forum The King Welcomes You~ Revive (Group RP, Closed, Mature, DEAD)

Started November 06, 2021 by @Serpentess health_and_safety language

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(Sorry about taking so long. It was a surprisingly busy day)
(I’m still unsure if On’nyosh is a god or just a god-like being, but nonetheless)

On’nyosh groggily woke, running a hand down his face before slowly moving to sit up. Why did he feel like a giant had beat his head into a wall for hours? Fuck, he didn’t remember drinking that much.

On’nyosh glanced up at his window and noticed a large draconic eye staring at him. All the memories of recent events came rushing back into his head.

“The fuck you looking at, you goddamn peeping dragon?”On’nyosh snapped at Boromaxus.

The dragon snorted, glancing over to the side. On’nyosh followed his gaze and saw Vē'Êtherñøth unconscious next to him. What had he missed?

“So, I know I passed out. Did she come in and do something to me? And were you watching, you fucking perv?”On’nyosh asked.

Boromaxus huffed.

“She healed you,”he said, though it seemed like he was holding something back.

On’nyosh sighed and waved dismissively at him. The window curtain shut. He paused in confusion and Boromaxus grunted in surprise.

“Was that you?”On’nyosh asked.

“No,”Boromaxus’ voice replied.

On’nyosh narrowed his eyes in bewilderment, glancing at the still unconscious she-demon next to him. No way it was her.

“You’re fucking with me.”

“Jester, I would rather eat you than toy with you,”Boromaxus snorted.

“Good point,”On’nyosh replied, chuckling.

Out of curiosity, On’nyosh waved his hand again to see if the curtain would open. It did. He stared blankly, and Boromaxus seemed even more confused.

“I fucking did that. How? Wait a minute… where the fuck did my fucking hangover go?”On’nyosh gasped.

He truly wondered where the migraine had gone. He felt absolutely fine, and everything tingled with energy. He wanted to run, to dance, to… why was he so fucking hyper now?

“Fuck off,”he abruptly said to Boromaxus, shutting the curtain and window with a wave of his hand. A growl echoed through the walls, the shadow of Boromaxus’ head quickly vanishing.

On’nyosh stood and stretched, then decided to change into his traveling outfit, just because he could. He also took out his braid, letting his long, thick, wavy hair cascade down his shoulders without care. He put his armor, jester’s outfit, and beloved hat to the side, grabbing a canteen of wine stashed in a pocket of the jester’s outfit.

Taking a swig, On’nyosh noticed the horn he had used to call Boromaxus with. He grinned, snatched it, and put it back in the chest, shutting the hatch and concealing it again.

On’nyosh skipped back to his bedroom, pausing at the threshold when he realized how cheery he was. When was the last time he had been in this sort of happy mood? He felt like a child again, running free.

“Well, that explains it. I was six when I ran away from home. And now that feeling of freedom has returned. Fuck, I love this! I have no idea what it is, but I fucking love it anyway!”he said, waving his arms dramatically.

He set down his canteen, starting to whistle, then remembered Vē'Êtherñøth was still on his floor. He looked down at her, pausing to admire her for a moment, then gently picked her up and laid her on his bed.

Sitting down next to her, On’nyosh stared at Vē'Êtherñøth for a long moment, burning the image of her naked body sprawled on his bed into his brain. His cheeks grew hot, and not from embarrassment.

A thought then came to him and he grinned. Oh, Cass. My lovely Cass, he mentally called in a singsong voice.

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Tiamat sensed the change in On’nyosh. He was an immortal now, and powerful. That could become a problem.

Tiamat considered using Boromaxus as a weapon, but decided to continue spying. The storm covered the entire kingdom, but it wanted to make sure nothing would go wrong. Using Boromaxus could potentially alert the others, and disrupt its plans.

(Cheerfuly smiling Wow… this has gotten terrifying!)

Radiant gets up slowly, knowing something in the castle has changed much… but she can't figure out what. The most major difference is the ancient red Boromaxus sitting on the roof of the castle. Quickly and quietly, she steals up to him, landing beside him and smiling at what she's about to do.

"Hey, Boromaxus!" she shouts up at his head, which is quite a bit higher up than she is.

(Lmao! Yes, the goofy and hedonistic God of Whores has been born, lmao! Though, whether it’s literal or figurative is questionable, grin)
(That title was total improv by the way, lmao!)

Boromaxus lounged on the roof, quite comfortable despite his boredom. Though, when Radiant appeared, his moment was ruined. He turned to glare down at Radiant.

“What, archangel? I am an ally, an acquaintance of your annoyingly brilliant jester,”he growled, his tone harsh and arrogant.

(Lol! Probably literal…)
(I love it though!)

"Yes, I know Boromaxus. You've always been the friend of our charming jester." she replies, laughing.

"But… I'm sure you know what's happened to said jester," she adds. "And I need to know something. Did Vē'Êtherñøth do something to On'nyosh? As in, did she try and heal him in any unusual way?"

She watches Boromaxus closely, to better gauge his reaction.

(Lol! I think it’s stuck now. He’s the God of Whores, lmao!)

“Charming indeed. He is barely tolerable, but skillful nonetheless.”

Boromaxus narrowed his eyes at Radiant, huffing and tensing up. Radiant’s question seemed to hit a nerve.

“Why? Why should I answer you, particularly when you have not offered payment for my answer?”he growled.

She sighs. "Yes, that is true…"

She nods at his reaction, immediately knowing what she had suspected to be true.

