12-24-2019, 01:32 AM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]The whole situation between Rin and the gods left Lemy with a bitter taste in his mouth. What agitated him the most was that he was at risk of being 'cursed' and he hadn't even known about it. Rin could have fun playing Elysium's martyr all she liked; he wanted no part in it. A part of him was telling him to run away as far as he could from the place, away from these gods and personas and mortals who thought they had a chance of going up against things bigger than they were.
These were the thoughts churning in his mind when he heard Pluto's call. He paused in his step, blank blue gaze snapping onto the stranger. The demon stayed where he was, behind the gathering crowd as he listened to 'Pluto's' words. Occasionally, his eyes would wander over in the direction where Rin live or off to the side where the crowd was thinnest.
'Brethren,' the wolf had said. So this was one of Rin's so-called gods, huh? How convenient, he thought bitterly. The curse, the thing that posed the biggest threat to him, removed if he turned Rin in. The god made it sound so simple; one life for the safety of the group as a whole. It sounded like the perfect deal. But—
But—? But what? What stopped him from cheerily leading this Pluto guy to where Rin lived? Lemy knew the condition the Magna was in; she wouldn't fare well against a surprise attack in her state. But?
Lemy didn't care about her trauma or her well-meaning attempts to protect them. He wouldn't lose sleep over betraying her. Both Rin and Pluto were willing to gamble with lives to thwart each other, either knowingly or unknowingly. 'Well-meaning' or not, it didn't matter if someone ended up getting hurt. Rin, however, as far as he could tell, was mortal. He trusted that, above all else. What was stopping Pluto from going back on his word as soon as they turned her in? From killing every one of them once he'd gotten what he wanted?
Lemy had fallen for the promises and assurances of an occult creature before, only for them to spit his trust back in his face. He wouldn't fall for honeyed words and vague notions of safety anymore.
Mind set, he pushed his way through the crowd to face Pluto, confidence faltering in the face of the man. (What am I doing?) What was he supposed to do? Tell him to fuck off? What a good way to get smote. (Why am I delaying the inevitable?) Attacking him was out of the question, Lemy was a coward housecat for fuck's sake, fighting a wolf was a terrible idea.
He could distract him for now; that was all he was good for. Annoying others and getting them to go along with him was his specialty. "Those are some real convincin' words, mister," he finally said, taking a seat. Lemy watched with a tilted head and a friendly smile on his maw. "Hey, one of ya should go grab Rinny and tell her someone's here for her," he said absentmindedly to some random Elysite in the crowd.
He didn't bother checking if they listened to him or not, continuing in one breath, "I wanna know more 'bout this whole curse, like...How can ya tell if someone's leader or not? Do ya have some all-seeing eye or," he pretended to peer closer. (Fuck. Shit. What was he doing? This thing could kill him.) "did your pupils melt together to form an all-seeing pupil? Anywaysies, yeah, what if Elysium decided to abolish the leader position and start up a council or somethin'? Would ya go 'innie-minnie-mynie-mo' and the unlucky bastard you picked bites the dust? Or would everyone in the council die? What if the Elysium merged with another group? Or we got taken over?" Lemy sighed in faux disappointment. "Did ya even think 'bout that?" Blabbering on really helped mask the fact that he was currently scared shitless, he realized.
These were the thoughts churning in his mind when he heard Pluto's call. He paused in his step, blank blue gaze snapping onto the stranger. The demon stayed where he was, behind the gathering crowd as he listened to 'Pluto's' words. Occasionally, his eyes would wander over in the direction where Rin live or off to the side where the crowd was thinnest.
'Brethren,' the wolf had said. So this was one of Rin's so-called gods, huh? How convenient, he thought bitterly. The curse, the thing that posed the biggest threat to him, removed if he turned Rin in. The god made it sound so simple; one life for the safety of the group as a whole. It sounded like the perfect deal. But—
But—? But what? What stopped him from cheerily leading this Pluto guy to where Rin lived? Lemy knew the condition the Magna was in; she wouldn't fare well against a surprise attack in her state. But?
Lemy didn't care about her trauma or her well-meaning attempts to protect them. He wouldn't lose sleep over betraying her. Both Rin and Pluto were willing to gamble with lives to thwart each other, either knowingly or unknowingly. 'Well-meaning' or not, it didn't matter if someone ended up getting hurt. Rin, however, as far as he could tell, was mortal. He trusted that, above all else. What was stopping Pluto from going back on his word as soon as they turned her in? From killing every one of them once he'd gotten what he wanted?
Lemy had fallen for the promises and assurances of an occult creature before, only for them to spit his trust back in his face. He wouldn't fall for honeyed words and vague notions of safety anymore.
Mind set, he pushed his way through the crowd to face Pluto, confidence faltering in the face of the man. (What am I doing?) What was he supposed to do? Tell him to fuck off? What a good way to get smote. (Why am I delaying the inevitable?) Attacking him was out of the question, Lemy was a coward housecat for fuck's sake, fighting a wolf was a terrible idea.
He could distract him for now; that was all he was good for. Annoying others and getting them to go along with him was his specialty. "Those are some real convincin' words, mister," he finally said, taking a seat. Lemy watched with a tilted head and a friendly smile on his maw. "Hey, one of ya should go grab Rinny and tell her someone's here for her," he said absentmindedly to some random Elysite in the crowd.
He didn't bother checking if they listened to him or not, continuing in one breath, "I wanna know more 'bout this whole curse, like...How can ya tell if someone's leader or not? Do ya have some all-seeing eye or," he pretended to peer closer. (Fuck. Shit. What was he doing? This thing could kill him.) "did your pupils melt together to form an all-seeing pupil? Anywaysies, yeah, what if Elysium decided to abolish the leader position and start up a council or somethin'? Would ya go 'innie-minnie-mynie-mo' and the unlucky bastard you picked bites the dust? Or would everyone in the council die? What if the Elysium merged with another group? Or we got taken over?" Lemy sighed in faux disappointment. "Did ya even think 'bout that?" Blabbering on really helped mask the fact that he was currently scared shitless, he realized.