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Some time had passed since Kalaren had arrived bearing the news of the magic- devouring blight. And just as he was working tirelessly to contain its spread, Io and Oberon dedicated themselves to a different battle- tracking its source.
It began on a far-off realm. One with which Io was familiar, where a similar strain had spread through its people leaving devastation in its wake. Armed with knowledge gleaned from Earth, the pair wore cumbersome non-magical protective gear before venturing into the afflicted regions, always operating from an arm's reach. Or two.
Io's gift for language and understanding coaxed secrets from reluctant lips and charmed wary strangers into willing allies.
Where trails ended, Oberon found them again, pulling loose threads until he'd unraveled entire tapestries. At last he arrived, several realms later, at a place they had feared from the very beginning.
And yet...they had only been half right...
Oberon: it's a laboratory.
Oberon: on a realm called v'ost
Oberon: you're not going to like what we found...
Oberon: first floor west wing if you're available
At the very least his patients were awake and well, though he kept them quarantined for the time being. To say he was stressed about it was an understatement, his hair was even turning white from all the stress. No it wasn't it was always this colour.
Kalaren was finally relaxing on the couch when the phone buzzed, eyes scanning over the text.
Kal: Send me the coordinates and I'll be there
Assuming they did, a portal opened, Kalaren stepping through. His eyes were quick to land on the other two before looking around.
Oberon called out to Io from the west wing. That entire side of the Reliquary completely rearranged. Tables spread with maps and pictures where shelves used to be. Notebooks scribbled with passwords and descriptions of people who worked in the lab. Protective gear like gloves and masks at the ready.
A few moments later they met Kalaren at an outcropping that overlooked the lab- Oberon erecting a shroud barrier to render the three of them undetectable, just in case.
{{ There's a few strains of the same disease across different realms right now. From what we can tell they're coming from here. A lab that's been making them. }}
Oberon handed some papers to Kalaren. Pictures from the inside. Schematics and blue prints of the building. A page detailing the name of the organization.
Io chimed in from here.
Historically, these things have been created as weapons, as you and I discussed before. We imagined this to be some sort of government blacklist site for development in warfare. Though what we found may be even more nefarious-
He pointed to the company's name who owned the lab, then flipped to another document with the same name at the top, only this time it was a catalogue for health supplies, medical equipment, and vaccines.
This isn't just some tyrannical government with a vendetta. It's a medical supplier looking to create their own clientele. In other words, they're making people sick so they can sell them the cure...
{{ Problem is, the disease got out and began mutating before they'd managed to create one.}}
His warm smile soon fell neutral as he took the papers. Starry hues flicking between them and the building. For now he just listened, taking it all in, getting caught up.
That was until Io explained further.
A shift in the air, a shift in Kalaren. A cold feeling radiating from him, something a lot like the feeling Moon gave off. The shroud around them flickering suddenly under the new pressure that seemed to make the air seem thick.
Anger. Kalaren was angry. Possibly bordering on livid.
The man was normally calm, rational, bubbly. Someone that looked on the bright side, but this, this pissed him off. He had dedicated his life to helping people just for the sake of helping them, and then there were people like this in the world. People so sick and twisted that money was all they cared about, not all those that suffered and may never be the same again.
Taking a deep breath his eyes flicked over to his friends.
I'm assuming that you guys have a plan here? From what I can see in the disease itself if Io tried to light up the building it would just feed and spread.
Oberon's teeth chattered. He was standing between the two sunniest people he knew and yet the ice in their eyes was enough to chill him to the bone.
{{ We do. }}
The Velari's voice carried far more tension than usual.
{{ Io will create a distraction while you and I clean them out. You get the samples. All of them. So there's no disease left in the building. I'll get the records. The most relevant ones, anyway. Once we've got what we came for, we'll give Io the signal and...well...whatever comes next is up to you...}}
The little moth got quiet as he gave Io a meaningful look before turning back to Kalaren- voice a deadly whisper.
{{ If you want the place destroyed, he can wipe it off the map. }}
{{ If you want the people responsible gone... he can do that too. }}
A long pause before he continued. Silver eyes not exactly meeting Kalaren's now.
{{ If you think you'll need a...ca- }}
The word caught in his throat. The seriousness of what they were about to do finally settling in.
{{ A captive. Someone to help with creating a cure. We have a target. }}
In all his 300 years of rebellion, Oberon had never once taken a hostage. But if Kalaren felt it was necessary, he would do whatever was needed.
As Oberon stopped talking, silence settled in. Kalaren looking to the lab for a long, long while. Eventually though he let out a long sigh.
No. None of that. Even if they are misguided it doesn't mean they deserve to die. We just destroy the lab and scare them away from doing this again. No more people need to or should be hurt for this.
As for the hostage also no. I'd be a pretty shitty doctor if that's how I found cures for things. No better than the people in there anyways.
Even as angry as Kalaren was, he was still Kalaren. He had only ever killed one man and it was a point of his life or theirs, it wasn't something he wanted just a him or them situation. This one has other options he would rather take.
Alright though, for the rest of it we can do that. I'll need to collect a few samples though to work with it so it won't be completely wiped out today. Hopefully one day soon though.
With a deep breath he looked back to them with a warm smile.
Okay, ready? Don't worry Io I'll make sure Oberon is safe with me, and if you touch anything call imediatly, okay?
Leaning back in his chair, stylus lightly spinning between his fingers, he hummed. Mind wandering as he stared at the lines on his tablet, soon turning into something of contemplation when he started to tap his lower lip with his pen.
His chestnuts then wandered around his studio, taking in most of his work. Some canvases painted years ago that were hung up. A few that were still a work-in-progress, but he stopped. Empty canvases that were still wrapped up and untouched, as if waiting for the day to finally be unsealed.
It was a sad sight, really. Truly sad. Even his art nowadays didn't feel the same.
Jutting out his lower lip more as he pondered, he soon pushed himself up and made his way towards wherever Kal might be in the house. Upon seeing the donari, he smiled, stepping over with his hands behind his back.
Hi, love. Are you busy right now?
Kalaren had books strewn across the living room, studying. Even after he graduated and left the magic university he made it a point to keep learning, just on his own. Currently that was what he was doing. Learning about the anatomy of rare species so he could treat them better, practicing scanning bodies with his magic like an mri or xray.
Perking up when he heard Luxian he warmly smiled back.
Hi bug, not really, I can put this away. What's up?
Already the books were being put away, marks left to let him know where he was so Luxian could have his full attention.
When it came to Kalaren's career and how hard he worked, Luxian could not be any prouder. He truly worked so hard in what he does, and continues to do so. Seeing him like this always did invite a soft smile to spread across the vulpian's lips.
Taking a seat beside him, watching him as he did what he needed to do, Luxian started to fiddle with his sweater before humming.
Um. So you know how my home realm is... well, dangerous right now? And a lot of people have left and things are abandoned... and... yes, just... bad. All bad.
Moving from his jumper to his tail, which already started to curl into his lap, his ear flickered before looking back over at Kalaren.
How dumb of an idea would it be if I said I wanted to go back to my old home and... pick up some paintings? Specifically the one I showed my father before we lost contact?
I don't know, it sounds silly. But I don't know. I think I want that here rather than over there.
Now there were a lot of things that Luxian could have said or brought up. Kalaren could see the nerves in the fox's actions making him pause and focus on him more.
So many things that Luxian could have said, and he was not expecting that at all. His family, his home, all of it was a carefully danced around subject. They both were aware of it and what was happening with it but it was almost out of sight, out of mind when it could be/ It seemed something brought it back up though.
Kalaren carefully reached over to take Luxian's hand, giving them a small squeeze. Silence took over for a moment while he found his words.
I don't know if it's smart or dumb but I understand it. It doesn't sound silly. It's something important to you, as a painting or a message, maybe both. Either way it matters and therefor it isn't a silly idea.
So, I suppose the question is, when do you want to go?
It's been seven years. Kalaren wasn't the man he was before, he grew. He was stronger, smarter, understood more. Smart or stupid he felt like he could get them in and out and protect them both in that time. If not, well people were just one whistle away. Not to mention if it helped Luxian heal he would do a lot more than run through a crumbling war torn realm.
Glancing over at Kalaren when his hand was taken, Luxian let his fingers curl around his for a moment. Just listening to him, slowly nodding his head, perhaps even a little nervous about the whole trip.
Luxian had no way to protect himself anymore, and most definitely not against a gods' wrath. The leaving of his family meant also putting behind the 'gift' bestowed upon his family, removing his magic entirely. Whilst nothing of note had changed in his day to day, it still was something to be aware of.
But at the same time, he didn't want to put Kalaren at risk. Not to say that the man wasn't strong or capable, but rather just a natural worry. Of course he didn't want anything to happen to them both, but he especially didn't want anything to happen to Kalaren for his own wish.
I'm not sure. I think sooner, the better. Who knows how long we'll have, right? Plus, who's to say it's still even there?
That was the problem, because when an idea get onto Kalaren's head, he had to act on it. Impulsive to a fault at times this would be one of them. Hearing Luxian wanted that painting Kalaren would go with or without Luxian, at least with him there he knew the temple well and where to go.
Bringing a hand up he gently kissed it.
Well...how's now?
I know it's sudden but it will just be looming if not, right? This way we go and get it over with rather than say "some day". If it isn't there maybe you could ask your sister if she knows what happened to it.
Either way, somehow, we will find it. Even if I am chasing torn canvas around to piece it together.
Blinking a couple of times at the suggestion, Luxian couldn't help but tilt his head as he thought on it.
Going now was an idea. Plus, things could get worse if they went later. They might get lucky, go in and out relatively safely, or at least make it home where no one is severely injured.
Letting his thumb brush over his knuckles, Luxian soon nodded.
Okay. We can go now.
But, um. I'm obviously a bit nervous. I don't want anything to happen to you, so will you at least promise that if we're both in any form of immediate danger, you'll get us out through a portal regardless on where we are? Or if you do happen to get injured, we leave?
Now Kalaren's goal was keep Luxian safe and find that painting, but he also couldn't say no to his love. He was asked something specific and to be safe so that was that.
I promise. But I also need you to keep some deep breaths, it'll be okay. In and out.
Giving his hands one more squeeze he smiled warmly.
Alright, let's go then.
Standing up the first thing he did was coat Luxian in a magic barrier with an anti magic one outside of that. Can't be too safe, right? Then the portal opened. Time for Luxian to face his home.
If there was something he learned about Kalaren, is that he always made sure not to break his promises. With a nod, a quick smile, and those well-needed breaths, it was time to go.
On the other side, what would have once been a luscious realm of greenery, with life flourishing amongst plants and beings, instead held a plane of wasteland.
Grass that once freely danced against the cool breeze either dried out, burnt entirely or stamped on. Tall trees that choreographed such a waltz left to slowly rot away; scorched, torn down, ripped out. In some areas, deep puddles of water that the ground could no longer accept, ridden with dirt and dry leaves that wanted one last taste of hydration before crumbling away.
The sky above no longer seemed to welcome a day and night cycle, but rather hold both the sun and moon. But even the light granted from each couldn’t clear the darkness above, a foggy cloud of smoke that sparkled with strong signatures of magic. Every so often, there would be an echoing call in the far distance, later joined by either a rumble of the earth, a lightning strike in the sky or even worse, a sonic boom formed by the clashing of magic.
It had been seven years since they started their battle. And they hadn’t let up. Seven years since many vulpians left the realm, only a few staying behind that one would occasionally spot. People who didn’t want to leave and instead chose to survive on their own soil or die trying.
It also had been seven years since Luxian had been here. His chestnuts could only roam around in horror, destruction of what he once saw as beautiful now nothing but a seemingly abandoned space getting used to conflict.
His hand squeezed Kalaren’s, unable to help himself as he moved in a little closer and his tail slipped between his legs. Every loud boom made him slightly jump, making him clutch onto Kalaren even more.
Deep breaths. Just in, out, leave.
Okay. We go forward. Hopefully, if we see that tree we sat near when you first came here, it will help us find the temple.
This wasn't Kalaren's home like it was Luxian's, but he still had memories here. The space where they once shared their first date, the earth now scorched and scarred. Where they once saw a festival was now a war ground. The realm that once danced with life and job, now only had space for ghosts of what was haunting the land. The sky where he once wished upon streaking stars, now ripped and torn, the tales of a fox chasing another across a moon lit sky now burning stories.
It was only when he felt his hand being squeezed that he was pulled back to reality. A squeeze back as he pulled Luxian in close.
I'm right here, I promise you'll be okay.
A warm, reassuring smile on his face.
Got it, forward it is. It can't be too far, right?
Don't get him wrong, he knew this was a serious situation. The way Kalaren saw it though was that being serious or worried wouldn't help anything or anyone right now. He could smile and help Luxian through this time by being a small bit of light in a dark place.
So, forward they went, through the hells that took over what once was a home.
And truly, it was helping. Seeing another, especially someone he cared so deeply for, appearing strong and like everything was going to be fine was letting him slowly relax. Sure, he was still on edge, if the slow fluffing of his tail was anything to take notice of, but his eyes remained locked on Kalarens. A slow, gentle smile appearing as well, shortly followed by a nod.
Surely not. Hopefully not, anyway.
It was difficult to mention anything of note here. Maybe the odd vulpian who sat under a destroyed tree, sharing whatever food they were able to gather that day. Maybe the second bolt of lightning that darted across the sky, one that started white before shifting into a deep, red colour.
It took a bit of time. There was some pauses they had to take due to environmental factors, such as a heavy gust of wind suddenly ploughing into them, or the heavy hailstorm that drilled down from the sky above and painted the ground a harsh white. But eventually, the tree was spotted.
Luxian’s eyes lit up then, pointing towards it.
There! The temple should still be nearby!
Granted, even the tree had seen better days. The leaves were shredded, the top of it had been broken off, and the bench swing they once sat one had all but rusted into disrepair. Simply hanging onto the weakened branch by a single chain, whilst the rest of it plummeted into the ground.
