Post by Ryan - Loki on Apr 2, 2007 11:02:57 GMT
(OOC: Just to clarify, this thread with Loki happens after the thread with Loki and Griever within Metapha.)
Flames licked around his body, caressing the chiselled features of his perfectly carved face and his flawlessly toned torso, much in the same manor that the morning sun does upon the land as it slowly reaches up over the horizon line and hugs the land below. The fire raging erratically high and wide, the oranges, yellows and reds of the fire mimicking that of an endless and elegant, yet passionate dance. Much of the surrounding area was compiled of sharp and jagged rocks, and that which wasn’t consisted of thick molten magma. There seemed to be very little breeze within this particular level of Hell, in fact unless one mistook the waves of extreme heat for breeze there was in fact none at all, but the most amazing phenomenon was the slightly misted orange sky, if it was possible for Hell to have a sky; the finishing touches to an extremely stereotypical Hell indeed.
On the basis of appearance alone had Loki not have been present within this level of Hell, sitting upon a rather gargantuan rock throne I might add, then none who looked upon it would have, or could have ever imagined that this uninhabitable place was ever the once beautiful and tranquil paradise that he had created many moon ago. But it was, this was Loki’s level of Hell, his beautiful paradise decimated into this wasteland.
You see, much like the remaining Lord’s of Hell Loki was able to bend, shape and manipulate everything within the levels of Hell that he had command over, and with little-to-no effort too. This put bluntly meant that within his levels not only was he simply nigh-invincible but for him NOTHING was impossible; he was nothing less than a God. However, ‘Loki Almighty’ had one slight problem concerning his power to control his levels of Hell, and that was his lack of control over his higher emotions, especially ones such as his rage and all those linked to it.
Despite his Samurai upbringing where he had been taught how to hide or even discard all emotions, Loki was created from emotion in its most volatile and raw stages, and raw emotion was who he was; his greatest strength, his greatest weakness. It was his emotions that fuelled him, that made him as strong as he was, that made him WHO he was. Loki wasn’t one to shy away from his emotions, or to hide them like most people, rather he would embrace them - if sometimes unintentionally or in an uncontrollable manor - unlike his brother, whom had quite clearly stuck strongly with his past, the samurai teachings and beliefs. Ryan would conceal his emotions and even go as far as sometimes pretending as if they never existed, the exact opposite of Loki; like Loki his greatest strength, and his greatest weakness.
Whether a lack of self control over his emotions can be considered a form of imperfection would be down to the individual opinion on the matter as perfection is nothing more than an individuals state of mind, however Loki’s opinion on ANYTHING that revolved around him always, and I mean always, lead back to the same thing, and this was widely known to all who had ever come in contact with him, ESPECIALLY those who were female; bluntly put Loki believed himself to be perfection in Godly form, but to him it wasn’t something that had to be ‘believed’ but more something towards being a fact.
The parts of him that others may have seen as imperfections he saw in a totally different light, he would see them as beneficial qualities of his persona: his lack of self control over his emotions, a never-ending supply of raw inner strength. His egotistical mannerisms and general personality, ultimate confidence in himself and his abilities. The ‘X’ shape scar that he adorned across the centre of his chest that was given to him by Dimitri and the two others scars that General Demos gave to him that resided on the same place of his lower left side of his stomach, front and back, nothing more than constant reminders of what needed to be done in the future; ‘to-do lists’ were for pussies.
Up until now Loki’s level of Hell, which is supposedly the fifth level, had remained a beautiful paradise that anyway, especially a samurai from his clan, would have appreciated; it having been somewhat modelled after the home of his past, the valley of the samurai. Loki usually wasn’t one for stereotypes. Another point that differed Loki’s level of Hell from all of the rest, apart from the generally stereotypical overall appearances of them all, was the lack of dammed souls and evil that resided within it. It was generally unknown but not long after Loki had claimed this level of Hell from Natas, now his closest servant and Lord over the third level of Hell, and created his own Heaven in Hell, Loki used his colossal powers to shut his level off from the rest of Hell. This meant that not only could no one enter or look into his level, but once inside no one could leave either, the only exceptions being with Loki’s permission; Loki strongly believed that Lucifer would keep too close of a watch on him through fear of his power.
