- Lucie.
"Tu viens de dire quelque chose sur le fait d'être coincé ici... Est-ce que c'est ça que tu as fait pour être jaloux?" Tu cherches à prendre le contrôle de mon sanctuaire, n'est-ce pas?
Oh pour l'amour d'elle-même - Pride a dû résister à poignarder le mongrel.
Je répète. Jusqu'à ce qu'il ne fût rien de plus qu'un morceau de chair qui ne pouvait même pas respirer le même air qu'elle - Oh attendez une minute...
Pour l'instant, Pride a laissé la colère courir. C'était plus facile et mieux que d'essayer de régner dans ce mauvais tempérament si le sien. C'était plutôt pitoyable, vraiment. Le voir flipper tellement. La fierté n'a même pas fléchi quand il a jeté la table... mais c'était une très belle table, pour un objet fait par l'homme.
"Je me fiche de la forme que vous prenez, ou de la forme que vous me forcez, je vais encore broyer tous vos misérables tas de chair dans la pulpe et le poinçon là où vous vous trouvez!"
"Oh, regarde. Tu t'es réduit à quelque chose de moins qu'un mangourou enragé. Un chimpanzé écœurant, n'est-ce pas? C'est un singe malade et écœurant." Pride soupira, donnant un regard cool à Wrath. Soudain, toute la pièce était remplie d'un air oppressif. Il est devenu plus épais, ce qui rend plus difficile de respirer alors que les yeux violets de Pride regardaient Wrath sans pitié. Les autres démons seraient facilement en mesure de dire qui le faisait exactement pendant qu'elle continuait à parler.
quelque chose qui pourrait même
"Maintenant SILENCE." Sa voix commandait, presque apparemment parlant de presque tous les coins de la pièce à la fois. Même la fureur Wrath sentait au moins un soupçon de quelque chose, que ce soit la peur, le respect, ou quoi que ce soit d'autre, qui l'a fait réfléchir à deux fois sur la poursuite de son rampage, même si ce n'était pas une garantie qu'il s'arrêterait. C'est bien. Elle pourrait encore faire ça. Avec ça, elle pouvait convaincre tous les humains de se retourner contre lui avec peu de difficulté. Les mots de Prides étaient absolus, et ils devaient être obéis.
Pas besoin de commencer à se battre entre eux ici. Cela serait préjudiciable à toutes les parties concernées.
"Si vous me permettez de vous expliquer la situation Wrath", continua-t-elle dans son ton normal. Elle n'avait pas bougé une fois de son siège, pas un seul muscle alors qu'elle regardait Wrath en bas avec un regard sans lien, en dehors de ses mots. "Et utilisez votre cerveau pour un moment, je vous donnerai les détails de notre soi-disant "punition". Si vous ne vous souvenez pas, c'est 'Dieu' qui nous a tous bannis jusqu'à cet endroit. Je n'ai rien à voir avec ça, ou pensez-vous que je me soumettrais volontairement à cet air putride que ces humains respirent? Ugh, il me fait presque vomir même être dans le même domaine d'existence qu'eux."
Bien sûr, n'a-t-il pas décidé de se calmer... elle avait des moyens de le retenir. Elle a peut-être perdu temporairement son éclat aveuglant et une majorité de ses pouvoirs et les salles dorées qu'elle appelait à la maison, mais elle pouvait encore sentir son éclat brillant dans le fond de son esprit. Attendre, pour briller leur lumière sur ces idiots.
"Voulez-vous vous asseoir et écouter ou prendre des mesures plus drastiques qui seraient mauvaises pour toutes les parties concernées?"
"Ha...How far I have fallen to subject myself to living among these cockroaches. Heh...might as well enjoy this gift, oh merciful God. I shall make sure to repay this insult...a hundred fold, soon."
Demon Name:
Pride
Adopted Human Name:
Lucia Beatrice Megalos
Physical Age:
17
Chosen Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Stark white hair, with violet eyes and standing at a fairly tall five foot eight Pride likes to think she is the embodiment of physical perfection. While she doesn't have the endowments of lust to be certain, there is such a thing of being overly endowed to crude, imperfect levels. She has a well-built build, with soft curves and most people tend to find her fairly alluring and difficult to tear their eyes away from.
Personality:
Pride. Hubris. A sin even the best men can commit without even knowing it. Lucia embodies this in quite a number of different ways, as the physical embodiment of the sin of Pride. Lucia thinks very highly of herself, as one might expect. She believes that she is absolutely the best at everything. Academics, sports, physical ability, appearance, intelligence, video games, writing everything. While the truth may be somewhat less than true, it is known she always, always strives towards perfection.
She regards others around her with varying levels of acknowledgement and disregard. At times, she doesn't even seem to notice the little people, as if to her they don't even exist. This treatment also extends to her demonic brethren of any kind. Nothing more than tools to be used in accomplishment of some goal - that is what everyone is to her. She loathes weakness of any kind, especially in herself and her supposed allies.
She leads, because she thinks she is deserving of it and is mercilessly cruel to those who question her authority. Indeed, she loves putting down others, especially those who stand against her.
