the moonstone

Udaeus - Spartoi - 4000+

[xmaddcx]

maddox & udaeus —

say you hate me.

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[hyperenor]

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Hyperenor didn't appreciate the reminder of what was lost, evidenced by his low, threatening growl. It wasn't Udaeus' fault and he really wanted to avoid fighting with his brother, but what was Hyperenor to do? He only wanted one thing and it seemed the only time vampires' hearts got plucked from their chests was when he worked alone. "Like I keep telling you, Originals are just the desert. They'll suffer first, as I eradicate their sire lines one by one. Every vampire is as good as dead." Hyperenor would figure out his steps toward killing an original after he destroyed everything they'd built over time. "I have magic, an arsenal, and more wooden weapons than I'll probably need. They're all dead, plain and simple. Yeah, that's my one trick alright, sending vamps to hell."

[udaeusx]

His siblings would be lost without him. That was so evidently clear, Udaeus was certain it was another of his precognitions. He could avoid a hit as it came, he was a dancer, untouchable – the best of all of them. Of course Hyperenor thought he didn't need him. "Really? And you'll do that all by yourself?" Udaeus paused a few moments, turning to point towards the city, "I haven't heard any cries yet. No one complaining about some vampires dying. There's a council now. And please," he held up his hand, "before you beg me to help you, the answer is yes. But you're doing it all wrong. Of course I'll help you. You only needed to ask once."

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[xmaddcx]

There was that familiar shift in the air, the tingle that trickled down his spine as Udaeus triggered his power. Maddox hadn't felt it in... well, a couple thousand years. His gaze narrowed ever so slightly upon the spartoi, noted the minimal space that now separated them. Perhaps any other creature may have worried over the inability to use their own magic, the powers at their fingertips; Maddox wasn't so afraid. Death had found him too often, sent him seeking out a new host that appealed to him. Maybe this time would be no different, even if he was particular to this one. "Are you hoping for a 'sorry for your loss'? Or perhaps a thank you?" There was a tenseness to his voice that Maddox didn't particularly enjoy. He hadn't had to consider any sort of feelings toward the spartoi in a very, very long time. Perhaps once upon a time, he would have reacted in a much different manner to this mention of loss. But any such feelings such as that needed to be tapered down.

[udaeusx]

Udaeus had litte time for this now, this endless battle. He'd had so much on his plate, so much planning – it was hard leading all of his siblings into war over and over again, making sure they all stayed alive and listened to his great advice. It was hard being the best sibling they all had. Either way, the Moonstone looked at Maddox, "Yes," he hissed, putting his hand on Maddox's ample chest and shoving. What happened to the tiefling after all of this wouldn't batter him. He picked up his jacket, whipping it around so it hit everyone rudely around him as he slung it over his shoulder. "I have very important plans to get to. If you'd excuse me."

[just-a-pole-sir]

[xmaddcx]

It was comical to Maddox, how Udaeus thought he had some upper hand here. How the spartoi believed that so long as he voiced the words, that the tiefling would follow them. If Udaeus thought this would be the last time they saw each other, then Maddox was happy to prove him wrong. Again, and again. Which is perhaps why he considered toying with the other some more, string him along on some wild goose chase for the reasoning. That is, until he stepped closer, until there was barely any room between ancient lovers. "Just for you, I'll be oh so kind," he mused, as his head canted. "What I want from you is everything. To strip it away from you. Leave you with nothing and no one."

[udaeusx]

The spartoi moved closer, his dispel magic triggering as he ensured no one supernatural was listening in on this conversation – it also made Maddox's powers useless, though whatever the tiefling wished to get from him, the spartoi wasn't going to budge. "So you're obsessed with me. Get in line, love. Now isn't the time to fuck with me." He'd just buried his brother, finally given them all a sense of peace, and he wasn't going to be bullied by a demigod in an adidas track jacket. "I have nothing. My brother was desecrated for this world. For your life, probably. For all of ours. I have nothing. So take it. Whatever you think I have. And you'll find yourself grasping for wind."

