Rusty Cage || Ramiel & Moloch || Para
“And this is how it’s done! None of this... raping a harbringer, relying on a harbringer, beating a harbringer, worrying so fucking hard about the seals for brownie points... Oh, yeah, and tying yourself to a harbringer. This is why I like my realm, personally. It’s such a disconnect. I can kill you over and over and over and your soul stays here. And our little friend on Earth stays -completely- unaware. Disconnect. Oh, boy... if only I could break that weird thing you have that would keep you alive... Nah. It still works for Belial one. It was really clever. But not as impressive as what I just did. Were you paying attention? Here, I’ll play it back for you.” From everyone condemning Trainer to the teaching of Abaddon and Azazel taking over his domain, nothing was held back. Even his proposal.
The former king of Wrath tried as he could to block it out. He struggled, writhed in the pain, and stopped after about the fourth time it was shown to him. Now, he just groaned and lobbed in the chair weakly as he didn’t have any strength left.
“And now it’s come to pass that all are removed from Trainer. No likely heroes there. Do you think he’s still the Antichrist? Kinda a nail biter, don’t you think?”
Moloch just stared at him in his anger, unable to do anything else.
“You know what else I find ridiculous? How you thought Abaddon was your queen. I mean, you follow all the books to a ‘T’ and you didn’t realize she’s -his-?”
His shoulders, his chest, rose and fell with the scowl he gave- this being the source of any energy Moloch could muster.
Ramiel shrugged, “Or maybe you’re just that stupid, denying the truth and all. Go back and read it. Notice the similarities and how you don’t fit into any of that-- and neither does any other demon but Azazel. Oh, right, you can’t. You and that lust demon unlocked her powers, but it’s Azazel that’ll unlock her true potential. That’s all she needs. And he’s working on it as we speak. Oh, don’t give me that look. It’s truly over for you now, and mean looks are just so... frivolous. Maybe that would scare me more if you weren’t in this cage.”
No matter how hard Moloch tried, he did know this was a waste of time. Everything he kept trying. His own power just being repressed and sapped from him all at once. Adramelech’s domain was truly terrifying in it’s own way for any demon, there was a power here that was so heightened just stepping near the gates sent warnings surging through the beings who had to trespass. It was the beings here that held precedence in Lucifer’s inner circle, just status alone would have made most tremble. But to be prisoner here or otherwise- that was like being in an end all be all situation. Lucifer was said to have a collection of his own who were held captive, tortured and never to be seen again. So did Bael. No one dared trespass the gate to this part of Hell unless they were summoned or had something of dire importance lest they never be seen or heard from again.
Moloch couldn’t be sure of how many Adramelech had captive. The void was such and he couldn’t see beyond the bars of the cage he was in. Suspended in blackness, inside had eerie glows of deep purple and blue, auras of power likely stemming from the energy that encased him. The only time he could see anything beyond that was when Adramelech neared, otherwise it was though existence didn’t exist. A void. Nothing. Except something that suppressed. Something that drained.
Purgatory was easier than this. Being exhausted wasn’t as bad as this seemed. At least there you could pop off a spell or use powers and just hope nothing would kill you while you lay heavy on the ground. Here... here there wasn’t even a chance to try.
“You know... you look pathetic. All mopey and then all angry and then mopey again. We should sing a song.” The archdemon peered into the bars.
He would have rather been in the pit of fire burning alive than this.
“How about... ‘Rusty Cage’? What? Too soon? Fine. ‘If you’re happy and you know it’. I’ll lead.”
Oh, the thoughts in Moloch’s brain swirled, the planning he tried to come up with. If only there was any way to leak himself out, grab hold, even just for an instant. Then there could be an escape in his future and he could regain his rightful place. But as Adramelech continued his gleeful song, Moloch realized that absolutely nothing could work. There were no instants of frailty here in the bindings, no power loss at any points, nothing. All was constant and much more powerful than himself. Even if he knew words of power to slow or thin demonic magic that did this sort of thing, the archdemon’s power was much more and his would do nothing.
The archdemon stopped and chuckled to himself, “Party pooper. Ah... soon. Soon the tangled web I weave will become unbreakable and irreversible. Lucifer is mighty proud of me. You should see what he’s saying... and what he isn’t saying about you. Fuck, I actually think he’s believing you to be a disappointment. I mean, your domain is. But you saw that. Well, I better head back topside. My show starts in an hour and it’s gotten really good.”
And just like that, the former Wrath King was left alone to his thoughts about Aaron, Abaddon and even his stolen glory, face becoming hopeless once more.
