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Zeno was Not In His Room, he didnât like being in his room, he was stuck with the big white monster that tried to eat him, though it had some thingies.
Like one of the roses that Osi gave him! Itâs all covered in uh⊠something thatâs cold, he doesnât know, but it makes it look shiny and pretty, he was sneaking about the halls, though he didnât really need to sneak, he lives here. He had the back fin of his shark plushie, inside of his mouth, carrying it around like a dog would their favorite toy. Of course, this is only Zenoâs favorite stuffy, Alex gave it to him! He was waddling about, the small guy was just peaking behind walls and looking at the bird people that passed- they were weird. They were big and had feathers and they all called that one big guy âbossâ, and he saw his papa Roro talking to them once! They were big and listened to his papa, so maybe that was fine. The little blonde child immediately shot up in surprise and panic at being talked to.
The little guy made a screech as his hair stood on end, little sounds of zaps were heard, electricity making his hair stand on end. He immediately panicked, like he always does, but when he actually saw Apollo?
He clutched his stuffed animal and looked up at him in terror- he had those big things on his back and he looked like a creatur but also he looked like a person- why did his eyes look like that?? Is he gonna gets him?? Is that why heâs here- this guy isnât Achie! Itâs not his brother so this canât be his brother!
Zeno was so conflicted and there was so much fear at the odd creature, he let out a whimper-like noise, like a child about to start crying- probably because thatâs what might happen.
Apollo's eyes widened as he noticed the kid's terrified expression. He had almost forgotten what he looked like. He folded his wings back as much as possible, hoping that made him less scary. "Hey, hey kid, it- its okay! I'm so sorry, I don't- I don't usually look like this, I'm sorry!"
He knelt down to Zeno's level, holding his hand out in front of him. He read this helps dogs get used to you, how could small children be any different?
Fun fact Neroâs âpartnerâ was lowkey just a kidnapped man
Isn't there a word for that? Stockholm syndrome?
Open starter - Fallen Angel
Apollo has been missing for quite some time, about 5 months. No amount of searching has done any good. It's as if he fell off the face of the earth...
However, finally, he makes an appearance. At least..it might be Apollo? A being covered in wings and clothed in rags lays on the ground, covered in yellow gashes. They appear to be breathing, but barely. Where did they come from, and if it is Apollo, then how?
Nero was out on a walk, probably putting off his work because well, he just didn't feel like doing it. He didn't want to bore himself to death with all the documents and official crap- sometimes a man needs some air! Even if he's undead.
That's when he saw him- or at least he thought it was him? Whatever, it didn't matter. Just- the thing was in his way. He picked up a stick, because no way was he going to touch that with his hands, and poked the being.
The pile of wings and cloth shuddered at the contact, though they were still unconscious. After a few more pokes, the creature groaned, and spoke. "God, at least let me wake up before you try to kill me again, you stupid fucking snake lady.." It mumbled, before sitting up. They opened their eyes, one brown and one gold, and looked up at Nero. "Oh no, not you... what'd you do to get down here..?"
He made a disgusted face when the thing moved, stepping back a little. He watched as it sat up, grumbled, and... yeah, he didn't quite care. "Oh, ew." Was all he said before tossing the stick away. Disgusting. But then the being spoke again- and he thought it would be oh so funny to mess with them.
"You're imagining things. You're alone out here." Was it creative? No. But if the being believes it, would it be absolutely hilarious? Yeah, it would.
"Oh.. that checks out.." They sigh, which sounds like a terrible gurgling noise, before spitting out golden ichor onto the grass. "Ugh.. not that again.." They laid back down on the grass, groaning. "Fucking Tartarus.. fucking Nero.. why Nero!? Yeah I hate the guy, but if you're trying to torment me, you're wasting your time, this guy is not even worth looking at, fucking loser. Ugh. I'm going back to sleep.. woke me up for fucking Nero.. the nerve..." They closed their eyes, before opening one and looking up at Nero. "The hell you still looking at me for? You can vanish now."
Oh gods, they actually believed it? This was probably the best entertainment he was going to get in a good while. He couldn't believe this- oh, they thought they were in Tartarus! This was just beautiful, it made him want to point and laugh at just how pathetic they were. Well, at least they recognized him- apparently they didn't like him, which made this oh so much more fun. He kicked the being in the side, "No, I don't think I will. Also, who's the loser here? You, stuck in Tartarus, or him, thriving? Hmm?"
"Ow.. that hurt so much... oh you horrible monster.. oh what am I going to dooo.." They groaned, their voice full of sarcasm. They stood up, though very shakily. "Listen, Mr. Illusion Nero... nothing you say can make me hate myself more than I already to, m'kay? You're wasting your time." They reached up and clutched something hanging from their neck for a moment. It was.. a pair of rings with crescent shapes on them. "I can promise, the real Nero isn't thriving. Or at least, I hope to gods not. I mean.. it has been a year... maybe he has gotten over it.. I don't doubt it... he's a wicked man..probably never even cared about her.. not as much as I did, that's for sure..." They sighed and looked up at the supposedly imaginary Nero. "Point is, whether he's 'thriving' or not, I don't care. Just leave me alone."
Nero rolled his eyes, this was getting less and less fun now- this being wasn't responding how he expected them to, he was hoping for some fight or something, but instead got... whatever this was. It was a pathetic display, and he'd pity them if he had any of that to spare for meaningless situations like this one.