However, all things aside the dramatic change in Loki’s level of Hell had a reason behind it, his lack of control over his emotions - as mentioned earlier. You see due to him having been created by raw emotions, and raw emotion being what drives him, unlike the other Lords of Hell Loki’s emotion was also linked to his manipulation of his levels. Much like a mood ring is supposedly meant to change different colours to represent that particular persons current mood, so would Loki’s level of Hell in the same way. If he was calm and collective, which oddly enough was more often than probably perceived of him, then his level of Hell remained in its beautiful settings of the valley of the samurai, if Loki was feelings emotions of extreme depression then it would shape and morph into a artic wasteland or a black abyss, and if he was filled with pure unadulterated rage then it would turn into a heat-filled wasteland, covered in magma and the burning fires of Hell that didn’t even come close to representing his rage; much like now.
“DAMN IT ALL!” Loki bellowed out, his booming voice echoing throughout a seemingly endless wasteland. His voice was only drowned out by the sound of his fist crashing through the rock armrest of his throne, the rock of the armrest instantly turning to dust under the sheer pressure but re-materializing no more than a few seconds later. “I hate being trapped in my own domain…I need to recover before I leave again, or at least be slightly more careful to avoid confrontation if I do leave.” he scowled as he finished speaking, hardly believing the blasphemy he was uttering. Standing from his throne Loki turned round and with a echoing roar he booted the throne, pieces of broken rubble flying in almost all directions. “How the HELL am I supposed to carry out my plans while hindered with this damn technicality?! Gah, Natas get in here NOW!” He screamed out.
Within a matter of seconds s swirling black blur appeared directly in front of Loki, it quickly forming into Natas’ tall and slender figure. “You called?” Natas asked, his sharp and somewhat weasly sounding voice breaking the air.
“Yes, I did call.” Loki quickly replied, his voice now slightly more calm. The fire that surrounding both him and the surrounding are had dimmed down somewhat in representation of this. “I can’t leave Hell until I’ve recovered-”
“And why is that then?” Natas interrupted, his shining white slits that he used as eyes squinted slightly as he looked on at his master.
Turning away from Natas Loki took a few steps away as he began to talk. “After my battle with the Kings of Lavertia, Bedoe and General Demos I was wounded and died, but because I’m a Lord of Hell I cannot die and go to Hell because I own it. Instead I was brought back to life but my abilities and powers were partially drained away from me to do so. I had almost completely regained power when I came across some arsehole by the name of Griever in Metapha, and that battle drained me again, so until they are fully restored to me I don’t have very much power outside of my own domain.” Loki finished, turning back towards Natas. “And never interrupt me again Natas…I allow you to exist because you’re not completely worthless to me, do not waste that worth away.”
Natas bowed his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it master.” somehow he couldn’t but grin as he spoke, almost as if he enjoyed pushing Loki’s boundaries. “So our plans are on hold I gather?”
“Yes, for now they…are…” Loki had lost all sense of his conversation with Natas, as he began to look around in all directions. “Can you hear that Natas? Can you feel that, that darkness?”
“Feel the darkness? Master, if I had eyebrows I’d be lifting one in confusion at you right now. Are you sure you’re completely sane at the moment?”
Still not completely listening to Natas Loki waved his hand, his rock throne materializing one again. “Get out of here Natas.”
“Then I shall continue my quest.” and with a slight bow of his had Natas’ body swirled and vanished from sight.
