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Triggers: TW: Violence, gore, sexual content, more TBD

TW: Violence, gore, sexual content, more TBD

Tall marble statues stood to either side of doors made of faces of the damned, their faces frozen in agony and illuminated by the flashes of orange and red color from the flowing rivers of lava on either side. The heat was immense but didn't deter her, even if she were to fall into the pits of hell the flames could do nothing to her ethereal form. Rianne sighed, her hands clasped together in front of her tightly as she glanced between both golem guardians that stood watch. Neither one made to move though she could feel their eyes on her. If she had been a lower deity she would need to be granted entry but she was no mere goddess. Rianne, the Goddess of all that was right, of warmth and love; the embodiment of good. The first and only of her kind save for one; Malum. Golden hued eyes watched as the overly large doors began to move of their own accord, her lips pulled into a straight line as she inhaled deeply. Dust swirled around her giving evidence that no one had visited the prison in well over a millennia. She herself would not have come if it was not for the urgent matter at hand. Squaring her shoulders Rianne stepped forward once the doors came to a halting stop. A loud boom echoed through the bottom of the volcano as each side of the door locked into place. Her sandaled covered feet barely made an echo of a sound as she descended into the further depths of darkness. The further she went the less light that would be provided as she took the carved spiral steps until she herself was enveloped in nothing but pure pitch black. A snap of her finger and a halo of light began to glow around her head offering just enough light that she could see a few paces in front of her. The heat slowly was replaced with a coldness that licked at her skin, as if the air itself was trying to drain her body of it's warmth. blankspace

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11:36

The second door she came upon was just the size of a man, it's doors intricately carved with protection runes that kept it's prisoner locked inside securely. Releasing her hands Rianne manifested a golden dagger and sliced across her palm. Golden ichor poured forth from the wound and trickled down to the floor as she turned her palm and placed it flat against the center of the door. She muttered a spell in a long forgotten language and within several heartbeats each rune began to glow as bright as the sun before the stone door began to rise. She could hear the sound of chains rattling and her heart nearly rose in her throat as she stared down at the wound on her hand as it slowly began to close. She hadn't wanted to come here, the ache in her heart evident of that fact as she stepped inside the small prison cell. Her eyes instantly following the movement and seeking out the source of her heart ache and perhaps her salvation... If he would agree. "Malum."

11:36

@viper392

The slight rattle of a chain could be heard as the figure on the other side of the bars raised his head. Multiple chains held the man in place and two massive stone blocks contained his hands to prevent him from using his devilish powers. The man was as pale as snow from years in complete darkness and his long black hair was draped over his face like a sheet over a dead body. But even though he looked the part, Malum was far from dead, the fire inside him still burned with rage, greed, lust, and all the things that made this world a terrible place, and his bright red eyes made this fact known. Malum was the God of Evil, the embodiment of all things wrong with the world and as such his entire existence since the day he was created consisted of countless evil deeds. Murder, Torture, Prejudice, Genocide, War, all fell under Malum’s usual activities and he did it all with a big smile on his face. The same one that snaked across his face as he gazed up at Rianne. “Rianne~” Malum said in a singsongy tone of voice. “So good to see you…” The Immortal Tyrant said with a devilish chuckle.

13:37

@enchantednymph

'Rianne~' The melodic way Malum spoke her name was like a caress against the inner workings of her heart though her face gave nothing away as she stopped within arms reach of the bars that separated them. The protective measures that had been put into place to keep Malum from escaping had all been of her creation with the help of a blacksmith. Each chain enchanted much like the thick slabs of stone that kept his hands from using his power. She took all of him in, the faint light from the glowing halo barely letting much to be discovered. Rianne wouldn't need to see them, the images of when he had first been locked beneath the volcano . She had betrayed him and had to live with it ever since. He chuckled and she tensed ever so slightly, her hands tucking behind her as the last sliver of the wound she had caused sealed shut. Those red eyes; even beneath the hair that hid him glowed with an intensity that she felt in the very center of her being. Whether it was longing, regret or something else entirely Rianne couldn't put them into words as she closed her own golden rayed orbs, the faint glow behind her eyes becoming brighter at the fluctuations of her emotions. He had always been able to get beneath her skin, even now it was very much the case after millennia apart. Instead of giving in she simply shut down her emotions, her face becoming a blank slate before she spoke. "You look well...considering." Her nails tapped against her wrist behind her back as she moved closer to get a better look at him, the brightness of the halo increasing with each tap. "Do you regret it?" She asked, the question slipping from her tongue before she could think better of it. That was not why she was here... She needed to focus and not reopen an old wound.