At first he wanted to laugh at just how far gone this being was, but- he noticed those rings. Gods, he'd managed to forget... that... it's been. How long? Over a year, for sure. And it's been oh so many years since he'd given her those rings. It was one of the only gifts from him, if not the only one he'd ever given her. Sometimes he regretted not being there more. Would he... would he do the same if Meg was like Claudia Augusta? Would he do it if he'd had her since she was an infant?
He got eerily quiet, just staring at the rings around Apollo's neck, because yes, at that point he recognized it must be Apollo- who else would carry those?
...why did he do all those things? He wouldn't have done it to his sweet baby back when he was emperor.
They were children, Nero. Just like she was.
"So... you gonna leave me the hell alone, or just stand there staring at me like a goddamned moron?" He spat, glaring. But... he paused for a second. Why did the air feel... lighter? Down in Tartarus, it felt like he was constantly being weighed down by the unrelenting darkness, but now.. something was very different. And he did not like it.
He grabbed Nero by the shoulders, and was sort of leaning on him for some amount of support. His expression was a mixture of confusion, anger, and hope. "What the fuck.. is going on? Where am I?"
He didn't respond, too lost in his own thoughts, too focused on how badly he messed up, too concentrated on holding back tears- why did he want to cry? This didn't seem important a couple years ago. It didn't seem all that important a couple months ago, he just made himself forget Meg McCaffrey ever existed and went on with his life as normal. Why did this have to resurface now? Maybe because someone brought his daughter back, maybe because he knew the same won't happen for Meg. Maybe because he was scared Claudia Augusta would be ripped from him again.
He only snapped out of it when Apollo grabbed him, he tried to step back- good gods this was. Not how he usually behaved, at all. He grabbed Apollo's arms and pried them off of himself, "Don't touch me."
Apollo put the pieces together, finally realized he wasn't in Tartarus anymore. He was thrilled, of course, but pissed off more than anything. He couldn't stand anymore, his legs felt like jelly, so he sat on a nearby rock. "Godsdamnit... Tried to make me think I was still in that wretched place? Tried to mess with my head!? My head's fucked up enough as it is, damnit! Motherfucker... You really are the king of manipulation.." He shook his head, holding his head in his hands. His head hurt from how suddenly bright it felt. It felt bright. In the middle of the night. "Ugh.. I may just kill myself if I end up there again.."
He looked up at Nero, who looked... very out of it. "Hey, uh... you okay...?"
Gods, get your shit together, Nero. Why was he acting like this? He needed to get back to his usual self, and fast, before people start doubting him. He couldn't have that, now could he? He put on a smile, trying to sound mocking as he responded, "I don't need your acknowledgement to know that, pops." He leaned against a tree, trying to keep his composure. Why did Apollo have to mention her? "I'm surprised you haven't done that ages ago."
"I'm fine." He snapped, but his eyes kept darting to the rings on the multicolor eyed being's neck. Why did he feel like he missed her?
"Yeah. Me too." He chuckled. "And you are not fine, but whatever. I don't have the energy to give a shit. I'm going home, now that I'm out of that fuckin pit. See ya!" He stood up off the rock, started wobbling, and.. promptly sat back down. "Nope, never mind. If I try to start walking I'd fall on my face. Awesome." He growled, glaring at the ground. He closed his eyes and tried to move the three pairs of massive wings on his back, but to no success. He could wiggle them a little, but not nearly enough to get himself off the ground. "Damnit!"
Nero's face twisted uncomfortably when he heard the blonde tell him he's wrong- he was fine, he had to be. He... had to be. He couldn't let himself miss that girl. Not now, not ever- it was better when he made himself forget she ever existed, it was better when he convinced himself he never knew any Meg. Why did she have to exist? He pushed every ounce of softness, or resurfaced mourning, or sadness, or anything of the sort, deep within his very being. He wasn't soft, he wasn't weak. Instead he took on his usual angry persona- storming up to Apollo and grabbing him by the hair. "Who are you to tell me what I am?!"
Gods damnit. Gods damn him. Gods damn everyone that's ever crossed him. "You're just a more pathetic version of yourself. You know nothing. So much for a god of prophecy."
Apollo laughed, though it sounded more like a gurgle. He spat out gold blood onto the ground. "You're just telling me shit I already know, fuckass! I'm fully aware of how pathetic I am! Nothing you say can hurt me anymore. Yes,everything is my fault. I'm the worst of the gods. I'm a loser, a wimp, a fraud, a coward! Call me anything you like, I'll just agree with you." He cackled, grabbing Nero's hand and pulling it off his hair. "I don't even know what kind of point you're trying to make, dumbass."
In all honesty, Apollo didn't even have to pull Nero off of him, as the emperor let go and pushed the former god away from himself, probably onto some rock or tree or something- he didn't want any of that nasty blood on his suit. Cleaning it off would be an absolute nightmare (even if he wouldn't be the one to actually clean it). "Disgusting." He commented, looking at Apollo as if he were trash on the side of the road.
And then he looked at those rings again- and he suddenly realized he wanted them back. He didn't know why- he was sure it would only bring him pain. He didn't want to remember Meg McCaffrey existed, but at the same time he wanted to remember every moment he's had with her and think about all the places he went wrong- all the things that led to what happened to her...
