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The Villain of Forgotten Affinity
Uriel Cain is a dictator who came to rule over the Rive Isles many O years ago. He has been in power for so long that people have forgotten what led up to him being put in power. He possesses magical, though not very gentle, abilities. He likes the blood of his enemies, banter with annoying heroes, his daily cup of tea and dragons.
Questions?
If you want to ask any questions about the story, I am happy to answer them. If it spoils a plot point, I will give a criptic answer. If it is inappropriate, I will give you a random, not at all related, fact about a character or the story.
[Extra] He hates being called Koa and hates being called his last name. He also has a distaste for statues.
Someone in the comment section of a site made the CUTEST uriel symbolic form crochet for the new orv chapter! I don't want to post it here because obviously, I didn't make it. Check it here and give it likes :<.
Thoughts about the chapter? the dokja simps are having a feast!
How would Frury, Lilith and Uriel react to finding a human who is currently fighting a rather large demon and just before they could intervene, assuming they wanted to, the human kills it? (This human would become their future S.o but you know. First impressions are important. XD) Thanks friend. :)
|| I’m sorry for how long this took to make, I’ve just bee really busy lately. I hope you don’t mind the scenarios being as long as they are either. I wanted to test my luck with typing out long responses. Enjoy! (btw Lilith is hard to write for!)||
Fury:
Fury looked worriedly on as she rushed to save the human, whip drawn and pulled taut between her fists. The Trauma was charging towards them and coming in fast, just a little too fast for her to get there in time.
Just as the Trauma reared and Fury pulled her whip back over her head, she heard the small human let out a blood curdling yell and she noticed it chuck a spear-like piece of shrapnel at the raging beast. It hit the Trauma full force in the throat, effectively slicing it open just enough to half-drown it in its own blood and bile. Fury stopped dead in her tracks, hands and whip falling down to her sides and a look of awe splashing against her pale face.
She watched you walk up to the writhing demon, rip the shrapnel out of it’s throat, and plunge it back in again and again. The more times you stabbed the more she was placed back into the reality of the situation.
Fury regained herself and walked over to the mess, trying to approach the situation as cautiously as she could, even speaking in low tones so as not to surprise the human.
“Human…”
You whipped your head around to see this tall woman with deep, wine colored hair. You assumed she was another monster to slay and you raised the shrapnel in front of yourself, brandishing it like a spear.
“Easy now, little one, it’s okay,” Fury raised her hands in caution.
“Who are you?” you asked, backing away slowly.
Fury gently grabbed the end of your weapon and gave it a little tug, signaling you to let go. You oblige, albeit a bit begrudgingly, no longer seeing her as a threat but still unsure of her intentions. She then placed it on the ground beside her, never breaking eye contact.
“There will be time to explain all of that later, now come with me.”
You wander off with Fury, the entire way explaining to her all that’s happened to you. She in turn tries to answer all the questions you have. There’s so much you have yet to learn and creatures much more menacing that litter your path.
Uriel:
Uriel surveyed the skies, flying low enough to see individual demons scattering along the ruined earth below. Ever since the Hunter incident she’d been careful to look closer just in case there were other survivors hiding from the demon spawn.
Soon enough she caught sight of a large Gore Claw swarming into a cramped alleyway to chase a small hooded figure.
A human!?
Uriel readied her halberd and nosedived, aiming for the figure. Her plan was to swoop in, pluck the human from the fray, and come back for the demon once the human was placed on a safe perch. However, the human had other plans.
You set up many booby traps that just lay waiting for the time when you needed to get out of a pinch or when a demon stupidly fell into one. All of that planning paid off when you found yourself ambushed by a horrific beast. You bobbed and wove under the rubble and through buildings to get to home base, a makeshift shelter in a part of town you knew well enough to booby trap. The alleyway you were currently running down had a small area of open ground that you’d filled with spikes and covered over in debris to make a trap hole. Thankfully you also made a small ramp that reached just far enough for you to jump over the trap and safely onto the other side.
