WEEK THREE: EXECUTION

[hellscapes]

Hello, deadlings.

Back at it again? Goodness. Yesterday must have been awful for some of you. Lucky you, the weekend "fun" isn't over just yet.

On Sunday morning, you'll soon hear a sound coming from the dock. There's a large ferry waiting for you, and even if you resist you'll eventually find yourself compelled to climb aboard and set off on a short voyage. The islands around you look fairly blurry, but you don't go very far before you stop at a slab of land with two large buildings stationed. You won't be able to look at the one on the right now, the one you've come to know as the trial bar. Instead, your feet navigate you to the building on the left as the door creaks open. On your way in, you notice some posters hung beside the door, advertising today's event.

Inside is a bar. It's pretty swanky in comparison to the others you've seen, tables and chairs arranged comfortably for everyone to have a seat and spread out however they'd like. The bar is fully stocked with all kinds of alcohol along with an arrangement of bar food for anyone who's feeling a bit peckish. At the head of the room, there appears to be a stage washed in red lights with a wide area for performances.

At a table in the corner all six demons are gathered around.

-Bloody Mary and Midori are seated together, staring intensely at the stage.
-Blue Hawaiian and Malibu Sunset are draped over each other, phones in hand and slightly covered by Cosmopolitan.
-Rosé is seated nearby, looking impatient.

As you find your seats and get yourself something to drink, darkness begins to fill the bar and a banner unfurls over the stage.

TODAY'S PERFORMER:
URIEL
10AM
Enjoy the show

No matter where you look, you will find that Uriel is not amongst you. But there isn't time to look further before the lights dim and the curtains draw.

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[ontrend]

[it would be nice if there was no execution at all but this could be a lot worse...... that's the vibe]

[astika]

[chandra's shadow... keeps swelling, actually. if there was one way to describe it, it seems akin to a void, growing further and further. eventually, though, other shapes take form within its expanse—the peak of mountains. the rise of human buildings. the leaves of forest trees. much of it still looks empty, though perhaps if one looks closely, they can see the shapes of planets and the like inside.

what is this supposed to be? who knows.

when uriel charges at him (of course she'd be like this), he takes a step back out of reflex, because—]

—Unfortunately, they didn't exactly give me much to kill you with!

[but swirls of dark energy emerge from the void as well, wrapping themselves around chandra's limbs. and a voice whispers, too much like his own:

fight. even if everything will disappear—you know it's your duty. peace is not a luxury afforded to deities.

(not for uriel, or for himself.) whether or not chandra wants to listen to it (himself?), he realizes that this is all he has to work with. as he concentrates, the mass of darkness reforms, until it takes the shape of a scythe, aimed to swing at uriel.]

[voidshift]

[why are you like this.]

[outsidebones]

[harrow is here watching this but I am not.]

[teufelshund]

[ yeah it's fine. ]

[teufelshund]

[ he's got eyes, so sue him. ]

[tearduct]

[wow can he not sit next to his FRIEND in a time of crisis and despair]

[psynchronise]

[ totally fine. nothing to see here. ]

[preordain]

[ oh ok harrow is over here ]

[tearduct]

[stop.]

[reignite]

Work with what you have!

[ of course, what control do they really have in the end? but she wants him to fight back. even as her shadow starts to talk, the sound of a man who speaks with a pained voice.

It was a really great story. Isn’t that right? then, the shadow starts to bleed upwards, seeming to write words in the air.

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death!]

her steps stagger at the voice, eyes wide as she turns her head to face her own shadow as a sword forms and swings at the same time. it's a distraction enough that she tries to avoid the sword, only feeling the scythe connect right across her back with a deep slash. with her hands moving to stop the sword with her hands that cut into her palms deep. ]

Son of a f■■ b■■-!

[ and yet, there is no sight of bright red that starts to seep and ooze from her now injuries, an ink-like substance dripping with slight shades of red. like a book bleeding its own words from its pages. ]

..So that's how it's going to be.