Apollo followed Nero's gaze to the rings hanging around his neck. "Don't you fucking dare... you don't deserve them, you filth. You... you got her killed, you know that, right? If.. if you hadn't killed her father, if you hadn't 'adopted' her, if you hadn't gotten her in the middle of this mess.. I never would have met her, of course.. but she'd be alive. It may have been my father that killed her, but you gave him the reason to. You're a fucking menace. No matter what you do, no matter who you look at, who you try to care for, you will fail them." Apollo stood up, shaking. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel weak. He didn't feel afraid. He felt pure, unbridled anger. The vision of the ashes was fresh in his mind, as he had been tormented with the sight for the past few months. "You have no right to anything but guilt for your actions, Nero. No right to stand here while she's gone. You nequam nasci.. you should just do everyone a favor and go back to Tartarus where you belong."
"I gave her everything she needed!" The emperor snapped, clearly upset that his... 'parenting' was questioned. "Don't just stand there and pretend you've done more for her than I did. Had I not done that, she'd be dead. Not every child of Demeter can travel through plants, do you have any idea of the smell she was giving off? Commodus's soldiers alone could smell her from a mile away. Don't stand there pretending you ever did anything for her."
He sighed, grabbing the rings and pulling the former god closer to himself by the makeshift necklace. "Where were you when your father brought his wrath upon her? Which one of your lovers was more important than the life of the girl you claim to care about so deeply? Which bastard demigod is the result of your negligence?" He conveniently ignored the part where he was told he'd fail everyone he tries to take care of... because that couldn't be true. Yes, he knew his parenting wasn't perfect, much as he will deny it if anyone so much as suggests it, but there had to be a reason those two new children clung to him like he was the best person they've ever met....
He pulled on the necklace harshly, as if he wanted to tear it off Apollo's neck.
Apollo dug his claws into Nero's hand, trying to get him to let go. "I was doing my fucking job! Because I fucking had to! I was kinda busy, yknow, pulling the fucking sun across the sky, dumbass! It was because of me spending time with her, neglecting my duties as an Olympian God, that my father felt the need to.. remove her as a distraction. But.. every damn day I wish I was there. Every day I wish I could have pulled her out of the flames." He growled, his wings on his back buzzing with annoyance. He stared at Nero for a moment, seething. And he realized.. maybe they were equally at fault. He could tell Nero cared for her, despite him trying to hide it.
Apollo sighed and let go of Nero's hand. He reached back and unclipped the chain, then slid one of the rings off, and held it out. "Know what. I'm.. really tired of fighting with you. There's no point. No amount of petty squabbles will bring her back. We're just.. wasting time. She wouldn't want this.. she'd probably call us stupid and childish."
Open starter - Fallen Angel
Apollo has been missing for quite some time, about 5 months. No amount of searching has done any good. It's as if he fell off the face of the earth...
However, finally, he makes an appearance. At least..it might be Apollo? A being covered in wings and clothed in rags lays on the ground, covered in yellow gashes. They appear to be breathing, but barely. Where did they come from, and if it is Apollo, then how?
Nero was out on a walk, probably putting off his work because well, he just didn't feel like doing it. He didn't want to bore himself to death with all the documents and official crap- sometimes a man needs some air! Even if he's undead.
That's when he saw him- or at least he thought it was him? Whatever, it didn't matter. Just- the thing was in his way. He picked up a stick, because no way was he going to touch that with his hands, and poked the being.
The pile of wings and cloth shuddered at the contact, though they were still unconscious. After a few more pokes, the creature groaned, and spoke. "God, at least let me wake up before you try to kill me again, you stupid fucking snake lady.." It mumbled, before sitting up. They opened their eyes, one brown and one gold, and looked up at Nero. "Oh no, not you... what'd you do to get down here..?"
He made a disgusted face when the thing moved, stepping back a little. He watched as it sat up, grumbled, and... yeah, he didn't quite care. "Oh, ew." Was all he said before tossing the stick away. Disgusting. But then the being spoke again- and he thought it would be oh so funny to mess with them.
"You're imagining things. You're alone out here." Was it creative? No. But if the being believes it, would it be absolutely hilarious? Yeah, it would.
"Oh.. that checks out.." They sigh, which sounds like a terrible gurgling noise, before spitting out golden ichor onto the grass. "Ugh.. not that again.." They laid back down on the grass, groaning. "Fucking Tartarus.. fucking Nero.. why Nero!? Yeah I hate the guy, but if you're trying to torment me, you're wasting your time, this guy is not even worth looking at, fucking loser. Ugh. I'm going back to sleep.. woke me up for fucking Nero.. the nerve..." They closed their eyes, before opening one and looking up at Nero. "The hell you still looking at me for? You can vanish now."
Oh gods, they actually believed it? This was probably the best entertainment he was going to get in a good while. He couldn't believe this- oh, they thought they were in Tartarus! This was just beautiful, it made him want to point and laugh at just how pathetic they were. Well, at least they recognized him- apparently they didn't like him, which made this oh so much more fun. He kicked the being in the side, "No, I don't think I will. Also, who's the loser here? You, stuck in Tartarus, or him, thriving? Hmm?"
"Ow.. that hurt so much... oh you horrible monster.. oh what am I going to dooo.." They groaned, their voice full of sarcasm. They stood up, though very shakily. "Listen, Mr. Illusion Nero... nothing you say can make me hate myself more than I already to, m'kay? You're wasting your time." They reached up and clutched something hanging from their neck for a moment. It was.. a pair of rings with crescent shapes on them. "I can promise, the real Nero isn't thriving. Or at least, I hope to gods not. I mean.. it has been a year... maybe he has gotten over it.. I don't doubt it... he's a wicked man..probably never even cared about her.. not as much as I did, that's for sure..." They sighed and looked up at the supposedly imaginary Nero. "Point is, whether he's 'thriving' or not, I don't care. Just leave me alone."
