<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">How long had it been since he laid eyes upon the sun? Felt the cool breeze against his skin? Had the pleasure of conversing with another soul? Longer than he bothered to keep track of. Eon's of solitude could drive just about anyone mad, though considering he was already beyond twisted.. it'd take more than loneliness to do that to him. Laying comfortably across pale red and gold sofa furnishing his cage, Baal glanced down into the full sterling silver chalice where he could practically see his life outside these four walls. He could remember his days before he was caged like some kind of savage beast..<br/>
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Laughter and cheer rang out through marble halls. The walls, floor, and pillars etched in intricate Atlantean words and symbols. Mortal servants proceeded through these hall delivering various goods their prestigious God's craved. From the sweetest fruits, to the brightest golds, and even mortal men and woman who wished nothing more than to please their Gods and Goddesses sexually. The Gods scattered across the dining halls, enjoying the festive music, deliciously seasoned food, and the most sensual of performances given by their followers. This was a simpler time or so they all thought. The grass always looked greener on the other side didn't it? <br/>
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"Caius." A deep angered voice rumbled through the room bringing the joyous occasion to a halt. The servants took the initiative to step aside and cease their activity out of fear. Caius, the head of their Pantheon raised a brow at the unexpected intrusion. <br/>
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"It's nice of you to join us, Baal. It's rare for you to join us in our festivities." He let out a warm smile, while the rest of the gods let out a cheer.<br/>
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"I don't give two shits about your vacuous gathering. You know why I am here." Baal's stride was methodical, his very presence shifted the atmosphere. His overflowing power thick, as if at any moment it was going to grab you by the throat and suffocate you. "What gives you the right to deny Seraphina permission to my chambers?"<br/>
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Caius narrowed his eyes on Baal. "She is the enemy. A Greek whore who needs to stay out of our home."<br/>
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"Watch your tongue Caius. You do not speak of my beloved in such a way." <br/>
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"No boy. <i>You</i> watch yours. I do not care if you are my brothers son, the only reason you are with us is because he wished you here and I have done my part in respecting his wishes, but I will not allow some bastard child to talk to me as if he is of great importance." <br/>
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The air rippled and crackled at the surge of power emitting from Baal. The Atlantean's were unaware of Baal's true origin's. His father Malphas, God of northern winds and life, kept the true identity of Baal's mother a secret for he knew that his Pantheon would not accept him if they knew the truth. He was born a destroyer, birthed from the loins of Chaos, the formless matter that birthed the universe. While the Atlantean's may have been the strongest of the pantheon's they housed one of the most powerful Gods of who drew his strength from the primal source itself. His eerie <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F8c%2F77%2Fbb%2F8c77bbea6701dda27e65ba707c3edb57.jpg&amp;hash=49bce71964fb37c4fd952b49e05bc956" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8c/77/bb/8c77bbea6701dda27e65ba707c3edb57.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">golden</a> orbs locked onto Caius. He'd always hated the God who thought he was better than them all, then again.. didn't all Gods think that?<br/>
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"<i>You </i>would do well to watch the who you are talking to like that Caius.." His tone dropped, and his angered tone sounded almost demonic. Red swirls mixed into his golden orbs, creating an image that looked like the sun itself. Some of the other Gods found it almost mesmerizing to gaze into Baal's eyes, heated with anger. With that anger came a new realization.. Baal wasn't like the rest of them. Sure he had a sense of familiarity with his presence, but there was something stronger, darker, that was unlike anything they'd ever felt. For the first time in their immortal lives, they had a taste of fear. <br/>
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Baal glanced up from his chalice finally taking a sip of his wine, breaking free from memories that could not change the past. Memories that forever haunted him. Memories that did nothing but fuel the fire in his heart for revenge. He didn't even bother finishing his drink before throwing the chalice across the room, splashing the drink across the wall and floor. He could stay content no longer with being imprisoned. He was going to find a way out one way or another.. and when he did, those who took what was precious to him would pay dearly with their lives. <br/>
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"Soon Caius.. I shall finish what I started."</span>