It was a fight of gods. As if nature itself was angry and lashing out. So much violence. For what? The Vulpian people? The ones that were now suffering without a home? Those that worshipped their gods now shunned by them. It was hard to look at, hard to hear, hard to accept. All he could really hope was that the vulpian's would make it out of this and continue on and be able to come back from this.
When he saw that tree though, a small idea sparked in his mind. Stary hues lingering on it. Later though.
Let's hurry, I don't think we want to be out here longer than we need to. Plus we have a painting to get.
Right now his only goal was getting Luxian to somewhere more safe. At least he hoped it would be. Who was to say what a temple would look like in a situation like this.
While they moved, his eyes would dark around. Silently raising barriers if things felt like the violence was getting too close, gaze on the chaos. As powerful as they all were, Kalaren couldn't help but wonder about the banished one. Were they actually holding off the other nine right now or was there something they didn't know. Like the gods turning on one another or maybe the banished god wasn't alone.
Questions that he wouldn't be asking now, maybe ever, but ones that still rang out in his head.
Seeming to be in agreement, Luxian squeezed Kalaren's hand and began to lead them through the carnage as best as he could. The barriers were much appreciated, and at one point poor Luxian yelped and practically leapt towards the donari when a stray blast of fire launched itself towards them.
If one looked up at where they were now, they would be able to see the fighting more clearly now. Two gigantic beings, each possessing nine tails, with markings all over their furred body. One white as snow with black insignias mapping all over, tips of each tail a gradient that almost appeared like a paintbrush itself before fading out into cosmos detail. The other, eyes a sickly red with matted fur, fangs blazing with that similar fire as it dug itself into the other fox's neck.
It was hard to ignore, but it had to be done if they were to get in and out. So, onwards it was.
The temple, as expected, was an utter mess. Half of it destroyed, scorched on the roof whilst debris either hung off of the structure or collapsed within. Grass that was once blooming with flora was now bare and parched, and the statues depicting Lun'alk were now no more. Nothing but a husk of symbolism, her head stripped from the body and upside down in the ground.
With the blessings' of the temple removed, it allowed easy access for the pair. Inside was still a mess, ransacked also, but there were still some objects that remained. A few dusted plates, some broken photographs, paintings ripped, tapestries bundled up or torn. What once was a home to a family was now just an afterthought.
But hopefully, still home to the painting Luxian wanted to retrieve.
Okay, how do you want to go about this? We split up, search the place, then meet back here as soon as we can? Will ten minutes be enough?
Sure, Kalaren was acting completely composed and put together and calm, as if it would all be alright, but this was terrifying. Watching gods fight, the one in Luxian's dream right there in the flesh or whatever it was in. All of that was scary. It got to Luxian once who was to say it couldn't again?
That squeeze helped though. Soon moving on once more.
Watching the foxes fight, it was very hard to look away from. Terror meeting curiosity in a twisted way.
Even seeing the temple again after all these years was hard. He was only here once but he still remembered how it once was. What it once was. Far from its glory days. Kalaren couldn't imagine what Luxian was going through with it all.
The donari's face twisted at the ask.
No.
It was firm, a declaration not making room for argument.
I'm not leaving your side while in this realm, if something happens I need to be close. So even if it takes twice as long, we stick together.
If it was anything, Luxian's mind was far too preoccupied with properly processing the state of his former home. There was only so much one mind could truly comprehend, especially when you were someone who wasn't all that well accustomed to life of despair. So right now, he was more focused on survival.
Perhaps that will change later once they were back home, and not being in such a dangerous setting allowed him to think more clearly. Perhaps his mind would block it out entirely. It was difficult to say as of current.
Luxian's ears flickered at Kalaren's response, making him look over at him with slightly droopy ears. Still, upon hearing his reasoning, the vulpian couldn't argue with that.
Okay.
Um... I'm not too sure...
Jutting out his lower lip, Luxian pulled an expression that was woven with uncertainty.
There's either my old room, unless they changed it following me leaving, or there is the basement. I'm more inclined to say the basement, because it's 'out of sight, out of mind' or something like that.
Let's try my old room first. It'll be this way.
Gently tugging on Kalaren's hand, Luxian begun to lead and take them to where the staircase was.
Keyword here being was. What actually remained was a broken stairway, the middle completely destroyed and caved in, whilst the upper level was barely stable. Even from down where they were, peering up at the floorboards, there were several loose planks that looked like they would break through if people were to step on them too many times.
Or, uh. Was.
Biting his inner cheek, he looked back up at the donari beside him.
What do you think we should do? Try our luck but watch our step? I could go as a fox to lessen the weight on the floorboards? Or should we just go straight to the basement?
Obviously Kalaren didn't like speaking to Luxian in this way but it was a rather extreme circumstance.
Okay, upper floor/your old room first, then basement.
While he wouldn't let onto it he didn't like the idea of the basement. One major hit to the temple and it could cave. At least the upper floors there was less falling on top of them. Yes, Kalaren was strong and very capable but that didn't stop his anxiety around keeping Luxian safe.
Seeing the stairs were very out of commission or at least not ideal, he hummed. Starry hues scanning over the structure.
Turn into a fox, I'll toss you up, the landing will be more gentle that way.
After that I think I can jump up and use the wall as a launching point to get myself up without the stairs. We can worry about getting down later.
Even that was risky. Look at this place it was falling apart as they stood there. However Luxian wanted that painting and he was going to get it.
The thing is Luxian asked for so little. He was happy with what he had, so when he did actually ask for something, Kalaren would go to the ends of the earth to get it for him.
Hearing the plan, Luxian would have no objections to it. Even though he was large than a regular fox, he was still much lighter. Sometimes, Kalaren would just carry him around like a little teddy bear, whilst Luxian would just flop there with that fluffy tail of his swishing about.
A good life, really.
Moving on, a single 'poof!' was all it took for Luxian to suddenly be much smaller, letting out a little yip to get Kalaren's attention before he started to stand up using his back legs. Just a little way of saying 'okay, yes, pick me up now'.
Look, realistically, he could just use Kalaren as a vault to leap up onto the upper levels, but that might mean using his claws on the donari. He didn't quite enjoy doing that—why would he? He didn't like hurting Kalaren!—so having him just throw him up was the better option here.
It was hard not to smile seeing Luxian like this. He was adorable and melted Kalaren's heart. Seriously he could do or ask for anything like this and Kalaren was putty in the vulpian's hands.
Carefully picking him up, Kalaren gently tossed him onto the top floor. Once he was situated and out of the way, it was the donari's turn. Taking a deep breath he backed up slightly and took a running start, feet running up the wall until he kicked off to land as gently at the top of the stairs as he could. A pause to made sure nothing was caving in until he looked at Luxian.
Alright, to your bedroom, bug. Lead the way.
Now a slight problem was how heavy Kalaren was, much heavier than he looked. One wrong step and he was going through the floor.
His tail was already wagging away freely when he was picked up, legs scrambling up when he was tossed up before making himself stand up better. Whilst Kalaren was making his way up, he was taking in the upstairs.
The best way to describe it was something akin to an apocalyptic setting. Doors broken into, off the hinges, the ceiling having collapsed and blocking off the right hand side. Furniture or ornaments having been discarded, ruined, broken, you name it. It was safer to assume that the rest of the temple would look the same; a building that was abandoned.
Even the steps Luxian took in this form made an eerie creak sound throughout the hallway, making him pause to look down at his paws. Truly unstable.
Peering up at Kalaren once he was with him, the fox nodded before slowly walking forward, also being careful not to step on any splinters or broken pieces of wood that could hurt him.
He did pause when he moved past his sister's room, who was equally as destroyed. The door was quite literally hanging off the hinges, making his ears droop slightly. To think that years ago, he'd be in there chatting away with his sister. And now, it was just ghosted memories.
Shaking his head, he continued onwards towards the end of the hallway, where his bedroom seemed to also be blocked off. A tree branch had struck, though there was space for him to crawl under.
It was most likely this temple would be torn through in another month or so given its state. Sure it held 7 years but it seemed like the war has been steadily amping up. All he could imagine was what Luxian was going through with it all, what he would be going through.
The donari had to be extra careful, every creak threatening to send him through the ground below. Hell he would probably break through to the basement if he fell from here.
Seeing the tree he began to chew on the inside of his cheek. If he lifted that tree between the weight of it and him, they would most likely not have an upper floor at all anymore.
Crawl under if you can. Just please be safe. If something happens I will be right here and call, okay?
Could you blame him for being worried? Still they had to check that room and his pretty fox boyfriend was the best bet. Another moment where Kalaren hated how big he was.
Luxian nodded towards Kalaren, before offering him a little foxy smile.
I'll be okay! I'll be in and out!
With that promise being made, the vulpian began to crawl under the large trunk, paw pads pattering against the carpet when he stood back up. Once more, the room was a state, a broken window inviting blasts of cold gust to breeze past. His fur slowly puffed up a little, but he had something to do.
It took him a few minutes—his room was your average sized bedroom—but he soon did come back out. Sadly, no painting, but there was something else in his mouth.
Going back on his back legs, he pawed Kalaren's hand so he could drop a small plushie in it. It's seen much better days, button eyes that were much looser and the yarn fraying, as well as fluff pooling out of it, but it could be cleaned up and fixed. A little, orange fox plushie that must've been important to Luxian, and he was taking back with him.
Assuming Kalaren took it, Luxian let a little 'bleugh' noise fall from him before looking back up at him.
The painting isn't there, but I found my childhood toy! I want to bring that back with me.
Um, so how do we get back down? I can probably jump, but I'm more worried about you.
It really wasn't long, a few minutes as he said, but it felt like an eternity to Kalaren. His heart hammered heavily in his chest, anxiety coursing through him with each pulsing beat. The entire time felt like he was holding his breath. Maybe he was.
Soon enough though the fox returned, the donari relaxing at the mere sight of him. He was okay, no painting but okay. Instead he had...what did he have?
Taking the plush he looked at it with a warm smile. It was cute, and it was coming back with them. Tucking it into his pocket he nodded.
It's alright, you jump down. I think I can get down by-
CRACK!!
One wrong step and as Kalaren feared, he was going through the floor, and the next one and, well until he hit the basement with an oof and a groan.
Well I'm down.
He yelled back up from his spot on the ground. So much for not splitting up. Don't worry, he was fine. This was the man that had to launch himself odd a mountain with a boulder to break his elbow, a bit of a fall was nothing. Embarrassing at most.
You okay up there pumpkin?
Looking around it was just dark down here. When he pulled out his phone for a flashlight, well, it was shattered in the fall. Well he could at least try to look around and save time. Luxian still had his necklace and could portal out. Deep breaths. It would be fine.
Some time had passed since Kalaren had arrived bearing the news of the magic- devouring blight. And just as he was working tirelessly to contain its spread, Io and Oberon dedicated themselves to a different battle- tracking its source.
It began on a far-off realm. One with which Io was familiar, where a similar strain had spread through its people leaving devastation in its wake. Armed with knowledge gleaned from Earth, the pair wore cumbersome non-magical protective gear before venturing into the afflicted regions, always operating from an arm's reach. Or two.
Io's gift for language and understanding coaxed secrets from reluctant lips and charmed wary strangers into willing allies.
Where trails ended, Oberon found them again, pulling loose threads until he'd unraveled entire tapestries. At last he arrived, several realms later, at a place they had feared from the very beginning.
And yet...they had only been half right...
Oberon: it's a laboratory.
Oberon: on a realm called v'ost
Oberon: you're not going to like what we found...
Oberon: first floor west wing if you're available
At the very least his patients were awake and well, though he kept them quarantined for the time being. To say he was stressed about it was an understatement, his hair was even turning white from all the stress. No it wasn't it was always this colour.
Kalaren was finally relaxing on the couch when the phone buzzed, eyes scanning over the text.
Kal: Send me the coordinates and I'll be there
Assuming they did, a portal opened, Kalaren stepping through. His eyes were quick to land on the other two before looking around.
Oberon called out to Io from the west wing. That entire side of the Reliquary completely rearranged. Tables spread with maps and pictures where shelves used to be. Notebooks scribbled with passwords and descriptions of people who worked in the lab. Protective gear like gloves and masks at the ready.
A few moments later they met Kalaren at an outcropping that overlooked the lab- Oberon erecting a shroud barrier to render the three of them undetectable, just in case.
{{ There's a few strains of the same disease across different realms right now. From what we can tell they're coming from here. A lab that's been making them. }}
Oberon handed some papers to Kalaren. Pictures from the inside. Schematics and blue prints of the building. A page detailing the name of the organization.
Io chimed in from here.
Historically, these things have been created as weapons, as you and I discussed before. We imagined this to be some sort of government blacklist site for development in warfare. Though what we found may be even more nefarious-
He pointed to the company's name who owned the lab, then flipped to another document with the same name at the top, only this time it was a catalogue for health supplies, medical equipment, and vaccines.
This isn't just some tyrannical government with a vendetta. It's a medical supplier looking to create their own clientele. In other words, they're making people sick so they can sell them the cure...
{{ Problem is, the disease got out and began mutating before they'd managed to create one.}}
His warm smile soon fell neutral as he took the papers. Starry hues flicking between them and the building. For now he just listened, taking it all in, getting caught up.
That was until Io explained further.
A shift in the air, a shift in Kalaren. A cold feeling radiating from him, something a lot like the feeling Moon gave off. The shroud around them flickering suddenly under the new pressure that seemed to make the air seem thick.
Anger. Kalaren was angry. Possibly bordering on livid.
The man was normally calm, rational, bubbly. Someone that looked on the bright side, but this, this pissed him off. He had dedicated his life to helping people just for the sake of helping them, and then there were people like this in the world. People so sick and twisted that money was all they cared about, not all those that suffered and may never be the same again.
Taking a deep breath his eyes flicked over to his friends.
I'm assuming that you guys have a plan here? From what I can see in the disease itself if Io tried to light up the building it would just feed and spread.
Leaning back in his chair, stylus lightly spinning between his fingers, he hummed. Mind wandering as he stared at the lines on his tablet, soon turning into something of contemplation when he started to tap his lower lip with his pen.
