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7 yrs ago
Current *Judgement intensifies*
7 yrs ago
So if gender is a social construct then why does it matter what I call a gaggle of people? Seriously. Help. This is a problem rn xD
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7 yrs ago
Just got yelled at for calling a group of people "You guys" apparently that's sexist? Wat
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7 yrs ago
How is it my old man can drink me under the table still? My lover's gonna be hurting bleh ๐Ÿ˜ฑ
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7 yrs ago
Dear Santa: All I want for christmas is for you to stop sneaking into my home and stealing from me at Gunpoint. Like that damn firefighter >_>

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I'm horrible with bios cause I always put too much or not enough. Wheeeeelllpp, here goes nothing.

I am Ragnarokkr, or Ragna, I'm a twenty something adult human spawn who is a weird mash of a 1990's raver and some sort of fancy man. I like to think I'm funny but my humor is... unique to say the least.

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Ragna was looking into her eyes the moment the door cracked open. Red and irritated from crying. Then the door swung all the way open and Lydia stood there for a few seconds looking absolutely devastated. As he opened his arms she moved past him to gather her towel that was discarded on the floor. Then her body started to shake more then before till she turned back towards him and the tears began to flow once more. He wrapped his strong arms around her and gently rubbed her back until she finished her story about the servant who tried to rape her. "I shouldn't have left you alone. I am sorry..." He whispered into her hair as he pulled her closer into their embrace.

The two of them stayed like that until Lydia finally stopped crying though she was still shaken. He pushed her away gently and put his hand under her chin so she would look him in the eyes. His eyes visibly burnt with anger, the twin crimson orbs seemingly alive and flowing. " I will be right back. My guards will find him and I will flay his skin from his body." His voice was low and his last sentence he emphasized each word. He broke contact with her and moved to the door, slipping through it. His voice could be heard through the manor as he basically commanded every servant that pledged an Oath to him to find and bring him the one who tried to touch his guest. He relayed the fact that his face was cut with a holy dagger and thus wouldn't be healed. Then he returned not even a minute later. His mind calmed a little bit more that he would have his justice soon enough. He shut the doors and locked them then moved over to Lydia and kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"He will be found, and he will suffer immensely for what he tried to do to you. I will see to that personally."
The mood remained dark even after the commotion with Jezebel. Ragna noticed how on edge Lydia was and he knew how uncomfortable she must be here. In the middle of demon territory with everyone after her save but a few. So after his servant escorted her to his room he let his broad shoulders slump and a sigh to escape his lips. Behind him Jezebel came up and wrapped her body around his. " Master, What is with that girl that forced you to command me so? " Ragna placed a gauntleted hand to her head and pushed her away. " She is the girl the King wants, and I will deliver her without a scratch. I am angry with you and will give you your punishment when I return. Until then you shall not enjoy the pleasures of your body. Am I clear?" Jezebels face went from playful innocence to a look of horror as she felt Ragna's command tie her down. " P-please. I didn't know...I thought she was just some harlot." The succubus begged, and even got on her knees and began to almost grovel.

Ragna barely paid the woman a second glance, merely muttering. " You are the harlot here, now get out of my sight before I show you my fathers wrath." Jez nodded and scampered away, slipping off to who knows where. With another sigh escaping his lips he looked over at one of the servants standing by the door. " You. Contact the Armorer and get him to put my second armor together. Also prepare a carriage for me and the girl for travel to the Kings palace." With a nod the servant disappeared almost as fast as Jezebel did.

With that out of the way, Ragna walked through the silent hallways of his manor until he came to a stairwell that was guarded by four brutes. Each one was as large as Ragna and each bore massive horns that wrapped around the back of their heads and coming to a stop by their mouths. They all donned black steel armor and held polearms at attention. " Let me through and retrieve me after one hour." He commanded as he walked past them. Even with no verbal confirmation he knew they would do as they were commanded.

