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Gluttony [Drew Moar] (needsmoar) wrote in forgotten_gods,
@ 2009-05-23 00:01:00

Entry tags:

abaddon, ares, beelzebub, coyote, eisheth zenunim, gluttony, goth, greed, heavy metal, lust, nihilism, raum, wrath

West side skyline crying | Fallen angel dying
Who: Sins, Demons, Satan, Goth, Metal, Fallen Angels, Sato, and anyone they decide to bring along.
What: The bad side of the Christian Pantheon throws Abaddon a party for his recent Fall. (It's really just an excuse to party, but hey, you take what you can get.)
Where: Gluttony's Penthouse
When: Friday, evening
Warnings: See: "Who"

Everything was set and ready for a fairly upscale party. For a while, Gluttony had been debating on what to do to celebrate Abaddon's Fall. A grand gathering had been un-debatable, because, honestly, who was he to pass up a chance for all his sinister ~~loved ones~~ comrades to congregate in a single place. His place, on top of it all.

Gluttony's apartment would reek of evil for weeks.

Too, he'd had a tough decision on deciding which decorations to use. Should he go big-time and opt for the fancy, blue-collar soiree, or degenerate to a four-year-old's birthday party, complete with an obnoxious clown, and a pinata shaped like Metatron's head? The clown had nearly won out, but despite the infinite laughs he would get out of such a thing, he decided the tongue-lashing (or physical lashing, as it often came to Satan's punishments) would far outweigh its worth, so he had opted for something in-between.

His penthouse was pleasantly bright, lit up with stringed lights and dim lamps, the highest concentration of light flooding the main rooms, but dimmed as it branched out to the outside balcony that wrapped around the extent of his home. The upstairs was open to those visiting, as usual, both spare rooms prepped and ready for whatever debauchery may come. His own room was dark, colored lights situated at various ends, and set up for someone leaning towards spending the night huddled around their favorite drugs.

He rarely came unprepared.

There was nothing left to do. The catering had come earlier to set up the buffet (It took everything within Gluttony to not migrate over that way and devour everything in sight.), and hopefully Beelzebub would follow through with his promise of providing a few lowly demons to help with service.

All that he needed to do now was wait.

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ire
2009-05-23 02:01 am UTC (link)

Wrath did not want to be at Gluttony's gathering. Without her Hellfire, she would easily be the weakest creature in the penthouse, aside from the two idiotic, simpering females who thought they were worthy of being in their, in His presence. She would be in danger, constant danger and the thought that heathens would be at such a celebration made her stomach twist unpleasantly. Who did they think they were? It was utterly disgusting and Wrath idly wondered if she could strangle one of the upstart little bitches with her own intestines, after ripping them out of the heathen's lower stomach.

Still, she was here, dressed in a tight, cream number that was translucent at best in certain areas and would look utterly gorgeous splattered in blood. Her hair was done up, two thin daggers holding wavy locks in place and she was armed to the teeth, even though her dress didn't have much room for concealed weapons. Still, there was a small gun strapped to her thigh, a blade between her breasts and her earrings, pretty little red vials dangling down, were poisonous even through contact to flesh and open pores.

Yes, she was weak. But she was prepared.

Still, she was feeling rather anti-social and she found herself leaning up against the railing of the balcony, dragging in furiously on a cigarette and nursing a bottle of the strongest wine she could find, feeling flashes of Hellfire from within the house and snarling. She had been working for their Master all along, doing His work while her family had done nothing except fraternize with heathens and Wrath was furious. But she was in no position to fight tonight, fight any of them, and already, she was wondering how long she had to stay.

(OOC: Ignore JRM in that pic. XD I just liked the dress. <3)

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ex_heh55
2009-05-23 02:51 am UTC (link)

The invitation comes at rather late notice, but it isn't like Coyote has anything better to do (his three o'clock appointment left shortly after the sex), and even if he has, it's so seductively worded that he would have invited himself along if Gluttony hadn't. He's cheered by the thought of seeing his newfound friend again, fondly remembering their last Friday evening together and the chaos that ensued. It's a bit like fixing a drink of fire and alcohol—the result is explosive any way you mix it, the kind of thing utilised by rebel factions who're far more loud than they are effective—and he smiles big as he lets himself in.

