mariuswrathful

[mariuswrathful]

Benjamin Linus portrayed by Michael Emerson Lost (2004-2010) Created by Jeffrey Lieber, J. J. Abrams, Damon Lindelof

#muse

[mariuswrathful]

a starter for @xliilith,

"It looks like you need someone to cash in your rewards with," not that the abomination was itching to dig in on gelato but Lilith was one of the few creatures within this realm whom they not only tolerated but respected. "You're always good for a wolfchella, I'm just pleased I got to see you actively participate," the High Priestess of the Asphodel, the mother of demons, she who would never miss a Lupercalia; everyone had their hobbies.

#lilith #c. #e: lupercalia

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"No more rose-colored glasses for you, then?" Marius had never been optimistic towards Ulthar possibly being this benevolent god; a creature who can concoct the Inferno as a means of imprisonment for their deterred children never spoke of being congenial. They weren't glad that these winged beings of the divine now realized such horror, but Marius still wore a disrespectful grin as Kafziel spoke of the deaths, the bloodshed, the destroyed realm of the divine. An abomination weaned off of violence, it sounded like everything the Wrathful could ever dream of, "The divine realm isn't the only thing that is gone." Hell, archfiends walking upon this mortal stretch of land; Marius could feel Sathanas' presence and it was suffocating.

"I was too busy fleeing my burning home to look forward." Her voice is hollow and raw and she's accidentally stumbled into something emotional, it seems tears were never far away for such a self-righteous warrior, she won't allow them to fall or to gather but she feels this itching at the back of her throat like she wants to scream and she wanted something easy, something uncomplicated because her mind felt so broken and yet customer service might not have been what she was built for. She didn't come with a plan, she arrived with splattered blood of her slain siblings on her celestial light and found a host. From there she found a rat hole apartment and a minimum wage job where a demon could heckle her. "This world is nothing like Eden, there was no traffic in the garden. The divine realm is gone. Ulthar killed everyone." It's a sad smile that graces her mouth and she's so tired and bitter these days.

#kafziel #c.

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a starter for @xremusx, note: before remmy boy drops out, but after his scrap w horus

"You look awful," the statement didn't boast confidence for their lover, but this had all been mindless fun, hadn't it? The abomination's hands slithered forward, setting on a tepid path as fingers skimmed past flesh that was still mottled and scorched; Remus' healing somewhat slowed likely from the severity of what Horus inflicted. No matter the physical wounds, Marius knew full well that the terror was sorely bruised within his ego; which always hurt Remus most of all.

#remus #c. #e: lupercalia

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He'd seen this before, this chasmic black hole in Remus' chest threatening to swallow everything whole; this destructive ability of the terror when he suddenly became too hard upon himself. Tempted beyond any dreams of destructive avarice, Remus was the scorned brother, the ill-fated child when presented with what life offered of them; one had to die and Remus suffered for it. Again, and again, and again until something shifted; indelible to any others but precisely identifiable for the abomination that had tethered themself to the terror. The blind leading the blind, wrath and violence was what comforted and nurtured them both, something weaned upon such destruction, considered it a wondrous comfort and though Remus was twisted into a monster so far separated from the vampire magistrate he once was regaled to be; he was Marius' long kept dream. Each sanguinary piece of the terror, each seemingly grotesque apparition he could morph into was something that spoke to the depraved pieces of the demon. A horrific amalgamation of monsters cradled within the violent palms of an infernal creature; he loved him then, he loved him still.

Marius was not the answer to stitching together the broken pieces of the aspect, to mending those deviant rampages that separated Remus further from the magistrate he once was; but the abomination was a beacon for Remus, a home, solace. A grin appeared as Remus fell into their typical patterns, berating the abomination to shut up while his husband was too happy to oblige, no matter how often they pretended not to be. Their tongue went flat upon the plane of Remus' neck, sweeping up the side of his ear, "With pleasure," defiant to the bitter end, they spoke a finality, a sordid promise before their finger slipped away from Remus' mouth and the demon kissed him; hard and biting.

