to oversee the creation of the Dreadnought after all.
“You amuse me, Leonhart. Such intricate plans that you thought me to have. Let me assure you of one thing: I never once planned to rid myself of you. That is, until you revealed your own desire to rule in my stead. And let us be fair, I could not let that slide, could I?”
“As for the issue of my return, I am the almighty ruler of Pandemonium and Arubboth, or have you forgotten that?!” His tone changed like from day to night, condescending and mocking. “Mere mortals shall not best me for long, for I shall always return.”
A light crackle of electricity ran over his arm towards his hand and digits that held his staff. Mateus had stopped his movement and faced the other with no fear to be read on himself.
“Now, if you insist on continuing this futile attempt at self-validation, come at me. And I shall show you, once again, the depths of my wrath!”
His grip tightened on his staff, sparks of electricity dancing over the metal and his fingers freely. His eyes fixed themselves on Leon with gleeful anticipation. In a way he welcomed the brave challenger, where very few even dared to talk back to him.
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