His first visit to the penthouse, all the luxury really does floor him, and he has to keep stopping to crane his neck and look around and touch what isn't his, making small sounds of delight in the back of his throat, all but drooling and wagging his tail. It's a classy place, designed for classy people dressed to the nines, which is why he thinks it's a spectacular idea to have come in motorcycle leathers, his thumb hooked suggestively into his belt.

The other hand holds a bottle of cheap hooch by the neck, which Coyote waves as a hello at his host when he spots him, stalking over to thrust the bottle into Gluttony's palm and wrap an arm around his waist. "Because you're worth it," he pronounces, and then he's crawling all over Gluttony, bending him backwards over the arm of a priceless couch, nibbling up and down his neck while he presses a knee between his legs. The fact that he's feeling more alive than he has in months does wonders for his enthusiasm.

Coyote only stops when something red and bright outside (an earring?) catches his sharp eye with its twinkling, and he raises his head with his body still flush with the sin's. "Jesus Christ, man." It's not a name he's used to taking in vain, foreign and clunky on his heathen tongue, but he feels it's appropriate given the pantheon. "Is that your sister?"

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ex_godisdead339
2009-05-23 05:12 am UTC (link)

There were times that Nihilism was glad he wasn't regularly noticed, that he didn't draw a lot of attention to himself in comparison to some other gods and beings. It wasn't that he was easily ignored, just that he was subtle and something you didn't entirely notice until it was almost too later.

Well, actually, that sounded more sinister than it actually was.

Gluttony's invitation didn't come as much of a surprise to him. He'd hear some word of this little soirée and while he wasn't looking forward to or expecting an invitation, the fact that he got one simply meant that he had something to do on a Friday night. While he'd been informed that it might be a little more dressed-up affair, he couldn't be bothered to actually locate all the individual pieces to a suit. He located a black tux jacket and matching skinny trousers which he paired with a loud t-shirt and basic black-and-white converse, his own teenage sleek ensemble. And no, there was no tie, but there was a thin black leather belt that Nihilism believed could work just as well.

For the moment, though, he was less concerned with the impending state of his clothing and the fact that there was a... well, he could only assume it was a deity and not some Hell-hound in the flesh, practically humping Gluttony's leg against a sofa. He did nothing, made no attempt to make his presence known, just leaned against a wall with one foot in front of him, the other propped up against the wall behind him, right hand shoved down in his pocket and the left holding a fine black clove cigarette to his lips. He inhaled, let the smoke fill his lungs and roll slowly in mouth before exhaling easily and flicking the hanging ash onto the floor. Well, there was no one's face to use as an ashtray at the moment and he had to flick it somewhere.

Curiously, he wondered how interesting this night would be as he rolled his head to the side to scope out the other party guests.

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redhots
2009-05-23 04:21 am UTC (link)

It had been quite some time since a gathering of this magnitude had congregated together, and much as Lust didn't particularly care either way about one more fool lost to Satan's lure, it was looking to be something she would regret missing later. Besides, she was looking to make her grand re-entrance after her time away out West. Too much time on her hands and too much of an overload from Sin City had led to a little facelift of sorts. If nothing else, it was good for a chuckle or two and she was honestly looking forward to the reaction of one little brother in particular.

Strolling in amidst the throng of people, Lust's heels clicked leisurely against the floor, her favorite Greek companion on her arm and her flunkie following behind them.

"Nybs, go and see if there's anything you can do to lend a hand," she ordered offhandedly, shooing him off with little care. Seeing her sister off to the side as they passed through, Lust offered a little wave of her fingers, trying not to be obvious in her internal gloating. If she had not seen Wrath, she wouldn't have noticed her at all, it would appear her sister was still suffering her punishment while Lust herself was still flying high from her time away.

Life was good.

"Should we go over and make nice with introductions or will you be able to make do on your own?", she wondered aloud, patting her hand on the one at her elbow.

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notenough
2009-05-30 03:26 am UTC (link)

It wasn't enough that Greed was a fresh back from Hell, bruised and scarred, but that he had to deal with a rather un-agreeable Duke handler on top of it, it seemed too much. Like it always had been since day one of Greed's contract to Raum, but after the humiliation that his handler had placed him through this time, Greed was anything but happy or pleased to be attending Gluttony's soiree of sorts for someone. Fallen, it seemed.

