Who: Syrinx [NPC; jerusalem] mentions of Apollo [apollimi] & Belphegor [aperire] What: Acquiring new instruments. When: A week or so ago. Where: Woods to the Lux. Warnings: Implications of violence/abuse. My writing fails. /shot
She was a pleasantly ephemeral sort of creature. Syrinx has long, smooth limbs that sway with the breeze, and as she flutters, bending to the will of the Anemoi, her lips part and a haunting sound flows. Like that the nymph will remain, following the steady strokes of the wind as her voice rises and falls, the pitch changing if the breeze grows hot or cold. An instrument of nature, she is frail and doe-like preferring the furthest corners of the woods to the busy streets.
Sometimes she likes to dip her toes in water (and Syrinx loves water very much, it is her second passion, second only to her devotion for Artemis) and as time passes the nymph remains. Time trickles at a steady beat, it never rises nor falls like the tide or the winds, Syrinx counts time by watching Helios' journey across the sky.
Solitude is not for everyone, but it suits her just fine (very much like water) and there is the company of nature herself, and the brief visits of the Anemoi who play her. It is on a simple afternoon that Syrinx's haunting sounds echo throughout the woods until the Anemoi stop abruptly. Then everything is silent. Unnaturally so.
Demons were to her. Powerful, corrupt and unnatural. His name is Belphegor
The trap is sprung and everything is black, her heart beats struggles to climb out through her mouth due to sheer fright. It pounds so hard that she feels as if her voice is being broken by it. (The willpower to speak was all gone, Syrinx was terrified- yet she knows so far that Tyche is on her side, no harm has come to her. Not yet, not yet.)
He doesn't keep her for very long, no- she is meant to be part of something, though what Syrinx has yet to understand. Without water she feels dry, wilting, and withering away. However when Belphegor parades her to the Sun God, she doesn't look it.
Apollo for his part is pleased, not only has the demon offered a nymph but a valuable one, he can feel her sway over her- power at the tips of his fingers and he laughs. Yes, he will promise Belphegor anything right now- souls will not do though. After the exchange has been made (a favor for this was worth it), Apollo takes her and while his smile is bright and warm his touch is cold and harsh.
He is not kind nor understanding as he drags her, shoves her, touches and then Syrinx finds her voice. Shrieking like a frightened animal, that stops Apollo in his tracks- that is not how he wants her. (Sex is meaningless, pleasurable, but not the endgame of this little purchase.) There is a need for her to submit, to give in to him (him, him, him and not Pan, because then he can flaunt it and brag.
Panpipes.
Apollo won before, so this is not about getting back (he needs no reasons or excuses.) This is just being destructive because he can (and wants), and because he is a god.