His chestnuts then wandered around his studio, taking in most of his work. Some canvases painted years ago that were hung up. A few that were still a work-in-progress, but he stopped. Empty canvases that were still wrapped up and untouched, as if waiting for the day to finally be unsealed.
It was a sad sight, really. Truly sad. Even his art nowadays didn't feel the same.
Jutting out his lower lip more as he pondered, he soon pushed himself up and made his way towards wherever Kal might be in the house. Upon seeing the donari, he smiled, stepping over with his hands behind his back.
Hi, love. Are you busy right now?
Kalaren had books strewn across the living room, studying. Even after he graduated and left the magic university he made it a point to keep learning, just on his own. Currently that was what he was doing. Learning about the anatomy of rare species so he could treat them better, practicing scanning bodies with his magic like an mri or xray.
Perking up when he heard Luxian he warmly smiled back.
Hi bug, not really, I can put this away. What's up?
Already the books were being put away, marks left to let him know where he was so Luxian could have his full attention.
When it came to Kalaren's career and how hard he worked, Luxian could not be any prouder. He truly worked so hard in what he does, and continues to do so. Seeing him like this always did invite a soft smile to spread across the vulpian's lips.
Taking a seat beside him, watching him as he did what he needed to do, Luxian started to fiddle with his sweater before humming.
Um. So you know how my home realm is... well, dangerous right now? And a lot of people have left and things are abandoned... and... yes, just... bad. All bad.
Moving from his jumper to his tail, which already started to curl into his lap, his ear flickered before looking back over at Kalaren.
How dumb of an idea would it be if I said I wanted to go back to my old home and... pick up some paintings? Specifically the one I showed my father before we lost contact?
I don't know, it sounds silly. But I don't know. I think I want that here rather than over there.
Now there were a lot of things that Luxian could have said or brought up. Kalaren could see the nerves in the fox's actions making him pause and focus on him more.
So many things that Luxian could have said, and he was not expecting that at all. His family, his home, all of it was a carefully danced around subject. They both were aware of it and what was happening with it but it was almost out of sight, out of mind when it could be/ It seemed something brought it back up though.
Kalaren carefully reached over to take Luxian's hand, giving them a small squeeze. Silence took over for a moment while he found his words.
I don't know if it's smart or dumb but I understand it. It doesn't sound silly. It's something important to you, as a painting or a message, maybe both. Either way it matters and therefor it isn't a silly idea.
So, I suppose the question is, when do you want to go?
It's been seven years. Kalaren wasn't the man he was before, he grew. He was stronger, smarter, understood more. Smart or stupid he felt like he could get them in and out and protect them both in that time. If not, well people were just one whistle away. Not to mention if it helped Luxian heal he would do a lot more than run through a crumbling war torn realm.
Glancing over at Kalaren when his hand was taken, Luxian let his fingers curl around his for a moment. Just listening to him, slowly nodding his head, perhaps even a little nervous about the whole trip.
Luxian had no way to protect himself anymore, and most definitely not against a gods' wrath. The leaving of his family meant also putting behind the 'gift' bestowed upon his family, removing his magic entirely. Whilst nothing of note had changed in his day to day, it still was something to be aware of.
But at the same time, he didn't want to put Kalaren at risk. Not to say that the man wasn't strong or capable, but rather just a natural worry. Of course he didn't want anything to happen to them both, but he especially didn't want anything to happen to Kalaren for his own wish.
I'm not sure. I think sooner, the better. Who knows how long we'll have, right? Plus, who's to say it's still even there?
That was the problem, because when an idea get onto Kalaren's head, he had to act on it. Impulsive to a fault at times this would be one of them. Hearing Luxian wanted that painting Kalaren would go with or without Luxian, at least with him there he knew the temple well and where to go.
Bringing a hand up he gently kissed it.
Well...how's now?
I know it's sudden but it will just be looming if not, right? This way we go and get it over with rather than say "some day". If it isn't there maybe you could ask your sister if she knows what happened to it.
Either way, somehow, we will find it. Even if I am chasing torn canvas around to piece it together.
Blinking a couple of times at the suggestion, Luxian couldn't help but tilt his head as he thought on it.
Going now was an idea. Plus, things could get worse if they went later. They might get lucky, go in and out relatively safely, or at least make it home where no one is severely injured.
Letting his thumb brush over his knuckles, Luxian soon nodded.
Okay. We can go now.
But, um. I'm obviously a bit nervous. I don't want anything to happen to you, so will you at least promise that if we're both in any form of immediate danger, you'll get us out through a portal regardless on where we are? Or if you do happen to get injured, we leave?
Now Kalaren's goal was keep Luxian safe and find that painting, but he also couldn't say no to his love. He was asked something specific and to be safe so that was that.
I promise. But I also need you to keep some deep breaths, it'll be okay. In and out.
Giving his hands one more squeeze he smiled warmly.
Alright, let's go then.
Standing up the first thing he did was coat Luxian in a magic barrier with an anti magic one outside of that. Can't be too safe, right? Then the portal opened. Time for Luxian to face his home.
If there was something he learned about Kalaren, is that he always made sure not to break his promises. With a nod, a quick smile, and those well-needed breaths, it was time to go.
On the other side, what would have once been a luscious realm of greenery, with life flourishing amongst plants and beings, instead held a plane of wasteland.
Grass that once freely danced against the cool breeze either dried out, burnt entirely or stamped on. Tall trees that choreographed such a waltz left to slowly rot away; scorched, torn down, ripped out. In some areas, deep puddles of water that the ground could no longer accept, ridden with dirt and dry leaves that wanted one last taste of hydration before crumbling away.
The sky above no longer seemed to welcome a day and night cycle, but rather hold both the sun and moon. But even the light granted from each couldn’t clear the darkness above, a foggy cloud of smoke that sparkled with strong signatures of magic. Every so often, there would be an echoing call in the far distance, later joined by either a rumble of the earth, a lightning strike in the sky or even worse, a sonic boom formed by the clashing of magic.
It had been seven years since they started their battle. And they hadn’t let up. Seven years since many vulpians left the realm, only a few staying behind that one would occasionally spot. People who didn’t want to leave and instead chose to survive on their own soil or die trying.
It also had been seven years since Luxian had been here. His chestnuts could only roam around in horror, destruction of what he once saw as beautiful now nothing but a seemingly abandoned space getting used to conflict.
His hand squeezed Kalaren’s, unable to help himself as he moved in a little closer and his tail slipped between his legs. Every loud boom made him slightly jump, making him clutch onto Kalaren even more.
Deep breaths. Just in, out, leave.
Okay. We go forward. Hopefully, if we see that tree we sat near when you first came here, it will help us find the temple.
This wasn't Kalaren's home like it was Luxian's, but he still had memories here. The space where they once shared their first date, the earth now scorched and scarred. Where they once saw a festival was now a war ground. The realm that once danced with life and job, now only had space for ghosts of what was haunting the land. The sky where he once wished upon streaking stars, now ripped and torn, the tales of a fox chasing another across a moon lit sky now burning stories.
It was only when he felt his hand being squeezed that he was pulled back to reality. A squeeze back as he pulled Luxian in close.
I'm right here, I promise you'll be okay.
A warm, reassuring smile on his face.
Got it, forward it is. It can't be too far, right?
Don't get him wrong, he knew this was a serious situation. The way Kalaren saw it though was that being serious or worried wouldn't help anything or anyone right now. He could smile and help Luxian through this time by being a small bit of light in a dark place.
So, forward they went, through the hells that took over what once was a home.
And truly, it was helping. Seeing another, especially someone he cared so deeply for, appearing strong and like everything was going to be fine was letting him slowly relax. Sure, he was still on edge, if the slow fluffing of his tail was anything to take notice of, but his eyes remained locked on Kalarens. A slow, gentle smile appearing as well, shortly followed by a nod.
Surely not. Hopefully not, anyway.
It was difficult to mention anything of note here. Maybe the odd vulpian who sat under a destroyed tree, sharing whatever food they were able to gather that day. Maybe the second bolt of lightning that darted across the sky, one that started white before shifting into a deep, red colour.
It took a bit of time. There was some pauses they had to take due to environmental factors, such as a heavy gust of wind suddenly ploughing into them, or the heavy hailstorm that drilled down from the sky above and painted the ground a harsh white. But eventually, the tree was spotted.
Luxian’s eyes lit up then, pointing towards it.
There! The temple should still be nearby!
Granted, even the tree had seen better days. The leaves were shredded, the top of it had been broken off, and the bench swing they once sat one had all but rusted into disrepair. Simply hanging onto the weakened branch by a single chain, whilst the rest of it plummeted into the ground.
It was a fight of gods. As if nature itself was angry and lashing out. So much violence. For what? The Vulpian people? The ones that were now suffering without a home? Those that worshipped their gods now shunned by them. It was hard to look at, hard to hear, hard to accept. All he could really hope was that the vulpian's would make it out of this and continue on and be able to come back from this.
When he saw that tree though, a small idea sparked in his mind. Stary hues lingering on it. Later though.
Let's hurry, I don't think we want to be out here longer than we need to. Plus we have a painting to get.
Right now his only goal was getting Luxian to somewhere more safe. At least he hoped it would be. Who was to say what a temple would look like in a situation like this.
While they moved, his eyes would dark around. Silently raising barriers if things felt like the violence was getting too close, gaze on the chaos. As powerful as they all were, Kalaren couldn't help but wonder about the banished one. Were they actually holding off the other nine right now or was there something they didn't know. Like the gods turning on one another or maybe the banished god wasn't alone.
Questions that he wouldn't be asking now, maybe ever, but ones that still rang out in his head.
Seeming to be in agreement, Luxian squeezed Kalaren's hand and began to lead them through the carnage as best as he could. The barriers were much appreciated, and at one point poor Luxian yelped and practically leapt towards the donari when a stray blast of fire launched itself towards them.
If one looked up at where they were now, they would be able to see the fighting more clearly now. Two gigantic beings, each possessing nine tails, with markings all over their furred body. One white as snow with black insignias mapping all over, tips of each tail a gradient that almost appeared like a paintbrush itself before fading out into cosmos detail. The other, eyes a sickly red with matted fur, fangs blazing with that similar fire as it dug itself into the other fox's neck.
It was hard to ignore, but it had to be done if they were to get in and out. So, onwards it was.
The temple, as expected, was an utter mess. Half of it destroyed, scorched on the roof whilst debris either hung off of the structure or collapsed within. Grass that was once blooming with flora was now bare and parched, and the statues depicting Lun'alk were now no more. Nothing but a husk of symbolism, her head stripped from the body and upside down in the ground.
With the blessings' of the temple removed, it allowed easy access for the pair. Inside was still a mess, ransacked also, but there were still some objects that remained. A few dusted plates, some broken photographs, paintings ripped, tapestries bundled up or torn. What once was a home to a family was now just an afterthought.
But hopefully, still home to the painting Luxian wanted to retrieve.
Okay, how do you want to go about this? We split up, search the place, then meet back here as soon as we can? Will ten minutes be enough?
Sure, Kalaren was acting completely composed and put together and calm, as if it would all be alright, but this was terrifying. Watching gods fight, the one in Luxian's dream right there in the flesh or whatever it was in. All of that was scary. It got to Luxian once who was to say it couldn't again?
That squeeze helped though. Soon moving on once more.
Watching the foxes fight, it was very hard to look away from. Terror meeting curiosity in a twisted way.
Even seeing the temple again after all these years was hard. He was only here once but he still remembered how it once was. What it once was. Far from its glory days. Kalaren couldn't imagine what Luxian was going through with it all.
The donari's face twisted at the ask.
No.
It was firm, a declaration not making room for argument.
I'm not leaving your side while in this realm, if something happens I need to be close. So even if it takes twice as long, we stick together.
If it was anything, Luxian's mind was far too preoccupied with properly processing the state of his former home. There was only so much one mind could truly comprehend, especially when you were someone who wasn't all that well accustomed to life of despair. So right now, he was more focused on survival.
Perhaps that will change later once they were back home, and not being in such a dangerous setting allowed him to think more clearly. Perhaps his mind would block it out entirely. It was difficult to say as of current.
Luxian's ears flickered at Kalaren's response, making him look over at him with slightly droopy ears. Still, upon hearing his reasoning, the vulpian couldn't argue with that.
Okay.
Um... I'm not too sure...
Jutting out his lower lip, Luxian pulled an expression that was woven with uncertainty.
There's either my old room, unless they changed it following me leaving, or there is the basement. I'm more inclined to say the basement, because it's 'out of sight, out of mind' or something like that.
Let's try my old room first. It'll be this way.
Gently tugging on Kalaren's hand, Luxian begun to lead and take them to where the staircase was.
Keyword here being was. What actually remained was a broken stairway, the middle completely destroyed and caved in, whilst the upper level was barely stable. Even from down where they were, peering up at the floorboards, there were several loose planks that looked like they would break through if people were to step on them too many times.
Or, uh. Was.
Biting his inner cheek, he looked back up at the donari beside him.
What do you think we should do? Try our luck but watch our step? I could go as a fox to lessen the weight on the floorboards? Or should we just go straight to the basement?
Obviously Kalaren didn't like speaking to Luxian in this way but it was a rather extreme circumstance.
Okay, upper floor/your old room first, then basement.
While he wouldn't let onto it he didn't like the idea of the basement. One major hit to the temple and it could cave. At least the upper floors there was less falling on top of them. Yes, Kalaren was strong and very capable but that didn't stop his anxiety around keeping Luxian safe.
Seeing the stairs were very out of commission or at least not ideal, he hummed. Starry hues scanning over the structure.
Turn into a fox, I'll toss you up, the landing will be more gentle that way.
After that I think I can jump up and use the wall as a launching point to get myself up without the stairs. We can worry about getting down later.
Even that was risky. Look at this place it was falling apart as they stood there. However Luxian wanted that painting and he was going to get it.
The thing is Luxian asked for so little. He was happy with what he had, so when he did actually ask for something, Kalaren would go to the ends of the earth to get it for him.
Hearing the plan, Luxian would have no objections to it. Even though he was large than a regular fox, he was still much lighter. Sometimes, Kalaren would just carry him around like a little teddy bear, whilst Luxian would just flop there with that fluffy tail of his swishing about.