[hyperenor]

who?: @udaeusx where?: the streets

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"I thought I could sleep first, at least for a little while. But it doesn't seem that time is a luxury we have." Their warzone was in flux now, so only carefully planned tactics would grant the spartoi victory in their quest. However, Hyperenor currently had his blinders on, blocking out any suggestion that didn't come from within his own mind. He was moving forward with his plans and he was doing so as a lone soldier as he initially intended. "I just can't afford to get sucked into another plan. I don't care about anything except killing vampires, so that's what I'm going to do. And as experience showed, we're better off working solo."

[udaeusx]

"Time was always on our side." Their brother was literally able to help with that, but he knew what Hyperenor was going to say even before he said it. "You're a one trick pony, I know that. But we're not better off working solo. This is how our brother died, and if you'd like a one way ticket to be buried beside him, then go ahead." He puffed his chest out, snatching a mulled wine from a nearby stranger, "The originals are closer than ever, and you think you can defeat one of them without one of my plans?"

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[xmaddcx]

Perhaps when they had been younger, when Maddox had been fond of the Spartoi, he could have found this all amusing. Endearing, even. But now, with the hatred that burn within him as if he housed the Inferno himself, the tiefling found himself rolling his eyes. Udaeus always talked a big talk, about knowing what was going to happen before it happened. So had he known that Mordred was to be dealt a fatal wound? That the kingdom he had worked so hard to strip from his uncle's hands would not become his own? Perhaps that is why Udaeus had left him, when he had spoken of ruling the kingdom together. "You're doing a fair amount of not knowing," he accused, confident smirk etched so plainly across his lips. He could see the way the other's lips curled down, could trace the upset with his eyes as it morphed Udaeus' all too familiar features. Perhaps when they had been younger, Maddox would have questioned it. Would have pressed for the other to tell him what was wrong, but contempt was such a bitter feeling. "Does it irk you, the not knowing? The wondering?" He questioned, persistent grin on his lips as he leaned towards the Spartoi.

[udaeusx]

Udaeus had one great love, despite his way of floating about into anyone and everyone's lives. He remembered the teifling, he remembered the way their hands would meet, their souls would meet, and he remembered the way he'd left them. Mordred, gone so far – and Udaeus had enough precognition to know that this creature knew him, and he moved closer, "No, it doesn't irk me. It bores me. If you have nothing to add to the conversation, then I'll leave. And you won't see me again." Udaeus was always wonderful to see, he knew that much. Who could bear to not see him again? "So if you are going to be useless once again, then I'm gone."

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[xmaddcx]

where. the bar who. @udaeusx

Maddox had died. Again. Well, in a manner of speaking, since the future had seemingly not happened. The memories remained, however. Of how he had died, and once he'd found a new vessel, of how he had become possessed. It certainly didn't sit well with him, especially considering he had wanted no part in the war. Which meant getting back to normal had been a little difficult, given how he expected those damn gods to slip in once again. And so he had decided to take some time off, in a sense. To enjoy what Rome could offer, before it was perhaps destroyed once again. It was in the middle of some of that enjoyment, when an unfortunately familiar individual caught his attention. "Now, now, I figured you'd have run off again," he mused, glass lowered to the table before him.

[udaeusx]

There was this same old song and dance, this damn tiefling that showed up, demanding things left and right. Luckily, Udaeus knew Maddox would be here. He always knew where people would be, moments before they did. He wasn't a know-it-all, he just knew it all. People were always upset about that; it was hard to outsmart the smartest. "I don't leave when the going gets tough. The tough get going, though. I thought I looked great. But it all happened the way it had to happen." The Spartoi held up his chin now as he entered the bar, tits first, though his demeanor somewhat changed as he took a seat beside Maddox. Their brother's funeral was the thing in the forefront of his mind; the pyre that they'd built now cold. Udaeus hadn't left until every ember had been smothered, until he could be sure that his goodbye was heard. His persona faded for only a moment, his frown making him look more than upset, "What do you want from me?" He could never admit to asking such a question, but for now, he would deal with it.