mindhate

[mindhate]

Oh, how infantile. Sargatanas stared up, his eyes not wavering a second. This demonstration of disrespect doesn’t impress him. Though, he briefly considered maiming Adam. The idea of removing his lower jawbone, for example.

That, however, would defeat the purpose of his being here.  

“I do, I wish to establish direct diplomatic relations between Heaven and The Republic of Jinn.”

Sargatanas crossed his arms as he gazed up towards the primordial man. His blue eyes conveyed honesty.

“After all, The Republic of Jinn is sovereign. A separate entity, separate from Hell. Why should I go through Lucifer, for you?”

“Adam, how nice to see God's first mistake alive and well. You know, I am surprised you can fly. I'm sure the weight . . . of your failures weighs you down."

Makes a series of fellatio movements with his hands and mouth.

*loud obnoxious mouth sucking sounds*

#metaladam. #RP.

[mindhate]

“Do you ever miss your son?”

A sea of silence separated Lucifer and the answer. Facing away, Sargatanas lowered his head, drooping down as he clenched the marble balcony. Should he answer?

“Yes.”

He raised his head, as if to stare up towards the vast darkness of Jinn. But he dared not peer up towards the sky. Slowly, he turned, facing Lucifer with a look of approaching remorse. There was a strange quality to his eyes. It wasn’t forced emotion, but eyes desperately searching how to mimic grief. His face screams this, a man trying to find the emotion right for this question. Yet, he fails. That part of him was long since exorcised.

All there was the screaming emptiness inside him. Carrying that emptiness was pain alone for Sargatanas.  

Leaving the balcony, he slowly entered the study. He carried himself like a wraith returning from the void.

“Araelnoth . . .  he could have been so much. He meant so much for me.”

The tone was off. The way The God Moth sounded was not a heartbroken parent, but a craftsman bemoaning a broken tool. Sargatanas looked up, he considered something.

“Come Lucifer. I want you to see where my son sleeps.”

#themosthatedbeingg. #answered.

[mindhate]

Unamused, Sargatanas approaches. The Throne Demon’s eyes were consumed with ancient hatred for Adam. This creature of insecurity, of weakness, was born out of the image of God? With how Adam acted, he disgraced that image of God.

Not that Sargatanas would care much.

Now, he was standing there. Towering over Adam. Those cold eyes stared through the firstman.

“Are you done?”

The question sounded like a threat. Sargatanas backs away some, his eyes still glowering at Adam. Why was he even here? What purpose brought Sargatanas here?

“Lucifer shares your humor. I do not. Which . . . is the reason why I'm here."

“Adam, how nice to see God's first mistake alive and well. You know, I am surprised you can fly. I'm sure the weight . . . of your failures weighs you down."

Makes a series of fellatio movements with his hands and mouth.

*loud obnoxious mouth sucking sounds*

#metaladam. #RP.

[mindhate]

“I never forgive, Buzz. Their species made a mistake, I shall always hold that against them.”

Vague, as always, Sargatanas told everything with telling much of anything. Sargatanas took several steps around Buzz, watching him closely. One could not help but feel the hatred in The God-Moth’s eyes. Cold blue eyes, searching for a reason to kill or maim.

Sargatanas stood there, he leans down and speaks into Buzz’s ear.

“You know, if you talked less, you might work more efficiently.”

Somehow, by tone, Sargatanas sounded threatening towards Buzz. He smiles, shining that creepy angelic grin and retreats.

{ There was a knock at the door. A loud, repeating banging, that was nearly rhythmic. Outside, a black uniformed Hellborn waited. }

Buzz never liked when there was a knocking on his door. It meant that someone had travelled all the way up all 20 flights of stairs just to talk to him. Why? This could've been a phone call or less. He threw open the door, wings buzzing behind him. "Do I know you?"

#nebula gaster. #RP.

[mindhate]

[ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something

@themosthatedbeing

(( first one was from me forgot to tag my blog ))

The Overlord was begging as he scurried back. The Sinner’s face was marked and bruised, bleeding from the nose. Fear was in his eyes, fear of death.

Just a moment ago, he was so proud and flaunting his power. A lowly worm, with delusions of grandeur and relevance. He spoke out of turn to Lucifer, to the king.

Before Lucifer could reply, Sargatanas stepped in. The Overlord’s words were silenced when The God-Moth smite him. The proud Overlord was reduced to begging and screaming for mercy. He stopped, his back against a marble column. Sargatanas stood tall,  breathing like some primal and powerful creature.

A Sinner offending royalty deserved death.

Grabbing The Overlord, Sargatanas hoisted him up and prepared his talons. Black, sharp talons, ready to slice open the sinner throat to stomach.  