A good life, really.
Moving on, a single 'poof!' was all it took for Luxian to suddenly be much smaller, letting out a little yip to get Kalaren's attention before he started to stand up using his back legs. Just a little way of saying 'okay, yes, pick me up now'.
Look, realistically, he could just use Kalaren as a vault to leap up onto the upper levels, but that might mean using his claws on the donari. He didn't quite enjoy doing that—why would he? He didn't like hurting Kalaren!—so having him just throw him up was the better option here.
It was hard not to smile seeing Luxian like this. He was adorable and melted Kalaren's heart. Seriously he could do or ask for anything like this and Kalaren was putty in the vulpian's hands.
Carefully picking him up, Kalaren gently tossed him onto the top floor. Once he was situated and out of the way, it was the donari's turn. Taking a deep breath he backed up slightly and took a running start, feet running up the wall until he kicked off to land as gently at the top of the stairs as he could. A pause to made sure nothing was caving in until he looked at Luxian.
Alright, to your bedroom, bug. Lead the way.
Now a slight problem was how heavy Kalaren was, much heavier than he looked. One wrong step and he was going through the floor.
His tail was already wagging away freely when he was picked up, legs scrambling up when he was tossed up before making himself stand up better. Whilst Kalaren was making his way up, he was taking in the upstairs.
The best way to describe it was something akin to an apocalyptic setting. Doors broken into, off the hinges, the ceiling having collapsed and blocking off the right hand side. Furniture or ornaments having been discarded, ruined, broken, you name it. It was safer to assume that the rest of the temple would look the same; a building that was abandoned.
Even the steps Luxian took in this form made an eerie creak sound throughout the hallway, making him pause to look down at his paws. Truly unstable.
Peering up at Kalaren once he was with him, the fox nodded before slowly walking forward, also being careful not to step on any splinters or broken pieces of wood that could hurt him.
He did pause when he moved past his sister's room, who was equally as destroyed. The door was quite literally hanging off the hinges, making his ears droop slightly. To think that years ago, he'd be in there chatting away with his sister. And now, it was just ghosted memories.
Shaking his head, he continued onwards towards the end of the hallway, where his bedroom seemed to also be blocked off. A tree branch had struck, though there was space for him to crawl under.
It was most likely this temple would be torn through in another month or so given its state. Sure it held 7 years but it seemed like the war has been steadily amping up. All he could imagine was what Luxian was going through with it all, what he would be going through.
The donari had to be extra careful, every creak threatening to send him through the ground below. Hell he would probably break through to the basement if he fell from here.
Seeing the tree he began to chew on the inside of his cheek. If he lifted that tree between the weight of it and him, they would most likely not have an upper floor at all anymore.
Crawl under if you can. Just please be safe. If something happens I will be right here and call, okay?
Could you blame him for being worried? Still they had to check that room and his pretty fox boyfriend was the best bet. Another moment where Kalaren hated how big he was.
Some time had passed since Kalaren had arrived bearing the news of the magic- devouring blight. And just as he was working tirelessly to contain its spread, Io and Oberon dedicated themselves to a different battle- tracking its source.
It began on a far-off realm. One with which Io was familiar, where a similar strain had spread through its people leaving devastation in its wake. Armed with knowledge gleaned from Earth, the pair wore cumbersome non-magical protective gear before venturing into the afflicted regions, always operating from an arm's reach. Or two.
Io's gift for language and understanding coaxed secrets from reluctant lips and charmed wary strangers into willing allies.
Where trails ended, Oberon found them again, pulling loose threads until he'd unraveled entire tapestries. At last he arrived, several realms later, at a place they had feared from the very beginning.
And yet...they had only been half right...
Oberon: it's a laboratory.
Oberon: on a realm called v'ost
Oberon: you're not going to like what we found...
Oberon: first floor west wing if you're available
At the very least his patients were awake and well, though he kept them quarantined for the time being. To say he was stressed about it was an understatement, his hair was even turning white from all the stress. No it wasn't it was always this colour.
Kalaren was finally relaxing on the couch when the phone buzzed, eyes scanning over the text.
Kal: Send me the coordinates and I'll be there
Assuming they did, a portal opened, Kalaren stepping through. His eyes were quick to land on the other two before looking around.
Leaning back in his chair, stylus lightly spinning between his fingers, he hummed. Mind wandering as he stared at the lines on his tablet, soon turning into something of contemplation when he started to tap his lower lip with his pen.
His chestnuts then wandered around his studio, taking in most of his work. Some canvases painted years ago that were hung up. A few that were still a work-in-progress, but he stopped. Empty canvases that were still wrapped up and untouched, as if waiting for the day to finally be unsealed.
It was a sad sight, really. Truly sad. Even his art nowadays didn't feel the same.
Jutting out his lower lip more as he pondered, he soon pushed himself up and made his way towards wherever Kal might be in the house. Upon seeing the donari, he smiled, stepping over with his hands behind his back.
Hi, love. Are you busy right now?
Kalaren had books strewn across the living room, studying. Even after he graduated and left the magic university he made it a point to keep learning, just on his own. Currently that was what he was doing. Learning about the anatomy of rare species so he could treat them better, practicing scanning bodies with his magic like an mri or xray.
Perking up when he heard Luxian he warmly smiled back.
Hi bug, not really, I can put this away. What's up?
Already the books were being put away, marks left to let him know where he was so Luxian could have his full attention.
When it came to Kalaren's career and how hard he worked, Luxian could not be any prouder. He truly worked so hard in what he does, and continues to do so. Seeing him like this always did invite a soft smile to spread across the vulpian's lips.
Taking a seat beside him, watching him as he did what he needed to do, Luxian started to fiddle with his sweater before humming.
Um. So you know how my home realm is... well, dangerous right now? And a lot of people have left and things are abandoned... and... yes, just... bad. All bad.
Moving from his jumper to his tail, which already started to curl into his lap, his ear flickered before looking back over at Kalaren.
How dumb of an idea would it be if I said I wanted to go back to my old home and... pick up some paintings? Specifically the one I showed my father before we lost contact?
I don't know, it sounds silly. But I don't know. I think I want that here rather than over there.
Now there were a lot of things that Luxian could have said or brought up. Kalaren could see the nerves in the fox's actions making him pause and focus on him more.
So many things that Luxian could have said, and he was not expecting that at all. His family, his home, all of it was a carefully danced around subject. They both were aware of it and what was happening with it but it was almost out of sight, out of mind when it could be/ It seemed something brought it back up though.
Kalaren carefully reached over to take Luxian's hand, giving them a small squeeze. Silence took over for a moment while he found his words.
I don't know if it's smart or dumb but I understand it. It doesn't sound silly. It's something important to you, as a painting or a message, maybe both. Either way it matters and therefor it isn't a silly idea.
So, I suppose the question is, when do you want to go?
It's been seven years. Kalaren wasn't the man he was before, he grew. He was stronger, smarter, understood more. Smart or stupid he felt like he could get them in and out and protect them both in that time. If not, well people were just one whistle away. Not to mention if it helped Luxian heal he would do a lot more than run through a crumbling war torn realm.
Glancing over at Kalaren when his hand was taken, Luxian let his fingers curl around his for a moment. Just listening to him, slowly nodding his head, perhaps even a little nervous about the whole trip.
Luxian had no way to protect himself anymore, and most definitely not against a gods' wrath. The leaving of his family meant also putting behind the 'gift' bestowed upon his family, removing his magic entirely. Whilst nothing of note had changed in his day to day, it still was something to be aware of.
But at the same time, he didn't want to put Kalaren at risk. Not to say that the man wasn't strong or capable, but rather just a natural worry. Of course he didn't want anything to happen to them both, but he especially didn't want anything to happen to Kalaren for his own wish.
I'm not sure. I think sooner, the better. Who knows how long we'll have, right? Plus, who's to say it's still even there?
That was the problem, because when an idea get onto Kalaren's head, he had to act on it. Impulsive to a fault at times this would be one of them. Hearing Luxian wanted that painting Kalaren would go with or without Luxian, at least with him there he knew the temple well and where to go.
Bringing a hand up he gently kissed it.
Well...how's now?
I know it's sudden but it will just be looming if not, right? This way we go and get it over with rather than say "some day". If it isn't there maybe you could ask your sister if she knows what happened to it.
Either way, somehow, we will find it. Even if I am chasing torn canvas around to piece it together.
Blinking a couple of times at the suggestion, Luxian couldn't help but tilt his head as he thought on it.
Going now was an idea. Plus, things could get worse if they went later. They might get lucky, go in and out relatively safely, or at least make it home where no one is severely injured.
Letting his thumb brush over his knuckles, Luxian soon nodded.
Okay. We can go now.
But, um. I'm obviously a bit nervous. I don't want anything to happen to you, so will you at least promise that if we're both in any form of immediate danger, you'll get us out through a portal regardless on where we are? Or if you do happen to get injured, we leave?
Now Kalaren's goal was keep Luxian safe and find that painting, but he also couldn't say no to his love. He was asked something specific and to be safe so that was that.
I promise. But I also need you to keep some deep breaths, it'll be okay. In and out.
Giving his hands one more squeeze he smiled warmly.
Alright, let's go then.
Standing up the first thing he did was coat Luxian in a magic barrier with an anti magic one outside of that. Can't be too safe, right? Then the portal opened. Time for Luxian to face his home.
If there was something he learned about Kalaren, is that he always made sure not to break his promises. With a nod, a quick smile, and those well-needed breaths, it was time to go.
On the other side, what would have once been a luscious realm of greenery, with life flourishing amongst plants and beings, instead held a plane of wasteland.
Grass that once freely danced against the cool breeze either dried out, burnt entirely or stamped on. Tall trees that choreographed such a waltz left to slowly rot away; scorched, torn down, ripped out. In some areas, deep puddles of water that the ground could no longer accept, ridden with dirt and dry leaves that wanted one last taste of hydration before crumbling away.
The sky above no longer seemed to welcome a day and night cycle, but rather hold both the sun and moon. But even the light granted from each couldn’t clear the darkness above, a foggy cloud of smoke that sparkled with strong signatures of magic. Every so often, there would be an echoing call in the far distance, later joined by either a rumble of the earth, a lightning strike in the sky or even worse, a sonic boom formed by the clashing of magic.
It had been seven years since they started their battle. And they hadn’t let up. Seven years since many vulpians left the realm, only a few staying behind that one would occasionally spot. People who didn’t want to leave and instead chose to survive on their own soil or die trying.
It also had been seven years since Luxian had been here. His chestnuts could only roam around in horror, destruction of what he once saw as beautiful now nothing but a seemingly abandoned space getting used to conflict.
His hand squeezed Kalaren’s, unable to help himself as he moved in a little closer and his tail slipped between his legs. Every loud boom made him slightly jump, making him clutch onto Kalaren even more.
Deep breaths. Just in, out, leave.
Okay. We go forward. Hopefully, if we see that tree we sat near when you first came here, it will help us find the temple.
This wasn't Kalaren's home like it was Luxian's, but he still had memories here. The space where they once shared their first date, the earth now scorched and scarred. Where they once saw a festival was now a war ground. The realm that once danced with life and job, now only had space for ghosts of what was haunting the land. The sky where he once wished upon streaking stars, now ripped and torn, the tales of a fox chasing another across a moon lit sky now burning stories.
It was only when he felt his hand being squeezed that he was pulled back to reality. A squeeze back as he pulled Luxian in close.
I'm right here, I promise you'll be okay.
A warm, reassuring smile on his face.
Got it, forward it is. It can't be too far, right?
Don't get him wrong, he knew this was a serious situation. The way Kalaren saw it though was that being serious or worried wouldn't help anything or anyone right now. He could smile and help Luxian through this time by being a small bit of light in a dark place.
So, forward they went, through the hells that took over what once was a home.
And truly, it was helping. Seeing another, especially someone he cared so deeply for, appearing strong and like everything was going to be fine was letting him slowly relax. Sure, he was still on edge, if the slow fluffing of his tail was anything to take notice of, but his eyes remained locked on Kalarens. A slow, gentle smile appearing as well, shortly followed by a nod.
Surely not. Hopefully not, anyway.
It was difficult to mention anything of note here. Maybe the odd vulpian who sat under a destroyed tree, sharing whatever food they were able to gather that day. Maybe the second bolt of lightning that darted across the sky, one that started white before shifting into a deep, red colour.
It took a bit of time. There was some pauses they had to take due to environmental factors, such as a heavy gust of wind suddenly ploughing into them, or the heavy hailstorm that drilled down from the sky above and painted the ground a harsh white. But eventually, the tree was spotted.
Luxian’s eyes lit up then, pointing towards it.
There! The temple should still be nearby!
Granted, even the tree had seen better days. The leaves were shredded, the top of it had been broken off, and the bench swing they once sat one had all but rusted into disrepair. Simply hanging onto the weakened branch by a single chain, whilst the rest of it plummeted into the ground.
It was a fight of gods. As if nature itself was angry and lashing out. So much violence. For what? The Vulpian people? The ones that were now suffering without a home? Those that worshipped their gods now shunned by them. It was hard to look at, hard to hear, hard to accept. All he could really hope was that the vulpian's would make it out of this and continue on and be able to come back from this.
When he saw that tree though, a small idea sparked in his mind. Stary hues lingering on it. Later though.
Let's hurry, I don't think we want to be out here longer than we need to. Plus we have a painting to get.
Right now his only goal was getting Luxian to somewhere more safe. At least he hoped it would be. Who was to say what a temple would look like in a situation like this.
While they moved, his eyes would dark around. Silently raising barriers if things felt like the violence was getting too close, gaze on the chaos. As powerful as they all were, Kalaren couldn't help but wonder about the banished one. Were they actually holding off the other nine right now or was there something they didn't know. Like the gods turning on one another or maybe the banished god wasn't alone.
Questions that he wouldn't be asking now, maybe ever, but ones that still rang out in his head.