He descended the stairwell with each cobblestone step coming with more hesitation then the last until he arrived at roughly hewn iron door. It was more like a slab of metal then anything, but even so, it moved as if it were a mastercrafted door. Swinging it open he stepped into the unnaturally lighted room within. Unlike the rest of his manor which was made of cobblestone and oak wood, this room was made from what looked like slabs of marble with golden inlays wrapping around the entire room, forming spells that for as long as Ragna was alive would stay active. In the center were five golden sconces arranged in a star like pattern with a golden circle in the floor. In the circle were intricately carved lines. More spells that focused the worlds magic into this one spot for use. An amazing innovation that his most trusted servant came up with but also extremely dangerous.

With a sigh he knelt down in the circle, feeling the power surge through him as he opened his body up to the flow of magic. The entire room darkened considerably as he did so and with a single thought the floor around him fell away. In place of the floor, a beautifully carved coffin rose up from the dark void around him. "Mother... I finally found someone I wish to protect with my life. Hell...I even made an oath with her...But the King wants her and to make matters worse, she is the Twilight. What should I do, Mother?" His prayer drifted from his lips into the darkness that was around him, never to have an answer to it, instead it would only fade away into the void.

As tears formed he let the coffin disappear back into the darkness and focused his mind on his next task. The spell took hold and he felt the mist forming around his mind. As he allowed his power to take him to his fathers mind he rested in the cold void. A plane of darkness and oblivion that without proper training you could get lost in for all eternity. The plane of conciseness as the demons called it. As his power settled over his father the mist lightened up and he felt himself in his fathers mind. The demon looked up from his throne and smiled. " So you have returned to me on your own accord. Are you channeling your will through that poor succubus I gave you? No...this is too strong. Anyway. Have you thought of your answer?" Ragna's father had a face splitting smile filled with horribly sharp teeth. " Yes I have father, and it isn't the answer you think. I refuse to give her over to you. I will defend her from the Demon king, the Angels, my brothers, and even the world. If you so much as try to take her I will rend you limb from limb and feast on your bones." Ragna's voice was a low snarl. With each word his fathers face twisted more and more in rage and by the end the demon shook with rage and began to yell something. Ragna couldn't have been bothered by it as he simply left his father in his angry fit rather choosing to return to his body. As he felt the mist lighten up around his mind he stood shakily.

"I hope I made the right choice mother." The halfling wiped his eyes as the slab of iron swung open. One of the four guards stood in the entrance. " It has been an hour, Master, Should I get a servant to escort you to your bedroom or are you alright?" Ragna stepped out of the circle and felt all the power leave him and he fell to one knee. After a few minutes he stood again and waved his guard off. "I am fine. Return to your post." The armored head nodded slightly before shifting and trudging back up the stairs. Several minutes passed before Ragna slipped past the four and he returned to the main hall where servants were running hither and tither with boxes of supplies for the carriage. He planned to leave early in the morning after a decent meal. Lydia and him traveled hard since they met in Termina so he thought it would be a nice gesture for them to enjoy a nice bed.

He made his way passed the demons and up to his room where, outside of his door, a manikin was outfitted with his blackened steel platemail. He placed his hand on the armor and closed his eyes for a second, allowing himself to catch his breath and to put on a facade that made him seem less tired then he actually was. It was in that second that the faint smell of sulfur caught his senses. That means a demon used a rift nearby. Instantly his eyes widened and he busted through the door, the force sending them back closed when he walked through. He frantically searched the room, his eyes falling on the pile of clothing on the floor and the closed door to the bathroom. Even from where he was he could tell the door was sealed with magic. His boots slammed against the oaken floor of his chambers as he crossed the room in three strides. " Lydia?" He called out, placing his hand to the door. " Lydia? Drop the spell. What happened. " A part of him feared it was angels that had her in their. If they found out the Twilight was in demon hands they would stop at nothing to get her. That wasn't something he wanted to deal with, or wasn't prepared to deal with at this moment. He also thought he heard her crying through the door.
"Hope is for those who have something to hope for. We only hope for war and destruction so it shall forever happen." He wanted to say to her but decided against it as he was already halfway through the book. As he emerged from the book he saw three cloaked figures about 15 meters away. He cursed his luck as his hands broke some branches as he got out of the book and picked it up to hide into his own cloak. Just his luck when they heard and came through the wooded area like ghosts stopping in front of him. " Commander Cyrus. What are you doing here? You were supposed to return to camp at sunrise. It is now noon. We thought you had been captured or wor-" The one talking got hit with a gout of flame. " Shut up. Your voice annoys me. I was reading a book. Now get on with it. I'm coming back." His mood had considerably worsened at his terrible luck. Well that and the loss of all that power he had in the other world. So much more untapped power. The girl said it was a wasteland, but one so full of bounty for a magic user. The two remaining soldiers picked up their friend and shot up into the sky before heading north. The flame disappearing as he walked past it to reach his camp.