There had been a hole that seemed to have made itself a home within his chest. It felt like he deserved it, like it was supposed to be there. Remus had been good once. He'd went against his uncle. He'd fought at his brother's side. Then he had gotten greedy. Never had he thought he would die from it, but everything that led up to it felt like it brought him to that moment just before he had been pushed into the Void. He couldn't remember any of it, but it had been quiet. Nothing but silence. Time had felt insignificant because it just was. But it had felt like he deserved it. He had deserved what had become of Renfield. He had deserved seeing Marius die. He had deserved every bit of it and yet he still wouldn't have changed anything he'd done. The only thing he'd probably change is making sure those he cared about survived. And there were only three of them so that surely couldn't be that difficult. After all, Lilith was very much standing at the head of the table right now. Now, she was definitely deserving of that.

Distractions were best though. If he thought any longer about how shitty everything was, he was sure that he'd start spiraling and never actually recover. There was also the fact that this weakness he was showing right now would only fuel Marius in the future and he just could not give this damn abomination that kind of ammunition. His eyes opened to look into the demon's own as they spoke. Brow raised, Remus couldn't help the hint of a smile that appeared on his face. "What a relief. I was really done talking to you." That was half a joke and half true. He did indeed want to shut Marius up most of the time, but he wasn't going to lie and say he didn't actually like the other's company. The terror would just never say it out loud. That would be far too embarrassing. Regardless, he wrapped his mouth around that finger that was on his lips before gently biting down. "You should show me all you learned from that book then. Without talking, of course."

#remus #c. #hehehehehehh

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On the couch lingered a hollowborn by science but a human by the standard of Ren's own self-suppression. They all dealt with such trauma differently but Ren, despite them being near perfect strangers, had become an unexpected quandary for the abomination. Of all who would hole up and suppress themselves, consider themself some sort of monstrosity, he couldn't have imagined it would have been Ren; but Marius had not been around for those volatile fifteen years and was merely navigated uncharted waters when it came to his husband and the son Remus had adopted when they were apart. Ren managed to peel himself from the couch, some pathetic slouch towards the bathroom had Marius busying themself within the kitchen. How strange to have gone from being Sathanas' errand demon to awaiting Remus' son to unearth from the bathroom to inflict some sense of care towards him.

Marius had no obligation to this, and perhaps in their own wrathful way, they proposed the idea that Remus would have vied for his son to garner more for himself than this pathetic reservoir that he'd fallen into. "I don't care to cook," gauche and awkward it fell from them when Ren finally ambled out and towards the kitchen; the abomination never had use for the hobby, they needn't human food for sustenance. "But... I'm sure Remus left you something," gosh, Marius couldn't fathom Remus in the fatherly role and they felt sick attempting any sense of it themself.

This miserable rot had consumed him; Renfield had felt it fester at his core from the moment he'd opened his eyes again. All consuming and ever-present, every time the hollowborn thought he found the end of it, he opened his eyes and saw that another day had begun; bliss and sanctuary were nothing but a fair, fleeting dream. In this waking hell, he was trapped in a body that did not feel like his own, barricaded within a mind that was a fragment of what it could have been, and an oppressed burden of flesh that could only dream of being something more. Marius and Renfield weren't close by any stretch of the imagination; Remus was Renfield's father, and that he was here at all made him feel worse that he'd put some sort of strain on what might have already been tenuous. Getting well or getting better was more complex than popping something out of a bottle, opening his mouth, and swallowing. Renfield knew that and knew that for whatever he was, he was mortal now. Weak and stupid, his mind was brought down to the lowly and derisive level of humanity.

"Fine," came the glum reply as he slouched towards the bathroom to wash away another day's wreckage.

#ren fields #c. #here's a dad pose gif

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"Have you become so completely daft and vilified that you can't see when one is making jokes?" Marius thought they'd inevitably glossed over their differences, the abomination had long come to terms with everything since he and Remus had recoupled. It hadn't dissuaded him from upholding this frenemy situation, however, but they smirked emptily at her sudden tirade, snickering; she may have been coined the queen of the crossroads but to Marius she was always one step away from being this cockroach that kept impeding his family. It'd be best for this Crossroads Queen not to thrown stones at glass houses, Marius shrugged, "Well, that's rather interesting for I don't believe I've ever seen you as one; lucky would be more suitable."

