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(OOC: Yes, I was too lazy to rewrite a new intro post so... yeah.... If there's any mention of Althalos or any misused pronouns, my bad sweatdrop .)

Suddenly, from out of the darkness on all sides, a laugh could be heard. The way it bounced off the walls of the room, echoing, made it hard to just what kind of voice the laugh originated from. It even made it hard to pinpoint the tone it was done in. However, whatever tone it was, it was most definitely prideful. Arrogance and superiority were clearly present in the babble of emotions that could have been the cause of the laugh. If Althalos were to look behind him while searching for the source of the voice, he will notice that the door he had entered through... wasn't there. No traces or signs of its disappearances visible, it was simply gone.

Suddenly, as the echoes of the laughter continued to resound around the room, the voice began to recite a poem, one that would seem quite similar should the "contestant" have take the time to read a certain statue in front of the gates:


As the word "hell" rung throughout the room, suddenly a hundred torches will seem to light up at once, temporarily blinding the potential host with the sudden light. After regaining her vision, May woulc notice that the supposed torches were, in fact, flame-colored jewel-like rocks that shimmered with light like an actual fire. "Welcome lowly maggot to my, Pride the god's, magnificent abode. I assure you, it is much better than you will ever be for, alas, it's mine. Anything even related to me is worth so much more than anyone else," as he talked in his pompous manner with his oh-so-confident sneer, Pride gestured at the room about him.

As he said, it was magnificent. Not only were there jewels that shimmered with a light mimicking actual fire lining the walls and even the edges of the floor, the floor and ceiling were tiled by a midnight-black obsidian that seemed to also shimmer in the light of the jewels and cast a glow of their own. Various works of art, all of them of priceless quality and all of them created by Pride were scattered at random throughout the mainly empty space. On the ceiling, poems in various languages, all Pride's work, were inscribed in a blinding white that shone brighter than stars against the shimmering black. Lastly, there was the throne that Pride was sitting on. It towered high above anything else in the room, causing the sin's head to brush against the ceiling. Unlike the floors, ceilings, and walls, the material that the throne was made out of did not shimmer. The solid black stone-like material it seemed to be made out of was interspersed with what seemed to be diamond veins. Through this diamond, light could be seen leaking out. At the very base of the throne were a collection of skulls thrown together haphazardly, skulls of every living creature from Axiom from a puny human skull to one large enough to belong to an Imprisoned One. Obviously, this fantastic collection took quite a bit of space, limiting just how close one could get to the throne.

However, even with such frightening beauty, whether or not the room was better than May or any sentient being in general might have been up to some serious debate. Of course, Pride thought it was and he cared little about debate. He was always right, no debate could change that. With that logic, he was right about his room being better than May.

(OOC: Sorry that this post took so long. It wasn't easy trying to imagine Pride's reaction sweatdrop …. Actually, it never is so expect more waiting gonk .)

Pride immediately disliked the girl. However, in a sense, it was a mixed dislike. Oh, he definitely didn't like her but at the same time he was interested in the source of the insults. Not the superficial source as in, "What reason does she have to insult me?" but in the more personal source as in, "What aspect of her creates the insults?".

Of course, interest did not stave off Pride's anger and his pride made him too proud to show even a whim of such a feeling (OOC: I'm referring to the interest). "What did you say?" the sin asked in a deadly low voice as he raised his chin up high, so high in his usual excess that it seemed a tad bit funny. He was glaring down at the girl in a manner that seemed both anciently menacing and yet, at the same time, cute/funny/childish/etc. depending on the other party's personality. Then, he went full into a full-out rant in a voice that seemed both childish and booming, "How dare you look at my room with eyes as such as yours! So disdainful and disappointed! You filthy eukaryote does your meager atom-sized eukaryotic brain not understand where it is! I AM PRIDE!! I AM GOD!! Even your non-existant brain should be able to process that you have entered a room that is much more than you shall ever be! Seeing you look around with such a filthy, degrading expression must mean that your brain is less than non-existent! Do you even have a brain?! I AM GOD!! I AM GOD!! How dare you call God's creations a 'mess'?! I am not 'a god', I AM GOD!!! Get you less than non-existent brain around that you foul peasant's slave that roams in the mud with the pigs and eats their leftovers! What floats my boat, floats everyone's boat! As a lesser being, you have no taste! Whatever tastes you have are all wrong. Only I am right!! I AM GOD!!! I am never stuck in anything! SHUT UP! I'M SERIOUS!!!!". Finally, his speech, which had gotten somewhat side-tracked as most of his speeches do, ended. Hey, who needs concentration when they're always right?

