Hades Styx
Dark Priest / Demented
- Messages
- 1,190
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Cypress/Ebony 15 3/4" Core of Acromantula Web and Poisonwood 15 3/5" Essence of Vampire Blood
- Age
- 1/1997
Takes place New Year's Eve, and this will be an extremely short RP. Everything here has permission from Hollace.
Tonight was the night that Hades would see the last of Hollace. He hunted down the woman like an animal she was. After watching her in her home, contractions started to occur, and then, it was time. The twins would be born soon, and he was here to take them from her. It was a deal, they would part their ways as soon as she had given the babies to him. Hades went inside the home, and he did what was necessary to keep her down and from going to the hospital. This would be a home birth. Hades whispered into the bedroom of darkness, "Shh, you need to listen to me if you want to give birth correctly. Now, follow these steps, as we cannot allow our children to be born into a world of light and pain..." As demented as Hades was, that was nothing now. He gave her the steps and then the birth process had begun.
Many hours passed...
With arms and white hands covered in blood, Hades held two bundles in his arms. A boy and a girl. Hades stared down upon them, and knew that they would need to be taken back to his home soon to be fed and washed up as well as put to rest. However, there was something else that he needed to do to ensure Hollace that they would grow up in a world without light, and that the twins were truly his and never hers. The maniac whispered their names, "Holden and Heather. I am fond of those names, aren't you, dear?" His voice mocked Hollace and he laughed softly. Though the Death Eater was not finished there. He continued on with a poem said to every infant before they are asleep. Hades knew that Hollace would enjoy listening to this:
"From night to day, the spirits shriek and scream
The children cry and sob and the unfortunate seek
The future now held is hopeless, cold and bleak
The blood spilled tonight is not what it will seem
"Zhefarovich, pure we are, we reign high and true
Kill and destroy those that stand in the way of us
Let those who fall to their hands and knees adjust
As we come forth, powerful and ready to pursue
"The unjust and the impure as they cry tonight
As we come and rip the bodies apart to relish
The sound that could make a silent night hellish.
There is nothing they can do, let them as they might.
"The arms of a mother who lost a soul sulk
The Patriarch knew this injustice must be righted
Hell welcomes the impure soul and feels delighted
to know the deaths he causes comes in bulk.
"The impure infant will never see the light again
This was right because it was merely a lapse
Tears roll down her cheeks as her body collapse
To cry as there was nothing now to attain.
"Arms torn off is nothing to what we can do,
Know this as you sleep tonight and dream of war.
Blood bathes us as we roam thinking of before
When we think that their ends were greatly overdue.
"Zhefarovichs reign in blood, flesh and the deaths.
We come forth tonight, as we raise you, young one
To do the deeds of evil and darkness until they are done.
You will grow up to take away the filth's final breaths."
The twins stared up at their father in wonder. Hades glanced over at Hollace once more, and he smirked evilly. He was finished. He intoned, "The deed is done, and you may live happily with the life you wish. No longer will I haunt you. Try to seek me out, and you will die." Hades' threat was cold and serious. He turned and he apparated from the sights of Hollace, no longer going to burden her any longer. Either she would have to somehow pick herself off of the path of darkness or she would lead to her own self destruction. Either or would be fabulous so long as Hades was not there anymore. He no longer needed her. He had what he wanted, and now, he had bigger plans to cook up, such as Anastasia. Somehow, he must figure out a way to make it so that she was no longer his weakness; even if he did enjoy it.
Tonight was the night that Hades would see the last of Hollace. He hunted down the woman like an animal she was. After watching her in her home, contractions started to occur, and then, it was time. The twins would be born soon, and he was here to take them from her. It was a deal, they would part their ways as soon as she had given the babies to him. Hades went inside the home, and he did what was necessary to keep her down and from going to the hospital. This would be a home birth. Hades whispered into the bedroom of darkness, "Shh, you need to listen to me if you want to give birth correctly. Now, follow these steps, as we cannot allow our children to be born into a world of light and pain..." As demented as Hades was, that was nothing now. He gave her the steps and then the birth process had begun.
Many hours passed...
With arms and white hands covered in blood, Hades held two bundles in his arms. A boy and a girl. Hades stared down upon them, and knew that they would need to be taken back to his home soon to be fed and washed up as well as put to rest. However, there was something else that he needed to do to ensure Hollace that they would grow up in a world without light, and that the twins were truly his and never hers. The maniac whispered their names, "Holden and Heather. I am fond of those names, aren't you, dear?" His voice mocked Hollace and he laughed softly. Though the Death Eater was not finished there. He continued on with a poem said to every infant before they are asleep. Hades knew that Hollace would enjoy listening to this:
"From night to day, the spirits shriek and scream
The children cry and sob and the unfortunate seek
The future now held is hopeless, cold and bleak
The blood spilled tonight is not what it will seem
"Zhefarovich, pure we are, we reign high and true
Kill and destroy those that stand in the way of us
Let those who fall to their hands and knees adjust
As we come forth, powerful and ready to pursue
"The unjust and the impure as they cry tonight
As we come and rip the bodies apart to relish
The sound that could make a silent night hellish.
There is nothing they can do, let them as they might.
"The arms of a mother who lost a soul sulk
The Patriarch knew this injustice must be righted
Hell welcomes the impure soul and feels delighted
to know the deaths he causes comes in bulk.
"The impure infant will never see the light again
This was right because it was merely a lapse
Tears roll down her cheeks as her body collapse
To cry as there was nothing now to attain.
"Arms torn off is nothing to what we can do,
Know this as you sleep tonight and dream of war.
Blood bathes us as we roam thinking of before
When we think that their ends were greatly overdue.
"Zhefarovichs reign in blood, flesh and the deaths.
We come forth tonight, as we raise you, young one
To do the deeds of evil and darkness until they are done.
You will grow up to take away the filth's final breaths."
The twins stared up at their father in wonder. Hades glanced over at Hollace once more, and he smirked evilly. He was finished. He intoned, "The deed is done, and you may live happily with the life you wish. No longer will I haunt you. Try to seek me out, and you will die." Hades' threat was cold and serious. He turned and he apparated from the sights of Hollace, no longer going to burden her any longer. Either she would have to somehow pick herself off of the path of darkness or she would lead to her own self destruction. Either or would be fabulous so long as Hades was not there anymore. He no longer needed her. He had what he wanted, and now, he had bigger plans to cook up, such as Anastasia. Somehow, he must figure out a way to make it so that she was no longer his weakness; even if he did enjoy it.