Seeming to be in agreement, Luxian squeezed Kalaren's hand and began to lead them through the carnage as best as he could. The barriers were much appreciated, and at one point poor Luxian yelped and practically leapt towards the donari when a stray blast of fire launched itself towards them.
If one looked up at where they were now, they would be able to see the fighting more clearly now. Two gigantic beings, each possessing nine tails, with markings all over their furred body. One white as snow with black insignias mapping all over, tips of each tail a gradient that almost appeared like a paintbrush itself before fading out into cosmos detail. The other, eyes a sickly red with matted fur, fangs blazing with that similar fire as it dug itself into the other fox's neck.
It was hard to ignore, but it had to be done if they were to get in and out. So, onwards it was.
The temple, as expected, was an utter mess. Half of it destroyed, scorched on the roof whilst debris either hung off of the structure or collapsed within. Grass that was once blooming with flora was now bare and parched, and the statues depicting Lun'alk were now no more. Nothing but a husk of symbolism, her head stripped from the body and upside down in the ground.
With the blessings' of the temple removed, it allowed easy access for the pair. Inside was still a mess, ransacked also, but there were still some objects that remained. A few dusted plates, some broken photographs, paintings ripped, tapestries bundled up or torn. What once was a home to a family was now just an afterthought.
But hopefully, still home to the painting Luxian wanted to retrieve.
Okay, how do you want to go about this? We split up, search the place, then meet back here as soon as we can? Will ten minutes be enough?
Sure, Kalaren was acting completely composed and put together and calm, as if it would all be alright, but this was terrifying. Watching gods fight, the one in Luxian's dream right there in the flesh or whatever it was in. All of that was scary. It got to Luxian once who was to say it couldn't again?
That squeeze helped though. Soon moving on once more.
Watching the foxes fight, it was very hard to look away from. Terror meeting curiosity in a twisted way.
Even seeing the temple again after all these years was hard. He was only here once but he still remembered how it once was. What it once was. Far from its glory days. Kalaren couldn't imagine what Luxian was going through with it all.
The donari's face twisted at the ask.
No.
It was firm, a declaration not making room for argument.
I'm not leaving your side while in this realm, if something happens I need to be close. So even if it takes twice as long, we stick together.
If it was anything, Luxian's mind was far too preoccupied with properly processing the state of his former home. There was only so much one mind could truly comprehend, especially when you were someone who wasn't all that well accustomed to life of despair. So right now, he was more focused on survival.
Perhaps that will change later once they were back home, and not being in such a dangerous setting allowed him to think more clearly. Perhaps his mind would block it out entirely. It was difficult to say as of current.
Luxian's ears flickered at Kalaren's response, making him look over at him with slightly droopy ears. Still, upon hearing his reasoning, the vulpian couldn't argue with that.
Okay.
Um... I'm not too sure...
Jutting out his lower lip, Luxian pulled an expression that was woven with uncertainty.
There's either my old room, unless they changed it following me leaving, or there is the basement. I'm more inclined to say the basement, because it's 'out of sight, out of mind' or something like that.
Let's try my old room first. It'll be this way.
Gently tugging on Kalaren's hand, Luxian begun to lead and take them to where the staircase was.
Keyword here being was. What actually remained was a broken stairway, the middle completely destroyed and caved in, whilst the upper level was barely stable. Even from down where they were, peering up at the floorboards, there were several loose planks that looked like they would break through if people were to step on them too many times.
Or, uh. Was.
Biting his inner cheek, he looked back up at the donari beside him.
What do you think we should do? Try our luck but watch our step? I could go as a fox to lessen the weight on the floorboards? Or should we just go straight to the basement?
Obviously Kalaren didn't like speaking to Luxian in this way but it was a rather extreme circumstance.
Okay, upper floor/your old room first, then basement.
While he wouldn't let onto it he didn't like the idea of the basement. One major hit to the temple and it could cave. At least the upper floors there was less falling on top of them. Yes, Kalaren was strong and very capable but that didn't stop his anxiety around keeping Luxian safe.
Seeing the stairs were very out of commission or at least not ideal, he hummed. Starry hues scanning over the structure.
Turn into a fox, I'll toss you up, the landing will be more gentle that way.
After that I think I can jump up and use the wall as a launching point to get myself up without the stairs. We can worry about getting down later.
Even that was risky. Look at this place it was falling apart as they stood there. However Luxian wanted that painting and he was going to get it.
The thing is Luxian asked for so little. He was happy with what he had, so when he did actually ask for something, Kalaren would go to the ends of the earth to get it for him.
Hearing the plan, Luxian would have no objections to it. Even though he was large than a regular fox, he was still much lighter. Sometimes, Kalaren would just carry him around like a little teddy bear, whilst Luxian would just flop there with that fluffy tail of his swishing about.
A good life, really.
Moving on, a single 'poof!' was all it took for Luxian to suddenly be much smaller, letting out a little yip to get Kalaren's attention before he started to stand up using his back legs. Just a little way of saying 'okay, yes, pick me up now'.
Look, realistically, he could just use Kalaren as a vault to leap up onto the upper levels, but that might mean using his claws on the donari. He didn't quite enjoy doing that—why would he? He didn't like hurting Kalaren!—so having him just throw him up was the better option here.
It was hard not to smile seeing Luxian like this. He was adorable and melted Kalaren's heart. Seriously he could do or ask for anything like this and Kalaren was putty in the vulpian's hands.
Carefully picking him up, Kalaren gently tossed him onto the top floor. Once he was situated and out of the way, it was the donari's turn. Taking a deep breath he backed up slightly and took a running start, feet running up the wall until he kicked off to land as gently at the top of the stairs as he could. A pause to made sure nothing was caving in until he looked at Luxian.
Alright, to your bedroom, bug. Lead the way.
Now a slight problem was how heavy Kalaren was, much heavier than he looked. One wrong step and he was going through the floor.
Leaning back in his chair, stylus lightly spinning between his fingers, he hummed. Mind wandering as he stared at the lines on his tablet, soon turning into something of contemplation when he started to tap his lower lip with his pen.
His chestnuts then wandered around his studio, taking in most of his work. Some canvases painted years ago that were hung up. A few that were still a work-in-progress, but he stopped. Empty canvases that were still wrapped up and untouched, as if waiting for the day to finally be unsealed.
It was a sad sight, really. Truly sad. Even his art nowadays didn't feel the same.
Jutting out his lower lip more as he pondered, he soon pushed himself up and made his way towards wherever Kal might be in the house. Upon seeing the donari, he smiled, stepping over with his hands behind his back.
Hi, love. Are you busy right now?
Kalaren had books strewn across the living room, studying. Even after he graduated and left the magic university he made it a point to keep learning, just on his own. Currently that was what he was doing. Learning about the anatomy of rare species so he could treat them better, practicing scanning bodies with his magic like an mri or xray.
Perking up when he heard Luxian he warmly smiled back.
Hi bug, not really, I can put this away. What's up?
Already the books were being put away, marks left to let him know where he was so Luxian could have his full attention.
When it came to Kalaren's career and how hard he worked, Luxian could not be any prouder. He truly worked so hard in what he does, and continues to do so. Seeing him like this always did invite a soft smile to spread across the vulpian's lips.
Taking a seat beside him, watching him as he did what he needed to do, Luxian started to fiddle with his sweater before humming.
Um. So you know how my home realm is... well, dangerous right now? And a lot of people have left and things are abandoned... and... yes, just... bad. All bad.
Moving from his jumper to his tail, which already started to curl into his lap, his ear flickered before looking back over at Kalaren.
How dumb of an idea would it be if I said I wanted to go back to my old home and... pick up some paintings? Specifically the one I showed my father before we lost contact?
I don't know, it sounds silly. But I don't know. I think I want that here rather than over there.
Now there were a lot of things that Luxian could have said or brought up. Kalaren could see the nerves in the fox's actions making him pause and focus on him more.
So many things that Luxian could have said, and he was not expecting that at all. His family, his home, all of it was a carefully danced around subject. They both were aware of it and what was happening with it but it was almost out of sight, out of mind when it could be/ It seemed something brought it back up though.
Kalaren carefully reached over to take Luxian's hand, giving them a small squeeze. Silence took over for a moment while he found his words.
I don't know if it's smart or dumb but I understand it. It doesn't sound silly. It's something important to you, as a painting or a message, maybe both. Either way it matters and therefor it isn't a silly idea.
So, I suppose the question is, when do you want to go?
It's been seven years. Kalaren wasn't the man he was before, he grew. He was stronger, smarter, understood more. Smart or stupid he felt like he could get them in and out and protect them both in that time. If not, well people were just one whistle away. Not to mention if it helped Luxian heal he would do a lot more than run through a crumbling war torn realm.
Glancing over at Kalaren when his hand was taken, Luxian let his fingers curl around his for a moment. Just listening to him, slowly nodding his head, perhaps even a little nervous about the whole trip.
Luxian had no way to protect himself anymore, and most definitely not against a gods' wrath. The leaving of his family meant also putting behind the 'gift' bestowed upon his family, removing his magic entirely. Whilst nothing of note had changed in his day to day, it still was something to be aware of.
But at the same time, he didn't want to put Kalaren at risk. Not to say that the man wasn't strong or capable, but rather just a natural worry. Of course he didn't want anything to happen to them both, but he especially didn't want anything to happen to Kalaren for his own wish.
I'm not sure. I think sooner, the better. Who knows how long we'll have, right? Plus, who's to say it's still even there?
That was the problem, because when an idea get onto Kalaren's head, he had to act on it. Impulsive to a fault at times this would be one of them. Hearing Luxian wanted that painting Kalaren would go with or without Luxian, at least with him there he knew the temple well and where to go.
Bringing a hand up he gently kissed it.
Well...how's now?
I know it's sudden but it will just be looming if not, right? This way we go and get it over with rather than say "some day". If it isn't there maybe you could ask your sister if she knows what happened to it.
Either way, somehow, we will find it. Even if I am chasing torn canvas around to piece it together.
Blinking a couple of times at the suggestion, Luxian couldn't help but tilt his head as he thought on it.
Going now was an idea. Plus, things could get worse if they went later. They might get lucky, go in and out relatively safely, or at least make it home where no one is severely injured.
Letting his thumb brush over his knuckles, Luxian soon nodded.
Okay. We can go now.
But, um. I'm obviously a bit nervous. I don't want anything to happen to you, so will you at least promise that if we're both in any form of immediate danger, you'll get us out through a portal regardless on where we are? Or if you do happen to get injured, we leave?
Now Kalaren's goal was keep Luxian safe and find that painting, but he also couldn't say no to his love. He was asked something specific and to be safe so that was that.
I promise. But I also need you to keep some deep breaths, it'll be okay. In and out.
Giving his hands one more squeeze he smiled warmly.
Alright, let's go then.
Standing up the first thing he did was coat Luxian in a magic barrier with an anti magic one outside of that. Can't be too safe, right? Then the portal opened. Time for Luxian to face his home.
If there was something he learned about Kalaren, is that he always made sure not to break his promises. With a nod, a quick smile, and those well-needed breaths, it was time to go.
On the other side, what would have once been a luscious realm of greenery, with life flourishing amongst plants and beings, instead held a plane of wasteland.
Grass that once freely danced against the cool breeze either dried out, burnt entirely or stamped on. Tall trees that choreographed such a waltz left to slowly rot away; scorched, torn down, ripped out. In some areas, deep puddles of water that the ground could no longer accept, ridden with dirt and dry leaves that wanted one last taste of hydration before crumbling away.
The sky above no longer seemed to welcome a day and night cycle, but rather hold both the sun and moon. But even the light granted from each couldn’t clear the darkness above, a foggy cloud of smoke that sparkled with strong signatures of magic. Every so often, there would be an echoing call in the far distance, later joined by either a rumble of the earth, a lightning strike in the sky or even worse, a sonic boom formed by the clashing of magic.
It had been seven years since they started their battle. And they hadn’t let up. Seven years since many vulpians left the realm, only a few staying behind that one would occasionally spot. People who didn’t want to leave and instead chose to survive on their own soil or die trying.
It also had been seven years since Luxian had been here. His chestnuts could only roam around in horror, destruction of what he once saw as beautiful now nothing but a seemingly abandoned space getting used to conflict.
His hand squeezed Kalaren’s, unable to help himself as he moved in a little closer and his tail slipped between his legs. Every loud boom made him slightly jump, making him clutch onto Kalaren even more.
Deep breaths. Just in, out, leave.
Okay. We go forward. Hopefully, if we see that tree we sat near when you first came here, it will help us find the temple.
This wasn't Kalaren's home like it was Luxian's, but he still had memories here. The space where they once shared their first date, the earth now scorched and scarred. Where they once saw a festival was now a war ground. The realm that once danced with life and job, now only had space for ghosts of what was haunting the land. The sky where he once wished upon streaking stars, now ripped and torn, the tales of a fox chasing another across a moon lit sky now burning stories.
It was only when he felt his hand being squeezed that he was pulled back to reality. A squeeze back as he pulled Luxian in close.
I'm right here, I promise you'll be okay.
A warm, reassuring smile on his face.
Got it, forward it is. It can't be too far, right?
Don't get him wrong, he knew this was a serious situation. The way Kalaren saw it though was that being serious or worried wouldn't help anything or anyone right now. He could smile and help Luxian through this time by being a small bit of light in a dark place.
So, forward they went, through the hells that took over what once was a home.
And truly, it was helping. Seeing another, especially someone he cared so deeply for, appearing strong and like everything was going to be fine was letting him slowly relax. Sure, he was still on edge, if the slow fluffing of his tail was anything to take notice of, but his eyes remained locked on Kalarens. A slow, gentle smile appearing as well, shortly followed by a nod.
Surely not. Hopefully not, anyway.
It was difficult to mention anything of note here. Maybe the odd vulpian who sat under a destroyed tree, sharing whatever food they were able to gather that day. Maybe the second bolt of lightning that darted across the sky, one that started white before shifting into a deep, red colour.
It took a bit of time. There was some pauses they had to take due to environmental factors, such as a heavy gust of wind suddenly ploughing into them, or the heavy hailstorm that drilled down from the sky above and painted the ground a harsh white. But eventually, the tree was spotted.