"Thought so." she smirks, warping off to On'nyosh.

"Hello, Jester. I imagine you are feeling pretty good seeing as how your up and walking." she snarks, jumping onto the bed beside him.

"What do you think happened that made you able to close the curtains without touching them? Because I think it has something to do with Vē'Êtherñøth here." she murmurs, knowing he can hear her.

Boromaxus narrowed his eyes and huffed when Radiant suddenly disappeared. He returned to lounging.

On’nyosh still stared at Vē'Êtherñøth, his mind in the middle of a perverted daydream. Though, he quickly pushed that aside and looked up at Radiant when she appeared, unfazed by her sudden entrance. He considered her words in deep thought.

Of course Vē'Êtherñøth had something to do with his strange new powers. After all, her mere presence had been a big hint.

“I know she did something to me. What it is, I couldn’t say. What’s your point? What, did she somehow share her power with me, turning me into a being just as powerful as everyone else?”On’nyosh asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Out of nowhere, On’nyosh wondered what Radiant thought about his appearance. After all, the scales on his burning cheeks were certainly a bright red instead of their typical pale green, and he also had a pair of red ovalish patches on the front of his neck that radiated heat. And, his hair was not in a braid for once. And, he wasn’t in his jester’s outfit, with his hat, another rare occurrence.

Why was he so self-conscious now? Fuck, he was such a whore.

Vē'Êtherñøth stirred only a little as On'nyosh moved her, murmuring and shifting closer to him. When he put her on the bed, she simply lay there, still except for the rise and fall of her chest.

She awakes with a start as Radiant jumps on the bed and launches into the air, breathing heavily. Once she realizes that it was just the arcangel, she touched down, grabbing the wall for support.

"Hey, On'nyosh," she yawns. "How do you feel?"

She completely ignores Radiant for now, annoyed at her for waking her up. She notices the bright red on On'nyosh and laughs, but doesn't say anything and merely continues waiting for him to answer.

On’nyosh glanced at Vē'Êtherñøth as she launched into the air. He couldn’t help snickering a bit, particularly with the nice view he had of her ass.

When she landed and held the wall, his gaze softened into a mellow gleam. He then chuckled at her question.

“Energetic as fuck. Also, as giddy as I was when I was six years old and just starting my roaming,”he answered.

He grinned slyly when she laughed. She had noticed his red scales, but did she know why they were red?

On’nyosh then glanced toward the door, curious when Cass would come. He wasn’t sure if she had heard his telepathic call, but he hoped so. He also hoped Radiant would leave once Cass arrived, so that he could have a private moment to ‘talk’ to the pair.

Cass, upon hearing On'nyosh's call, hesitated, waiting for Ëvêāhn to respond. When they don't she quickly runs her way to On'nyosh's room, kicking Radiant out as she did so and closing the door.

"Yes, dear?" she smirks, studying Vē'Êtherñøth. She has an amazing form… is all Cass had to think about her.

"I assume you called me here to… 'talk'. Right?" she snarks, jumping onto the bed beside On'nyosh, grabbing Vē'Êtherñøth as well. Cass lets out a startled yelp as Vē'Êtherñøth gets pulled right on top of her, then starts laughing.

On’nyosh laughed when Cass entered and threw Radiant out.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,”he burst, still laughing.

At Cassiel’s question, On’nyosh grinned slyly. He watched her sit down and pull Vē'Êtherñøth over, his grin growing bigger as he laughed.

A pair of red streaks grew on his temples, and the red ovals on his neck became bigger. His breathing became a bit uneven, and his eyes gleamed intensely at them, daring them. He licked his lips and kicked off his boots, waiting.

At the moment, he didn’t dare talk, because he wasn’t sure what sort of wild babbling he would end up saying. His mind was spiraling out of control as he stared at the two.

(Do we dare go to PMs? Lol)

As Cass pulled her over, Vē'Êtherñøth let out a surprised yelp of her own, then grinned as Cass laughed.

"Well, if I'm down here, you may as well make it worth it." she says, pulling On'nyosh over.

Ëvêāhn looks on in confusion as Cass races away, having heard On'nyosh's mental shout themself. Curious, he checks on them, but immediately pulls away, blushing in his peculiar way, embarassed.

"Well… that took them long enough…" he thinks, walking away to go talk to the dragon.

Boromaxus still lounged where he was, appearing a bit drowsy. Small smoke tendrils lifted casually from his nostrils and his eyes hung half-closed.

However, they immediately shot open and glared when a visitor arrived.

(Let's throw a wrench in the gears, shall we? The Radiant/Asuka pairing is back now! This is a weird scenario, because I originally brought Radiant here alone, so that would mean that this entire thing should be happening chronologically in time with the other RP… weird and fucked, yeah? Also, they both remember aus, so… this is why they remember Lucitius as they do.)

Radiant looked nnoyed at being kicked out of the room, but immediately realizes she should be grateful that it happened so fast. She did not want to be in a room when those three when they're all very whoreish.

"Well… I could go find someone else to talk to. I wonder how Lucitius is doing?" she wonders. She then summons her essence and summons a part of Lucitius, hoping to talk with him.

(I don’t know how to react to the fact that this rp has degraded into utter chaos with barely a plot, lol)

Lucitius appeared in front of Radiant, his form wavering like he was a leaf being blown in the wind. He nodded in greeting, his eyes curious.

“Archangel, is there something you need?”he asked, his voice polite and mellow.