After a while on the road and getting board of seeing the corpses of the traitor kings army he took out the plated book and opened the pages. Just as before, the writing faded into view " Guns? That is another new one." He muttered to no one. Casting a glance around he meandered off the road some and sat against a tree and his quill "Allow me to get back to my war tent before you try coming through with your world's objects." With that he tucked everything away again and continued his slow way back to his armies camp. As eager as he was he had a reputation to uphold and that meant bearing with the burden of potential knowledge lost. As he entered the camp his voice run out over the noise of the celebration. " WE LEAVE AT SUNRISE. GET SOME SLEEP AND GET READY TO GO BACK TO THE CAPITAL! SAVE YOUR PARTYING TILL THEN" He heard a few groans but then the word got passed around and they started to move to their tents. As soon as Cyrus entered his tent he placed the book down on the table and quickly wrote, " All is set over here. Whenever you are ready.
Ragna noticed that whatever Lydia heard from the fighting couple had visibly stirred her. So as they came onto the road and she drew her blade he did the same, placing the flat of the his claymore against his shoulder. Then she muttered "Curse that damned king." and Ragna chuckled slightly despite the situation. "Aye curse him. And all his confounded subjects with their confounded need to hunt you down... Listen Lydia, He probably had some poor angel or demon tell him that you are the next Demon king or something and wants to test you out." His shoulders visibly slumped, " Besides if I know anything about why the King wants you I would tell you right away. I don't want you going into this blind, but I'm blind as well." It hurt him to lie to her. He felt the Oaths chains wrapping around his body but then loosen giving him a chance to breathe.

Fast forward 7 days

The two companions arrived at Ragna's manor just at daybreak The twin oaken doors swinging wide as servants or other peasants came out to greet him. Several guards came out with weapons trained on Lydia but at a motion of his hand they all stopped. " This girl, is my guest for my limited stay here. If you touch her I will disembody your sorry little body and feed your flesh to your loved ones." His voice was a low growl and his eyes shown with pure anger. The only one to not back up in fear was a five foot demon woman. A succubus to be exact. Her flesh was as perfect as her black hair. Her body was wrapped up in one of Ragna's cloaks and she was smiling at him and Lydia. " That includes you Jezebel." The succubus merely nodded and put her finger to to lips as if it was so tempting. In an instant she was in front of Lydia with a bladed hand to the half-elf's throat. Sadly, Ragna knew this would happen as it had happened in the past, One of the main reasons he kept her, for disposing of unwanted annoyances. But Lydia isn't unwanted so the next words he spoke were barely a whisper but still fell upon everyone's ear's " I mean it เช•เช เชฃ เชฒเชพเช•เชกเซเช‚..." The last words came out harsher then normal and it sounded like another language. As the last word fell out of Ragna's lips Jezebel's body went rigid and she looked up at him and answered." O-of course, Master Ragnarok." Each word etched more and more pain into her gaze before her gaze went slack and she collapsed on the ground.

