Pluto's temple is made entirely of polished black obsidian and always seems to be constantly surrounded by shadow no matter the weather. The roof is slightly slanted and littered with pearly white bones, which no one really knows who they belong to or is even remotely eager to find out. It's an enclosed structure, circular, and the only entrance is built into the walls. The only visible sign of the door is of a jewel encrusted, silver skull and crossbones, which when twisted, slides open the door to allow legionnaires entrance. Inside, the walls are decorated with gems that glow brightly enough so that the temple is dimly lit. The statue of the god himself is set near the back and seems to glow faintly as well. There is an engraved table in the center of the room left for offerings.
Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 9:26 pm
xxFEELING S↻FAITHLESS┋♝ LOST UNDER THE SURFACE彡 xxxxxxxxxxxxDon't know⊱what you're expecting of me★☆ xxxxxxPut under⇣the pressure of walking in your shoes╯ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOWX⊹XCAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW xxx≫every step that I take is❛(another mistake to you xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOWX⊹XCAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW The daytime was bright and sunny, and he hated it. The sun was almost his worst enemy, and over the years, his skin had tanned and darkened from its former pallor. His silver eyes gazed up at the sky, and the god paused outside of his mother's temple, his eyes drawn to a darker temple a short distance away. He had avoided that temple, but that didn't mean that he didn't know about its existence. Too the contrary, actually. He walked into his mother's temple, leaving an offering of flowers that he made bloom, setting them on the small silver dish and staying in the shade for a moment before his startling silver eyes turned to the dark temple just within view. He walked up to it, in the hellish sun again. He hadn't changed his appearance very much, simply his powers and aura. It had been enough to keep his father at bay, after all. Regillus walked around the temple, taking the different features into account. He'd never opened the temple, actually. He noted the skull and crossbones after a moment, and touched it, feeling it vibrate at his motion. He turned it, from curiosity, one way, then the other. The entire wall hummed for a moment, then the door lifted, revealing an opening to the temple. Regillus stepped in and the door slid down behind him.
The interior was cool, mostly dark and about the same lighting as the Underworld held, or so Regillus remembered. He looked around, turning in a full circle to observe the beautiful gems in the walls, and his hand reached out, touching one. It seemed almost magnetized to his touch and hummed in the wall. He pushed it back in, and it was glowing lightly once more. Finally, he turned silver eyes on the large statue situated in the back of the room, and he swallowed, feeling his mouth run dry. If there was anything that could make him quiver with fear, it was the image of the man the statue portrayed. He walked up slowly, surveying the familiar marble face. The statues in the camp were enchanted; when a god chose a new form to appear to mortals regularly, the statue itself would change. "You haven't changed at all, have you?" he whispered airily. He couldn't find his voice, having not seen his father in so long. True, he despised and feared his father, but that didn't make him love the man any less. He had gone through a lot of work from the time he was born to please his father and achieve his expectations. And then, he'd...left. True, looking back on it, he shouldn't have left, and he shouldn't have taken his father having another child to heart. Looking back on it, he was ashamed of himself, but it was that same shame that kept him away.
"If I came back, what would you do? I mean...I made quite a mistake. Would you welcome me back?" He sighed softly, crouching down on the ground and placing a hand on the ground, causing some asphodel to bloom and setting them on the offering plate, still careful not to use his father's powers. He sighed softly, an inner struggle rising in him as he wondered if he should continue hiding from his father. Finally, he reached for the cord around his neck, taking the platinum cross trinket off, though its contact with his skin kept the effect of it going. He closed his eyes, pressing the tip of the cross to his lips. Forgiveness must be earned. Respect must be earned. Rank must be earned. Nothing in Rome comes free. He sighed, his hand hovering above the dish before he released the cross, hearing it drop into the dish as his darker, true aura rose to the surface and his powers returned.
"I've been in hiding for too long, Father. I suppose you'll be coming for me soon, whether it be to punish me or to welcome me back," he said, bowing to the statue and waving his hand over his offering before he turned to leave the temple, nervous in the presence that he was sure he had only imagined the entire time that he had been in the temple. His father wouldn't be interested in tracking whoever was just coming in to look at the gems, after all. I guess after all these years, I just miss the man. Not so strange, I guess. It's been a long time away from him, after all... Chuckling softly to himself as he anticipated the tentative reunion, Regillus shook his head, looking for the trigger to exit the temple.
ooc;; Whoot! I'm kinda sad about my post length, though...I coulda done better...
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