Tartarus RP Blog

//Well I’ll need to sleep now. Thank you very much for playing with me! XD

     for moment, resemblance is uncanny and muscles clench with desire to harm, fingers curling into fists. but that moment passes, and enyo realizes this is yet another of tartarus’ shades. one that bares striking resemblance to her own father. anger and loathing seeks into mind at very thought of the man. eyes light with sadistic glee at prospect of harming one so similar in appearance to him. it will not be the first time she brutalizes a mortal for unfortunate resemblance to the king. yet this will be the first time she may torment one who cannot die. 

        malevolent joy washes over her, and she turns to him, his own anticipation reflected there equally. 

     ❛     you always know  just how to please a girl. you should have                           told me you had one like this. we could have played with                           him ages ago.   ❜

"But of course, my collection is complete you know? With how many mortals die everyday, do you not think I had no copy cats? There are shades here who bore resemblance to myself even." 

Tartarus snapped his finger and immediately two obelisks sprouted from the ground on either side of the shade. The dumbfounded soul looked left and right and screamed in fear as chains shot and enveloped his wrists, creating a solid menacle, which pulled him and hoisted him up a few inches from the floor. 

        strange but exhilarating. 

        she follows him without question, knowing he’s going to lead her off to another of their magnificent games. the kind she doesn’t get to play wiht any other. she can already feel the excitement bubbling up inside her, wondering just what he has in store for them today. 

        they come to a stop, and enyo peers about, knowing this place. how often has she been here, that she knows her way to this place without even needing guidance. cerulean eyes scan over the swarm, crimson lips twisting upward in twisted glee.

        she expects to feel some lingering resentment. residual rage over that first trigger that had brought her here. but she can’t feel anything about the situation other than smug satisfaction. after all, everything that’s happened up to this point has led her to him. to this place.

That made him laugh with glee. He knew just what kind of shade he would pick. A blonde, muscular one - one bearing the likeness of a certain god king. 

"Yes! Yes you are." 

"I missed our games the most."

     ❛     well I suppose I should be flattered. not many can say the mighty                                 tartarus pined for their presence.    ❜

The room was the familiar couldron of souls. 

"Do you remember Enyo? You once picked a soul that looked like Thanatos from this pot once. Would you like a different order? If you're up for the game of course." 

"I’m missing a lot of people…" 

"So you’re the type to use fear and full command of the Moral Law while clouding the mental faculties of your subjects. Hmm. What does it speak of a ruler who has to dull his subjects’ minds for him to rule I wonder? Is it that difficult to oppress revolt with reason?" Tartarus asked, genuinely curious since he usually dealt with hard-headed and stubborn Shades with a good dose of torture. That usually fixes the problem. No escape attempts were made afterward. Since there was no such option for the upperworld, he wondered if the mortal will was that stong… 

"There can never be enough chaos - just ask Eris. Chaos exposes humanity’s base desires; and in their quest to fulfill these desires, they resort to the darkest means. I’m greedy, you see. There can never be enough shades in my realm.

"But you are right, this matter is best discussed with her," he conceded. Brent gives such diplomatic answers when he truly wants to simply say no. He carefully removed himself in his reply, stating that his daughter was already perfect so as not to offend him, and at the same time turning the concept of fate against him. 

How thrilling. 

”Hypothetically,” he began, testing the waters again, and watching the boy carefully. “If she could have an empire on earth, how would you go about helping her?” 

Oh, he knew. After a brief meeting with Eris, he had the conclusion that the meet could have been shorter. So he didn’t agree with her, but as a demigod he had nowhere near her power to go agasint her. In comparison to that, Tartarus was more approachable- just difficult but that was because he cared about Tristan excessively. Which was nice, for he was the parent who cared for her, unlike her mother and that side of her family. 

This place, though, was rather magnificent. Well, it was to Mel, and probably would be to a few others. Wait, there’s a question being directed towards her.

Really?

          Fire. Of course, he had to control fire! Olympia really needed to hit something after not anticipating that. She took a deep breath and retracted the icicle. She ran two fingers over her blade, giving it an icy coat. Wherever the blade would touch would spread ice over her enemies. Freezing them, then hitting them hard enough to shatter them like glass was her favorite thing to do. Getting near this enemy would be the hard part.

               Luckily, not too hard. She still had tricks up her sleeve.

          Olympia quickly touched her sword to the ground before raising it at him again. Slowly, through every opening in the castle, a thick fog crept through. This was one of her many new powers with the sickness— being able to not only conjure this thick mist, but also being able to become the mist itself. She took steps away from him as well, blending into the fog and letting it fill the room until everything around them was a blur. From the shadows, you could hear her gently laugh. “ Your fire won’t save you, Red One. “

Unfreezing his legs with his internal heat, he began to run and stumble, while she chased after him of course. 

As he ran, he made the torches along the hallways blaze a hundred times brighter than normal. In the realm of the Red Queen filled with Spades - fire users, this is usually the unspoken signal of distress. 

Hmph! If the enemy wanted to jump into the lion's den, then let the lions welcome her! 

As he ran, he was greeted by the numerous clanking of armor and the spine tingling sounds of swords unsheathing. 

"Quickly men!" someone shouted. 

"Down here!" The Red Knight yelled as he used the wall to support him, internally grateful at the quick response. "Intruder! Intruder in the palace! Warn everyone!"

"Intruder!" the word echoed as more feet rushed in from both ends of the hallway. 

Like he thought, the hallway was a poor battleground - not enough space, only two exits, and the next window was a couple of rooms away, far from her immediate reach. The opponent was effectively placed into stalemate. She was surrounded by red guards on all sides. 

"Well, well, whatever shall you do now?" Sheol turned toward the nameless assassin with a cocky smirk, his dagger still raised and on guard. She may be powerful on a one on one battle but she was nothing against an army. 

"General!" a man exclaimed as he ran towards the Red Knight's side. "Are you alright?" 

The Red Knight merely waved the concern away, more eager to watch the numerous expressions running across the woman's beautiful face. 

          Olympia couldn’t help but laugh. She may actually enjoy this. “ Ha! Maybe you are, maybe you are not. Maybe I have given a fumbling idiot too much credit. How could you be the great and elusive ‘Red Knight’ when you can hardly hold a weapon? “

               The White Knight lever let her guard down as she spoke. They watched each other very carefully, never giving the other an unguarded opportunity again. She silently wondered, though— what did he know about her? He was behind the scenes of a battle whereas she was always on the front lines. She decided it didn’t matter. Red Knight or not, this fool was in her way and she was taking him out.

          Being infected herself, Olympia’s magic had mutated. She had more abilities to her ice magic, but at a heavier cost. Still, if he wasn’t infected, she saw herself with the upper hand.

His eyes widened slightly at the sight of the large icicle in her palm. She was either a diamond or an infected. Either way, the castle hallways was not the ideal battleground. 

Leaping a few steps back, he created distance between them. The opponent was either confident or stupid to be displaying unnecessary movements in battle to merely mock him. 

For all intents and purposes, he hated to be underestimated but he hated underestimating his opponents even more. 

The Red Knight then discreetly heated his blade made of Jabberwocky fang until it glowed red hot, which would enable it to cleave through his opponent's weapon and armor like a knife through butter.  

He wasn't sure of his chances of victory but he was sure as hell not going to be defeated.