#darksider 2

~I’m so sorry for the late ‘gift’. I hope that it turned out alright lol. But most importantly, I hope that you’re alright!!

Archon Lucien

During his younger days, Lucien would spend most of the time within the library of the Scribe, in a similar manner to a daycare. Prior to being corrupted, he’d find himself visiting its many rooms where he used to play hide and seek with the younger angels.  

He keeps a collection of his fallen angels’ feathers hidden within the Crystal Spire. Feathers of his fallen friends and comrades.  

Despite his grandiose personality, he meditates a lot. Upon grounding himself back to reality, he’d find himself cocooned within his extra pair of wings.  He experiences a sense of tranquillity through venturing the Ivory Citadel.

The colour blue soothes him. A distant longing would generate in him when he’d observe Earth’s cerulean blue skies and oceans through the forbidden pool.

Although he possesses a general disinterest towards humanity, he is fascinated by the race’s differing cultures. Unfortunately, the library contains little information regarding the third kingdom’s lifestyles, therefore the angel would personally take hidden notes.

He has a close bond with the Ortho. The great winged beast would nuzzle his legs and the Archon would pet it and smirk at the way its mighty wings quiver with excitement. The angelic beast would mysteriously disappear following Lucien’s death.

War

Although he does not require sleep, he finds that certain Earth music trigger a calming effect on him, most notably in lullabies and ambient music. Sometimes he mumbles phrases in Nephilim during his deeper rests.

He likes the scents of flora but certain types make his nose itch and he’d have a difficult time holding in a sneeze.

He prefers large cities and citadels. Contrary to his silent demeanour, he thrives on the hustle and bustle of fast-paced lives, irrespective of the denizens’ race.

He is meticulous in the way he arranges his weapons, items and potions. They are generally assembled in a particular symmetrical pattern.  

His favourite colours are varying hues of orange and pink that resemble the early dawn and evening lights.

Phariseer

Reckless/ sleepy drunk. Mainly wallowing in his coffin and grieving about his past failures, at times forgetting that he was no longer part of the dead court, which would further intensify his depression.

He’d wander around aimlessly, grumbling at any undeads that got in his way, tripping and tumbling over minor obstacles and accidentally triggering traps.

Pretty much confined in his tomb, he’d pass the time tampering with the brakes of the elevator for hours on end, just mindlessly travelling up and down, until he either decided to slumber on the spot or retreat back to his coffin.

Instead of disabling the brakes of the elevator to prevent Death from reaching him, he’d somehow manage to accelerate the horseman’s task. In the end, there’d be no fight between the two, only a stream of garbled retorts and insults thrown at the horseman who’d only stare in bewilderment.

When it came to Interdiction, there wouldn’t be an immediate response,  and Death would have to struggle through the task of moving crates and pulling cranks on his own. When he does respond, well, his assistance would be minimal to none as he’d pretty much be dozing on the circular platform.

Judicator

Sad/ Withdrawn drunk. At first, he’d be very confused and become quieter than usual. He’d become more ponderous about the strange rush of feelings he’d be experiencing after drinking.

Passing on judgements on lost souls has never been the most exciting of tasks. Unfortunately, in his drunken state, he’d either be inappropriately cackling at the despairing souls or forget his self-appointed duty entirely.

Death would find him in one of the cages with a human soul and the Judicator would pretty much just go along with the horseman.

He’d be in denial about being intoxicated despite swaying back and forth, and ending up retreating back into the spectral dimension shortly after Death would summon him with Interdiction.

He’d be pleased with being reunited with the Pharisee and will spend most of the time attempting to banter with the dead lord, seemingly unbothered by his companion slumbering the whole time.

Basileus

Brooding/ Loud drunk. He’d be the type to have drinking contests every once in a while and ‘winning’ all the time. Unfortunately, the results are not pretty.

He’d be ranting incessantly about his past life, the mistreatment from the lord of the dead and even questioning decisions he’s made.

Despite having a high alcohol tolerance, when the effects start to take place, he’d become a pummelling raging storm, letting out his frustration and wrath on anything in his way, be they skeletal warriors or Achidna herself.

He’d have the attention span of a baby, having no recollection of how he’d end up in certain places and will rely on the other dead lords to help him remember.