Thread: A Dish Best Served...Dead (Yoshie x WorldEater)

RE A Dish Best Served...Dead It was . . . strange having to look at his own gravestone. Well, maybe strange wasn't the word. Disconcerting? Alarming? No, no, the word he needed was . . . distant. Of course, he wasn't technically distant in a physical sense Slake was practically at arms length from the stuff. All he really meant was how unreal it seemed, how everything seemed more like a dream to him. Oh, dream-like, that's what he wanted. It was grey and barely standing, a shell of its former glory from whence it came. Greenery ate up the ground around it and suckled on its skin as though it were trying to eat at the rock. No words, other than the faded cuts of his name, remained as every edge was smoothed out by numerous years of abuse from the outside elements. As he knelt down, it was easy to feel the tender shape of its body answering back to him. How long had it taken to become so soft, he wondered. You are taking your time It was a voice, a foriegn and old one that echoed inside his mind. Though just on the cusp of his consciousness, the words were as plain as day to him. He had trained himself to do such a thing, to distinguish his reality from . . . another. Answering back, he tried to pull his spirits from the very grave he laid them on, but not all the dirt could wash away. Well, Yul'ty, you'd be taking your time if you saw a gravestone with your own name on it. A silence followed, just for a second, before the voice answered back. It remained steady and eerily calm. I do not die. You know this. There is also no one in your world with my name. Slake rolled his eyes, Bravo, oh how fucking amazing is that. I wouldn't have guessed humans would never name their kids Yul'Turon . Just, wow, that fact was so out there man. Couldn't have guessed. He didn't mean to soak his voice in that sarcastic venom, but Slake was too busy being frustrated, at what, he could not tell. Had any other god listened to him, he might as well have been smited off the face of the planet, but the deep voice from the depths of his mind was not such a vengeful being. Its voice grew quieter, whispering to him as though it were trying to tell a secret. You are angry. The statement was plain and simple and yet, despite the emptiness in the voice, Slake felt a little calmer from hearing his god speak to him. Yea . . . well, last I checked, I can get a bit angry man. You do not benefit from your anger. He sighed, I'm dealing with it. Calm down big man. I do not need calm. You know as well as I do that you will not stop feeling angry. That is unbecoming of you. Bleh, Slake hated it when his god tried getting in his ear with big, fancy words. He knew what they meant, granted, he just hated hearing gigantic verbal puzzles all up in his mind and having it rattle about. But, he supposed that was what he had to deal with when linking himself to a dark god. Slake stretched his back, looking up into the sky as the grey air weighed down on him. Well, you know how it is. No, I do not. You should then, I'm not gonna stop until I find them. Another bout of silence and more waiting. Slake turned from his grave and looked up into the air as he waited for an answer. A part of him wanted to hear what he needed to hear and yet, there was so much more that told him he wasn't supposed to follow that thought. Opening a can of worms was one thing, but secrets, dark secrets all around him, were something else. Did he really want to know why things happened they way it did all those years ago . . . Did he really want to know why everyone he knew tried to betray him? I suppose I can give you what you need. You've been faithful and worthy enough for my gifts . . . and it wouldn't hurt my plans in the long run. A twisted nova of purple energy ripped the very air, tearing out the fabric of reality as a glistening mouth formed before Slake. One long tendril stretched out from the maw, the burned, pink flesh writhing as it dodged teeth and slapped a rectangular object into his hand. The soft form of the card rubbed between his fingers, the material unfamiliar to his touch. Though he could not read the card alone, his God provided the knowledge for him as his amber eyes looked at the words. Temptation It was night when he reached the place, his feet tiring from the long walk through the city. A part of Slake wanted to grumble about the distance, but at least his god had been courteous enough to give him a portal outside the city limits. Walking down the street in a suit, however, caught the eyes of several folks as he passed through more and more of the city's seedier underbellies. It irked him that he knew nothing of this place, the world, or the times and attitudes. Nevertheless, what he could glean was fairly small, especially in comparison to what his God drip fed him as he finally reached the club's gates. These gates were adorn with vibrant lights, harsh tones mixed to hit the eyes as powerfully as possible. There were reds and there were purples, two colors he did not think would have been so prominent in such times as these. He remembered how hard it was just to find purple in his time and a part of him wondered how much he actually enjoyed it after he accepted Yul'Turon. It was probably the reason why liked the darkened tones of his suit how his god knew his size down to the letter, he would not question. It was Yul'Turon and if Yul'Turon hungered for something, the god would get it one way or another. Just as he was about to enter, the bouncer came forward, blocking his path. He was a big man, taller than Slake with a wider shoulder width. Slake wasn't too big and his age was not apparent to his face so when the bouncer came rolling around, it was almost as though the man was looking down on some younger millennial rather than an immortal. Though the bouncer gave him a rough look, Slake answered back with a casual smirk before he tried to relax in the suit. So . . . uhh, is this the place for the . . . stuff . . . is this Temptation? Slake said looking around. Depends what you're lookin' fer kid. The man's voice sounded like glass and rocks, mixing together in a nice heap. Lovely, how lovely. Slake slumped in his posture as he tried to pull out a business card and presented it like an identity. The suit hung at his frame as he tried to get used to the feel of the fabric. I was here . . . for a lady. I dunno her name. My -uh- boss said she was good with finding people. he said, tilting the card. A small glint of purple showed at a certain angle and with it, came the mark of Yul'Turon on the card. The very seal of Yul'Turon had quite the weight in many circles, or at least it did back when he was around. Demons and dark gods weren't known to mix well and if time had its way, some groups might have forgotten what Yul'Turon even was. After all, how many people even heard of the four Dark Ones in his time, let alone today where they seemed to slink deeper into the darkness. He ruffed his short black hair, trying to make it look half way presentable to whoever he was speaking to. If this woman, this Seduction lady could find what he was looking for, then perhaps it was best for him decent enough to talk with.