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No one without the other

Darkness Loves Light

No matter how the darkness looms around you - how much you've become the darkness - there's one bright spot in your life - a person who makes everything worthwhile.

It doesn't really matter how they came to you. What does is that they stay. Whether you admit it or not, you seek comfort from them...and, perhaps, them from you, if you're in the same situation.

So, whether you push them away, treat them right, or go so far as to worship them and put them on a pedestal, you don't want them to go now. You crave being with them, or at least being in their presence. Don't ruin this for yourself. After all, what would you do without your little ray of light? You'll do anything to keep them happy and loved. Anything.

Respond to the meme with your character, canon, preferences, and, if you'd like, what position you're character will be in.
Respond to others.

Darkness Drawn to Light: They're the only good thing in your life and you'll keep them, no matter what.
Light Drawn to Darkness: Despite how they may push you away, you still try to get closer.
Darkness Dawn to Darkness: You both deserve a little relief in a lifetime of battles.

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[ the light ]

[ m/f (characters 21+). dark. so very dark. ]

[Pref is for her to be light, but happy to discuss it!]

[The darkness]

[ Darkness; either drawn to light or dark is fine! ]

[ the light (though open to her being the darkness, depending on the scenario)! ]

[the light]

[Can be the darkness or the light, depending--it's all a question of where your character falls on the spectrum. Also, I know this is basically a shipping meme, but this is a pattern Beth has absolutely fallen into with people in gen situations, so I'm happy to do gen stuff, too. Interested in both canon and cross-canon CR, happy to do things in her world, your character's world, or a jamjar!]

[ light ]

[ would be the darkness. ]

dark dark dark.

((An OC. Tomoe is an exorcist. But she exorcises demons by capturing them with supernatural red thread and making them possess her so she can have their powers. Maybe she has tried to attack Sesshomaru a few times, fails, and eventually comes to learn more about him?))

ooc you're welcome to him! obviously he's not overly fond of having strangers play interference on his travels, but he can become comfortably accustomed to them.

((OOC: See journal for details. He's pretty much made for this and definitely would be the "darkness".))

((Oh man. Uh. Darkness to darkness? Seph's done a looooooot of bad stuff. And he'd be so down with the word play / game mechanic in the underworld.))

((OOC: Ooooh, into it! I'm happy to set things up but need a little more info on how you want this to go first. Do you want it to actually be a scenario where he's died and is actually there with it functioning as some form of hell or do you want him to have figured out how to get there? If he's there on his own, is he exploring or openly antagonistic to start? I'm fine with any of it, though I think a fight scene where they end up both kind of having more fun than fighting could be interesting! It's a pretty long way to go to get to the actual elements of the meme, though.))

((Hm. Let's go with a mix of died but able to traverse in and out of it due to his alien DNA. He'd be actively antagonistic and disruptive with the general desire to rule. Down with a fight scene or starting from the end of the fight. (or starting with their first meeting in general)))

((OOC: Sorry for the delay, let me know if I need to change anything. Starting from first meeting, we'll see if they fight.))

He's heard about the new arrival, of course, but he's a busy man and it takes him a while to actually getting around to paying him a visit. He doesn't see to the vast majority of things here personally, after all, there's entirely too much even for a creature like himself. But he's been hearing rumors about how this new soul has been adjusting (poorly, from what he's heard, but that's most people in their first few months here, before eternity really has a chance to settle in as it were) and also reports of it's power and he's curious about them.

There have been rumors of the ruler of the Underworld that surely Sephiroth would have heard by now but they're all pretty vague and contradictory, like the rumor of any good legend: ten feet tall, constantly on fire, just eyes in the darkness, clawed and horned and hideous, unearthly beauty that drives you insane to look at it, made entirely of shadow, etc. The reality is just a man dressed in a sort of nondescript noble's finery in blacks and blues, finely made and well fitted but nothing spectacular. He's attractive, yes, but a lot of people are attractive. There's nothing immediately special about him, though perhaps his eyes are a bit odd, not that a set of odd eyes would be anything unusual to Sephiroth.

Whatever Sephiroth is doing, though, the man interrupts only by watching him steadily until he's acknowledged.

After all the rumors, seeing the ruler of the Underworld in person is almost underwhelming. There's no mistaking Ereuvir's presence though. It's the air of someone who has ruled and it only spurs on the dark desire within Sephiroth to try and topple it.

This place is nothing more than a pit stop for his greatness. He may have lost once but he won't repeat that mistake. He will gather all the souls for himself and return to the living.

He continues to abuse the minions who are trying to subdue him without much success. He finds little enjoyment skewering them though, seeing as they just come back to 'life'. After ten more go down at his hand, he finally turns to regard Ereuvir, pointing his stupidly long blade at him.

"I will have your crown."

Ereuvir blinks at that and then laughs. It's not an unkind laugh, it's genuine mirth.

"Will you? I think you are misinformed as to what I am, or how power works here, if you think so. Do you think I was elected? That I was born into power or stole it, like your leaders," he glances upwards when he says it, "As above so below?" that's finally mocking, though he still seems far more amused than angry, "I don't think so. What power do you think is capable of being taken? I am the Underworld." His lips curl and while the smirk is definitely challenging, it seems genuine enough, "You cannot destroy me. Do you think you can rule me?"

There's a little bit of a different kind of spark here, an indication (that Ereuvir does nothing to hide) that he's having fun already, just verbally jousting.