If he could have done whatever he pleased, Pride would have destroyed May right then and there. However, he held back, not even standing up in his seat as he had with Althalos so much greater was his irritation at this meager lesser-than-a-maggot-eukaryote-atom-being. Instead, he allowed himself with only creating his trademark black aura to appear and envelope around him menacingly as his hands steadily crushed the arms of the solid throne he sat on, eventually sending a fine powder of both dust and diamond falling to the ground, sparkling. When Pride finally released his deadly grip on his seat, the damaged area repaired itself. Even after releasing his grip, though, the anciently menacing glare that he had maintained throughout the entire speech.

((I usually give people a week, meaning she has till thursday before i lose my cool...but thats up to Kage, she runs this s**t))

(ok, cool your tits....i have no issues with a little inactivity... everyone has moments like it.... Sure i want this to move along, but if things in real life are going iffy, take care of that first....you dont have to get all snippy because one person posts a comment...)

BURN!

ok, but seriously...it's ok if you need a break to collect your thoughts, winning pride isnt gonna be easy, i know that, and it might take some time to think of the perfect response...

but, instead of just dropping off the face of the earth for a week, you could spare 30 seconds to drop in and make a small post saying

"hey, having a creativity block...need a day or two, bear with me"

if you do that, you'd be amazed at how long people will wait

((Remember it with your dying breath then. -last post here of spam-))

(OOC: Hmm…. Maybe we should make an OOC thread for this subforum?... And would you guys be a bit less irritated about waiting if you could actually do something with your rpcs? I promise, I'm not thinking about anything dangerous. Just really mundane stuff, like training.
Oh, and sorry to hear that Zelici, hope your dad gets better sweatdrop .)

Pride thought to himself as his face turned red and a huge vein began to throb to the side of his head, his former interest in the cause of her previous insults lost as he came to the answer to the question, Of course, Sloth had never known to shut up. It was just that he didn't like talking, period. Likewise, though, Pride never thought of it that way, always figuring it was in respect for him.

Back to the topic. As per his usual way, Pride would have shouted out his thoughts in yet another tantrum but his anger was so great that he simply couldn't get it past his mouth. If this woman hadn't been a candidate, she would have been blasted to smithereens. However, she was so low that he wasn't willing to go even that far. Pride thought as the near-bursting vein suddenly vanished and he raised his head once more in a haughty style, eyes ice-cold this time. Thinking much more calmly, the sin realized one other thing that caused his straight lips to twist ever so slightly into a hint of a smirk even as May dared to climb onto one of his prized statues, an action that instantly triggered a dangerous flicker in Pride's eyes that he immediately controlled. "Excuse me," the Sin replied coldly and dangerously, now resting his pride on how calmly he reacted, "Just what do you, a molecule of a maggot, think you're doing on my spectacularly, wrought statue? A statue that I had created by myself from nothing but the best of the best, the world's greatest. One with a base of finest ivory taken from the largest elephants and created by my own, godly, untouchable hands? How dare you touch the solid silver of the statue's main body, it's core, with your filthily unworthy body? You dirty peasant should be bowing down to it and kissing it's feet, not sitting on top of it like some boorish, drunken infant." He paused slightly to snap his fingers, at which a filthy trapdoor appeared. Gesturing to it, Pride continued, "If you wish to leave, do so immediately like the low-life you are. I have no need for someone as uncultured and trampled like you. I have no need for someone who insists on ignoring fine art and remaining an ignorant commoner worth no more than the fleas that feed on their blood."

(OOC: Just in case you're wondering, no, you don't have to leave. You can if your rpc wants to, though.)

((WHY HASN'T ANYONE POSTED HERE IN A WEEK!? scream ))