#aimostatikos

[hellsovereign]

@aimostatikos​ replied to your post: out of curiosity, where is your mate this evening? perhaps he will see reason.

         “I’m going to pretend you did not just say that.”

[foulflames]

“ DAHLIA HE HAS AN ENTIRE ROOM FULL OF WEIRD STUFF, COULD BE SEX DUNGEON OR TORTURE, DOESN’T MATTER WANNA TRY IT ?? ”

[styxkissd]

ares: jesus fuck can you maybe chill i was just trying to talk

hades: no fuck you

[chthonickeys]

...that was unnecessary.

[hellsovereign]

@aimostatikos said: “A war is coming, you’ll have to choose your side.”  //   Detroit:  Become Human starters

Ah, and there it is.

“I knew there must be ulterior motive.  No god would dare come here merely to pay his respects or exchange pleasantries.”  Nor have many, though he certainly would not expect it anyway, given the nature of his domain.  The notion of Hell instills a primitive fear of pain, torture, and anguish, not a cozy place to strike up small talk with a resident monarch.  It is better that way.  It has helped ensure the security of their hold on this place; too many visitors could spark trouble, yet here it seems he needs only one for that matter, though now the persistence makes sense.  Lucien understands what brings the god of war, as well as why he remains.  Perhaps it might explain why leading with veiled threats seemed wise, all for the sake of potentially swaying the Eighth’s king, or planting a seed within his mind that might grow and blossom into caving to whichever side Ares chose to support, or lead as the case may be.  

Whatever the reason, whatever the intent, it has not worked.  There is no stake for him in any war resulting outside the realm, and those who may venture into his territories would be punished as the intruders they are, all for the sake of maintaining neutrality and protecting what grain of stability they have now.  If and when the time comes, there will be no question; he will step in where necessary, but for the time being, he will have no part of it.

Still he holds that crimson gaze, never once averting.  In this, he would not relent, and through that unyielding stare he hopes to prove that.  Eyes wide, the rings at the outermost edges flaring pale red, gold lighting to near white.  

“Listen, and listen well:  A war among your kind is of no interest to me.  It seems the lot of you are constantly fighting over trivial nonsense, and I’ll not let myself, my family, or my domain be tied up in that.”

[hellsovereign]

@aimostatikos​ said: “I had thought you wretched beasts traveled in pairs.  Strange that I might catch you here alone.”

Jolting sensations creeping along his spine prove an unmistakable warning.  The aura in the air is one of iron and steel, of death and chaos with the metallic taste of blood seeping onto his tongue, yet the blessed reverence exuded with it leaves him sour.  Lucien feels its embrace like spindly fingers coiling around every fiber of his being.  He knows where it comes from, what is on the other side, long before the velvety voice addresses him with both insult and thinly-veiled threat.  The presence is that of a god, and the ambience preceding him was that of the destruction he favors.  That is respectable.  The arrogance with which he dare approach, however, is anything but.

No King cowers or yields.  There is no room for such things, lest he give the impression of weakness or subordination to this being, this embodiment of war and violence.  Though dwarfed by the Olympian’s stature, he stands stall, golden eyes fixed on crimson from the moment Ares made his appearance.  The hand around his staff clenches tightly as he faces the god of war straight on and holds his ground.

Such a shame it is that things had to begin the way they had.  Perhaps they could have reached an understanding.  Ares’ work is, once again, admirable, and there is no doubt he would have tales to share, provided he were willing.  Alas, 

     “This is not your domain, Olympian.    You’ve no power or sway here.  I suggest you mind your tone when you dare address me.”

[foulflames]

@aimostatikos​

ares vc: i will literally murder all of you, go home

“ Huh-huh, huh-huh, huh-huh, yeah yeah yeah, ”

[foulflames]

@aimostatikos​

"Why, thank you."

“ Oh but there’s no need to thank me m’ Lord ! Although if you insist, then yes I am free right now. ”