Loki continued to look around for a few seconds before a smirk appeared across his face and he seemingly didn’t seem to care much about what he had been babbling on about just moments before. Resting his arms upon the rests of his throne Loki shifted his bodyweight about somewhat to get slightly more comfortable as he softly spoke. “Why don’t you come out of the shadows… ”
Flames licked around his body, caressing the chiselled features of his perfectly carved face and his flawlessly toned torso, much in the same manor that the morning sun does upon the land as it slowly reaches up over the horizon line and hugs the land below. The fire raging erratically high and wide, the oranges, yellows and reds of the fire mimicking that of an endless and elegant, yet passionate dance. Much of the surrounding area was compiled of sharp and jagged rocks, and that which wasn’t consisted of thick molten magma. There seemed to be very little breeze within this particular level of Hell, in fact unless one mistook the waves of extreme heat for breeze there was in fact none at all, but the most amazing phenomenon was the slightly misted orange sky, if it was possible for Hell to have a sky; the finishing touches to an extremely stereotypical Hell indeed.
On the basis of appearance alone had Loki not have been present within this level of Hell, sitting upon a rather gargantuan rock throne I might add, then none who looked upon it would have, or could have ever imagined that this uninhabitable place was ever the once beautiful and tranquil paradise that he had created many moon ago. But it was, this was Loki’s level of Hell, his beautiful paradise decimated into this wasteland.
You see, much like the remaining Lord’s of Hell Loki was able to bend, shape and manipulate everything within the levels of Hell that he had command over, and with little-to-no effort too. This put bluntly meant that within his levels not only was he simply nigh-invincible but for him NOTHING was impossible; he was nothing less than a God. However, ‘Loki Almighty’ had one slight problem concerning his power to control his levels of Hell, and that was his lack of control over his higher emotions, especially ones such as his rage and all those linked to it.
Despite his Samurai upbringing where he had been taught how to hide or even discard all emotions, Loki was created from emotion in its most volatile and raw stages, and raw emotion was who he was; his greatest strength, his greatest weakness. It was his emotions that fuelled him, that made him as strong as he was, that made him WHO he was. Loki wasn’t one to shy away from his emotions, or to hide them like most people, rather he would embrace them - if sometimes unintentionally or in an uncontrollable manor - unlike his brother, whom had quite clearly stuck strongly with his past, the samurai teachings and beliefs. Ryan would conceal his emotions and even go as far as sometimes pretending as if they never existed, the exact opposite of Loki; like Loki his greatest strength, and his greatest weakness.
Whether a lack of self control over his emotions can be considered a form of imperfection would be down to the individual opinion on the matter as perfection is nothing more than an individuals state of mind, however Loki’s opinion on ANYTHING that revolved around him always, and I mean always, lead back to the same thing, and this was widely known to all who had ever come in contact with him, ESPECIALLY those who were female; bluntly put Loki believed himself to be perfection in Godly form, but to him it wasn’t something that had to be ‘believed’ but more something towards being a fact.
The parts of him that others may have seen as imperfections he saw in a totally different light, he would see them as beneficial qualities of his persona: his lack of self control over his emotions, a never-ending supply of raw inner strength. His egotistical mannerisms and general personality, ultimate confidence in himself and his abilities. The ‘X’ shape scar that he adorned across the centre of his chest that was given to him by Dimitri and the two others scars that General Demos gave to him that resided on the same place of his lower left side of his stomach, front and back, nothing more than constant reminders of what needed to be done in the future; ‘to-do lists’ were for pussies.
Up until now Loki’s level of Hell, which is supposedly the fifth level, had remained a beautiful paradise that anyway, especially a samurai from his clan, would have appreciated; it having been somewhat modelled after the home of his past, the valley of the samurai. Loki usually wasn’t one for stereotypes. Another point that differed Loki’s level of Hell from all of the rest, apart from the generally stereotypical overall appearances of them all, was the lack of dammed souls and evil that resided within it. It was generally unknown but not long after Loki had claimed this level of Hell from Natas, now his closest servant and Lord over the third level of Hell, and created his own Heaven in Hell, Loki used his colossal powers to shut his level off from the rest of Hell. This meant that not only could no one enter or look into his level, but once inside no one could leave either, the only exceptions being with Loki’s permission; Loki strongly believed that Lucifer would keep too close of a watch on him through fear of his power.
