@themosthatedbeingg

There he is in the shadows. Unnoticed by all, except for one. Dressed in regal tatters, his pallid mask hides away the blasphemous insanity of Godhood.  

He's staring at Lucifer. White buckshot eyes stared out across the vast theater, staring at Lucifer. Then, he vanishes.

There he is again, now closer than before. On stage, with the masked actors all around. None see him, no one take notice. He stands there with purpose as he stares.

Vanishing again, he’s closer now. Now in the audience, turning back to see Lucifer. That pallid mask becoming more hideous as he grows closer, imitating the face of sorrow and pain. He vanishes once more.

Now he’s here. Sitting right next to Lucifer. No guard notices, no one pays any attention. The theater grows silent, coming to a standstill. The air is dead as everyone is frozen. Time is exiled.

The stranger stars out across the grand opera, his eyes casting an emotionless gaze.

“Lightbringer. Morningstar. You have many names, as so do I.”

Three voices in one, his tone was of curiosity. Yet, something else brought him here.

@ritzy-cervidae

{ Feverishly, Roth prepared the ceremony. On his knees, he painstakingly painted the runes needed for the calling ritual. Brush in hand, Roth used blood as his paint. He doubted the man he murdered was innocent, far from it. Then again, who WAS innocent down here? }

{ Soon, Roth completed the rune. A strange symbol, forgotten by most of humanity. Decent humanity. Around the symbol, candles were lit and placed. In the center, Roth placed a parchment of paper. He burned it, using his lighter. Black smoke came from the burning. It was working. }

{ Soon, Roth knew Alastor will come for him. That scarlet Cheshire bastard fooled him into giving his soul. Roth won’t allow it. He would never allow it. He was gonna fright that bastard. Burn everything down if it meant holding onto his soul. So, so many wanted it. Gods and Succubi, but their promises or rewards were never enough. Even if it meant escaping Hell, Roth would never give it up. }

{ Soon, grabbing his book. Roth turned the pages. The book was old, once belonging to some French occultist who was driven insane. Roth tempted the same fate. Finding the passage, Roth started the incantation. }

“I CALL UPON AZATHOTH! THE SULTAN OF CHAOS! KING-OF-ALL! SEND YOUR SERVANT! WIND OF KNIVES AND BLOOD! TO GUARD ME AGAINST MY ENEMIES! MAY YOUR SERVANT DEVOUR THEIR FLESH AND SOULS!”