"Why send you back when I could destroy you entirely instead?" A sardonic twist dances on the sharp edges of her smile as she walks into the house languidly. The demon before her is a fascinatingly idiotic creature, never choosing to look beyond his anger to reach any sort of understanding. It is true that he had sent him back to the Inferno in order to coax life back into Remus, but it had been necessary for the vampire to return in the shape of the first Terror. If she had not done such, he had lost his life forever, and Marius would not have the pretty little ring on his finger. And yet, despite the necessity of Remus survival, she had chosen to stand her hand when taking their life force, sending him into the Inferno rather than destroying his very essence altogether. After millennia, she had thought Marius would have realized that, but it seems they are just too stupid to look underneath the surface. "The lack of Inferno doesn't make me any less of a threat, Marius."

#trivia #c.

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"I'd love nothing more than to blame his issues on a jacket," many would see the abomination as irreversibly jaded but there were foils to their anger, their wrath; minute things to differentiate that showed their worry. Lilith would understand these subtle nuances and the Priestess of the Abyss effortlessly volleyed her own nonchalant concern in return -until she touched her hand upon them, care abundant. "I'm no longer sure myself," so many pieces of the puzzle, fifteen years in which Remus refused to talk deeply about; it hurt to know they had been destroyed in such timeline, incapable of helping. "But, whatever you need, that'd be a start," Remus always loved to be in the middle of all the meddling, so whatever Lilith was up to the abomination was certain Remus would rather focus completely on that.

Lilith had cared about so few creatures in her long existence; and not simply in the sense of the demons that had come after her. So many of them had failed to create an impact upon her, who clambered only for the stories that they had heard of the First. Marius had always been different, and not simply because of what they meant towards Remus. No, her care for them had blossomed separately. And perhaps that is why she wished to keep them near, if only so that harm did not find them. "If you tell me Remus is as such because of that jacket," it was an attempt to make light of a concerning moment. Though, she soon enough stepped closer to them, her hand lifted to rest against their cheek, "Whatever they should need, I shall help to provide it."

#lilith #c.

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Darkness, this suffocating cloud that spoke of something cursed had lingered over the entirety of their lives; even before the two had known each other it seemed they were fated to fall, if not to rise again. Two strangers propelled by wrath, clouded by war, only to meet at the apex of a battle and ripped apart just as swiftly. Remus had been fated to die, his death strewn across the stars and heartily promised; though the once Mars vampire tried to deny it, Remus was murdered atop that hill. It was through Marius' sacrifice, though at the time unwilling, that Remus had been brought back; but Marius would be forever altered as a result. Three thousand years and some change had passed since then but if it were necessary to make such sacrifice again, they'd do so without question; even if it was to note that there was no Inferno to turn back to, that they'd be gone in the ultimate way that a soul could be destroyed. For Remus, for the ferocity that was their love for one another, Marius had learned to sacrifice continuously for the other.

Violence dripped from them both and yet in the unison of terror and abomination, something far tender, barren of truculence, bloomed amidst them. What hell and what bliss it was to find something worth losing; something he had lost various times amidst this lifetime but something he would kill to find each time. Marius smiled, it was bogged down by Remus' inquietude, a stifling sadness that permeated everything even if the terror himself couldn't pick up upon it; denial was a bitch. Marius refrained from rolling his eyes, a thumb pulling gently at Remus' plush lips as their eyes drew down the expanse of Remus' face, the terrors eyes still closed as the languid tiredness enveloped them both, "Those discovered methods have much less talking involved."

Okay seemed like such a subjective word when it came to how someone felt. When Remus thought about the fact that he might not have been okay, there was always a part of him that thought that maybe that wouldn't be the case eventually. Then there was the much bigger part that believed that he was always meant to be suffering to an extent. Strong beyond belief was something he could call himself, but really he'd been suffering for a long time now. He couldn't even say that it had started before his death when it had started far before that. Far before Draste had found them along Tiber river. Far before Mars himself had sired them. He'd been young when he'd realized his life was not ever meant to be okay. That damn prophecy always reared its ugly head.