Nero rolled his eyes, this was getting less and less fun now- this being wasn't responding how he expected them to, he was hoping for some fight or something, but instead got... whatever this was. It was a pathetic display, and he'd pity them if he had any of that to spare for meaningless situations like this one.
At first he wanted to laugh at just how far gone this being was, but- he noticed those rings. Gods, he'd managed to forget... that... it's been. How long? Over a year, for sure. And it's been oh so many years since he'd given her those rings. It was one of the only gifts from him, if not the only one he'd ever given her. Sometimes he regretted not being there more. Would he... would he do the same if Meg was like Claudia Augusta? Would he do it if he'd had her since she was an infant?
He got eerily quiet, just staring at the rings around Apollo's neck, because yes, at that point he recognized it must be Apollo- who else would carry those?
...why did he do all those things? He wouldn't have done it to his sweet baby back when he was emperor.
They were children, Nero. Just like she was.
"So... you gonna leave me the hell alone, or just stand there staring at me like a goddamned moron?" He spat, glaring. But... he paused for a second. Why did the air feel... lighter? Down in Tartarus, it felt like he was constantly being weighed down by the unrelenting darkness, but now.. something was very different. And he did not like it.
He grabbed Nero by the shoulders, and was sort of leaning on him for some amount of support. His expression was a mixture of confusion, anger, and hope. "What the fuck.. is going on? Where am I?"
He didn't respond, too lost in his own thoughts, too focused on how badly he messed up, too concentrated on holding back tears- why did he want to cry? This didn't seem important a couple years ago. It didn't seem all that important a couple months ago, he just made himself forget Meg McCaffrey ever existed and went on with his life as normal. Why did this have to resurface now? Maybe because someone brought his daughter back, maybe because he knew the same won't happen for Meg. Maybe because he was scared Claudia Augusta would be ripped from him again.
He only snapped out of it when Apollo grabbed him, he tried to step back- good gods this was. Not how he usually behaved, at all. He grabbed Apollo's arms and pried them off of himself, "Don't touch me."
Apollo put the pieces together, finally realized he wasn't in Tartarus anymore. He was thrilled, of course, but pissed off more than anything. He couldn't stand anymore, his legs felt like jelly, so he sat on a nearby rock. "Godsdamnit... Tried to make me think I was still in that wretched place? Tried to mess with my head!? My head's fucked up enough as it is, damnit! Motherfucker... You really are the king of manipulation.." He shook his head, holding his head in his hands. His head hurt from how suddenly bright it felt. It felt bright. In the middle of the night. "Ugh.. I may just kill myself if I end up there again.."
He looked up at Nero, who looked... very out of it. "Hey, uh... you okay...?"
Gods, get your shit together, Nero. Why was he acting like this? He needed to get back to his usual self, and fast, before people start doubting him. He couldn't have that, now could he? He put on a smile, trying to sound mocking as he responded, "I don't need your acknowledgement to know that, pops." He leaned against a tree, trying to keep his composure. Why did Apollo have to mention her? "I'm surprised you haven't done that ages ago."
"I'm fine." He snapped, but his eyes kept darting to the rings on the multicolor eyed being's neck. Why did he feel like he missed her?
"Yeah. Me too." He chuckled. "And you are not fine, but whatever. I don't have the energy to give a shit. I'm going home, now that I'm out of that fuckin pit. See ya!" He stood up off the rock, started wobbling, and.. promptly sat back down. "Nope, never mind. If I try to start walking I'd fall on my face. Awesome." He growled, glaring at the ground. He closed his eyes and tried to move the three pairs of massive wings on his back, but to no success. He could wiggle them a little, but not nearly enough to get himself off the ground. "Damnit!"
Nero's face twisted uncomfortably when he heard the blonde tell him he's wrong- he was fine, he had to be. He... had to be. He couldn't let himself miss that girl. Not now, not ever- it was better when he made himself forget she ever existed, it was better when he convinced himself he never knew any Meg. Why did she have to exist? He pushed every ounce of softness, or resurfaced mourning, or sadness, or anything of the sort, deep within his very being. He wasn't soft, he wasn't weak. Instead he took on his usual angry persona- storming up to Apollo and grabbing him by the hair. "Who are you to tell me what I am?!"
Gods damnit. Gods damn him. Gods damn everyone that's ever crossed him. "You're just a more pathetic version of yourself. You know nothing. So much for a god of prophecy."
Apollo laughed, though it sounded more like a gurgle. He spat out gold blood onto the ground. "You're just telling me shit I already know, fuckass! I'm fully aware of how pathetic I am! Nothing you say can hurt me anymore. Yes,everything is my fault. I'm the worst of the gods. I'm a loser, a wimp, a fraud, a coward! Call me anything you like, I'll just agree with you." He cackled, grabbing Nero's hand and pulling it off his hair. "I don't even know what kind of point you're trying to make, dumbass."
In all honesty, Apollo didn't even have to pull Nero off of him, as the emperor let go and pushed the former god away from himself, probably onto some rock or tree or something- he didn't want any of that nasty blood on his suit. Cleaning it off would be an absolute nightmare (even if he wouldn't be the one to actually clean it). "Disgusting." He commented, looking at Apollo as if he were trash on the side of the road.