However, all things aside the dramatic change in Loki’s level of Hell had a reason behind it, his lack of control over his emotions - as mentioned earlier. You see due to him having been created by raw emotions, and raw emotion being what drives him, unlike the other Lords of Hell Loki’s emotion was also linked to his manipulation of his levels. Much like a mood ring is supposedly meant to change different colours to represent that particular persons current mood, so would Loki’s level of Hell in the same way. If he was calm and collective, which oddly enough was more often than probably perceived of him, then his level of Hell remained in its beautiful settings of the valley of the samurai, if Loki was feelings emotions of extreme depression then it would shape and morph into a artic wasteland or a black abyss, and if he was filled with pure unadulterated rage then it would turn into a heat-filled wasteland, covered in magma and the burning fires of Hell that didn’t even come close to representing his rage; much like now.
“DAMN IT ALL!” Loki bellowed out, his booming voice echoing throughout a seemingly endless wasteland. His voice was only drowned out by the sound of his fist crashing through the rock armrest of his throne, the rock of the armrest instantly turning to dust under the sheer pressure but re-materializing no more than a few seconds later. “I hate being trapped in my own domain…I need to recover before I leave again, or at least be slightly more careful to avoid confrontation if I do leave.” he scowled as he finished speaking, hardly believing the blasphemy he was uttering. Standing from his throne Loki turned round and with a echoing roar he booted the throne, pieces of broken rubble flying in almost all directions. “How the HELL am I supposed to carry out my plans while hindered with this damn technicality?! Gah, Natas get in here NOW!” He screamed out.
Within a matter of seconds s swirling black blur appeared directly in front of Loki, it quickly forming into Natas’ tall and slender figure. “You called?” Natas asked, his sharp and somewhat weasly sounding voice breaking the air.
“Yes, I did call.” Loki quickly replied, his voice now slightly more calm. The fire that surrounding both him and the surrounding are had dimmed down somewhat in representation of this. “I can’t leave Hell until I’ve recovered-”
“And why is that then?” Natas interrupted, his shining white slits that he used as eyes squinted slightly as he looked on at his master.
Turning away from Natas Loki took a few steps away as he began to talk. “After my battle with the Kings of Lavertia, Bedoe and General Demos I was wounded and died, but because I’m a Lord of Hell I cannot die and go to Hell because I own it. Instead I was brought back to life but my abilities and powers were partially drained away from me to do so. I had almost completely regained power when I came across some arsehole by the name of Griever in Metapha, and that battle drained me again, so until they are fully restored to me I don’t have very much power outside of my own domain.” Loki finished, turning back towards Natas. “And never interrupt me again Natas…I allow you to exist because you’re not completely worthless to me, do not waste that worth away.”
Natas bowed his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it master.” somehow he couldn’t but grin as he spoke, almost as if he enjoyed pushing Loki’s boundaries. “So our plans are on hold I gather?”
“Yes, for now they…are…” Loki had lost all sense of his conversation with Natas, as he began to look around in all directions. “Can you hear that Natas? Can you feel that, that darkness?”
“Feel the darkness? Master, if I had eyebrows I’d be lifting one in confusion at you right now. Are you sure you’re completely sane at the moment?”
Still not completely listening to Natas Loki waved his hand, his rock throne materializing one again. “Get out of here Natas.”
“Then I shall continue my quest.” and with a slight bow of his had Natas’ body swirled and vanished from sight.
Loki continued to look around for a few seconds before a smirk appeared across his face and he seemingly didn’t seem to care much about what he had been babbling on about just moments before. Resting his arms upon the rests of his throne Loki shifted his bodyweight about somewhat to get slightly more comfortable as he softly spoke. “Why don’t you come out of the shadows… ”