Perhaps not being okay worked for Remus though. It felt like it was supposed to given how everything seemed to be working against him no matter how he looked at it. He was meant to suffer which meant the people around him were meant to suffer. Romulus always had it better, didn't he? Remus was the dead brother. He was the one that lived in his own twin's shadow his entire life. Even now, he was sure people would look at him and think that he was nothing but an extension of Romulus. If the terror were to be lost, then there would be no fanfare. Nobody would notice but the people that really knew him. Nobody would care except for the people that love him. That seemed to be something he was more okay with than the concept of actually being okay.

One thing was for sure though. He didn't want Marius to not be okay. He didn't want his demon to suffer. They had gone through enough and Remus wanted to make sure that wouldn't be the case again. He wouldn't leave Marius and the abomination wouldn't leave him. Unfortunately for both of them, they loved each other. It was really a tragedy. When someone loved another as long as he had loved Marius, there was nothing that person would not do for the one they loved. Remus would break down this entire realm to make sure that Marius was merely content. And that was simply because a terror loved an abomination.

It was pretty funny when he thought about it. How two wretched creatures could love each other so. Perhaps it was that darkness that contributed to their willingness to kill for each other. Remus would claw Sathanas from the pits of the Inferno and make him into less of an archfiend than he was if he dared to take Marius from him again. Not that it had been the archfiend's fault in the first place that the demon had been taken from him, but he'd blame everyone but himself for why they had been apart for so long. It had been both of them though. Both of them that had been at fault for their separation. Remus for dying. Marius for...well, honestly the demon had just been petty and embracing their typical demeanor of being wrathful. What could the terror expect other than that?

"Mm, you could never ruin my life, babe." He maneuvered as much as he could with Marius' arms wrapped around him to face the demon. His hand rested on the other's face, eyes still closed. "What else did you find in your How to Comfort Your Husband for Dummies book?"

#remus #c.

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When Remus and Marius had come together again, separated by years of the abomination's embittered petulance, he hadn't expected to find the terror saddled with some fatherly duty. Marius had taken this relationship between the two with a grain of salt for whenever Ren was mentioned from Remus' lips it always spoke of the hollowborn stirring up troubles which Marius preferred to be separated from. He'd not say he outright avoided the other, but there was little interest in the ideal of familial bonds, Lilith and Remus were the rarity amongst thousands of years where the abomination merely operated under Sathanas' bidding; a tiger didn't change their stripes or whatever. Yet more time in this mortal coil softened the Wrathful, for apparently now as Ren wasted away on their couch, they felt some obligation to help where Remus currently slacked. Both had endured so much, plenty which Marius couldn't even begin to fathom, through years of solitary, years of possession by an elder god; marriage and sacrifice apparently went hand in hand. "Remus would never ask me to, but it's clear that I must." A touch scathing but far more tender and lacking in petulance than typical.

Marius had never made it to the list of people that Renfield felt the need to concern himself with. He was a fixture in Remus' life and that meant very little to him, the hollowborn had the same thoughts with Trivia. Her association with the first terror that she'd created didn't mean anything to him; Marius wasn't the sort to play the part of a dutiful father or stepfather, and he hadn't been there as Remus had when Renfield was a child. They were just two adults in orbit of a mutual, but in this instance Renfield was weak, left to the care of his father and the man who did not ccare but was attached to him anyways. As the hollowborn peeled himself off the coucfh, layers of his mind now back intact, he had to ask, "Why are you doing this?"

#ren fields #c.

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"Oh please, Lilith," she may have been the First but they'd dissolved those demon politics for their label of friendship. "What are you expecting to be missing out on?" Certainly if she needed a friend to rely on she'd just pop up at random in their damned bedroom; she was crafty with her wretched invisibility that way. The words were sneered out in a typically wrathful gesture, rolling their eyes, "Remus has been bed-ridden, Ren is crashing on our couch; if you really need us to be your roomies then I'll move in yesterday." It was his way of presenting his worry for them, by more or less insulting their concerning behavior.