However, like the nature of Pride itself, she can be rather two-faced. Pride in small doses, can be a good thing. Taking pride in ones work is after all, not a sin so long as one does not let it cloud their judgement. It's an insidious sin that one may not even realize they're falling for until its too late. She's also not a complete fool when it comes to dealing with others, especially humans. When in public or dealing with other mortals, her nature and dealings with humans is much more measured. To most humans, she'll come off as simply extremely confident if somewhat icy and difficult to approach...but otherwise perfectly friendly. Sometimes encouraging, and even protecting of them...nurturing that pride of theirs. She comes off as very...Himedere, in nature most of the time.
In terms of redeeming qualities, Lucia Is very confident. Confidence, even when facing situations that are not favorable can go a long way to making one simply power through it. She is dedicated, determined, and will follow through with any course of action she chooses even if she ends up getting hurt in the process. Surprisingly those that are her allies and subordinates, she takes very good care of as long as they are loyal and know their place. Insulting them, insults and disrespects her by extension. She also is the demon most likely to keep her word...if you can get her to agree to something.
As for her demonic brethren....she dislikes the lot of them.
Gluttony is too gluttonous. Unsightly fat pig. Thinks of nothing beyond their stomach.
Greed wants what he can not have, that isn't rightly theirs. Chase entire fortunes and covetous of Prides own power. Pathetic.
Lust is just a mindless slut. Physical relations with other beings? Pathetic whore.
Sloth is a lazy, unmotivated, fool lacking vision. Doesn't have the necessary vision of a better world Pride has. Their world
Envy is a pathetic worm. Worse than a snake, even. A worm wriggling about in the muck, crying and whining about what it lacks and will never have.
Wrath is nothing more than a rabid mongrel deserving to be put down. Though a rabid mongrel does have its uses, she supposes....
That said, she tolerates them. They have their uses, but she isn't afraid of telling them what she thinks of them.
Magic Powers:
Unlike what one might expect, Pride itself is not a directly combative force. Oh certainly, as a demon she is vastly more powerful than humans are. However, compared to someone like say, Wrath or Envy, Pride takes a much more restrained approach to violence. Indeed, it even seems to shy away from it...at least, as far as getting itself involved goes. It prefers to work through agents, keeping its hands clean until just the right moment. She is a commander. A leader. Not a trooper or fighter. A tactician.
However, for all her 'perfection' she lacks many other things that makes demons powerful. Most notably, she has no truly fancy magics.
Lord of Hubris: Bearer of Light:
Ever so radiant, the bringer of Light. So profanely alluring. A false god. Pride, is charismatic. Almost blindingly so. It is appealing. It is a thing that everyone is capable of. This makes her words seem much more alluring. In effect, those that hear her words will be more motivated to do as she desires. The sun itself seems to always be on her side, lighting their path forwards.
Alternatively, she speaks with such a domineering and frightening tone that it threatens to paralyze those that listen with fear, or make them flee in terror, the radiance blinding them. Which effect is felt by people, depends entirely on if they are an ally or not. Even high level angelic beings would have trouble shrugging this off entirely.
She can pacify entire rooms with her voice alone, and most wouldn't dare to stand against her. Anything not a mindless entity would be affected by this in some fashion.
To put simply, this is either used as a motivational to get people to agree with her, or to scare them into submission.
Prides Perfection:
Perfect body, able to move mountains. Perfect mind, able to think of the perfect solution to a problem, seemingly able to process information faster than most humans are capable of. Perfect everything. Pride, is perfect. In essence, Pride is perfect. She is at the peak of physical strength, agility, and ability, and while she perhaps may not be as clearly physically strong as a raging wrath or her other brethren...compared to humans? She could kill them with a single hand. She is agile, fast, and strong, capable of easily lifting tons of weight and pulling of extreme feats of acrobatics.
However, this has been restricted to what could be considered peak human levels for someone of her apparent age, as far as her current appearance goes meaning she is not as strong as any other human at the moment.
Rule of Pride:
This human form, is by far her normal form. Her original, radiant, form was stripped from her by god when she was forced into this silly human body. Pathetic. Pathetic. Infuriating. That damn arrogant god! She refuses! She rejects him with her entire being as well as these shackles. She is a proud being, and will suffer no insult as to be shoved into a form more fit for mere maggots, writhing in the mud to be fodder for the birds! However, try as she might she can not break this form.
She is however, able to regain some of her lost radiance stripped from her.
Wings full of blackened feathers sprout from her back in a flash of brilliant white. She is able to summon multiples of her favored weapon, a double pronged spear - a bident. The weapons are ethereal constructs, seemingly made of pure light and she is able to manipulate them as ranged javelins or wield one as an effective melee weapon. She can summon around ten different ones at a time, and is able to fire them at foes from a distance.
Likes:
- sweets
- Grapes
- Apples
- Power
- Being in charge
- Being called 'Mistress'
- Military uniforms
- The color of Pride, Purple.
Dislikes:
-God (arrogant fool)
-Weakness
-Carelessness
-Recklessness
-Humans
-Demons
-Things with more power than she.
-everything that isn't herself
Extra:
- Always wears thin gloves in public, as if the human world is too filthy for her to touch.
- Surprisingly, she likes singing and is fairly good at it. Probably because she likes hearing her own voice.