The demon fell hard into the trap, shrieking as its body sunk onto the sharp pieces of metal shrapnel. It howled in pain for a short while and then grew quiet. The sound itself didn’t concern you, but rather how fast it died off. You, knowing better than to look back until you had the higher ground, just couldn’t resist a little peek into the hole just to be safe.
Just as you prepared to take a quick glance at the carnage, a hand on your shoulder startled you, and in whipping your head around, you failed to notice the demon’s tail catch your leg to pull you in with it. It pulled hard, causing you to slip backwards with a shriek.
The hand that startled you reached out swiftly to catch you by the wrist and pull you from the trap where the demon’s mouth sat wide open to catch you and devour you whole.
You hadn’t expected to be snuck up on, and Uriel hadn’t expected you to be so clever as to lead the demon into such a basic trap. She pulled you into her waiting arms and you thrashed hard against her, trying to break free from her superhuman grip.
“Let me go!”
“Be still human,” Uriel held your arms to your side waiting for you to stop fighting her.
You eased after a time and calmed down enough to see that your attacker was not a demon, and not threatening to hurt you.
“Who are you?”
“I am Uriel of the Hellguard. I’m impressed with your fortitude, human,” she let her grip slacken a little before continuing, “now let’s take you to safety.”
Before you could protest, Uriel picked you up, holding you firmly to her chest, and launched from the alley back to her squadron, nearly knocking breath out of you. You were unsure of the situation, but were in no position to object.
Lilith:
Lilith heard there were some human’s still managing to survive on the ruined earth, and this piqued her interests greatly. It was rare that she’d had a human in her chambers, and she had little power to go and find some for herself, so she did the next best thing and resorted to bargaining with three of Samael’s remaining servants to help her gain access to one of the last survivors, and with her status, who were they to say “no”?
Off went the troops she employed to retrieve her precious cargo from the Third Kingdom while she waited patiently in her chambers. She was hopeful that by the time a human had been brought to her, it wouldn’t be too badly injured to give her a little bit of fun.
Lilith watched through her magical hand mirror in amusement as the demons poked and prodded you into a corner. You were a hard one to catch and you looked to be giving them quite the bit of trouble. She could also see they were being rough with you, something she expected and even permitted to an extent. What she couldn’t have expected though was how dangerous humans could be: you, a tiny little human that looked like it barely reached her belly button in height, ferociously killed one of the phantom guard she had sent. All of it happening almost too fast for Lilith to react.
You pulled from your sleeve what looked to be a bone that was sharpened to a point on either side and jumped on the demon’s chest, driving it in deep, stabbing again and again roughly ten times before turning on the other two who were encroaching in on you.
“You want some of this!?” you shouted at them, brandishing your double ended bone knife. They looked at each other and snarled in agreement before turning to pounce on you.
One of them caught you in the side before you could maneuver out of the way, and the taste of you blood on the air distracted them both for a moment. This gave you some time to hurl a crudely made smoke pellet into one of their faces, hitting square in the eyes. Both were mildly distracted by the fog with the mostly blind one attacking the other in the haze, providing some cover for you to hightail it out of there a safe distance away. But they would be after you soon enough, with the smell of your fresh blood giving them a clear trail to follow
Lilith reclined into her throne, a pleased smile playing at her lips.
Humans are such interesting creatures.
This unexpected game of cat and mouse appealed to her and she couldn’t wait to see who would win.
“You forget, brother,” Pythia spat, unwilling to allow him the space to belittle her - to discredit the work she’d done and assume her blind to all else. Would she have made it this far, had she underestimated those that would see her gone? “Nothing is as it was before.” The Asphodel held the upper hand - the death of a God, the Druids in mourning, and the truth of what would befall this city - this realm, still to come to light. The fact of the matter was - and always would be, the blessed cared to much for all that it would cost to prevent her from bringing about the end. It was how they were built; pieced together by their ever careless father to believe that what they held in their hearts mattered, when so clearly they’d been shown otherwise.
Her tongue clicked loudly against the back of her teeth, the smirk that formed coiled around it in sardonic nature as she cast a coy look up at him. “The only cage will be yours, perhaps I’ll do a better job of locking it behind you than Apollo did for me.” And with little more than the blink of an eye, her form dissipated into shadow, the coiling tail of a serpent twisting the darkness until it too disappeared.
