EMPEROR

♔ I AM THE HERO OF THIS STORY ♔

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EMPEROR BELOS OF THE BOILING ISLES

PHILIP WITTEBANE, WITCH HUNTER GENERAL

SELECTIVE BELOS, AVERAGE ACTIVITY. NOT SPOILER FREE AND ALL THINGS ARE PROPERLY TAGGED! READ GUIDELINES BEFORE INTERACTING.

WRITTEN BY DEV (HE/HIM)

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“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

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firstguard·:

It’s been a long time… A practical eternity since Belos was Philip, a man who was brilliant and kind. Then again… Maybe he never was kind. There are so many complicated and horrible aspects to the man before him that it is hard to separate true identity from actor. And what an actor he is, filled with pretty lies and carefully crafted words. Depending on who you are, his words are either like honey or like a sharpened blade piercing your heart. 

Tugging his bandana down because there’s no use in hiding from someone who knows him so well, he reveals his scarred visage. He doesn’t need to explain where the ragged claw marks that adorn his face came from – Belos knows exactly what or rather who made them. “It’s simple, really,” Cyrus replies, pulling a book out from within the confines of his satchel. It’s a leather bound book, a seemingly old and harmless thing until he opens it, pages fluttering as he skims forward to a particular page. “It is the story of your demise.” Out from the book a page is ripped, revealing a paper covered in glyphs. Time has tormented him and strengthened him, giving him a chance to study magic that is accessible to him despite his own health issues.

Tsk tsk. Belos clicked, the tall figure not making any signs of emotion. There was curiosity behind the mask, eyes glancing down at the book. So the other had been busy? Still foolish though, as if anyone on this wretched isle could bring down his demise. He had put countless seconds, minutes, hours, years into his work...and not even this one would see the satisfaction of tearing him down from his seat. Belos was above him, Belos was above everyone here and he’d prove it with ease.

“I must admit, it’s impressive that you’ve found your way around magic. A shame that your efforts will all but be...”

Limbs snapped and malformed, the body of what was once a man twisted into an amalgamation of muscle and flesh. He sunk into the ground, disappearing from sight as his voice echoed out into the shameful lookalike’s head.

“...fruitless.”

Oh where oh where could the emperor be? A mystery!

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silenthcwl​:

It announced itself by throwing a scout guard against it, slamming it open and sending the poor fella flying through the throne room, making them pass out as soon as they landed to the ground.

Standing there, in the hallways just outside of the throne room, there was someone that looked like a woman with visible feral traits; fluffy wolf ears were pressed against her skull in a visible show of anger, while thick black fur covered her cheeks and arms. Big teal eyes met the Emperor’s mask, the angered look quickly leaving them.

So she raised her hands, both to show that she was harmless - not really, those claws could tear a man’s throat easily - and to suggest the other to stay calm.

“I take it that you’re the boss around here, right? Before you call more guards, let me explain!” she said, a subtle growl escaping her throat when she resumed speaking. “I arrived here by accident and didn’t mean to trespass! I didn’t expect my portal to make me end up inside your castle! Let me leave, get the materials I’m looking for, and then you won’t see me again for a good while, okay?”

She smiled like she just offered the most reasonable of deals, nevermind the fact that by doing so she bared her fangs at him.

Oh? Despite the coven scout being tossed around like a rag doll, it appears the man upon the throne did not flinch. Through the mask Belos gazed upon the sudden intrusion with a lack of interest. It wasn’t her or her strength that even remotely interested him no. The mention of another portal caught his attention. A being, inhuman at that, from another plane of existence? Why his little ally never mentioned a thing about other worlds existing. Suppose that made sense, given the proof of this demonic realm.

“Your feat of strength was quite impressive. It’s not exactly easy to pass through here, let alone get into the throne room.” Liar Liar. “Calm yourself, you needn’t rush to explanations. Though I am curious in what you meant by your portal.”

A relaxed, but not exactly welcoming body language accompanied with words that smoothly rolled off the tongue. It wasn’t anything threatening, but it was obvious who it was that ran things here.

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&&. EMPEROR ; MAIN : starter for @goldenguarded​

Mechanical hums whirled and faded out in the room. Sparks from repairs of the portal door gently flew in every which direction, illuminating specific parts of the room as well as the Emperor’s face. He turned his head slightly, gaze lingering in the corner of his eye.

“Hiding again? If you do have something to report or say you needn’t stay behind a pillar, Hunter.”

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&&. EMPEROR ; DIVERGENT : starter for @firstguard​

“I’d heard reports of a little worm crawling amongst the boiling isles. To see it’s you though, well, can’t say I’m the least bit surprised.”

With artificial staff in hand, Belos looked before him at the mere mirage of a person he may have known long ago. His knuckles grew white under his gloves as the grip on his staff tightened, but quickly loosened in order to contain the irritation and disgust bubbling within his stomach. No time for that one, Philip. He thought. Be lucky no one can see you make such weak responses to these situations.

“So what shall you do in a situation such as this. I’m curious in finding that one out for myself.”

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&&. EMPEROR ; DIVERGENT starter for @silenthcwl​

Boredom. Its dark and cold hands did have a tendency of crawling up and around Belos's neck like a curse. One would think after being so busy, so packed with plans of the days to come that the Emperor would never be trifled with a simple emotion such as boredom. Yet here he was, knuckles pressed against the masked cheek with his elbow resting, supporting him as he leaned to the side in his throne.

Perhaps. He wished faintly in the back of his own mind. It would be interesting for once if something troublesome did occur.

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&&. EMPEROR ; MAIN starter for @grimhunts

As the heartbeat in the chamber echoed through the halls, Belos had no intention of acknowledging the golden guard for the silent moment the two of them were in. Fire from the large torches that illuminated the throne crackled, filling that silence with more ambiance to further the Emperor's point of 'you will speak when spoken to'.

A moment...another, and another.

"Well." He spoke up, not turning around. "I do hope it's something of importance that you have to report to me today, Hunter."

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INTERACTION: LIKE FOR A STARTER. VERSE : MAIN / DIVERGENT PRIOR TO SEASON 3/SEASON 2 FINALE.

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♔ ➠ YOU’RE NOT HUMAN ANYMORE

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Example Writing

An index finger trailing against a polished throne. Quiet settling into the large room with only the steady heartbeat emanating throughout. Here is where the Emperor stands tall before his gilded seat, here is where the people will listen. Composed, intimidating, and to be feared, Belos has seen this room an infuriating amount of times.

A dull and uninterested expression not made to be seen by anyone who passed by him, hidden by the very mask that kept his identity a secret. As he pondered amongst his thoughts he found it both perplexing and amusing that the citizens of the boiling isle would blindly follow his lead without ever knowing a thing about him.

Show them incredible feats, powers, and tales of talk about the titan and it seems these fools will take anything at face value. The Emperor chuckled to himself before taking his seat. Soon. He thought.

Patience, this will all be over soon enough, and you no longer have to take the seat in front of an audience of worthless beings.

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♔ ➠ YOU’RE NOT HUMAN ANYMORE

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