[a ̴̟̀b̶̬̾r̸̬͝o̸̩̓t̵̞̋h̸̡̎e̵͓̓r̵̠̎ chained]

[Lombard]

It was almost like he was back in Atmos again, studying the Laws of Reality alongside his brothers and sisters. But he isn't, he's here, trapped in this endless maze that stood as a beacon of all that was Maltziel. The angel winced once more, then he rises- Like a shadow stretching out, he grows in height and is soon a giant of darkness, tall and willowy.

"He put me here, didn't he? Yes, yes. He puts all of the things he's ashamed of here, locking them away where none can escape. His personal dimension.
Whatever are you doing here, mortals?"

"...If you worship me, then just maybe I will show you the way out. Or perhaps I will keep you here for entertainment until the end of days."

"It's been well over a century since he's been bound.

But the thought of matching his solitude and banishment oft keeps me up at night. It warps the saddest of my dreams, turns them static and dim.

I feel it so very close. Like his hushed weeping is a beck that pulls from afar, making tugs at each of my shoulders... seeking to rip me in half out of whim.

I want to see him, Uncle Nidaz.
I want to learn what he has to say."

Character Name: Lazav pyr Docro/Ace of Hearts

Attendees: Approached ICly. Friends of Lazav, Pauper and the Family.
Tone: Wicked, Twisted, Dual, Post-Religious, Ethically bleak.
Risk: Quite the COD

DM: unknown; looking.

"...My name?"

The figure strikes a pose immediately.
It's comedical, even, the way he smirked with his face tilted to the side.
Perhaps he's trying to impress his new guests,
given they're the first in a long time
that have been able to endure the excess magical pressure the fallen one gave off.
It's been so long since he's had good company.
And he's clearly not good at it.

"Ḿ̴̨̞͉͉̻̦̠̰̬̥̲̞̥̜͈̪̤̩̈́͂͒̑͑̿̎͘ͅͅA̷̢̛̛̹̼̖̗͈͎̳̭͋̂̈́͐̈́͂̈͗͊̎͂̇͋͋̈́̿̾̂͠Ŕ̶̨̹̯͔̘̮̩͓̼̻̟̆́̄͜D̸̝̼̪̥̹̝͓͉̖̈̓͒́͂̑̇́̎̏̉͝Ȗ̴͉͎͔̬̐̐̾̽̓̃́̄̕͝ͅK̵̛̳̣͇̙͔̪̅͐͊͐͂͒́̏̈̏̕... After I lost my wings, that was the name I chose for myself, yes...--"

[TheHopscotch]

done lol