Underworld.
The Underworld was a barren landscape, full of rocky trails and crags. Most of the time it was deathly quiet, apart from the rushing of the rivers, and the occasional moaning of a displaced or "lost' soul, or even Hades" anger which tended to be focused on the nearest person, and ended with everyone suffering. Today was an exception, for once his anger was tucked away into a secluded room, and directed at a singular person.
"You want to do WHAT?"
The words were roared, and the bleak grey stone walls of the singular, circular room trembled with the might of his voice. His eyes, bright blue like the hottest part of a fire, narrowed dangerously on the woman that stood before him. Who didn't even shrink back when he stood, and stalked her way.
"Not that I want to. I already am. I'm done. I'm done with the death, the violence, and dealing nothing but sorrow and misery. I want something more out of my existence."
There's a defiant lilt in her voice, a wild spark of dangerous bravery in those ice blue hues of hers. Silver locks that come to a stop just past her hips, swing as she tilts her head up to stare the Ruler of the Underworld down. Which was hard, given the fact that he towered over her unimposing five feet and four inches, at nearly seven feet, with a body that was built like a trunk, and rippled with muscles.
"I will give you one chance to rethink those words and change your mind. Things will not go well for you if you decide to stick to your reckless decision."
There's barely contained anger in his voice, and underlying threat of unpleasantries should she be stupid and charge forth with this frame of mind. There's the slightest shift in her gaze towards the shadows of his chair, and the woman that lurked there. Clad in black, with skin as pale as moonlight, and long back hair the color of the midnight sky. Goddess of the night, daughter of Chaos, and" well her Mother.. Or something along those lines, as she was a creation, brought forth by willpower and manipulation of energy. She was the woman behind it. There's a brief cloud of sadness that darkens her features, before it is gone. There's a following glance given to the portal that rests on the other side of the chair that doesn't linger. She rolls her shoulders, squares them, and returns her gaze to Hades and his hulking form.
Her attention lingers on him for a moment, before she bows her head, and holds her hands up, palms towards the ceiling as if in some kind of offering. Under her breath she murmurs a single word. Katastrof?. Immediately after, there's a short blade that appears in her hands, covered in a scabbard made of leather and wood, worn heavily from the years, with a blade and pommel both made of bronze, with the latter inlaid with mother of pearl, and beautifully sculpted.
"My decision still stands. I am done. I no longer wish to bring about death and destruction. To fuel wars that end in nothing but ashes and rubble, to inspire witch hunts, or another group such as the Nazi's and genocide. I am tired of the death. I want life. I want to experience the world in ways that I never have."
Her words are firm, and she's surprised that she as allowed to even finish them. Why' Because seconds later, he exploded with a rage filled roar, and a wash of fire and heat, flames bluer than blue, so hot she could almost feel the pain of a burn. And still she held her position, head bowed, sword offered to him, until he grabbed at the sword, and savagely flung it aside. It hit the wall with a clang, and clattered to the ground, completely unharmed, scabbard and all despite the force it had been thrown with.
Swiftly, the hand that had taken the sword, found its way around her neck, not tight enough to strangle her yet but to serve more as a guidance as he backed her up against the nearest curve of stone wall. It was there, that he kept her pinned by his hand alone, but she wasn't making any move to fight him. Not yet. He leans in close, his face mere inches from hers.
"Gods do not just quit. It upsets the balance of world, leaves it off kilter. We all have our places. And. We. Do. Our. JOBS."
The last word was snarled loudly, accented by the sudden jerk forward of her body by the neck, and the crack of her head against the stone wall as he slammed her back against it. Finally, there was a response, a whimper as her ears rang, and her vision swam blurrily before her, decorated with spinning dots and starbursts of pin-pick lights. She knew this wasn't going to be easy. She gives a snarl of her own, that rumbles deep in her chest.