Lilith knew Marius all too well. Rather, she knew the pair of them all too well. In all of that, however, she had not expected the profound level of deceit the heathens had delivered upon her. Yes, Marius and Remus had gotten married. Yes, they were entitled to their own privacy and all of that. But no, they were not allowed to simply move out and get a home of their own. Which is why she considered the option of burning down the home that they had secured for themselves. Then she could offer one of the many rooms that she had in her own. "Since when have either of you lived a simple life," she sneered, though it may have sounded more akin to pouting. "If this were indeed Remus' idea, then perhaps I won't grant him weekend visits with the boys." Of course, she was referring to the hellhounds. The ones that she would hold over Remus' head.

#lilith #c. #the italian gestures in this gif have me rolling

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#face

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Marius, Saturchella

#senatus.krampus #muse #no florals this time wildin #got me crown of thorns and me horns out

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Something preserved, Elmira's legacy would not be that of her fleeting marriage to a monarch, but rather the memories collected in the array of flowers at her damned florist shop. The Wrathful would begrudge the duty as though they couldn't have walked away at any moment, it was the sparse reminder of how the mortal realm shifted even the most twisted of souls. The lights flickered and dimmed as the Archfiend entered and though there was no Inferno to return to, Marius' jaw clenched; if one Archfiend lingered, more were to follow that were completely unsavory to them. "You don't have any hobbies?" A brow quirked as Marius preened a bouquet of blush roses; they could figure what Asmodeus' hobbies were, anyone could.

Person: @mariuswrathful Location: Thistle House He's been looking for a house that fits his needs and a home needs decor and it's stereotypical, but Asmodeus has always been rather fond of roses. Pretty but still capable of hurting you, they could relate. The local flower shop had been owned by that vampire that'd been killed on her wedding day which was a shame, the place was quite beautiful. What they don't expect is a demon to be tending to the flowers. "Well that's actually rather hilarious." He says upon waltzing on up to them. Not from his circle, but that's just fine, at this point it's a tour to get all of the other demons who spent time with his brother's to like him better.

#asmodeus #c. #shades for kenyer

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"Well, you should have been warned to what you were walking into," an intricate legacy, carefully preserved by a demon of all creatures; Elmira Kent's florist shop would not be lowered to trivial sales towards the mourning oafs of Rome. "It's a far cry from your precious Eden and your divine realm, yes?" Maybe a low blow considering any remaining seraphim were basically homeless.

There's a certain wrath that inhabits her vessel, that mingles with the soul of the Seraphim that one would think would make her get along with a demon who was the feeling personified and yet -- they were at odds. She hasn't gotten hold enough of her trauma to receive such a critical reception. In the middle of a flower shop, out of the corner of her eye, she can still see the knife go into her siblings stomach and she can still felt the heat of the holy kingdom burning behind her. "Didn't know selling peonies came with so much micro-management." A growl at the back of her throat and she's unstable, hands shoved into her pockets to avert his gaze. "I've had too much caffeine."

#kafziel #c.

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a starter for @crcssrcads, location: marius and remus' apartment

It was wretchedly domesticated of them to now be situated in an apartment with Remus, rings adorning their fingers and a steady job at Thistle House. It felt mundane and ordinary, a complete imbalance from the violent life they'd lead; it had all been so much simpler when they were stealing souls for Sathanas' domain and now, as a knock resounded on the door, Marius was going forth to answer it. They'd have to convince Remus to get back to former date night proclivities, new Senate rules be damned; no such date was as romantic as flaying a lycan or a witch with one's lover. Marius opened the door and despite their constantly neutral expression, frowned deeper, "Oh, it's you. Too bad there's no Inferno left for you to send me back to now," they turned back towards the depths of the apartment and merely assumed Trivia would follow suit.

#trivia #c.

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a starter for @xliilith, location: outside of remus and marius' new apartment, teehee

"It wasn't my idea, you know," Marius was always a touch conniving in every sense of the word and he offered something of a pitifully innocent grin to the First Demon. Remus and Lilith could have their own quarrels and Marius was merely pleased to add fuel to the fire when the heat wasn't upon the Wrathful; it was far more enjoyable to pull the strings as opposed to being raked upon the coals with Remus. "But the rules of modern married life are simple," an empty gaze flitted to Lilith's and he smiled.

#lilith #c.