Alden Castel [Leviathan] (_gatekeeper_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-02-02 20:14:00 |
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Time has come to make things right.
Who: Leviathan (_gatekeeper_) [Narrative]
What: Hell is on Earth, so why stay in Hell?
Where: Hellmouth.
When: Tuesday
Warnings: A little bit of violence, nothing spectacular.
"Prince, where are you going?"
The gatekeeper did not deign the lowly inquisitive demon with an answer, instead opting to leisurely adjust his articles of clothing, smoothing them down his lean human body. Many demons put a lot of effort into crafting their body, making it look just the way they wanted it to - an ideal projection of themselves on the living plane.
Leviathan found the self-indulgence a little excessive, to the point of it being a little sickening. Not one to make a fuss over such trivial matters, he snatched the nearest available body - Envy, darling, how sweet of you; maybe less stab wounds next time - and slipped into it, spending the past hour getting comfortable in this skin.
"Okay, go ahead and ignore me. That works too."
"I do not like your tone."
The demon went dead quiet, and Leviathan could hear it swallow hard and force shallow breaths out of its crooked nose and between cracked lips.
"I am going out for a walk."
"You- you can't just leave!"
"Watch me."
"But what about Hellmouth?"
Leviathan tugged on his sleeves - fashion had undoubtedly changed once again since the last time he walked the Earth. Humans. So fickle. It was little wonder that the Sins were having an orgy upstairs.
"What about guarding the gate? What about, ye' know, your duty?"
Violent chokes and gasps scraped its way out of the scrawny demon's throat, and limbs flailed helplessly as the pressure against its throat cut off its screams and protests.
"Don't. Talk to me about my duty. I know what my duty is."
Wrestling and tugging against thin air, it made a pathetic attempt at struggling, eyes begging, grovelling for mercy. When Leviathan shifted his gaze, it slumped to the floor like an ugly broken figurine, occupied only with breathless gasps and choked coughs.
"I have made arrangements. Someone else will take care of it. Summon the Hellhound if you feel it is necessary."
"The Hellhound? The Hellhound?! You're insane!"
"Just a little. I hear staying here for an extended period of time does that to people."
That was partially why Leviathan wanted to leave and stretch his legs; get some fresh air, eat sushi, buy more stuffed toys to add to his collection, 'do his duty' and hunt down a few who were... well, to put it simply, staying on the living plane longer than what their visa permitted. After all, like the other princes, he was known for being the bringer of bad news, both to angels and demons, and he did have a reputation to uphold.
In all honesty, Leviathan knew that the reputation was enough. There were no unauthorised visitors crazy and stupid enough to want to come down here, and no one tried to escape Hell anymore after Leviathan got fed up that one day, started cutting squares from screaming peoples' skins and embarked on his 'One Million Cranes' art project. If he had known people would stop trying after his origami display, he would have done it a long time ago.
Not wanting to push its luck even further, the demon could only watch Leviathan walk away, until the shadow of his coat faded into the darkness.