"It's not like my Mother dearest can't make another me. Or someone...To take my place. I am nothing but energy' a creation given a purpose that I no' longer wish to have. Get the hell over it."
Then before he can respond, she does two things. Her head jerks forward, her forehead connecting with his nose, and bringing a fresh wave of dots and starburst lights. Meanwhile her hands came up to grab at his shoulders, while she drove a knee into his groin. Even as a God, that hurt. He drops with a groan to his knees.
She has maybe seconds to move, so she did just that, scrambling around his groaning form. There's a glance towards her mother, then her sword, before she flings out a hand.
"Katastrof?!"
Bidden by it's name, the sword flies for her outstretched fingers, without hesitations she takes it in her hand, frees it from the scabbard. The blade is shaped like a long slender leaf, the color of bronze, and wicked sharp with a thin raised line of support down the center. There's a wild glance shot towards the portal now, but before she has a chance to move, a burning hot vice grip closes around the wrist of the hand that held the scabbard, and squeezes, grinding the bones together painfully. Instinct takes over. She twists in his grasp quicker than a rabbit fleeing danger, and thrusts with her sword....and buries it in his gut up to the hilt. The grasp on her wrist goes slack with shock that echoes plain as day on her face.
As much as she'd like to process the fact that she just stabbed the ruler of the Underworld in the gut, she rocks back unsteadily, and brings a leg up to shove him back off the blade. Without a word she twists, and bolts for the portal. His unhappy growl and thundering footfall followed a couple seconds later. She's almost there. Steps away from hurtling herself into the unknown, when there's a sudden jerk, a fist that grasps at the end of those long tangled silver locks of hers. She twists around with her back to the portal. Pulls against him to no avail.
In one last ditch effort she brings her sword up in an arch to sever her hair from the rest wrapped in his fist. The momentum of her leaning back, pulling away from him, and having that support suddenly gone, has her stumbling backwards" and right into the portal she had been trying to get to. There's the echo of another roar that follows her, before she's swallowed up by suffocating absolute blackness .
The Underworld was a barren landscape, full of rocky trails and crags. Most of the time it was deathly quiet, apart from the rushing of the rivers, and the occasional moaning of a displaced or "lost' soul, or even Hades" anger which tended to be focused on the nearest person, and ended with everyone suffering. Today was an exception, for once his anger was tucked away into a secluded room, and directed at a singular person.
"You want to do WHAT?"
The words were roared, and the bleak grey stone walls of the singular, circular room trembled with the might of his voice. His eyes, bright blue like the hottest part of a fire, narrowed dangerously on the woman that stood before him. Who didn't even shrink back when he stood, and stalked her way.
"Not that I want to. I already am. I'm done. I'm done with the death, the violence, and dealing nothing but sorrow and misery. I want something more out of my existence."
There's a defiant lilt in her voice, a wild spark of dangerous bravery in those ice blue hues of hers. Silver locks that come to a stop just past her hips, swing as she tilts her head up to stare the Ruler of the Underworld down. Which was hard, given the fact that he towered over her unimposing five feet and four inches, at nearly seven feet, with a body that was built like a trunk, and rippled with muscles.
"I will give you one chance to rethink those words and change your mind. Things will not go well for you if you decide to stick to your reckless decision."
There's barely contained anger in his voice, and underlying threat of unpleasantries should she be stupid and charge forth with this frame of mind. There's the slightest shift in her gaze towards the shadows of his chair, and the woman that lurked there. Clad in black, with skin as pale as moonlight, and long back hair the color of the midnight sky. Goddess of the night, daughter of Chaos, and" well her Mother.. Or something along those lines, as she was a creation, brought forth by willpower and manipulation of energy. She was the woman behind it. There's a brief cloud of sadness that darkens her features, before it is gone. There's a following glance given to the portal that rests on the other side of the chair that doesn't linger. She rolls her shoulders, squares them, and returns her gaze to Hades and his hulking form.