And then he looked at those rings again- and he suddenly realized he wanted them back. He didn't know why- he was sure it would only bring him pain. He didn't want to remember Meg McCaffrey existed, but at the same time he wanted to remember every moment he's had with her and think about all the places he went wrong- all the things that led to what happened to her...
Apollo followed Nero's gaze to the rings hanging around his neck. "Don't you fucking dare... you don't deserve them, you filth. You... you got her killed, you know that, right? If.. if you hadn't killed her father, if you hadn't 'adopted' her, if you hadn't gotten her in the middle of this mess.. I never would have met her, of course.. but she'd be alive. It may have been my father that killed her, but you gave him the reason to. You're a fucking menace. No matter what you do, no matter who you look at, who you try to care for, you will fail them." Apollo stood up, shaking. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel weak. He didn't feel afraid. He felt pure, unbridled anger. The vision of the ashes was fresh in his mind, as he had been tormented with the sight for the past few months. "You have no right to anything but guilt for your actions, Nero. No right to stand here while she's gone. You nequam nasci.. you should just do everyone a favor and go back to Tartarus where you belong."
Open starter - Fallen Angel
Apollo has been missing for quite some time, about 5 months. No amount of searching has done any good. It's as if he fell off the face of the earth...
However, finally, he makes an appearance. At least..it might be Apollo? A being covered in wings and clothed in rags lays on the ground, covered in yellow gashes. They appear to be breathing, but barely. Where did they come from, and if it is Apollo, then how?
Nero was out on a walk, probably putting off his work because well, he just didn't feel like doing it. He didn't want to bore himself to death with all the documents and official crap- sometimes a man needs some air! Even if he's undead.
That's when he saw him- or at least he thought it was him? Whatever, it didn't matter. Just- the thing was in his way. He picked up a stick, because no way was he going to touch that with his hands, and poked the being.
The pile of wings and cloth shuddered at the contact, though they were still unconscious. After a few more pokes, the creature groaned, and spoke. "God, at least let me wake up before you try to kill me again, you stupid fucking snake lady.." It mumbled, before sitting up. They opened their eyes, one brown and one gold, and looked up at Nero. "Oh no, not you... what'd you do to get down here..?"
He made a disgusted face when the thing moved, stepping back a little. He watched as it sat up, grumbled, and... yeah, he didn't quite care. "Oh, ew." Was all he said before tossing the stick away. Disgusting. But then the being spoke again- and he thought it would be oh so funny to mess with them.
"You're imagining things. You're alone out here." Was it creative? No. But if the being believes it, would it be absolutely hilarious? Yeah, it would.
"Oh.. that checks out.." They sigh, which sounds like a terrible gurgling noise, before spitting out golden ichor onto the grass. "Ugh.. not that again.." They laid back down on the grass, groaning. "Fucking Tartarus.. fucking Nero.. why Nero!? Yeah I hate the guy, but if you're trying to torment me, you're wasting your time, this guy is not even worth looking at, fucking loser. Ugh. I'm going back to sleep.. woke me up for fucking Nero.. the nerve..." They closed their eyes, before opening one and looking up at Nero. "The hell you still looking at me for? You can vanish now."
Oh gods, they actually believed it? This was probably the best entertainment he was going to get in a good while. He couldn't believe this- oh, they thought they were in Tartarus! This was just beautiful, it made him want to point and laugh at just how pathetic they were. Well, at least they recognized him- apparently they didn't like him, which made this oh so much more fun. He kicked the being in the side, "No, I don't think I will. Also, who's the loser here? You, stuck in Tartarus, or him, thriving? Hmm?"
"Ow.. that hurt so much... oh you horrible monster.. oh what am I going to dooo.." They groaned, their voice full of sarcasm. They stood up, though very shakily. "Listen, Mr. Illusion Nero... nothing you say can make me hate myself more than I already to, m'kay? You're wasting your time." They reached up and clutched something hanging from their neck for a moment. It was.. a pair of rings with crescent shapes on them. "I can promise, the real Nero isn't thriving. Or at least, I hope to gods not. I mean.. it has been a year... maybe he has gotten over it.. I don't doubt it... he's a wicked man..probably never even cared about her.. not as much as I did, that's for sure..." They sighed and looked up at the supposedly imaginary Nero. "Point is, whether he's 'thriving' or not, I don't care. Just leave me alone."
Nero rolled his eyes, this was getting less and less fun now- this being wasn't responding how he expected them to, he was hoping for some fight or something, but instead got... whatever this was. It was a pathetic display, and he'd pity them if he had any of that to spare for meaningless situations like this one.
At first he wanted to laugh at just how far gone this being was, but- he noticed those rings. Gods, he'd managed to forget... that... it's been. How long? Over a year, for sure. And it's been oh so many years since he'd given her those rings. It was one of the only gifts from him, if not the only one he'd ever given her. Sometimes he regretted not being there more. Would he... would he do the same if Meg was like Claudia Augusta? Would he do it if he'd had her since she was an infant?
He got eerily quiet, just staring at the rings around Apollo's neck, because yes, at that point he recognized it must be Apollo- who else would carry those?
...why did he do all those things? He wouldn't have done it to his sweet baby back when he was emperor.
They were children, Nero. Just like she was.
