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letsdeadaland2025-08-16 03:29 pm
letsplayamod) wrote in letsdeadaland2025-08-16 03:29 pm
Wouldn't you like to use more than words?
The last thing you recall is likely your own death. Whether it was fast or slow, it's over now. And you're... where are you?
One moment, you were among the living. The next - you may be one of the unfortunate ones who actually died. In which case, you've found yourself flowing in the lazy rivers of the river Styx, unfathomably deep underground. Just for a moment, mind you. It's not long before your consciousness is yanked from the waters by some scary monsters, shoved into a healed body, and pushed through a portal.
Or, maybe you were caught red-handed and sentenced to your doom. But, instead of a proper death, you were whisked down into the Veins of Tartarus. And there's really only one place that could lead to... Or is it?
You've been tossed down here by the will of the Titan, but what you find is A helping hand swooping you up - possibly literally, and potentially out of the grasp of the Titan himself.
Not a moment after, you're whisked through another rift, this one a shimmering gold. Into a realm of slightly more stable platforms and a lot more shit to look through. The area is practically littered with the ill-gotten goods of a thieving God (who is happy to note via pop-up illusion that you are touching his stuff). Here, however, you are safe; assured that Typhon cannot find or hurt you here.
For the moment, you can breathe before the next part comes.
One moment, you were among the living. The next - you may be one of the unfortunate ones who actually died. In which case, you've found yourself flowing in the lazy rivers of the river Styx, unfathomably deep underground. Just for a moment, mind you. It's not long before your consciousness is yanked from the waters by some scary monsters, shoved into a healed body, and pushed through a portal.
Or, maybe you were caught red-handed and sentenced to your doom. But, instead of a proper death, you were whisked down into the Veins of Tartarus. And there's really only one place that could lead to... Or is it?
You've been tossed down here by the will of the Titan, but what you find is A helping hand swooping you up - possibly literally, and potentially out of the grasp of the Titan himself.
Not a moment after, you're whisked through another rift, this one a shimmering gold. Into a realm of slightly more stable platforms and a lot more shit to look through. The area is practically littered with the ill-gotten goods of a thieving God (who is happy to note via pop-up illusion that you are touching his stuff). Here, however, you are safe; assured that Typhon cannot find or hurt you here.
For the moment, you can breathe before the next part comes.
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Huh. I guess you did say that. [he shrugs] I was too busy trying to get under your skin to really care about anything you were saying.
Though you know what I did pick up on? And the real kicker of this whole thing?
[he leans down a bit so he can be eye level with Seymour]
That whole salvation scam? The one that you tried to force on everyone? The one that you say was never in the cards? The thing is, after your ex dumped you, there were people that stood up for you--like Leb, during the seance. Or that bloodsucker seemed pretty willing to spend time with you. You had other people that you could have turned to--I'd say almost everyone was pretty sympathetic after that trial. And you walked away from all of it, from a second chance to have it. Because that's the closest thing to actual salvation that anyone ever gets. That's the thing that makes any suffering lessen; that's what makes it bareable. Someone could even say that's what makes it worthwhile. And you ignored it and tossed it all aside.
And I've been thinkin' about that, and about this whole sad boo-hoo tragedy of yours. Because I'm betting that Mommy and Daddy really didn't love you, or if they did, they did it in a way that messed you up. But that's not any excuse, because lots of people have awful childhoods and manage not to murder other people, but I'm digressing here. All of that? That's not the real tragedy. The real tragedy of you is that you could've had salvation, or the closest anyone can get to it. And you walked away and decided to throw yourself at big, ugly and stupid because you were to busy focusing on you, you, you and your supposed pain and suffering, you narcissistic moron.
Y'know, maybe I'd have a bit of sympathy for that. If you hadn't gone and killed Aoi and me. So instead, I would just love for you to sit and think on that, and really understand how badly you've frinxed this whole thing up. Because you deserve nothing less.
[and he straightens, taking a step back]
Oh, and when we get out of here? Stay away from Aoi. That's not a request.
[With that, he's turning to walk away]