[ with a push of her wing, she gives herself som distance. and fortunately, her shadow starts to waver, struggling to keep form as horns begin to lose its shape and the humanoid becomes smaller in size. she focuses back on Chandra, looking at the scythe. ah, that's cheating? ah well. ]

At least now you do.

[cavaliered]

[she is also here with her arm hanging around and on top of harrow's seat, watching with her sunglasses on. it's dark in here, take those off.]

[astika]

[chandra doesn't flinch when the scythe slashes across her—well, he's never been the kind of person to do something if he thought he might regret it, after. still, it's hard not to feel a streak of a visceral something, given that he's never been fond of turning against his fellow gods even back home, unlike some others whose hands he's died at a few times. fuck indra! fuck agni! fuck surya!

in that regard, uriel's temper is almost like theirs. uncomfortably nostalgic.]

Yes, so you'd better give it your all, Uriel. You didn't want a shameful showing, right?

[voices emerge again, but this time, not only is his own among them, but it starts with a familiar one: zagreus's.

about action and lady uriel. you're going to spend some time with her, is that right?

why would i?

because she enjoys your company? like... you enjoy ours?

you're rather arrogant, aren't you.

gritting his teeth, chandra ignores it and lunges forward. the void that is his shadow follows, almost wrapping itself around him. some of the scenery within it begins to disappear, and with that, uriel might see the look in chandra's eyes change—settling into something emptier, colder.

... all things considered, uriel's own shadow could just end up killing her. but chandra will at least grant her a less disgraceful death, scythe ready to swing again.

shadows swirl upwards, as though to speak into his ear through another voice, this one unfamiliar to most except for anyone who might've seen a memory with a specific god:

did spending time with deities of another world help ease your mourning? that's pretty pathetic, chandra.

you know very well that gods aren't meant to carry that kind of weight.]

[preordain]

[ he just leans over and mutters something. ]

[teufelshund]

[ deities from other worlds, huh. ]

[psynchronise]

[ oh and now there’s talk of gods.



man. this really is A Group, huh ]

[nascens]

[Per usual, Scaramouche is sitting away from the rest, arms crossed over his chest and focusing closely on the stage. Like last week, he actually seems poised to stick around this time.]

[reignite]

Of course I'm going to give it my f■ all.

[ the words are said with gritted teeth, returning to her battle stance despite the flare of pain in her back. on her hands. words spilling from her wounds, but nothing that can be deciphered.

her shadow changes, it begins to shift and lounge as if it's floating. a boyish voice, unfamiliar. [ An angel is fond of fallen humans. ]

it changes again, an offensive stature, ready to fight, [ Uriel, you must’ve gone crazy after quitting demon hunting. ]

and once more, wings curling around the shadow's form a little with a click of a tongue, a woman's voice reprimanding, lecturing, [ Are you a human? ]

a mass of shadows forms beside Uriel as she concentrates, a sword coming to collide directly with Chandra as he lunges forward, holding a defensive measure while she begins to spit more curses at the voices. ]

All this f■■ nonsense and s■ being sprouted, I don't care! It won't change anything!

[ her own gaze is alight with fire, a fury that doesn't extinguish with its evergrowing wrath. she's sick of this shit, this bullshit torment made on them, even though ultimately in the end this is something they had both wished for. the outcome won't change, so a bit more-- she pushes back. rapid arches made from her sword, the prowess of an archangel who has killed hundreds, hundreds of demons.

the winged shadow grows quiet, eerily silent. though the ends begin to ripple again like flames.

then, quietly, chandra's voice sounds from the shadow. Are you afraid of being denied your second chance?

more words escape her injuries, muddled stories beginning to drip onto the floor beneath them. ]

[toyska]

[Man... how come he doesn't get to fight any gods :/ ]

[refate]

[ he just - starts to look more severe as the shadows bleed and the words pour out. because all of your most personal demons have to come out, don't they?

our uh. our relief at seeing chandra is kinda short lived. ]

[ontrend]

[god he hates this place]

[greatvalue]

[do you]

[greatvalue]

[yeah... yeah............ at least they're both down to fight. god vs god.]

[psynchronise]

[ yeah! ]

[nascens]

[girl same though]