"So... you gonna leave me the hell alone, or just stand there staring at me like a goddamned moron?" He spat, glaring. But... he paused for a second. Why did the air feel... lighter? Down in Tartarus, it felt like he was constantly being weighed down by the unrelenting darkness, but now.. something was very different. And he did not like it.
He grabbed Nero by the shoulders, and was sort of leaning on him for some amount of support. His expression was a mixture of confusion, anger, and hope. "What the fuck.. is going on? Where am I?"
He didn't respond, too lost in his own thoughts, too focused on how badly he messed up, too concentrated on holding back tears- why did he want to cry? This didn't seem important a couple years ago. It didn't seem all that important a couple months ago, he just made himself forget Meg McCaffrey ever existed and went on with his life as normal. Why did this have to resurface now? Maybe because someone brought his daughter back, maybe because he knew the same won't happen for Meg. Maybe because he was scared Claudia Augusta would be ripped from him again.
He only snapped out of it when Apollo grabbed him, he tried to step back- good gods this was. Not how he usually behaved, at all. He grabbed Apollo's arms and pried them off of himself, "Don't touch me."
Apollo put the pieces together, finally realized he wasn't in Tartarus anymore. He was thrilled, of course, but pissed off more than anything. He couldn't stand anymore, his legs felt like jelly, so he sat on a nearby rock. "Godsdamnit... Tried to make me think I was still in that wretched place? Tried to mess with my head!? My head's fucked up enough as it is, damnit! Motherfucker... You really are the king of manipulation.." He shook his head, holding his head in his hands. His head hurt from how suddenly bright it felt. It felt bright. In the middle of the night. "Ugh.. I may just kill myself if I end up there again.."
He looked up at Nero, who looked... very out of it. "Hey, uh... you okay...?"
Gods, get your shit together, Nero. Why was he acting like this? He needed to get back to his usual self, and fast, before people start doubting him. He couldn't have that, now could he? He put on a smile, trying to sound mocking as he responded, "I don't need your acknowledgement to know that, pops." He leaned against a tree, trying to keep his composure. Why did Apollo have to mention her? "I'm surprised you haven't done that ages ago."
"I'm fine." He snapped, but his eyes kept darting to the rings on the multicolor eyed being's neck. Why did he feel like he missed her?
"Yeah. Me too." He chuckled. "And you are not fine, but whatever. I don't have the energy to give a shit. I'm going home, now that I'm out of that fuckin pit. See ya!" He stood up off the rock, started wobbling, and.. promptly sat back down. "Nope, never mind. If I try to start walking I'd fall on my face. Awesome." He growled, glaring at the ground. He closed his eyes and tried to move the three pairs of massive wings on his back, but to no success. He could wiggle them a little, but not nearly enough to get himself off the ground. "Damnit!"
Nero's face twisted uncomfortably when he heard the blonde tell him he's wrong- he was fine, he had to be. He... had to be. He couldn't let himself miss that girl. Not now, not ever- it was better when he made himself forget she ever existed, it was better when he convinced himself he never knew any Meg. Why did she have to exist? He pushed every ounce of softness, or resurfaced mourning, or sadness, or anything of the sort, deep within his very being. He wasn't soft, he wasn't weak. Instead he took on his usual angry persona- storming up to Apollo and grabbing him by the hair. "Who are you to tell me what I am?!"
Gods damnit. Gods damn him. Gods damn everyone that's ever crossed him. "You're just a more pathetic version of yourself. You know nothing. So much for a god of prophecy."
Apollo laughed, though it sounded more like a gurgle. He spat out gold blood onto the ground. "You're just telling me shit I already know, fuckass! I'm fully aware of how pathetic I am! Nothing you say can hurt me anymore. Yes,everything is my fault. I'm the worst of the gods. I'm a loser, a wimp, a fraud, a coward! Call me anything you like, I'll just agree with you." He cackled, grabbing Nero's hand and pulling it off his hair. "I don't even know what kind of point you're trying to make, dumbass."
What are you supposed to be?
I'm.. I dunno. This form is meant to be for emergencies, just to scare off threats, but..now I'm stuck in it, so...
Yes, very scary... I suppose it could be for someone else actually...
Anyway, need some help out of it?
Not particularly, just.. need rest. Lots of it. Just speaking right now takes so much energy..
What are you supposed to be?
I'm.. I dunno. This form is meant to be for emergencies, just to scare off threats, but..now I'm stuck in it, so...
Am I allowed to throw Biblical blogs at you?
//ooh go ahead!!
Weird god man creature thing
I am T posing
He is. Visibly uncomfortable. "Well fuckin. Stop it."
One of them is technically ur half brother
Zeus kid
"Of course... has father just completely abandoned the pact him, Poseidon, and Hades made? In fact it seems like they all have..."
T poses in front of him
Weird god man creature thing
Hello
"What.. what are you doing? I'm not a 'weird god man creature thing' I'm just Apollo, and I just happen to look a little different."
He is not turning them into child soldiers trust
"Sure he's not." He scoffs.
*pat pat*
*boop*
Apollo growls, glaring at the anon. The one of the wings on his head slaps their hand away. "Do not touch me. Understood?"
âŠNero has kids heâs TAKING CARE OF NOW
Figure Iâd warn youâŠ
Because look what he did to herâŠ
All the things⊠and now heâs treating others like theyâre his own..
Figured Iâd throw that angst potential at Apollo
Apollo doesnt seem to have much of a reaction to this, surprisingly. "I'm not surprised he's gone back to his 'child soldier' project. If those children have any sense of self worth, they'll learn to hate him. And the cycle continues."