Ragna sighed and looked away from the succubus and down to Lydia. " I'm sorry you had to see that Lydia. She is a very jealous succubus and kills any of her lovers female companions. Now lets go inside. You can take a bath in my quarters while I sort out my armor. I'll have one of my servants take you to them if you want?" He tried to sound as cheerful as he could in this situation but it fell kind of short as he just showed more of his demon side to the girl then he wanted to.
"The idea of the unknown should spurn you to not be nervous, rather be entranced and expectant of whats to come." He shook his head slightly a she apologized for the drink once more. " It is no problem for me, rather I understand that I am not a noble as I only enjoy the strongest of beverages such as a nice Northern ale..." He managed a smile as her hands reached for his ears. " Hurt? No, my ears don't hurt me and as far as I know anyone who is blessed with the ability to control the world has different features like mine. Some have different eye shapes, others have different skin, Some very rarely have tails. "

"Our world will never be recovered. My king and the Betrayer's war is tearing the land apart. Blood and salt is being sown on our lands so crops don't grow there for a long time. The Wildlings of the North raid our northern towns and the tribes of the south have nothing to do with us. As for Demon magic, as I said it has been forbidden and all books have been burned. Though there are still a few beasts roaming the land that aren't of this world." He stopped and listened to her definition of where she lived and he chuckled slightly. " That sounds a lot less like paradise and more like the three planes of existence. Those highest are the gods, the middle are left in limbo, never to go higher and never to go lower, and those on the bottom are in hell, forever left to suffer in their ancestors crimes..." He trailed off his last sentence before looking back over at the girl who moved closer to him at the mention of him leaving.

" You may come...but not now. Where I am and what I have to do does not befit a lady of your nature and I personally would rather not have to watch both your back and my own when running from those who are trying to kill me. I hope you understand and I will send you a letter when all is safe for you to come through. Though it may be a little while as I will have to find a place away from my observers. Till then. I bid you a farewell. " Cyrus bowed from the hip before placing his hand on the book and watching it sink through. The seems of the book grew to fit his body size as it slipped through, this time almost dragging him back to his own world as if it couldn't be without his presence any longer. With one last glance he flashed Jo a thin smile.
Ragna patiently waited for Lydia to observe them in silence. The only thing he could pick up was the occasional word from the fighting couple and then the oddly peaceful forest around them. His mind drifted off and he was pulled into his fathers magic. Once again, like before, his father appeared on a throne of bones.

" Son, Just give me the halfling and I'll forgive you for your sins against me and your brothers. We want you to join us in our struggle to overthrow the king. He doesn't deserve the power that that girl can give him. I...no we do." Ragna looked up at demon before him and struggled not to leave right then and there. Mist slowly surrounded his feet as he stood up and peered directly into the demons eyes.

" Tell me what she is to be used for, and I might think about it. However if you send any more of your demon lackies after me, you will only have corpses left to rule over. I can promise you that." His fathers face twisted in rage for the briefest of moments before returning to the serene facade that he often hid behind no matter how heinous the act he was committing. A slight chuckle escaped the vile man's lips as he sneered down at his hated son.

"I'll tell you one thing. She is a part of the Twilight prophecy and if she falls into the angels hands, we are all doomed." Ragnarok's eyes widened at the mention of that prophecy and wanted to ask more but he suddenly felt his body being pulled, probably by Lydia so he allowed himself to drift back to his body. When he finally cleared away the fog he saw they were by the road already and he caught the end of what she was saying "...aren't above hiring humans..."

"Hm? Y-yeah, we should get going right way." He blinked a few times as he looked over Lydia in a new light. Can I really protect someone who is deemed worthy for such a gift? Maybe it would be better to fade into obscurity. His eyes fell to the ground as they started to move down the path, ever closer to so many enemies and so few allies.
" No, I would rather not inconvenience you, Besides...It's getting a little bit easier to breath, though soon, I may have to leave back to my world as I am not safe enough to stay here for an extended amount of time." He ran his hands through his hair as he pondered the thought of a stronger, or more unique drink and quickly shook his head. " No...as I said, I think for now I will wait and return back to my land for some nice strong ale... Though moving on." He leaned down and stopped inches from the girls face looking into her eyes. " You seem to be nervous, while I am awestruck at everything that is happening."