Sephiroth quirks his eyebrows at that. "Oh?" So that's how it is. "Then I will rule you." The blade is held steady as he stares back at Ereuvir with challenge and amusement in his eyes. This is a man who's used to being at the top of the food chain.

"Tell me how and I will do it," he smirks, spreading his free hand out in a welcoming gesture.

Ereuvir raises his eyebrows slightly,

"You want me to tell you how to rule me? And you believe... I would answer you, and do so truthfully?" he looks down the edge of Sephiroth's blade, "I'm not that foolish or that arrogant."

He tilts his head to the side, taking a step off the wall where he's been leaning, moving closer, but slowly, not really straight towards Sephiroth, just casually closer.

"Why would you want to rule the Underworld? Just to be able to rule something? Just because you can?"

Seeing that the other isn't rising to his taunts, he deftly withdraws the blade, swinging it to the side before letting it fade in a mist of black and green.

"The world above will be mine soon enough. Those who perish don't deserve a hell without me."

"You do understand only the wicked come here, correct? This is a function, not a throne," he holds his hands out to the side, indicating both himself and the area around him. "If what you desire is power, you're in the wrong place. If what you want to do is make those who deserve suffering suffer well..." Ereuvir's lips curl into a cruel smile, "Then there's little reason for us to fight about it."

He moves closer still,

"What I'm curious about, however, is why you think you're immune? You're clearly in hell. It seems like you've made some decisions that have sent you here. What do you think is so special about you?" it could be taunting, certainly, but Ereuvir sounds genuinely curious.

He smiles. "My mother will ensure my return to the surface." He has an otherworldly feel to him, so that part may be true. Or pure delusion, who knows. "As enjoyable as causing eternal suffering sounds, I have business to attend to above."

He doesn't seem threatened by Ereuvir's approach, just stands his ground and observes.

Ereuvir's approach is not at all threatening. In fact, it seems almost designed not to be. He doesn't seem particularly submissive about it, it's more just that he doesn't seem to recognize that Sephiroth has any sort of power to hurt him at all.

It's not entirely true. He can feel pain, but it is difficult to cause it as more than an inconvenience and difficult to hurt him in the first place, really, at least while he's standing in the middle of his kingdom. Really, it's more that he sees no reason to fight yet, or to throw around any of his power. This man is clearly delusional in some form or fashion, but also interesting, and it's so rare he finds himself interested.

"So it is just power for the sake of power, then? I'm afraid I can't just let you have it. Particularly if you're planning on trying to leave. But this endless killing of my servants is a bit bothersome. Personally, I would prefer if you would come back with me and we could discuss this over dinner. But if you prefer to fight, I won't deny you a target."

Sephiroth's own posture is calm though no less intimidating. He's starting to grow more intrigued than mad with power now. And while a discussion is nice and all. A good fight would sate his urges better.

"What makes you think you can keep me here?" Though a bit more talk wouldn't hurt.

"What makes you think you know the way out?" he counters, with a shrug, "I admit, it's entirely possible you're the exception to the rule, but in several thousand years, no other soul has been able to escape," the grin is a bit unpleasant, "Though it hasn't been for lack of trying, believe me."

"Mother is still up there. I can feel it." He certainly doesn't appear sound of mind when he says that. "So is my body. They'll show me the way."

He tilts his head towards Ereuvir. "Will you stop me?"

Ereuvir shrugs,

"I shouldn't have to. I think you'll simply find it harder than you're expecting. It isn't as though you can just walk back to the world of the living, after all." There's a pause and then he adds,

"You're awfully hell-bent on that, aren't you? Your revenge and whatnot?"

"It's my purpose, but I don't mind waiting if you prove to be an interesting host." Ereuvir is right, of course. He can still sense his body, preserved and waiting above ground, but no direct path. None that he could feel out at this moment.

"I think one of the most fascinating things about humans is their lack of purpose," Ereuvir says, "They do such interesting things, without a clearly defined, cosmic role to play. What amazing thing did you purchase with that right, that you would give it up?" It is, perhaps, an odd sentiment. But Ereuvir is someone who was created to do something very specific. He would say he generally has "free will" as far as such things go, but he's certainly unable to change his fate or anything such as that. It fascinates him, when people do and can, so easily.

"How am I doing so far? I regret I can't spend the resources to keep your fighting interesting forever."

"You're keeping my interest. So far." Sephiroth walks up until he's standing within arm's reach of Ereuvir. "I discovered my birth right recently. I'm an Ancient. We populated the Planet once but my ancestors all perished while keeping it safe. I am the last and I intend to take back the Planet for Mother."

Ereuvir considers that for a moment, head tilted to the side,

"That sounds very lonely," he says, after a moment. Not that it's for him to judge. He's not exactly a sparkling bit of social butterfly, himself. But he does have his sister, after a fashion, and he's not the only immortal he knows.

And a lie he believed too.

"The strong rules alone.' That's just how it is, isn't it?

"And are all the more tragic for it, I think. I cannot wholly relate or argue, I, too, was created to rule in solitude and I do enjoy it. But I have always thought one of the most beautiful things about humanity was their ability to band together, their bonds and their friendships. And their wars and hatreds," he grins, "I find those equally compelling. But to choose to stand apart seems a grim one, to me. I did not have that choice and so I cannot regret it, but you did. It surprises me that you don't."

Sephiroth looked bitter as he scoffed. "Friendship is a farce. It's made out of backstabbing, betrayal, and lies." He held a hand out towards Ereuvir. "Be thankful you'll never experience it."

((Much darkness))

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let's go with it. :3

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