Her attention lingers on him for a moment, before she bows her head, and holds her hands up, palms towards the ceiling as if in some kind of offering. Under her breath she murmurs a single word. Katastrof?. Immediately after, there's a short blade that appears in her hands, covered in a scabbard made of leather and wood, worn heavily from the years, with a blade and pommel both made of bronze, with the latter inlaid with mother of pearl, and beautifully sculpted.
"My decision still stands. I am done. I no longer wish to bring about death and destruction. To fuel wars that end in nothing but ashes and rubble, to inspire witch hunts, or another group such as the Nazi's and genocide. I am tired of the death. I want life. I want to experience the world in ways that I never have."
Her words are firm, and she's surprised that she as allowed to even finish them. Why' Because seconds later, he exploded with a rage filled roar, and a wash of fire and heat, flames bluer than blue, so hot she could almost feel the pain of a burn. And still she held her position, head bowed, sword offered to him, until he grabbed at the sword, and savagely flung it aside. It hit the wall with a clang, and clattered to the ground, completely unharmed, scabbard and all despite the force it had been thrown with.
Swiftly, the hand that had taken the sword, found its way around her neck, not tight enough to strangle her yet but to serve more as a guidance as he backed her up against the nearest curve of stone wall. It was there, that he kept her pinned by his hand alone, but she wasn't making any move to fight him. Not yet. He leans in close, his face mere inches from hers.
"Gods do not just quit. It upsets the balance of world, leaves it off kilter. We all have our places. And. We. Do. Our. JOBS."
The last word was snarled loudly, accented by the sudden jerk forward of her body by the neck, and the crack of her head against the stone wall as he slammed her back against it. Finally, there was a response, a whimper as her ears rang, and her vision swam blurrily before her, decorated with spinning dots and starbursts of pin-pick lights. She knew this wasn't going to be easy. She gives a snarl of her own, that rumbles deep in her chest.
"It's not like my Mother dearest can't make another me. Or someone...To take my place. I am nothing but energy' a creation given a purpose that I no' longer wish to have. Get the hell over it."
Then before he can respond, she does two things. Her head jerks forward, her forehead connecting with his nose, and bringing a fresh wave of dots and starburst lights. Meanwhile her hands came up to grab at his shoulders, while she drove a knee into his groin. Even as a God, that hurt. He drops with a groan to his knees.
She has maybe seconds to move, so she did just that, scrambling around his groaning form. There's a glance towards her mother, then her sword, before she flings out a hand.
"Katastrof?!"
Bidden by it's name, the sword flies for her outstretched fingers, without hesitations she takes it in her hand, frees it from the scabbard. The blade is shaped like a long slender leaf, the color of bronze, and wicked sharp with a thin raised line of support down the center. There's a wild glance shot towards the portal now, but before she has a chance to move, a burning hot vice grip closes around the wrist of the hand that held the scabbard, and squeezes, grinding the bones together painfully. Instinct takes over. She twists in his grasp quicker than a rabbit fleeing danger, and thrusts with her sword....and buries it in his gut up to the hilt. The grasp on her wrist goes slack with shock that echoes plain as day on her face.
As much as she'd like to process the fact that she just stabbed the ruler of the Underworld in the gut, she rocks back unsteadily, and brings a leg up to shove him back off the blade. Without a word she twists, and bolts for the portal. His unhappy growl and thundering footfall followed a couple seconds later. She's almost there. Steps away from hurtling herself into the unknown, when there's a sudden jerk, a fist that grasps at the end of those long tangled silver locks of hers. She twists around with her back to the portal. Pulls against him to no avail.
In one last ditch effort she brings her sword up in an arch to sever her hair from the rest wrapped in his fist. The momentum of her leaning back, pulling away from him, and having that support suddenly gone, has her stumbling backwards" and right into the portal she had been trying to get to. There's the echo of another roar that follows her, before she's swallowed up by suffocating absolute blackness .