"Article? Like laws? Your king placed laws on your food as well?...I just don't get this." He closed his eyes and straightened up once more as he began to pace the room slowly. His eyes still slowly moving over every unique and different object in the room. He stopped in front of the large crystalline table that projected light and knelt down next to it. " To answer your questions, Yes, I am a fire magus and I control fire and if I have the right conditions I can control the gods wrath. Each of us can control something that is truly powerful in our lands, but only the strongest of us can survive when we do it. Light and darkness...These two are rarer then the other four. Light can be used in healing waves and other miracle's if you will. It is also used to light the capital with these lantern's with crystals in them. A true work of genius I thought until I can here, where you have these tables that do the same thing, without the input of a magus. Darkness is the opposite. It twists and destroys things. It can be used to devour people and completely break their minds. Luckily the only two dark magus are in service to my king..." He paused and let out a small sigh as he planned out how to word the forbidden art.

"... Demon magic...Before the calamity was called summoning magic. Unlike the other 6, this one can be learned with incantations as long as you have a latent ability for magic. It was used to erect floating cities like this one when the summoned beasts brought forth a rock that could levitate on it's own from whatever realm they came from. This was the golden era of our empire. Cities spanned the skies and everything was prospering till a Summoner whose name is struck from the books surfaced with a group of magus who believed we were better then those who couldn't use magic. He wanted to enslave the 'stoic's' as he called them and use them for his twisted experiments. Anyway with the help of the six magus that were with him, he summoned a monster that blacked out the sky and made fire rain from the heavens in giant balls of earth. Our sky cities crumbled killing millions of people. The six magus who helped the cursed one realized their mistakes and banded together to defeat the monster and the summoner. This battle lasted 6 months, or at least that is how the legend goes. These six are the grand seer's in service to my king... So anyway since then, my people have not built in the sky and it is said that those who are still in the sky are gods, watching over our petty squabbles and living in happiness."

Back in his world, Cyrus felt the pull of nearby magic that was slightly ominous and caused him to shiver. He knew somehow that his time here this time would be short and if he were to do it again, he would have to leave. " M'lady. I apologize in advance, however I must return to my world. There is much to do and so little time to do it in. I promise I shall return, or perhaps you should come see my land and then you can see just how much this is godlike to me." His hand grazed over the leather bound book and opened it, the previous writing now missing like it was erased from the book.
Ragnarok nodded grimly as the firelight flickered off his facial features. Voices started up, yelling almost. A woman's voice to be precise. He only caught a few words. "...Damnable man....lazy deadbeat...worthless son of a..." Then the sound of flesh on flesh broke the woman's voice off only for a males voice to take to the wind. " Dear....own good...lot of money..." Something inside of Ragna wanted to turn back towards the camp and confront whoever was there and another part of him wanted to do nothing more then move away from the scene they probably weren't supposed to witness. However once again he glanced down at Lydia, knowing here hearing was better then his so she probably caught more of the exchange. His crimson eyes stared down at her with his hand over hers. " Shall we take a closer look? Or should we just leave as it could be a trap...the timing is almost too perfect..."
"I am...quite fine... As I said, the pressure is much less here then on the surface...so it is harder to breath for me from what I understand...Atleast that is how the wind magus' explain it to me." He paused every few words to stabilize his breathing before eyeing the odd drink presented before him by this so called robot. "This is a bloody mary? I...this looks like a noble's drink, like something that would be consumed at the kings court..." He picked up the glass and eyed it suspiciously before taking a light sip of it. His mouth turned in disgust and was half tempted to throw it to the wall but stopped and set it down on the table.

"That was quite vile, how is it that you can drink something so...I am not sure of the word for it...I think I'll wait to return to my world for a drink then, Lets move on to these 'french fries' as you called them. They are better then some of the potato's cooked in the palace. What are they fried, or baked? I can't tell. Ah so many questions...so little time."

The more time he spent here the easier it was to breath, slowly but surely at least, So he slowly stood up and looked down at the girl. " To answer your question yes, there are seven magic's in my land. Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Light, Darkness, and Demonic. Though the last one has been outlawed in my lands for as long as history is recorded after the great calamity... If I may be so bold, you, and every soul up here is a god compared to my people...you live high above the clouds, with your metallic slaves to serve your every whim, food that I would call a delicacy is considered 'not that good' as you eloquently put it, and it seems peaceful here. Like a paradise."
Have I been forgotten? o.o
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