Luxian’s eyes lit up then, pointing towards it.
There! The temple should still be nearby!
Granted, even the tree had seen better days. The leaves were shredded, the top of it had been broken off, and the bench swing they once sat one had all but rusted into disrepair. Simply hanging onto the weakened branch by a single chain, whilst the rest of it plummeted into the ground.
It was a fight of gods. As if nature itself was angry and lashing out. So much violence. For what? The Vulpian people? The ones that were now suffering without a home? Those that worshipped their gods now shunned by them. It was hard to look at, hard to hear, hard to accept. All he could really hope was that the vulpian's would make it out of this and continue on and be able to come back from this.
When he saw that tree though, a small idea sparked in his mind. Stary hues lingering on it. Later though.
Let's hurry, I don't think we want to be out here longer than we need to. Plus we have a painting to get.
Right now his only goal was getting Luxian to somewhere more safe. At least he hoped it would be. Who was to say what a temple would look like in a situation like this.
While they moved, his eyes would dark around. Silently raising barriers if things felt like the violence was getting too close, gaze on the chaos. As powerful as they all were, Kalaren couldn't help but wonder about the banished one. Were they actually holding off the other nine right now or was there something they didn't know. Like the gods turning on one another or maybe the banished god wasn't alone.
Questions that he wouldn't be asking now, maybe ever, but ones that still rang out in his head.
Seeming to be in agreement, Luxian squeezed Kalaren's hand and began to lead them through the carnage as best as he could. The barriers were much appreciated, and at one point poor Luxian yelped and practically leapt towards the donari when a stray blast of fire launched itself towards them.
If one looked up at where they were now, they would be able to see the fighting more clearly now. Two gigantic beings, each possessing nine tails, with markings all over their furred body. One white as snow with black insignias mapping all over, tips of each tail a gradient that almost appeared like a paintbrush itself before fading out into cosmos detail. The other, eyes a sickly red with matted fur, fangs blazing with that similar fire as it dug itself into the other fox's neck.
It was hard to ignore, but it had to be done if they were to get in and out. So, onwards it was.
The temple, as expected, was an utter mess. Half of it destroyed, scorched on the roof whilst debris either hung off of the structure or collapsed within. Grass that was once blooming with flora was now bare and parched, and the statues depicting Lun'alk were now no more. Nothing but a husk of symbolism, her head stripped from the body and upside down in the ground.
With the blessings' of the temple removed, it allowed easy access for the pair. Inside was still a mess, ransacked also, but there were still some objects that remained. A few dusted plates, some broken photographs, paintings ripped, tapestries bundled up or torn. What once was a home to a family was now just an afterthought.
But hopefully, still home to the painting Luxian wanted to retrieve.
Okay, how do you want to go about this? We split up, search the place, then meet back here as soon as we can? Will ten minutes be enough?
Sure, Kalaren was acting completely composed and put together and calm, as if it would all be alright, but this was terrifying. Watching gods fight, the one in Luxian's dream right there in the flesh or whatever it was in. All of that was scary. It got to Luxian once who was to say it couldn't again?
That squeeze helped though. Soon moving on once more.
Watching the foxes fight, it was very hard to look away from. Terror meeting curiosity in a twisted way.
Even seeing the temple again after all these years was hard. He was only here once but he still remembered how it once was. What it once was. Far from its glory days. Kalaren couldn't imagine what Luxian was going through with it all.
The donari's face twisted at the ask.
No.
It was firm, a declaration not making room for argument.
I'm not leaving your side while in this realm, if something happens I need to be close. So even if it takes twice as long, we stick together.
If it was anything, Luxian's mind was far too preoccupied with properly processing the state of his former home. There was only so much one mind could truly comprehend, especially when you were someone who wasn't all that well accustomed to life of despair. So right now, he was more focused on survival.
Perhaps that will change later once they were back home, and not being in such a dangerous setting allowed him to think more clearly. Perhaps his mind would block it out entirely. It was difficult to say as of current.
Luxian's ears flickered at Kalaren's response, making him look over at him with slightly droopy ears. Still, upon hearing his reasoning, the vulpian couldn't argue with that.
Okay.
Um... I'm not too sure...
Jutting out his lower lip, Luxian pulled an expression that was woven with uncertainty.
There's either my old room, unless they changed it following me leaving, or there is the basement. I'm more inclined to say the basement, because it's 'out of sight, out of mind' or something like that.
Let's try my old room first. It'll be this way.
Gently tugging on Kalaren's hand, Luxian begun to lead and take them to where the staircase was.
Keyword here being was. What actually remained was a broken stairway, the middle completely destroyed and caved in, whilst the upper level was barely stable. Even from down where they were, peering up at the floorboards, there were several loose planks that looked like they would break through if people were to step on them too many times.
Or, uh. Was.
Biting his inner cheek, he looked back up at the donari beside him.
What do you think we should do? Try our luck but watch our step? I could go as a fox to lessen the weight on the floorboards? Or should we just go straight to the basement?
Obviously Kalaren didn't like speaking to Luxian in this way but it was a rather extreme circumstance.
Okay, upper floor/your old room first, then basement.
While he wouldn't let onto it he didn't like the idea of the basement. One major hit to the temple and it could cave. At least the upper floors there was less falling on top of them. Yes, Kalaren was strong and very capable but that didn't stop his anxiety around keeping Luxian safe.
Seeing the stairs were very out of commission or at least not ideal, he hummed. Starry hues scanning over the structure.
Turn into a fox, I'll toss you up, the landing will be more gentle that way.
After that I think I can jump up and use the wall as a launching point to get myself up without the stairs. We can worry about getting down later.
Even that was risky. Look at this place it was falling apart as they stood there. However Luxian wanted that painting and he was going to get it.
The thing is Luxian asked for so little. He was happy with what he had, so when he did actually ask for something, Kalaren would go to the ends of the earth to get it for him.
Leaning back in his chair, stylus lightly spinning between his fingers, he hummed. Mind wandering as he stared at the lines on his tablet, soon turning into something of contemplation when he started to tap his lower lip with his pen.
His chestnuts then wandered around his studio, taking in most of his work. Some canvases painted years ago that were hung up. A few that were still a work-in-progress, but he stopped. Empty canvases that were still wrapped up and untouched, as if waiting for the day to finally be unsealed.
It was a sad sight, really. Truly sad. Even his art nowadays didn't feel the same.
Jutting out his lower lip more as he pondered, he soon pushed himself up and made his way towards wherever Kal might be in the house. Upon seeing the donari, he smiled, stepping over with his hands behind his back.
Hi, love. Are you busy right now?
Kalaren had books strewn across the living room, studying. Even after he graduated and left the magic university he made it a point to keep learning, just on his own. Currently that was what he was doing. Learning about the anatomy of rare species so he could treat them better, practicing scanning bodies with his magic like an mri or xray.
Perking up when he heard Luxian he warmly smiled back.
Hi bug, not really, I can put this away. What's up?
Already the books were being put away, marks left to let him know where he was so Luxian could have his full attention.
When it came to Kalaren's career and how hard he worked, Luxian could not be any prouder. He truly worked so hard in what he does, and continues to do so. Seeing him like this always did invite a soft smile to spread across the vulpian's lips.
Taking a seat beside him, watching him as he did what he needed to do, Luxian started to fiddle with his sweater before humming.
Um. So you know how my home realm is... well, dangerous right now? And a lot of people have left and things are abandoned... and... yes, just... bad. All bad.
Moving from his jumper to his tail, which already started to curl into his lap, his ear flickered before looking back over at Kalaren.
How dumb of an idea would it be if I said I wanted to go back to my old home and... pick up some paintings? Specifically the one I showed my father before we lost contact?
I don't know, it sounds silly. But I don't know. I think I want that here rather than over there.
Now there were a lot of things that Luxian could have said or brought up. Kalaren could see the nerves in the fox's actions making him pause and focus on him more.
So many things that Luxian could have said, and he was not expecting that at all. His family, his home, all of it was a carefully danced around subject. They both were aware of it and what was happening with it but it was almost out of sight, out of mind when it could be/ It seemed something brought it back up though.
Kalaren carefully reached over to take Luxian's hand, giving them a small squeeze. Silence took over for a moment while he found his words.
I don't know if it's smart or dumb but I understand it. It doesn't sound silly. It's something important to you, as a painting or a message, maybe both. Either way it matters and therefor it isn't a silly idea.
So, I suppose the question is, when do you want to go?
It's been seven years. Kalaren wasn't the man he was before, he grew. He was stronger, smarter, understood more. Smart or stupid he felt like he could get them in and out and protect them both in that time. If not, well people were just one whistle away. Not to mention if it helped Luxian heal he would do a lot more than run through a crumbling war torn realm.
Glancing over at Kalaren when his hand was taken, Luxian let his fingers curl around his for a moment. Just listening to him, slowly nodding his head, perhaps even a little nervous about the whole trip.
Luxian had no way to protect himself anymore, and most definitely not against a gods' wrath. The leaving of his family meant also putting behind the 'gift' bestowed upon his family, removing his magic entirely. Whilst nothing of note had changed in his day to day, it still was something to be aware of.
But at the same time, he didn't want to put Kalaren at risk. Not to say that the man wasn't strong or capable, but rather just a natural worry. Of course he didn't want anything to happen to them both, but he especially didn't want anything to happen to Kalaren for his own wish.
I'm not sure. I think sooner, the better. Who knows how long we'll have, right? Plus, who's to say it's still even there?
That was the problem, because when an idea get onto Kalaren's head, he had to act on it. Impulsive to a fault at times this would be one of them. Hearing Luxian wanted that painting Kalaren would go with or without Luxian, at least with him there he knew the temple well and where to go.
Bringing a hand up he gently kissed it.
Well...how's now?
I know it's sudden but it will just be looming if not, right? This way we go and get it over with rather than say "some day". If it isn't there maybe you could ask your sister if she knows what happened to it.
Either way, somehow, we will find it. Even if I am chasing torn canvas around to piece it together.
Blinking a couple of times at the suggestion, Luxian couldn't help but tilt his head as he thought on it.
Going now was an idea. Plus, things could get worse if they went later. They might get lucky, go in and out relatively safely, or at least make it home where no one is severely injured.
Letting his thumb brush over his knuckles, Luxian soon nodded.
Okay. We can go now.
But, um. I'm obviously a bit nervous. I don't want anything to happen to you, so will you at least promise that if we're both in any form of immediate danger, you'll get us out through a portal regardless on where we are? Or if you do happen to get injured, we leave?
Now Kalaren's goal was keep Luxian safe and find that painting, but he also couldn't say no to his love. He was asked something specific and to be safe so that was that.
I promise. But I also need you to keep some deep breaths, it'll be okay. In and out.
Giving his hands one more squeeze he smiled warmly.
Alright, let's go then.
Standing up the first thing he did was coat Luxian in a magic barrier with an anti magic one outside of that. Can't be too safe, right? Then the portal opened. Time for Luxian to face his home.
If there was something he learned about Kalaren, is that he always made sure not to break his promises. With a nod, a quick smile, and those well-needed breaths, it was time to go.
On the other side, what would have once been a luscious realm of greenery, with life flourishing amongst plants and beings, instead held a plane of wasteland.
Grass that once freely danced against the cool breeze either dried out, burnt entirely or stamped on. Tall trees that choreographed such a waltz left to slowly rot away; scorched, torn down, ripped out. In some areas, deep puddles of water that the ground could no longer accept, ridden with dirt and dry leaves that wanted one last taste of hydration before crumbling away.
The sky above no longer seemed to welcome a day and night cycle, but rather hold both the sun and moon. But even the light granted from each couldn’t clear the darkness above, a foggy cloud of smoke that sparkled with strong signatures of magic. Every so often, there would be an echoing call in the far distance, later joined by either a rumble of the earth, a lightning strike in the sky or even worse, a sonic boom formed by the clashing of magic.
It had been seven years since they started their battle. And they hadn’t let up. Seven years since many vulpians left the realm, only a few staying behind that one would occasionally spot. People who didn’t want to leave and instead chose to survive on their own soil or die trying.
It also had been seven years since Luxian had been here. His chestnuts could only roam around in horror, destruction of what he once saw as beautiful now nothing but a seemingly abandoned space getting used to conflict.
His hand squeezed Kalaren’s, unable to help himself as he moved in a little closer and his tail slipped between his legs. Every loud boom made him slightly jump, making him clutch onto Kalaren even more.
Deep breaths. Just in, out, leave.
Okay. We go forward. Hopefully, if we see that tree we sat near when you first came here, it will help us find the temple.
This wasn't Kalaren's home like it was Luxian's, but he still had memories here. The space where they once shared their first date, the earth now scorched and scarred. Where they once saw a festival was now a war ground. The realm that once danced with life and job, now only had space for ghosts of what was haunting the land. The sky where he once wished upon streaking stars, now ripped and torn, the tales of a fox chasing another across a moon lit sky now burning stories.
It was only when he felt his hand being squeezed that he was pulled back to reality. A squeeze back as he pulled Luxian in close.
I'm right here, I promise you'll be okay.
A warm, reassuring smile on his face.
Got it, forward it is. It can't be too far, right?
Don't get him wrong, he knew this was a serious situation. The way Kalaren saw it though was that being serious or worried wouldn't help anything or anyone right now. He could smile and help Luxian through this time by being a small bit of light in a dark place.
So, forward they went, through the hells that took over what once was a home.
And truly, it was helping. Seeing another, especially someone he cared so deeply for, appearing strong and like everything was going to be fine was letting him slowly relax. Sure, he was still on edge, if the slow fluffing of his tail was anything to take notice of, but his eyes remained locked on Kalarens. A slow, gentle smile appearing as well, shortly followed by a nod.
Surely not. Hopefully not, anyway.
It was difficult to mention anything of note here. Maybe the odd vulpian who sat under a destroyed tree, sharing whatever food they were able to gather that day. Maybe the second bolt of lightning that darted across the sky, one that started white before shifting into a deep, red colour.