Open starter - Fallen Angel
Apollo has been missing for quite some time, about 5 months. No amount of searching has done any good. It's as if he fell off the face of the earth...
However, finally, he makes an appearance. At least..it might be Apollo? A being covered in wings and clothed in rags lays on the ground, covered in yellow gashes. They appear to be breathing, but barely. Where did they come from, and if it is Apollo, then how?
Nero was out on a walk, probably putting off his work because well, he just didn't feel like doing it. He didn't want to bore himself to death with all the documents and official crap- sometimes a man needs some air! Even if he's undead.
That's when he saw him- or at least he thought it was him? Whatever, it didn't matter. Just- the thing was in his way. He picked up a stick, because no way was he going to touch that with his hands, and poked the being.
The pile of wings and cloth shuddered at the contact, though they were still unconscious. After a few more pokes, the creature groaned, and spoke. "God, at least let me wake up before you try to kill me again, you stupid fucking snake lady.." It mumbled, before sitting up. They opened their eyes, one brown and one gold, and looked up at Nero. "Oh no, not you... what'd you do to get down here..?"
He made a disgusted face when the thing moved, stepping back a little. He watched as it sat up, grumbled, and... yeah, he didn't quite care. "Oh, ew." Was all he said before tossing the stick away. Disgusting. But then the being spoke again- and he thought it would be oh so funny to mess with them.
"You're imagining things. You're alone out here." Was it creative? No. But if the being believes it, would it be absolutely hilarious? Yeah, it would.
"Oh.. that checks out.." They sigh, which sounds like a terrible gurgling noise, before spitting out golden ichor onto the grass. "Ugh.. not that again.." They laid back down on the grass, groaning. "Fucking Tartarus.. fucking Nero.. why Nero!? Yeah I hate the guy, but if you're trying to torment me, you're wasting your time, this guy is not even worth looking at, fucking loser. Ugh. I'm going back to sleep.. woke me up for fucking Nero.. the nerve..." They closed their eyes, before opening one and looking up at Nero. "The hell you still looking at me for? You can vanish now."
Oh gods, they actually believed it? This was probably the best entertainment he was going to get in a good while. He couldn't believe this- oh, they thought they were in Tartarus! This was just beautiful, it made him want to point and laugh at just how pathetic they were. Well, at least they recognized him- apparently they didn't like him, which made this oh so much more fun. He kicked the being in the side, "No, I don't think I will. Also, who's the loser here? You, stuck in Tartarus, or him, thriving? Hmm?"
"Ow.. that hurt so much... oh you horrible monster.. oh what am I going to dooo.." They groaned, their voice full of sarcasm. They stood up, though very shakily. "Listen, Mr. Illusion Nero... nothing you say can make me hate myself more than I already to, m'kay? You're wasting your time." They reached up and clutched something hanging from their neck for a moment. It was.. a pair of rings with crescent shapes on them. "I can promise, the real Nero isn't thriving. Or at least, I hope to gods not. I mean.. it has been a year... maybe he has gotten over it.. I don't doubt it... he's a wicked man..probably never even cared about her.. not as much as I did, that's for sure..." They sighed and looked up at the supposedly imaginary Nero. "Point is, whether he's 'thriving' or not, I don't care. Just leave me alone."
Nero rolled his eyes, this was getting less and less fun now- this being wasn't responding how he expected them to, he was hoping for some fight or something, but instead got... whatever this was. It was a pathetic display, and he'd pity them if he had any of that to spare for meaningless situations like this one.
At first he wanted to laugh at just how far gone this being was, but- he noticed those rings. Gods, he'd managed to forget... that... it's been. How long? Over a year, for sure. And it's been oh so many years since he'd given her those rings. It was one of the only gifts from him, if not the only one he'd ever given her. Sometimes he regretted not being there more. Would he... would he do the same if Meg was like Claudia Augusta? Would he do it if he'd had her since she was an infant?
He got eerily quiet, just staring at the rings around Apollo's neck, because yes, at that point he recognized it must be Apollo- who else would carry those?
...why did he do all those things? He wouldn't have done it to his sweet baby back when he was emperor.
They were children, Nero. Just like she was.
"So... you gonna leave me the hell alone, or just stand there staring at me like a goddamned moron?" He spat, glaring. But... he paused for a second. Why did the air feel... lighter? Down in Tartarus, it felt like he was constantly being weighed down by the unrelenting darkness, but now.. something was very different. And he did not like it.
He grabbed Nero by the shoulders, and was sort of leaning on him for some amount of support. His expression was a mixture of confusion, anger, and hope. "What the fuck.. is going on? Where am I?"
He didn't respond, too lost in his own thoughts, too focused on how badly he messed up, too concentrated on holding back tears- why did he want to cry? This didn't seem important a couple years ago. It didn't seem all that important a couple months ago, he just made himself forget Meg McCaffrey ever existed and went on with his life as normal. Why did this have to resurface now? Maybe because someone brought his daughter back, maybe because he knew the same won't happen for Meg. Maybe because he was scared Claudia Augusta would be ripped from him again.
He only snapped out of it when Apollo grabbed him, he tried to step back- good gods this was. Not how he usually behaved, at all. He grabbed Apollo's arms and pried them off of himself, "Don't touch me."
