Verdant Horizon

The Underworld. It had been a while since Ravan had visited, the countless souls banished to suffer in this layer of Hell were so numerous that he almost avoided it off principle. The only time he would visit this layer would be to touch base with his Rakshasa counter-part, and daughter like figure, Liu Xinshen. She ruled over this realm, this world was under her juristiction. Although she might respect Ravan as a father figure, they were far from following the same paths. On one hand, he was of Shadow Fall - adopted as Demon King over the past few years. Where as she chose the path Vastime, a nation that was notorious for fighting against Shadow Fall on many fronts. What a curious relationship they had indeed.

The Original Rakshasa was clad in black, the large trench-coat he donned had a white fur hood which wrapped around the back of his neck. With two of his signature masks attached to his waist, it was very obvious the Demon King was not dressed for the occasion. For a moment he stood a few hundred meters away, simply letting his eyes scan as everyone began to enter the gigantic mansion. Everyone was clad in formal attire, ridiculously impractical outfits should something happen, Ravan thought. "Ahhhhh, I can already tell this is going to be fucking boring... Why are we even bothering Saphaeda?"

"Not sure, but at least we get the opportunity to wear pretty dresses." His head turned to the side once more and his eyes fell upon two women -- his Hell Beasts wearing incredibly formal attire. For a moment he was confused, but then Ravan faked a gag of throw up.


"... since when do you two dress like that?" Shaking his head, Ravan tried to dismiss those thoughts. It was time to actually enter the event, and depending on who showed up, try and keep his unruly persona and actions to a minimum. If they pissed him off, though, it was really their own doing.

In that moment, Ravan disappeared faster than one could blink, reappearing hundreds of meters by the entrance just as they swung shut from others entering. At either of his side was Kala and Saphaeda, the black and white haired girls respectively. With a deep breath and voice that slowly gained pitch the longer it went on: Ravan yelled. "GooooooooooooooOOOOOOO-----" with a swift and straight kick of his foot, his dark boots slammed into the giant mansion doors. Cracking off their hinges slightly as the doors slung open, a smirk sprawled across his face as his eyes met with those inside.

"-----OOOOOOOOOOOOOOD EVENING!" Unlike the day prior, his ankle had remained in tact as the doors let out a thundering wham against the inner walls. Walking in, Ravan's eyes immediately were drawn to the incredible expensive looking interior - a truly noble set up. In that moment, hands in pockets, he locked eyes with the Vastimian leader, Desmond Hayden, who had invited him to the event. Beside him seemed to be officers of his regime, yet none of the faces he could recognize properly. Kala and Saphaeda held an expressionless face as Ravan made his loud and rather disrespectful entrance. In contrast to how they were dressed, Ravan was essentially the homeless guy who drank too much before showing up to the party.


They spoke in unison as always.

As the two Hell Beasts made their entrance with a bow, Ravan stood with hands remaining in his pockets, eyes consistently flickering to the surroundings. He was not normally a cautious guy, but usually when he got invited to places or events, it would be a trap. Or at least he assumed. He was not the type of man to gain a lot of friends, thus invites. Further down in himself he knew it was isolating him from the world - but he went through true isolation. It was nothing he couldn't handle.