Isabella & Julian Cartier // Mammon (never_enough) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-04-15 03:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | belphegor, mammon |
Who: Mammon (never_enough); open to any other Hell Kings who wish to stumble by in the aftermath
When: Sunday, immediately following this
Where: Hell
What: Someone's not a happy camper
The screech of rage that followed the downed Hell King was something that echoed throughout the depths of Hell, her anger and express displeasure radiating out to rile and terrify the minions and damned equally. Inky black Hellfire lashed about from the female form even as her demon flunky ran for cover. The mortal flesh charred away as her ire grew, the demon hidden beneath the pretty exterior making itself known as barriers were tested, and none gave under the pressure.
Trapped.
Her fist drove into the wall of bone and stone, reaching for anything and everything she could get her hands on to see it's destruction. Demons who came running unknowingly to see what the commotion was about met their end quickly, Melchom shaking his head at the blatant idiocy as his master tore them into unrecognizable pieces before reaching for the next. Mammon's temper burned hot as she laid waste to everything within her path, leaving nothing but destruction and smoldering corpses in her wake.
None of it brought satisfaction, none of it would until that tow-headed excuse for a Fallen Angel lay crushed beneath her heel. The Leviathan's part could come later, but for now, her focus would remain on Lucifer.
And that empty seat sitting so lonely and cold in it's ruler's absence.
The initial rage eventually cooled, though it was by no means extinguished. She would have retribution.
In the mean time, there was work to be done. There was an entire underworld of equally pissed off and irritated demons there to take advantage of in the meantime. It was never something she aspired for, the title and the throne came with it much headache, but if only to prove a point, it would be worth it.
Lucifer was old news. Satan, a joke.
It was time for a change of the guard.