It took a bit of time. There was some pauses they had to take due to environmental factors, such as a heavy gust of wind suddenly ploughing into them, or the heavy hailstorm that drilled down from the sky above and painted the ground a harsh white. But eventually, the tree was spotted.
Luxian’s eyes lit up then, pointing towards it.
There! The temple should still be nearby!
Granted, even the tree had seen better days. The leaves were shredded, the top of it had been broken off, and the bench swing they once sat one had all but rusted into disrepair. Simply hanging onto the weakened branch by a single chain, whilst the rest of it plummeted into the ground.
It was a fight of gods. As if nature itself was angry and lashing out. So much violence. For what? The Vulpian people? The ones that were now suffering without a home? Those that worshipped their gods now shunned by them. It was hard to look at, hard to hear, hard to accept. All he could really hope was that the vulpian's would make it out of this and continue on and be able to come back from this.
When he saw that tree though, a small idea sparked in his mind. Stary hues lingering on it. Later though.
Let's hurry, I don't think we want to be out here longer than we need to. Plus we have a painting to get.
Right now his only goal was getting Luxian to somewhere more safe. At least he hoped it would be. Who was to say what a temple would look like in a situation like this.
While they moved, his eyes would dark around. Silently raising barriers if things felt like the violence was getting too close, gaze on the chaos. As powerful as they all were, Kalaren couldn't help but wonder about the banished one. Were they actually holding off the other nine right now or was there something they didn't know. Like the gods turning on one another or maybe the banished god wasn't alone.
Questions that he wouldn't be asking now, maybe ever, but ones that still rang out in his head.
Seeming to be in agreement, Luxian squeezed Kalaren's hand and began to lead them through the carnage as best as he could. The barriers were much appreciated, and at one point poor Luxian yelped and practically leapt towards the donari when a stray blast of fire launched itself towards them.
If one looked up at where they were now, they would be able to see the fighting more clearly now. Two gigantic beings, each possessing nine tails, with markings all over their furred body. One white as snow with black insignias mapping all over, tips of each tail a gradient that almost appeared like a paintbrush itself before fading out into cosmos detail. The other, eyes a sickly red with matted fur, fangs blazing with that similar fire as it dug itself into the other fox's neck.
It was hard to ignore, but it had to be done if they were to get in and out. So, onwards it was.
The temple, as expected, was an utter mess. Half of it destroyed, scorched on the roof whilst debris either hung off of the structure or collapsed within. Grass that was once blooming with flora was now bare and parched, and the statues depicting Lun'alk were now no more. Nothing but a husk of symbolism, her head stripped from the body and upside down in the ground.
With the blessings' of the temple removed, it allowed easy access for the pair. Inside was still a mess, ransacked also, but there were still some objects that remained. A few dusted plates, some broken photographs, paintings ripped, tapestries bundled up or torn. What once was a home to a family was now just an afterthought.
But hopefully, still home to the painting Luxian wanted to retrieve.
Okay, how do you want to go about this? We split up, search the place, then meet back here as soon as we can? Will ten minutes be enough?
Sure, Kalaren was acting completely composed and put together and calm, as if it would all be alright, but this was terrifying. Watching gods fight, the one in Luxian's dream right there in the flesh or whatever it was in. All of that was scary. It got to Luxian once who was to say it couldn't again?
That squeeze helped though. Soon moving on once more.
Watching the foxes fight, it was very hard to look away from. Terror meeting curiosity in a twisted way.
Even seeing the temple again after all these years was hard. He was only here once but he still remembered how it once was. What it once was. Far from its glory days. Kalaren couldn't imagine what Luxian was going through with it all.
The donari's face twisted at the ask.
No.
It was firm, a declaration not making room for argument.
I'm not leaving your side while in this realm, if something happens I need to be close. So even if it takes twice as long, we stick together.
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
Io clapped as they got their first point. See? Knew they could do it! But as the threats came spilling out over the next question all he could do was shake his head with a chuckle.
Have you so little faith in me?
He gave the demon a little wink before writing his answer with a smug little grin. Yeah he was feeling pretty cocky about this one.
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Oberon was still reeling from his awful shot.
{{ Me lock in? You lock in. "Learning"?? That's Io's thing. Ugh. Fine. I'll.... I'll do better....}}
But it was case in point as the next question was asked and he hadn't the foggiest clue what it meant. A desperate look to Io across the way for any sort of clue before shooting a sorry look to Kalaren who he was pretty sure would be as lost as he was.
The Titanic?
Oh hells...he was already reaching for the next shot.
Pax pulled a face at the ask. He has been near earth not even a decade and well he never cared to learn the history. A long sigh before he wrote...something down.
Late Halloween
He was too sober for any of this. Maybe him and Luxian should ger worse at the game.
Kalaren on the other hand looked like his brain stopped. Was that the smell of smoke? Well he did a shot and...oh, that was rather nice. He needed that. Still good luck Oberon because Kalaren had no idea about the history of anything.
The answers were gathered, checked, and the next thing that happened was confetti appearing behind Xinalith and Io. They earned themselves another point, good for them!
Though, poor Xinalith, who was a bit of a history nerd. Seeing all of the answers made them pull a face, and that only grew worse when the other answers were revealed:
Xinalith: The Gunpowder Plot of 1605.
Luxian: An Autumnal Day?
Kalaren: The 5th of November...day...thing...?
Slamming their board down, they pointed at everyone.
"Pax, I love you, this is clearly not concerning you. But the rest of you are stupid as all hells! Have you never picked up a book before? And you!"
Xinalith pointed towards Oberon then.
"The Titanic was 1912! April 15th, to be exact! They made a whole film about it! You are 300 years too early!"
The demon scoffed then, folding their arms as Mammon cleared his throat.
You done?
"...It was Guy Fawkes who conducted the Gunpowder plot with a total of 36 barrels-"
Annnd nobody cares! Next question!
What is their biggest fear?
Xinalith blinked, as did Luxian, before the pair started to jot down their answers. Neither of them had... any idea.
Oh a shocking phrase from Kalaren as he downed another-
It was safe to say Kalaren was having a rough time and whatever he was shooting was strong, a light slur in his words.
Even Pax looked over to him wide eyed at the onslaught of donari being spoken. Slowly he took his own shot, oh fruity like him. Well at least he was having a good time.
With a long groan and some very messy writing he turned the board over.
Xinalith could only click their tongue, before their eyes wandered over to the shit coming out of Kalaren's mouth. Blinking a couple of times, the demon couldn't help but snicker.
"Kal, are you okay?"
Luxian called out to him, his head a little tilted. Still, he took his shot, and ah. Lovely! It tasted a bit like honey whiskey, which was his favourite! Though, maybe that shot was a little stronger than expected, given he let out a little groan as it slammed into his head.
"Ah. He just admitted to drinking demon piss, and that he's going to let Kaztor touch his nips again."
No, he didn't say any of that. Not exactly. But this is Xinalith.
Hey, if ya want demon piss, I could hook you up with some. Anyway, movin' on!
The only pair that had confetti being shot out was, once again, Io and Xinalith.
Io: Losing Oberon.
Pax: Having to live without the people I love
Oberon: Losing Io.
Huh. Some dull ass answers here. 'Ooh, I don't wanna lose the people I loove, waahh waahh.' Get a hobby.
Who's the better kisser?
Luxian held up a hand then, a little nervous. Grinning, Mammon gestured towards him.
Yes, Mr Fantastic Fox!
"Um, it's Luxia-"
No, it isn't.
"Okay, I guess it isn't. Oh, right! Um, do we have to answer this? I mean, wouldn't it be a little odd for us to compare how we kiss with... someone we're not in a relationship with?"
Mammon just smiled and blinked at him.
Do I look like I care?
"Ah, uh. No-"
Then get those answers down! Woohoo! And you owe me me $20 for asking me a question! What a good day!!
Oh. There went a party popper, whilst Luxian just looked around perplexed. Why was he needing to give Mammon money?! This made no sense?? He didn't even have $20 on him!! Oh, whatever, best get his answer down, as the sin so... uh. Put it.
He never thought the words "Losing Oberon" would make him so happy, and yet here he was again clapping away.
Wonderful! See? That cave trip is already paying off!
Was it, Io?? In his defense the man had at this point consumed enough drugs and alcohol to knock a horse sideways.
But the next question he saw as a given. 6,000 ish years of experience vs a couple hundred? It was just simple math, really.
Xinalith
Oberon, meanwhile, was having trouble with his pen. Silk slipping involuntarily from his palms. Wings drooping like wet paper. Ever single shot had been horrendous.
All night long Kalaren had been giving him the benefit of the doubt. So in the interest of not having to drink another horrible shot:
He gave Xinalith some finger guns. Oberon got the ick. I got the ick. Everyone got the ick. And because it had been several rounds since he'd taken a shot, he threw one back just for the hell of it. Birthday boy privilege or whatever.
He could already taste their next point as he wrote down his answer.
Oberon, meanwhile, was speechless. Really, Kal? Really? He tried to make words but they just came out as...
{{ eeughhjnNnsnsn }}
It should come as a surprise to absolutely no one the next shot was beyond foul.
He wrote down his answer with whatever braincells weren't currently drowning shitty tasting booze.
Wait a minute why did we even start playing thish-
Sorry Kalaren no talking just more shots and a single tear in his eyes as he did that. Did him and Oberon get any right? Were they even friends? This was the worst.
Pax on the other hand was just vibing.
H2O
"It's alright love, I'll make out with you later and we can debate who is the better kisser between us."
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
Io clapped as they got their first point. See? Knew they could do it! But as the threats came spilling out over the next question all he could do was shake his head with a chuckle.
Have you so little faith in me?
He gave the demon a little wink before writing his answer with a smug little grin. Yeah he was feeling pretty cocky about this one.
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Oberon was still reeling from his awful shot.
{{ Me lock in? You lock in. "Learning"?? That's Io's thing. Ugh. Fine. I'll.... I'll do better....}}
But it was case in point as the next question was asked and he hadn't the foggiest clue what it meant. A desperate look to Io across the way for any sort of clue before shooting a sorry look to Kalaren who he was pretty sure would be as lost as he was.
The Titanic?
Oh hells...he was already reaching for the next shot.
Pax pulled a face at the ask. He has been near earth not even a decade and well he never cared to learn the history. A long sigh before he wrote...something down.
Late Halloween
He was too sober for any of this. Maybe him and Luxian should ger worse at the game.
Kalaren on the other hand looked like his brain stopped. Was that the smell of smoke? Well he did a shot and...oh, that was rather nice. He needed that. Still good luck Oberon because Kalaren had no idea about the history of anything.
The answers were gathered, checked, and the next thing that happened was confetti appearing behind Xinalith and Io. They earned themselves another point, good for them!
Though, poor Xinalith, who was a bit of a history nerd. Seeing all of the answers made them pull a face, and that only grew worse when the other answers were revealed:
Xinalith: The Gunpowder Plot of 1605.
Luxian: An Autumnal Day?
Kalaren: The 5th of November...day...thing...?
Slamming their board down, they pointed at everyone.
"Pax, I love you, this is clearly not concerning you. But the rest of you are stupid as all hells! Have you never picked up a book before? And you!"
Xinalith pointed towards Oberon then.
"The Titanic was 1912! April 15th, to be exact! They made a whole film about it! You are 300 years too early!"
The demon scoffed then, folding their arms as Mammon cleared his throat.
You done?
"...It was Guy Fawkes who conducted the Gunpowder plot with a total of 36 barrels-"
Annnd nobody cares! Next question!
What is their biggest fear?
Xinalith blinked, as did Luxian, before the pair started to jot down their answers. Neither of them had... any idea.
Oh a shocking phrase from Kalaren as he downed another-
It was safe to say Kalaren was having a rough time and whatever he was shooting was strong, a light slur in his words.
Even Pax looked over to him wide eyed at the onslaught of donari being spoken. Slowly he took his own shot, oh fruity like him. Well at least he was having a good time.
With a long groan and some very messy writing he turned the board over.
Xinalith could only click their tongue, before their eyes wandered over to the shit coming out of Kalaren's mouth. Blinking a couple of times, the demon couldn't help but snicker.
"Kal, are you okay?"
Luxian called out to him, his head a little tilted. Still, he took his shot, and ah. Lovely! It tasted a bit like honey whiskey, which was his favourite! Though, maybe that shot was a little stronger than expected, given he let out a little groan as it slammed into his head.
"Ah. He just admitted to drinking demon piss, and that he's going to let Kaztor touch his nips again."
No, he didn't say any of that. Not exactly. But this is Xinalith.
Hey, if ya want demon piss, I could hook you up with some. Anyway, movin' on!
The only pair that had confetti being shot out was, once again, Io and Xinalith.
Io: Losing Oberon.
Pax: Having to live without the people I love
Oberon: Losing Io.
Huh. Some dull ass answers here. 'Ooh, I don't wanna lose the people I loove, waahh waahh.' Get a hobby.
Who's the better kisser?
Luxian held up a hand then, a little nervous. Grinning, Mammon gestured towards him.
Yes, Mr Fantastic Fox!
"Um, it's Luxia-"
No, it isn't.
"Okay, I guess it isn't. Oh, right! Um, do we have to answer this? I mean, wouldn't it be a little odd for us to compare how we kiss with... someone we're not in a relationship with?"
Mammon just smiled and blinked at him.
Do I look like I care?
"Ah, uh. No-"
Then get those answers down! Woohoo! And you owe me me $20 for asking me a question! What a good day!!
Oh. There went a party popper, whilst Luxian just looked around perplexed. Why was he needing to give Mammon money?! This made no sense?? He didn't even have $20 on him!! Oh, whatever, best get his answer down, as the sin so... uh. Put it.
He never thought the words "Losing Oberon" would make him so happy, and yet here he was again clapping away.
Wonderful! See? That cave trip is already paying off!
Was it, Io?? In his defense the man had at this point consumed enough drugs and alcohol to knock a horse sideways.
But the next question he saw as a given. 6,000 ish years of experience vs a couple hundred? It was just simple math, really.
Xinalith
Oberon, meanwhile, was having trouble with his pen. Silk slipping involuntarily from his palms. Wings drooping like wet paper. Ever single shot had been horrendous.