/end
fxllenpythia:
“Oh, but it does.” She quipped back rather happily, “I have not had to take everything I have, despite what you and the others may seek to believe.” Numerous, were the number of those who had handed over their power to further bolster her own. The book and all they offered was not all tainted. “Why should I not be confident, brother? You are in a tailspin, and the fact that you can only lecture me now is more than enough proof.” Saccharine, her tone fell, thick and sweet as honey as it dripped; lacquering each word like tar. “And yet here I stand, despite it.” Despite the inferno that her own siblings had left her to, “I have not suffered forgiveness nor mercy from you for an eternity, I certainly don’t seek it out now, nor shall I. Who exactly are you trying to convince, Uriel?”
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“You underestimate the powerful forces building up against you day after day, sister… hubris will be your downfall, as it was before and as it will be.” Uriel smiled coldly, far too tempted to tell her that knew of a way to destroy the Necronomicon. For the first time, the idea was a tempting thing. Otherwise, he knew if he got involved with the process he would lose everything… Either him or Michael would. For Uriel wouldn’t allow their younger Blessed siblings to get involved.
“Go, return to your corrupted minions, Leviathan. I tire of looking at this false face of yours. When you’re finally ripped from this small vessel and thrown back into the cage where you belong… that will be the only time I will hope to see you again.”
“Oh, but it does.” She quipped back rather happily, “I have not had to take everything I have, despite what you and the others may seek to believe.” Numerous, were the number of those who had handed over their power to further bolster her own. The book and all they offered was not all tainted. “Why should I not be confident, brother? You are in a tailspin, and the fact that you can only lecture me now is more than enough proof.” Saccharine, her tone fell, thick and sweet as honey as it dripped; lacquering each word like tar. “And yet here I stand, despite it.” Despite the inferno that her own siblings had left her to, “I have not suffered forgiveness nor mercy from you for an eternity, I certainly don’t seek it out now, nor shall I. Who exactly are you trying to convince, Uriel?”
fxllenpythia:
“Undoubtedly.” Pythia quips with ripe confidence, “I couldn’t very will bring all this about and not ensure you all received and invite to the main event now, could I?” It was inevitable. As always. Wherever Leviathan went, whatever cracks in the surface of the world she and her following created, they would find her. One way or another. Destruction would remain the only thing that ever brought the seraphim together - for war, nonetheless. An enticing display with an uncertain end. “What are you to do, Uriel? I’ve already been cast to the depths of hell and crawled my way out. Do you truly believe I could not do so again?” As long as the book remained, Leviathan would linger in the very folds of the world, forever whispering of the gifts she could offer - the power that would forever tether her to this realm.
“I daresay by now, you’d have already found a way to be rid of me and yet…” Here she stood. Centuries had passed while she pieced together each and every facet of all that would tether her to her immortal state; void of the dangers that might linger the higher she rose to power. “And yet, you hold onto empty threats in the hope you’ll find a way to stop me. How does it feel? To know you’ve fought all this time, and it will amount to nothing at all.”
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“You gathered power that does not belong to you.” Uriel shook his head. “Of course you stand there with such unwavering confidence, sister. The other choice would be to be painfully aware that there is only so much time you can spend running and desperately grasping on the strength of others for your own survival.” He scoffed. “You reek with too much arrogance, Leviathan, far too much for someone who has been unsuccessful before.” he sneered. “You are nothing but a parasite. Just as you were before, you will lose and there will be no forgiveness or mercy for what you have wrought on this world. My brethren and our allies will personally ensure it this time.”
“Undoubtedly.” Pythia quips with ripe confidence, “I couldn’t very will bring all this about and not ensure you all received and invite to the main event now, could I?” It was inevitable. As always. Wherever Leviathan went, whatever cracks in the surface of the world she and her following created, they would find her. One way or another. Destruction would remain the only thing that ever brought the seraphim together - for war, nonetheless. An enticing display with an uncertain end. “What are you to do, Uriel? I’ve already been cast to the depths of hell and crawled my way out. Do you truly believe I could not do so again?” As long as the book remained, Levithan would linger in the very folds of the world, forever whispering of the gifts she could offer - the power that would forever tether her to this realm.
