Post by Ryan - Loki on Aug 12, 2008 10:45:26 GMT
(OOC: This happens thirty minutes after Mentar first spoke to Natas in the other saga thread, shortly after Dramanius returns to the group after his battle with Ryan.)
It had been some time since Natas had been in Limbo, almost seven years to be exact, and even to this day he remembered the reasons why his last visit. He had travelled there from the plains of Hell because he had learned of Lucifer’s deception, and that he had taken over Loki’s level of hell just as he died, meaning that Loki should have gone to hell as a normal soul, entering through the gates of hell that resided within limbo. This is what should have happened, but in life very few things happen as they should, and Loki never arrived in hell.
Mentar had been very little help back then, word of Loki’s demise and Lucifer’s deception not even having reached her ears at the time, but now it seemed that it was her who held the cards. It had been thirty minutes precisely since she had spoken to him, and as she had requested Natas had arrived through the gates of hell, alone.
Stepping through the fiery gates, Natas came into full view. It had been almost seven years since he had been inside hell, any part of it, and it had been even longer, hundreds of years In fact, since he had entered hell through it’s actual gates. It disgusted him to be shuffled along like a mere corrupted soul, but with Loki’s downfall came unwanted sacrifices, some of those being his and Dramanius’ domains of hell being stripped away from them, as well as the abilities they had gained from Loki, as well as being a lord of hell.
He stood just within the gates and looked around. Despite his lengthy absence everything still looked the same. It was quite stereotypical in appearance, in all fairness. Fire and brimstone everywhere, the smell of sulphur in the air, the flames of hell torturing murderers, rapist, thieves, the corrupted and sinful. It brought a nostalgic grin to the corner of Natas’ face as he remembered the centuries of fun he as a lord of hell.
Though through all the everlasting death, pain and suffering he could not see Mentar, despite the fact that it was almost impossible to overlook a large, black suit of armour. She was never late. Slowly he continued to search for her, scanning over everyone and everything he could see. Limbo stretched on as far as the eye could see, seamlessly endless.
He had been well known as a lord, and his downfall alongside Loki and Dramanius had been equally well known. It was because of this, he assumed, that he was noticing some of the lower demons giving him looks they daren’t have given him in the past; the weak daring to scowl at a fallen lord.
How dare they look at me at all! Unworthy scum… but Natas controlled himself. He knew his limitations. In his current state he could not take on all the demons within hell, not even all the demons in limbo, so for now he would allow them to look at him with disgust, he would allow them to feel that they are equal, or even better than him, for sooner rather than later the time would come for Loki’s return, and when that happened Natas would take his revenge.
(OOC2: Rob, you're up!)
It had been some time since Natas had been in Limbo, almost seven years to be exact, and even to this day he remembered the reasons why his last visit. He had travelled there from the plains of Hell because he had learned of Lucifer’s deception, and that he had taken over Loki’s level of hell just as he died, meaning that Loki should have gone to hell as a normal soul, entering through the gates of hell that resided within limbo. This is what should have happened, but in life very few things happen as they should, and Loki never arrived in hell.
Mentar had been very little help back then, word of Loki’s demise and Lucifer’s deception not even having reached her ears at the time, but now it seemed that it was her who held the cards. It had been thirty minutes precisely since she had spoken to him, and as she had requested Natas had arrived through the gates of hell, alone.
Stepping through the fiery gates, Natas came into full view. It had been almost seven years since he had been inside hell, any part of it, and it had been even longer, hundreds of years In fact, since he had entered hell through it’s actual gates. It disgusted him to be shuffled along like a mere corrupted soul, but with Loki’s downfall came unwanted sacrifices, some of those being his and Dramanius’ domains of hell being stripped away from them, as well as the abilities they had gained from Loki, as well as being a lord of hell.
He stood just within the gates and looked around. Despite his lengthy absence everything still looked the same. It was quite stereotypical in appearance, in all fairness. Fire and brimstone everywhere, the smell of sulphur in the air, the flames of hell torturing murderers, rapist, thieves, the corrupted and sinful. It brought a nostalgic grin to the corner of Natas’ face as he remembered the centuries of fun he as a lord of hell.
Though through all the everlasting death, pain and suffering he could not see Mentar, despite the fact that it was almost impossible to overlook a large, black suit of armour. She was never late. Slowly he continued to search for her, scanning over everyone and everything he could see. Limbo stretched on as far as the eye could see, seamlessly endless.
He had been well known as a lord, and his downfall alongside Loki and Dramanius had been equally well known. It was because of this, he assumed, that he was noticing some of the lower demons giving him looks they daren’t have given him in the past; the weak daring to scowl at a fallen lord.
How dare they look at me at all! Unworthy scum… but Natas controlled himself. He knew his limitations. In his current state he could not take on all the demons within hell, not even all the demons in limbo, so for now he would allow them to look at him with disgust, he would allow them to feel that they are equal, or even better than him, for sooner rather than later the time would come for Loki’s return, and when that happened Natas would take his revenge.
(OOC2: Rob, you're up!)