Yet, before he could. He was stopped.

Lucifer stepped in, grabbing Sargatanas’s hand before he could strike.

“UNHAND MORNINGSTAR, LET ME TEACH THIS WORM THE ERROR OF HIS WAYS. JUST ONCE!”

#themosthatedbeing. #answered #RP.

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How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

( @themosthatedbeing ))

Sargatanas has no friends. Just temporary alliances that benefit his current agenda.

His distrust and paranoia cannot afford him friends. As for his alliances, his “friends”, he uses it very strictly. You must be of some value to him, for his “friendship”.

#themosthatedbeing. #answered

[mindhate]

What’s the lie your character says most often?

That his son deserved to die.

Sargatanas murdered his son, believing he was conspiring against him. This happened after Sargatanas had his wife burned for treason. His son discovered the conspiracy and saved his father.

In that, Sargatanas succumbed to paranoia. It gnawed with his thoughts, to the point of total obsession.

His son loved him. Despite how strict he was, his son loved him dearly. To repay that love, that loyalty, Sargatanas drove a dagger through his son’s heart. It was quick and clean.

Sargatanas just stood there, holding the bloody knife, and stared at his son’s corpse. For a second, he found peace. There was nobody left that could oppose him. That can take his power away from him. And yet, that peace was chased away by cold, painful reality.

He realized what he had just done.

He cradled his son’s corpse, crying. Days after announcing his son’s murder, Sargatanas searched desperately for a conspiracy involving his son.  Anything, to prove his paranoia was right. That his son deserved to die.

Yet, regardless, he could find nothing.

To this day, he believes his son was plotting against him. He’s still searching. He’s still lying to himself.

#the-expatriate #answered

[mindhate]

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

#RP memes.

[mindhate]

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

#ask memes.

[mindhate]

“You’re not on Pride, you’re in Jinn. A separate plain of existence, independent from the rings of Hell.”

Sargatanas answered while watching Buzz tinker away, diligently. In a way, he was grading the insect on his work. After all, he might request Buzz to return to Jinn, whenever the need of his services arise.

“Before Jinn, this was the homeland of The Imps. Of course, me and my two hundred fallen burned their cities, butchered their gods . . . . it was all glorious you see. A deserving punishment  . . . for those who don’t know their place.”

One could detect a certain disdain in his voice for Imps. Before Sinners, his hatred burned for that miserable race that resisted him. They were a troublesome breed, defiant even when faced with total oblivion. It would have been extinction, had not Lucifer intervened. Of course, it was not out of mercy.

Despite his hatred of Imps, many remained here in Jinn. They were servants, near the bottom of the hierarchy of The Republic. Of course, they were above the sinners here, they had power over them. All their generational trauma and hatred, they took out on the sinners.  Through this, Sargatanas controlled them, as he controlled all loyal Hellborn.

{ There was a knock at the door. A loud, repeating banging, that was nearly rhythmic. Outside, a black uniformed Hellborn waited. }

Buzz never liked when there was a knocking on his door. It meant that someone had travelled all the way up all 20 flights of stairs just to talk to him. Why? This could've been a phone call or less. He threw open the door, wings buzzing behind him. "Do I know you?"

#nebula gaster. #RP.

[mindhate]

Leaves a duck on his throne just for the hell of it ~

@mindhate

{ This was infuriating. Again, Lucifer must play these pranks. }

"Abomination."

{ Viciously, he grabs the duck and throws it. The ducky bounces of a wall, squeaking as it did. }

#themosthatedbeing. #answered

[mindhate]

@themosthatedbeing

He is sending Sargas so many emails and so many duck memes on his new computer once it’s made .

{ Sargatanas narrows his eyes. He feels tense, as if he made a terrible mistake. }

"Oh no."

#themosthatedbeing. #answered

[mindhate]

That’s exactly what Sargatanas thought about Buzz, as a computer program. A useful sinner, just called upon for one simple task. Then again, that’s how he treated everyone in his Republic. They were all machines of flesh. Disposable and expendable machines of flesh.

Sargatanas remained silent while Buzz tinkered away. The Throne Demon’s brow raised slightly, at Buzz’s question. The sinner deserved an answer, that much was given.

“I’ve known about you.” The Throne Demon walks around Buzz, his arms crossed as he contemplated the bug. He speaks more, as his boots impacted against the marble floors, echoing some in that large room. The air was cold, very cold.

“It’s my job, to know things. I know about every sinner on Pride, from the mightiest Overlord to the lowliest cab driver.”

Odd, that he should choose that last profession. He stops, leaning down towards Buzz, invading his space but not caring for it.

“Any more questions, Buzz?"