“I daresay by now, you’d have already found a way to be rid of me and yet...” Here she stood. Centuries had passed while she pieced together each and every facet of all that would tether her to her immortal state; void of the dangers that might linger the higher she rose to power. “And yet, you hold onto empty threats in the hope you’ll find a way to stop me. How does it feel? To know you’ve fought all this time, and it will amount to nothing at all.”
fxllenpythia:
The ruins of the once great house lay before her, a kingdom conquered. One menial, hapless kingdom that would simply pave the way for the next. The familiarity that fluttered through her veins told Pythia quickly that she wasn’t alone - that such solitude was once again interrupted by one of her own. Brother. Such was to be expected now that hiding within the centuries no longer suited. Coming into such power with every soul offered to the Necronomicon only one more reason added to the hundreds of thousands that lacquered her intentions in ichor and poison. Onyx hues flicker over her shoulder, clocking the ancient horse-lord seraphim with a look that invoked invite, rather than indifference. Come; look. At the foolishness of their hope - their blind faith. “Were you lot looking in the right places, you’d have found me long ago.” Whether it be this face, or any of those previous. Pythia always existed, just out of reach and never too far away. “You’re all making this far too easy for me, it’s disappointing.”
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If Uriel had the other three with him in the moment, perhaps even Michael, it would be easy enough to annihilate their sister. Ayi’ig and Tiamat were not here. Perhaps the entirety of Rome would be decimated in the process, but such would be the cost of eliminating a worldwide threat. She could never take them all on face-to-face. Even with the power of the Book, they were 4 Blessed Seraphim meant to kill the Gods and their kin; Leviathan was but one fallen Seraphim and greater demon, with a few extra accessories. Yet this was precisely why Uriel knew this would be the only way he’d find her. They were both alone.
And so he could do nothing but look her in the eyes, letting every hint of his hatred show. This was beyond betrayal now; she was not like any of the other Fallen. A greater demon, an abomination meant to destroy all that made this world what it was. Perhaps the best he could get out of this was to bait her; conquest was nothing if not cunning. “You know very well what our presense means here, Leviathan. You’re aware that what you’re doing is equivalent to war with the Gods… Do you truly believe yourself invincible with some little book?”
conquestofuriel:
Time:Post plot drop stuff Location:Aftermath of the former Asphodel House Characters: @fxllenpythia & @conquestofuriel
Selene was what they called themselves now. Like Uriel, their sibling took on the essence of the sex of their vessel and it was that femininity which made Uriel see them now as his sister, though his sister had long since stopped being family. She was corrupted and vile, a monster that had to be annihilated. As it was, Uriel was not unwise enough that he would seek to challenge her right then and there on the streets of Rome. He was powerful, but she had created far more power with the help of the Necromonicron and her little coven. This was a battle that he would not be able to initiate on his own, that was why he came to the mortal realm with the other three. But neither did Uriel believe that could she wisely lay a hand on him. So the two Seraphim stood at in impasse when he finally found her looking up at her former home. The place where she’d laid a trap for them.
“You finally show your face… sister.”
The ruins of the once great house lay before her, a kingdom conquered. One menial, hapless kingdom that would simply pave the way for the next. The familiarity that fluttered through her veins told Pythia quickly that she wasn’t alone - that such solitude was once again interrupted by one of her own. Brother. Such was to be expected now that hiding within the centuries no longer suited. Coming into such power with every soul offered to the Necronomicon only one more reason added to the hundreds of thousands that lacquered her intentions in ichor and poison. Onyx hues flicker over her shoulder, clocking the ancient horse-lord seraphim with a look that invoked invite, rather than indifference. Come; look. At the foolishness of their hope - their blind faith. “Were you lot looking in the right places, you’d have found me long ago.” Whether it be this face, or any of those previous. Pythia always existed, just out of reach and never too far away. “You’re all making this far too easy for me, it’s disappointing.”