The Sin was careful not to move hastily in any way, the raw red lines down his back were still fresh, and surprisingly not the ones he came out of Hell with. In a simple black suit with a black tie, Greed was underdressed when it came to the rest of the crowd that he was presented with, his hair being slightly unrumpled due to "unseen circumstances". Once he had stepped through the doors after Raum, he had no intentions of sticking with the Duke, rather, he made his way to the drinks first.

However, once half-way across the room, a familiar presence and the sight of the demon minion of his sister's made Greed stop cold in his steps. Lust, earlier, had given him a note online in a language that was both familiar and nostalgic to the both of them. Greed had his suspicions, but dismissed it and had rather forgotten about it once Raum started up the hissy fit again.

But now, here, Greed could feel Lust. He could feel the difference and how it fueled his curiosity as he moved closer and closer towards it. Her face, the one that he had locked away in his mind no matter his form, to be replayed over and over again. To never forget, not when they were mere babes when thrown out into the world and to learn to how to play tricks from learning only from themselves and trial-and-error.

Now she was only a couple of inches away, but all Greed could do was stare at the familiar curve of her body, one that had been memorized centuries ago through mind and fingers, replayed constantly on nights appropriate for drowning in alcohol and nostalgia.

"Lust. How nice to see you here." Greed's voice softly hissed in Lust's ear, ignoring the fact that she had someone else on her other arm. He didn't recognize the man, but his presence and lack of "kinship" told Greed that he wasn't a problem.

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redhots
2009-05-31 09:49 am UTC (link)

She could feel them both as soon as they neared the building, her special attunement to her brother as well as the equally as familiar Duke who he traveled with. Considering their past history and the ensuing fights that occurred after their reconciliation concerning the demon, Lust had kept her distance since his appearance on the scene, but it would appear that tonight might be a deal breaker. Not a single outward sign gave away her knowledge that her brother was closing in, chattering on with Ares as she debated whether Wrath would attack her or not with the right prodding, ignoring the eyes on her until she could physically feel the increased body heat at her back and the soft whisper of breath at her ear.

The soft hiss raised the fine hairs at the nape of her neck and sped her pulse up a step, both completely natural reactions when Greed was nearby. Glancing over her shoulder she met the face of her brother, beaming innocently at him as if this wasn't the first time in many centuries that they stood together in these particular forms and that there wasn't a very handsome Greek on her arm.

"You say that as if I would ever dream of not attending a party thrown by family, regardless of the reasoning," she intoned brightly. Turning about, her mind's eye was already taunting her with visions of dragging Greed off by his tie, to relearn and remember the feel of these two particular bodies at work, the forms of their innocence with all that they'd learned many years later, it was indeed a delicious project she was very much looking forward to. "Brother, I don't know if you recall, but Greed, Ares; Ares, Greed. I do believe that he was about to go off and renew his acquaintance with our sister, weren't you, darling?" Rising up on her toes, she pecked Ares's cheek.

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notenough
2009-06-05 08:01 pm UTC (link)

Truthfully, Greed didn't know whether or not to take this as a surprise or to be offended that Lust was toying with him like this. Although the Sin had no sentiments when it came to the rest of his family, Lust was the only one that held any reason for Greed to be even a fraction of considerate and to give a shit about all that she did.

What made things worse was the god on her arm that sounded vaguely familiar and no doubt was taller and broader than Greed. He was anything but pleased to see that his sister had company, but it wasn't out of character for her to have one. The Sin's jaw was locked as he regarded this Ares briefly before focusing his sights back onto his sister again.

"Wrath was towards the way you both came in," he curtly directed Ares. Leaning forward, Greed once more came upon Lust's ear and spoke with an edge that he only had with Raum these days. "I want to talk to you. Alone."

It was seeing his sister like this, back when they were Luxuria and Avarice, not just two of the Seven Sins, but own their own. It was hard for him not to treat this as a joke overall. Or maybe it was possible that he wouldn't believe she would go this far to please him.