{ There was a knock at the door. A loud, repeating banging, that was nearly rhythmic. Outside, a black uniformed Hellborn waited. }

Buzz never liked when there was a knocking on his door. It meant that someone had travelled all the way up all 20 flights of stairs just to talk to him. Why? This could've been a phone call or less. He threw open the door, wings buzzing behind him. "Do I know you?"

#nebula gaster. #RP.

[mindhate]

“Treason, against Jinn. Against me, to be exact.”

Of course, Sargatanas was lying. Sure, some of them had harbored resentment towards him. Perhaps, dreams of freedom. Most, however, were just at the wrong place, the wrong time.

More so, this was needed. A mass execution instills public spirit. Loyalty to the state. Loyalty to Sargatanas and his infernal spirits. Yet, fear was the object always.

Sargatanas moved around Lucifer, his face stoney and soulless as ever. He turned his eyes on Lucifer, cold as ever.

 “After all, treason against a fallen. Is treason against the whole, against you as well, Lucifer.”

"Apparently you need another demonstration of my authority."

@mindhate

Lucifer for his part looked unphased from where he sat on the balcony railing , overlooking the center of the gathering in Sarga’s kingdom . Another execution it seems .

“By all means show me ~ however I would like to know what crimes these apparent traitors have committed ?” He asked, raising a hand to hold back the executioners blade for a moment . His own way of flaunting his power .

#themosthatedbeing. #RP.

[mindhate]

Cyberwarfare?

Oh, yes, he’s heard of that term before. Loray spoke about it when he returned from The Living World, after his usual spread of chaos and destruction.  He  equated it to the corruption of souls. Souls, in many ways, are the software of beings. He found what Loray said was interesting, but beneath him.

Of course, Sargatanas needed Buzz not for that purpose. He needed him to build a computer, a personal terminal.

“I need you to construct a computer. I shall provide the necessary components.”

With one move of his hand, the needed parts arrived. They materialized on his obsidian desk, for Buzz to create and put together. Sargatanas moved to the side, crossing his arms. The Throne Demon watched Buzz, with a look of hatred but curiosity. The look of which would unease most beings.

{ There was a knock at the door. A loud, repeating banging, that was nearly rhythmic. Outside, a black uniformed Hellborn waited. }

Buzz never liked when there was a knocking on his door. It meant that someone had travelled all the way up all 20 flights of stairs just to talk to him. Why? This could've been a phone call or less. He threw open the door, wings buzzing behind him. "Do I know you?"

#nebula gaster. #RP.

[mindhate]

Long ago, he once cared about Charlie. He cared . . . about a great many things. He could love, he could feel loved.

Those emotions were long since carved out from his heart. He could no longer love anything, or anyone. Sargatanas only regarded people on how useful they were to him.  People were instruments, Sargatanas accepted that much already.  

Charlie was useless. Sure, maybe with discipline and instruction, she could become something useful. Then again, she was not the object of his conspiracy. Lucifer was, as it should be. Once everything is ready, Charlie shall serve her purpose for Hell. A sacrificial lamb.  

On Alastor, Sargatanas frowned and narrowed his eyes. At one time, the title “overlord” was reserved for demons who proved their loyalty. Now, it seemed almost every sinner on Pride was an “overlord”. Sargatanas found them all useless. Though, some appealed to him for their talents. One day, he shall see them stripped of their personality, their every emotion, reduced to just talents. Reduced to just flesh computers on standby for questions.

“Your confidence is misplaced. Sinners  . . . much like humans . . . are always trying to get ahead. They forget their place and assume power belongs to them. I should know, my wife assumed the same thing.”

He regarded his late wife with hatred and even regret. Regret not for executing her, but for allowing her so much power. He bought her words that she loved him, only to manipulate him. To conspire against him and murder him for his kingdom. She failed, by the grace of his son.

“Sooner, or later, this Alastor will try something. I hope Lucifer, that you understand that. For Charlie’s sake, I hope you understand.”

@themosthatedbeing

Guess who’s here to annoy him again~ “ Sargatanas , it’s been a while since our last meeting ! Also I have an invitation for you~”

@themosthatedbeing

Lucifer’s unannounced visits were aggravating. Growling, Sargatanas turned to greet Morningstar with feigned politeness. Then . . . what Lucifer said next confused him, surprised him.

“An invitation? Lucifer, I do not share your sense of humor.”

So cynical, Sargatanas was, that he couldn’t believe the gesture was even genuine. Then it dawned on him, Lucifer was being genuine. Cynicism was replaced with suspicion.

“I’ll humor you, what’s this invitation for?”

#themosthatedbeing. #RP.

[mindhate]

{ . . . . . . . }

"Why do I suddenly feel disgust."

#dash commentary. #a personal hell / sargatanas.