All night long Kalaren had been giving him the benefit of the doubt. So in the interest of not having to drink another horrible shot:
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
Io clapped as they got their first point. See? Knew they could do it! But as the threats came spilling out over the next question all he could do was shake his head with a chuckle.
Have you so little faith in me?
He gave the demon a little wink before writing his answer with a smug little grin. Yeah he was feeling pretty cocky about this one.
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Oberon was still reeling from his awful shot.
{{ Me lock in? You lock in. "Learning"?? That's Io's thing. Ugh. Fine. I'll.... I'll do better....}}
But it was case in point as the next question was asked and he hadn't the foggiest clue what it meant. A desperate look to Io across the way for any sort of clue before shooting a sorry look to Kalaren who he was pretty sure would be as lost as he was.
The Titanic?
Oh hells...he was already reaching for the next shot.
Pax pulled a face at the ask. He has been near earth not even a decade and well he never cared to learn the history. A long sigh before he wrote...something down.
Late Halloween
He was too sober for any of this. Maybe him and Luxian should ger worse at the game.
Kalaren on the other hand looked like his brain stopped. Was that the smell of smoke? Well he did a shot and...oh, that was rather nice. He needed that. Still good luck Oberon because Kalaren had no idea about the history of anything.
The answers were gathered, checked, and the next thing that happened was confetti appearing behind Xinalith and Io. They earned themselves another point, good for them!
Though, poor Xinalith, who was a bit of a history nerd. Seeing all of the answers made them pull a face, and that only grew worse when the other answers were revealed:
Xinalith: The Gunpowder Plot of 1605.
Luxian: An Autumnal Day?
Kalaren: The 5th of November...day...thing...?
Slamming their board down, they pointed at everyone.
"Pax, I love you, this is clearly not concerning you. But the rest of you are stupid as all hells! Have you never picked up a book before? And you!"
Xinalith pointed towards Oberon then.
"The Titanic was 1912! April 15th, to be exact! They made a whole film about it! You are 300 years too early!"
The demon scoffed then, folding their arms as Mammon cleared his throat.
You done?
"...It was Guy Fawkes who conducted the Gunpowder plot with a total of 36 barrels-"
Annnd nobody cares! Next question!
What is their biggest fear?
Xinalith blinked, as did Luxian, before the pair started to jot down their answers. Neither of them had... any idea.
Oh a shocking phrase from Kalaren as he downed another-
It was safe to say Kalaren was having a rough time and whatever he was shooting was strong, a light slur in his words.
Even Pax looked over to him wide eyed at the onslaught of donari being spoken. Slowly he took his own shot, oh fruity like him. Well at least he was having a good time.
With a long groan and some very messy writing he turned the board over.
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
The flirting was appreciated. Scarlets wandered over to Pax as a little smile appeared on their face, the donari being met with their own little wave and blown kisses. Oh, they even made a heart of embers appear, floating towards him.
All the answers were gathered and looked over. Suddenly, confetti shot out from behind Xinalith and Io, as well as Pax and Luxian again.
Well, would ya look at that? Someone else other than Music-Man and Twinkle-toes has got a point!
And so, the answers were as followed:
Io: Learning new languages
Pax: Making music
Oberon: Napping
Next question!
What historical event is the phrase, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November" associated with on Earth?
"Io, if you do not get this answer to match with mine, I'm dragging you back to the Infernal Castle and force feeding you so much candy floss, you will dissolve when you touch a puddle."
AKA, Xinalith's way of saying: don't be fucking stupid.
As for Luxian? Oh, given how he was blinking like a frog, he had no idea. He looked up at Pax with a sorrowful look, writing down his answer.
"...I feel like I should be sorry now for this. I... do not know a lot about Earth's history."
Io clapped as they got their first point. See? Knew they could do it! But as the threats came spilling out over the next question all he could do was shake his head with a chuckle.
Have you so little faith in me?
He gave the demon a little wink before writing his answer with a smug little grin. Yeah he was feeling pretty cocky about this one.
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Oberon was still reeling from his awful shot.
{{ Me lock in? You lock in. "Learning"?? That's Io's thing. Ugh. Fine. I'll.... I'll do better....}}
But it was case in point as the next question was asked and he hadn't the foggiest clue what it meant. A desperate look to Io across the way for any sort of clue before shooting a sorry look to Kalaren who he was pretty sure would be as lost as he was.
The Titanic?
Oh hells...he was already reaching for the next shot.
Pax pulled a face at the ask. He has been near earth not even a decade and well he never cared to learn the history. A long sigh before he wrote...something down.
Late Halloween
He was too sober for any of this. Maybe him and Luxian should ger worse at the game.
Kalaren on the other hand looked like his brain stopped. Was that the smell of smoke? Well he did a shot and...oh, that was rather nice. He needed that. Still good luck Oberon because Kalaren had no idea about the history of anything.
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
"To be fair... wouldn't it be difficult to arrest you? Different laws in realms and such? Plus you could just teleport out."
All the answers were gathered and looked over, the sin humming in thought. Then, once again, more confetti shot out over Luxian and Pax's head, the number now going up by another point.
"Oh, yay! We got another— ow?"
Before Luxian could finish his words, a rubber chicken was tossed at his head, the toy squawking when it hit him. Pouting, the vulpian rubbed his temple before looking in the general direction of where it came from, just to see a pair of scarlets glaring at him. Oh, then came the motion of Xinalith pointing to their eyes before turning their fingers towards him; a heads up that they were 'watching him'. Ah, Xinalith. Never change.
And for all you lovely people, here were the answers.
Xinalith: To pluck the fuck out of Mammon's eyes.
Luxian: To get to the other side.
Kalaren: Because its friends were on the other side.
Well, Xinalith took their shot. And oh, they were gagging. It was sour, very sour, and we all know how they hate sour things. That poor demon felt like they were going to die on the spot.
Alright, next question!
What is their favourite hobby?
Sorry Io, but you both were done for. Xinalith had no idea. So, writing down their answer, they showed their board.
Learning languages.
As for Luxian, he had to think on it for a little bit, squinting his eyes at Pax in deep thought before jotting his down. Oh, he even drew a doodle of the donari doing the activity, how nice!
Hey, he got the "fuck" part right! Look at them getting to know each other~
He chuckled and took his shot. Another mild and pleasantly fruity one. Probably for the best considering all the drugs he'd been sneaking from the box.
The next question, though, was a shoe-in. He had faith in the demon. Io gave Xinalith a little nod that said "we've got this!".
Oberon clicked his tongue with a "tch".
{{ Hey! That totally counts! The imps and chickens were friends before Kalaren- ahh... whatever. }}
The little moth growled as he threw back his shot only to be knocked flat on his ass.
"Huh I really thought I was going to be getting drunk. Great job Luxian we're winning."
Pax could only assume how much of a terrible time Xinalith was having. Actually he could feel it. His poor demon. So of course he started to flirt with them. Little winks and waves. Oh even a blown kiss.
Kalaren on the other hand was staring at his drink as if it wronged his bloodline. Because the last one did.
Oberon, as a friend, I need you to lock in.
Sending the shot back he was hissing and eyes watering. It was so, so, so sour. Like he licked every lemon in existence in a concentration.
This game was becoming a lot less fun. At least Luxian wasn't suffering though!
Reading/learning
Look Kalaren's brain was not in a good place right now.
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
Luxian couldn't help but coo as he waved back to Kalaren, even blowing him a kiss. How sweet.
Just like last time, the real answers were in Mammon's possession as he looked over them all. Suddenly, confetti shot out above Pax and Luxian's head, followed by a floating number created with embers.
One point for Mr. No-Pants and Fox boy! The rest of you, drink!
And so, the answers were revealed:
Io: Genocide
Pax: Public Indecency
Oberon: Theft
All Xinalith could really do was blink at the answer, just to look away. They wanted to snicker. They wanted to make a joke. But for once in their life, they decided to hold back. Either way, a shot was taken and... ah, another pleasant one. A little bitter, but nothing to hiss at.
"Oh, yay! I got it right!"
Luxian clapped excitedly, tail swishing around more. Should this be something to celebrate? He wasn't sure. But they got a point at least!
Alright, next question. These are boring.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Xinalith just had to stare.
"What?"
You heard me!
"How the fuck are we supposed to-"
Answer the question or you owe me fifty souls.
"Excu-"
A hundred.
"...Fucking piece of shit..."
Welp. They were jotting their answer down, as was Luxian! Good luck guys, remember they have to match!
Io tilted his head at Xinalith's answer. Stalking? Him? Hmm. Interesting. In a way he was happy Xinalith's view of him was less severe than that of his own self. Drink time!
Oh! Fruity!
Then came the question. A strange one for sure. He knew how he'd answer it, but what about Xinalith?
Hmm...
He stared at the demon for a second before writing something down.
Why the f♡ck should I know?
It seemed like something Xinalith would say. Though he didn't like using the "f" word.
Oberon should've known Kalaren would take the "nice" route. Always looking on the bright side of people. He took a shot and-
{{ Oh hells! You're doing this on purpose! }}
There were tears in his eyes. Why did people even like alcohol??
Jotting down his answer he put something he figured Kalaren might say.
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
Nymphe had no clue how she got here, or when, or why. Was there some kind of celebration happening? Why were there so many people around?
Good god, she was so lost.
And then... she was dragged into a game and asked for Moon's favourite movie.
... okay. Sure.
And so, Nymphe (still very confused) scribbled down her answer. She did completely make it up though, because one, she didn't know many movies herself; and two, she had no idea what Moon liked.
When being called a 'fuckface', of course Xinalith snarled at Mammon and fired a wine bottle at him. And, of course, the sin already expected it and dodged it. Now there was just a broken glass bottle on Io and Oberon's floor. Sorry about that one, guys.
Now, with those writing down their answers, Mammon would be sure to use his magic to bring them over to him so there wouldn't be any chance of foul play. Look, he's a demon, but he's very serious about these games. And look who the fuck is playing. Of course he was going to take extra measures.
With all the questions answered, Mammon hummed for a looong time, all melodic, before howling with laughter.
All of you, drink up! You fuckin' suck!
And so, the real answers were revealed:
Xinalith: Robots
Luxian: The Fox and the Hound
Kalaren: The Lion King
Moon: Coraline
Seeing that they had lost, Xinalith could only glare at Io. Would he have had any idea on their favourite film? No. Did they still want to win? Yes. They were competitive. Sin of pride. Either way, they took their shot, pleasantly surprised that it was fairly decent in taste. Lucky them!
Luxian couldn't blame Pax for not knowing, so he giggled also and shook his head. Ah well, it didn't matter! It was just a silly game! So, down with his shot, who was also lucky in getting one that tasted good. Something tropical!
With all the shots taken, they refilled instantly, leaving Mammon to move on with the next question.
Alright, now we're switchin' sides. So, Io, Pax, Oberon and Lotus.
What are they most likely going to go to jail for?
Xinalith stared at Io for a while before writing down their answer, making sure Io was ready before showing it off.
Stalking.
As for Luxian? He struggled a bit, tapping his lower lip with his pen before jotting his down.
Down went the shot, for Pax, it was surprisingly nice. Tart, fruity and smooth.
Kalaren just giggled and did his shot. It was great! Like a pina colada but not sweet. It was fantastic! No harm no foul they were learning more about one another!
Loitering or someone accidentally thinks he is stalking them because he is brooding in the shadows
This game is fun!
He was even waving at Luxian and drew a little fox in the corner of his white board.
"Ah a lovely time so far. No points yes but a lovely time."
It shouldn't be any surprise that the Sin of Greed, who is also known to be quite the big enjoyer for parties, had suddenly forced everyone to join them in one of the open rooms. Beings involved were already split up into a random assortment of teams, tables setting up with a few shots of... something plastered on them, as well as a selection of drugs neatly placed in boxes.
Oh, and a tipping jar. For each of them. Because of course.
Clearing his throat, Mammon grinned before theatrically bowing, fanning his hand out to make a microphone appear. Because... that was needed. Trust the sins to be all dramatic.
Hello, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else you are! I've decided I'm bored and this 'party' needs a bit more life in it. So, seein' as we have several pairings 'ere, why not have some fun?
You guys heard of that 'newly weds' shit that mortals love? It's that... but with a twist! You're paired with people that you may know rather well, or you may not know. How fun!
And so, the pairings would be as followed: Fuckass and Io: Foxy and Pax: Kalaren and Mothman: Moon and Pinkie Pie!
Great names, Mammon. Yes, he did cleanly dodge that sudden empty wine bottle that was thrown at him by Xinalith.
I'll ask a question, four of you will write down your answers, and your partner has gotta answer them! If they match, congrats! If not, you're both taking a shot that's in front of you. They might be good, they might be shit. They'll switch up!
Oh, and if I get bored, I'll spice it up. Answers still have to match. We cool? We're cool. So, the first question will be for Xinalith, Luxian, Kalaren and Moon!
What is their favourite movie?
( @infernussins )
Oh! This was exciting!
Oh this was terrible.
A Sin had come along and they were hosting a game??
What fresh hell was this?
And he was paired with Xinalith, no less. Could this get any better?
At least he was with Kalaren...guess it could be worse.
Ah! An interesting question. One that, unfortunately, I haven't the faintest clue the answer to but I'm confident in my ability to riddle the answer, if you will.
He scribbled for a moment before confidently revealing his answer. A beaming smile toward Xinalith.
Casablanca 💖
Yes. He'd drawn a heart.
Meanwhile Oberon also had no clue. Some friend, huh? They'd watched movies over the years but he'd already forgotten most of them.
{{ Uhhh... }}
He wrote something down with a shrug. Then flipped it with an apologetic look to Kalaren. It said:
Pax looked over at Luxian with a thoughtful hum. They had watched a lot of movies at family dinners but he wasn't actually that sure of his favourite movie. So, scribbling an answer it was.
Girl with a Pearl Earring
It was a good movie either way.
As for Kalaren he was trying not to giggle at the answer Oberon gave for him. He'd be singing songs from that movie later.
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