Apollo put the pieces together, finally realized he wasn't in Tartarus anymore. He was thrilled, of course, but pissed off more than anything. He couldn't stand anymore, his legs felt like jelly, so he sat on a nearby rock. "Godsdamnit... Tried to make me think I was still in that wretched place? Tried to mess with my head!? My head's fucked up enough as it is, damnit! Motherfucker... You really are the king of manipulation.." He shook his head, holding his head in his hands. His head hurt from how suddenly bright it felt. It felt bright. In the middle of the night. "Ugh.. I may just kill myself if I end up there again.."
He looked up at Nero, who looked... very out of it. "Hey, uh... you okay...?"
Gods, get your shit together, Nero. Why was he acting like this? He needed to get back to his usual self, and fast, before people start doubting him. He couldn't have that, now could he? He put on a smile, trying to sound mocking as he responded, "I don't need your acknowledgement to know that, pops." He leaned against a tree, trying to keep his composure. Why did Apollo have to mention her? "I'm surprised you haven't done that ages ago."
"I'm fine." He snapped, but his eyes kept darting to the rings on the multicolor eyed being's neck. Why did he feel like he missed her?
"Yeah. Me too." He chuckled. "And you are not fine, but whatever. I don't have the energy to give a shit. I'm going home, now that I'm out of that fuckin pit. See ya!" He stood up off the rock, started wobbling, and.. promptly sat back down. "Nope, never mind. If I try to start walking I'd fall on my face. Awesome." He growled, glaring at the ground. He closed his eyes and tried to move the three pairs of massive wings on his back, but to no success. He could wiggle them a little, but not nearly enough to get himself off the ground. "Damnit!"
Open starter - Fallen Angel
Apollo has been missing for quite some time, about 5 months. No amount of searching has done any good. It's as if he fell off the face of the earth...
However, finally, he makes an appearance. At least..it might be Apollo? A being covered in wings and clothed in rags lays on the ground, covered in yellow gashes. They appear to be breathing, but barely. Where did they come from, and if it is Apollo, then how?
Hector is walking along when he sees the being.
"Woah! Are you okay there?" Hector rushes to be being's side, dropping the heavy pallets of metal he was holding.
The odd, winged creature shifts slightly, shakily sitting up a bit to face the stranger. "H..hello? Do I hear someone?" It speaks, their voice hoarse and low. They open all four eyes and look up at him, squinting. "Who.. are you? Where..am I..?"
âOh goodness! You look terrible, here, let me help you get patched up!â Hector pulls out a roll of bandage and starts patching them up. âMy name is Hector, do you know who you are?â
"I'm uh.. I'm Apollo... I..may not look like it, but.." He sighs and looks at his wings. They're tattered and filthy, but still quite magnificent. "I'm.. usually more.. normal looking.. um... sorry you gotta.. see me like this, heh.."
âOh dear! Apollo? My goodness we need to get you patched up!â Hector puts an arm around him and helps him up. âI have more medical supplies back at my home, itâs not far from here!â
"Thank you, kiddo.. what's your name? You look.. a lot like my brother.." Apollo rasped, leaning against the man, his wings drooping to the ground. He seemed to be putting a lot of weight on Hector, like he was too weak to hold himself up. "I.. appreciate the help.. who knows how long I'd be laying there otherwise.."
âMy name is Hector. I am the son of Hephaestus. would I be as a demigod if I just stood idly by while one of the gods sat in pain! No need to thank me, as I was not prepared and have no offering to give you consider my helping you an offering.â Hector adjusts to help ease the pressure off of Apollo and take the brunt of his weight.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I don't care about.. offerings or whatever. I've been through enough to know.. there's more to life than silly gifts.." Apollo chuckles, shaking his head. "Say.. what's today's date?"
âOh! Uh, November 2nd I believe! Is something the matter?â
"Oh geez.. that means it's been.. 5 months? Six? Something like that.." Apollo sighs, before wincing, holding his left shoulder. "Ugh.. those stupid dracaenae did a number on me... some God I am, a-am I right?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "I doubt I could go back in this condition.. they must be worried sick.." he mumbled, looking at a gold and purple ring on his left hand.
âWell thatâs why we are going to patch you up arenât we? Oh and none of that negative self talk! Doesnât help the healing process one bit!â Hector says as the two approach a workshop and forge on the hill. Hector kicks opens the door with his free hand and helps the god sit down somewhere.
"Yeah, you're right, sorry.. um.." Apollo sits in a wooden chair, letting out a sigh of relief as he was finally able to relax for a moment. "Oh gosh... I didnt realize how sore everything is... ow.." He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, he looked incredibly weak, even in this powerful, menacing form.
Hector comes back with a bucket, some cloth, and more bandages. âHere, bite down on this. This disinfectant has a kick to it.â Hector hands Apollo the cloth and grabs a different one to clean the cuts with. âSo what even happened for a god to get beaten up this thoroughly?â
"Trust me, I can handle some pain, kiddo. I've been through much worse.." He chuckles lightly. "Well, I've been in Tartarus for 5 months, I guess. It was.. horrible. Monsters at every turn, the air is so heavy it's hard to keep yourself standing, and the oppressive darkness drained my energy tremendously.. I don't even remember why I was down there, I don't remember half of what happened. I'm not even sure how I got out..."
âTartarus huh? Interesting. I havenât ever been. Doesnât sound like the most fun haha.â Hector chuckles a little.
"It.. it is not. My son's been down there, he went with his boyfriend.. it's a lot easier to deal with when you have someone else with you, it seems."