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13:54

@viper392

Malum’s light chuckles quickly turned into intense maniacal laughter that echoed throughout the cell and made the chains that bound the immortal tyrant rattle ever so slightly. Malum continued laughing for a whole minute as if he were unleashing years of pent up emotions, finding it amusing that after all this time that Rianne still held him close enough to her heart for him to hurt her. The God of Evil never understood how that even after centuries of existence his counterpart could be so hopelessly naive, he’d expected her to at least hide her pain a little better after all this time but it seems Rianne hadn’t changed at all. After it seemed like Malum’s laughing fit would never end he suddenly stopped and looked his former partner dead in the eye, his bright red spheres locking with her gentle golden orbs and piercing through his long dirty locks of black hair. “I regret nothing darling…” he finally said in a low serious tone, “But that’s not why you’re here is it? You wouldn’t come all this way just to ask me that” The mad celestial stated plainly, he knew this was the last place Rianne would come willingly. Therefore she must need him for something, and it must be a real threat if the Goddess of Good and the lower Deities can’t handle it. They must be very desperate if they need to enlist the help of the God of Evil himself, at the moment the immortal tyrant could care less what big problem Rianne was faced with, all Malum wanted to know was how he could best use this to his advantage.

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@enchantednymph

She flinched at the sound of his laughter, her mind and heart swirling with a multitude of emotions and thoughts that were better left unsaid. Her grip tightened on her wrists to the point of near pain as his laughter continued on for what felt like an eternity though in truth was but a few moments in time. Rianne had asked something she shouldn't, and by doing so had given a glimpse into her psyche to the being that should not have been made aware and there was nothing she could do to take it back. He'd said he hadn't regretted it, but she had. Despite the thousands upon thousands of mortal men that had lost their lives at the hand of his careless chaos she regretted locking him here even if it had been necessary for the greater good. She had regrets, but she would not let it show. Instead Rianne focused on bottling up and trapping all those things that riddled her, pushing them far to the back of her mind as a sense of coolness traveled over her body. Like a soft fall breeze it swirled around her until her mind was no longer plagued by thoughts of the past. It was true, she'd had a moment of weakness at seeing his current state but not again. She needed to focus, and as his question came she sucked in a breath, her eyes narrowing as she continued to observe him. blankspace

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04:54

"No, it is not why I have come all the way here." There was no beating around the bush with Malum, already she could see the calculations swirling behind his eyes as he waited for her answer. "The Creator..." The name whispered from her lips as if she were afraid that the name itself would evoke something unspeakable. "Has forsaken all that he has created. Wars rage on, plagues have descended upon the mortal soil with no end in sight and signs have come to pass that it will soon transcend to the heavens." She watched Malum closely; already she knew he wouldn't care for the mortals yet, she had needed to put them first. Always had and likely always would. "He intends to wipe everything out of existence..."

04:54

@viper392

“Why should I help you after what you’ve done to me?” Malum asked with a sneer, “Besides, how do I know if we succeed that you won’t just imprison me again?” Malum was rotten to the core but he wasn’t stupid, he understood that if the human world was destroyed there would be no good nor evil, just a desolate rock with nothing to create or destroy. Though he’d killed and tortured thousands of people Malum knew that their suffering gave him his power, every tear shed and drop of blood spilled fueled his existence. Therefore the god of Evil understood that if he sat idly by he’d simply be trading one prison for another, but he needed to be sure Rianne wouldn’t betray him again, at least for now. The god of Evil remembered the day he was imprisoned more vividly than he cared to admit, he remembered the very long battle between himself and the goddess of Good. It was a hard fought battle but in the end even the God of Evil himself was no match for Rianne and her allies. The humans and lower deities adored and worshiped her, even building statues and temples dedicated to her, so it was no wonder reinforcements came from far and wide to assist her in her darkest hour when Malum threatened to besiege the world in a cloud of darkness and rule over the earth as an immortal tyrant. Malum vividly remembered crashing into the earth’s surface laying defeated in a pool of his own blood. Suddenly, shadows descended upon the fallen god, beating and stabbing Malum while they bound him in the chains specifically forged to disable and weaken him further. He remembered begging for mercy as he was violently dragged up the volcano he was to be imprisoned in, knocking his head on every jagged rock on the way up.

16:48

By the time he’d reached the top Malum couldn’t even speak as his jaw had been completely shattered along with every other bone in his body and his throat had been cut open, all he could do was look at Rianne, his eyes pleading and begging for mercy that would never come as he was hurled into the depths of the volcano.

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@enchantednymph

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