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Through the Ether => The Underworld => Topic started by: Kaya Mitsume on July 25, 2012, 04:18:34 pm

Title: Tartarus
Post by: Kaya Mitsume on July 25, 2012, 04:18:34 pm
A place of punishment. It's a well deserved place of judgement.
Title: Re: Tartarus
Post by: Timaeus Zag on July 26, 2012, 06:14:44 pm
Zagreus had just stormed out of his father's palace in one of the forms he more passably got away with here in the Underworld. An infernal looking creature, reptilian in body but with the wings of a blue macaw and razor sharp teeth. Talons allowed it to grip onto rocky surfaces, trees, most anything but not without leaving a mark. Zagreus prided himself in his ability to alter his form so freely but this was not suitable to his needs as he traveled to where he thought it most likely he would come across Thanatos: the great prison of the Underworld, Tartarus.

As he neared the entrance to the dreadful place, he let his wings ease up and began his descent. As he landed down on firm ground, he brought his body to shift into a much smaller and less noticeable form. His grayish green scales began to blacken and his wings shrunk back into his skin. The reptilian tail curled up over his back while all of his skin covered in scales hardened shrank. Within mere moments, he was a pure black scorpion the size of a normal man's fist. And down here, he was hardly threatening. What little lived on in the Underworld tended to remain undisturbed.

He scurried along the ground for a while before getting more comfortable going along the walls, navigating the way as he knew it. As the son of the ruler of this domain, he knew it well. Still searching for any sign of Thanatos, he ran along the path while contemplating the argument he had just had with his father and what he'd be willing to do to prove to Hades once and for all exactly how much he was worth.
Title: Re: Tartarus
Post by: Kaya Mitsume on July 26, 2012, 09:01:35 pm
The target seemed to be drifting through Tartarus. He bathed in the sounds of the suffering that echoed and bled around him. The smell of blood and sweat is in the air. Of pain and fear. Here, there would be no rest. There would be no reprieve.

Thanatos moved from victim to victim, because make no mistake, that is what they were. His victims. His sacrifices to his need for suffering. Every soul that came here should suffer. The mortal thread only learned in their pain and agony. Lessons should be taught in flesh and blood, terror and dismay.

He stood beside a man, nameless to him. and watched a sort of death crawl over his face. It was the death of hope, of peace, of any and all stillness. The man laid, eviscerated and bleeding out slowly, eyes dull. They rolled to meet those of Death himself, and even this close to the end, the man knew to be afraid. He had no air left to scream his fear. But the expression brought ecstacy to the Underworld's executioner.
Title: Re: Tartarus
Post by: Timaeus Zag on July 26, 2012, 09:35:20 pm
Zagreus came crawling upon the scene and froze in place. Positioned far behind the embodiment of death itself, he could observe what Thanatos himself observed. The young God had a small appreciation for this. After all, he was quite used to sacrifices being made in his name, often times human sacrifices and occasionally tortured beforehand. Not exactly proud, but used to it.

He scuffled a bit closer high upon the wall and wondered to himself if Thanatos had his way of things, would this be the norm for every soul down here?
Title: Re: Tartarus
Post by: Kaya Mitsume on July 26, 2012, 09:59:52 pm
His steps took him away from the eviscerated. Such things bored him quickly. There was no art to this. The blood, the gore. It was all shocking. But he'd seen millenia of this. And so, he moved to a different section of Tartarus.

This section held those that emotional or psychological torture would suit. Mnemosyne's waters were a curse in this place. Those that visited her pool left behind their memories. Here, they were used against the damned.

Thanatos wandered this area, watching over the shoulders of various individuals. Their happiest moments played again and again, reminding of what they'd lost. What they'd once had.
Title: Re: Tartarus
Post by: Timaeus Zag on July 26, 2012, 11:51:58 pm
He followed Thanatos further, not yet satisfied with his findings. He would not return to the Black Palace after that outburst he just had empty-handed.

But in the meantime, it was nice to finally be here in Tartarus when not being tested on his memorization of the pathways or being lured into becoming the Titans' after-dinner snack. He enjoyed observing Thanatos in his work. If you could call it work.

He had taken to clinging to the rocky roof over Thanatos' head, better to stay out of his view. Though his perspective was skewed from his upside down position, Zagreus observed those being punished with a slight mix of sympathy and entrancement.