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Swan's Song - Prisoners of Hell
Swan's Song - Prisoners of Hell
Swan
Height: 5’10”
“Oro supplex et acclinis, Cor contritum quasi cinis: Gere curam mei
finis.”
She dons a dark blue gambeson with the left sleeve ripped off,
underneath a leather brigandine. Her right arm is protected by a
pauldron and a vambrace, and her legs by greaves, cuisses and
poleyns, all of which she had taken from the local armourers. Her
long brown hair stays tied at the top with bangs covering a scar she
had received during the destruction of her village. Swan is armed
with a longsword made in her father’s forge, graced with a holy
rosary wrapped around its crossguard. Alongside her sword, Swan
has access to a sickle which she can wrap her arm tendon around,
utilising it like a grapple hook.
Barachiel
Height: 7’0”
“O Powerful Archangel, St. Barachiel, filled with heaven’s glory and
splendour, thou art rightly called God’s benediction...”
The Archangel of Blessings and second in command for the Seven
Archangels, Barachiel accompanies Swan on her journey through
Hell making sure she doesn't stray from the holy path. Their high
status within the Seven Archangels and remarkable piousness
makes them a revered figure among those in Hell, Purgatory and
Heaven; many of those in Hell pray daily to Barachiel in hopes of
receiving their blessing and ending their penitence. They have been
described before in Virgil’s personal scriptures as “merciful”, but
none have seen how they act in the most dire of situations.
Barachiel wears a long off-white robe with red stripes that go along
the sleeves, and on the skirt three pieces of red ribbon wrap around
them. On top of their head, a crown of white roses is placed just
underneath their halo. The left arm of their robe is filled to the brim
with white rose petals that litter the ground wherever they go, on top
of Barachiel’s left shoulder a blue shawl sits. Their chest piece is a
highly ornate cuirass, made of gold and silver with long strips of
paper that read Barachiel’s holy prayer. On the front of their armour,
a human heart is chained, and on the back two holes are present
which allows them to extend their wings, made of purely muscle
and a flexible cartilage for the feathers, out of their back. Their
sword, a zweihander affixed with a silver cross and a prayer, stays
at their hip at all times. When not using their sword, Barachiel
carries a golden censer.
Virgil
Height: 7’0”
Virgil’s role in Hell is to document those that pass through and lead
them each to their destinations. His intimidating height is juxtaposed
to his kind and caring nature, taking the souls he documents
through the layers of Inferno before reaching their final stop, helping
them reflect on their past life and prepare them for their eternal
atonement. Once humans stopped appearing in the afterlife Virgil
had fallen to a life of solitude until Swan’s arrival. The Seven
Archangels have granted Virgil access to their angelic travel,
allowing him to travel between each layer of Hell freely.
Virgil covers his grey, desiccated and slender body with a white
hooded robe, adorned at the top with a gold laurel wreath fashioned
with hands instead of leaves. Instead of a face an empty void stares
back, Virgil uses this void to hold the book he documents the souls
of the damned in.
Phlegyas
Height: 6’0”
Aphrodite
Height: 6’0”
Aphrodite obscures her face with bandaging and has long, wild
blonde hair that dangles down to her feet. She wears only a pair of
dark red baggy pants with a giant lock strapped around her hips to
keep them on tight. Her whole body is wrapped in barbed wire and
razor wire, subjecting her to terrible lacerations which has left her
body scarred all over. She can control those same wires, utilising
them as whips.
Cerberus
Height: 60ft
Length: Seemingly infinite
Their skin is thick and leathery but also coated with a mucousy
substance, allowing them to manoeuvre through the filth and pulp of
Gluttony. Cerberus’s mouths are filled with rows and rows of razor
sharp fangs which are capable of taking gigantic bites out of
anything in their path.
Plutus
Height: 6’2”
Plutus wears nothing but the burned flesh on his body and the
flowing golden slag covering it. He can swim through the gold that
he was punished in and can control it to create waves, shooting jets
of it or quickly harden them to create weapons.
Apate
Height: 7’0”
Apate, Greek goddess of deceit, is imprisoned in the layer of Fraud.
Her creation of deception and trickery was used against her, the
Archangels blaming her for allegedly co-conspiring with Satan to
trick Eve into eating the Forbidden Fruit, whether this was true or
not this landed her eternal punishment in Fraud. Although her
naturally deceptive self could not fool the Archangels, Apate
successfully convinced the Holy Knights sent to imprison her fully to
let her go, leaving Fraud as her own domain and its inhabitants as
her playthings, using them for her own entertainment.
Ares
Height: 7’0”
Phobos & Deimos, Greek gods of Fear and Panic and Dread and
Terror respectively, are imprisoned alongside their father, Ares, in
the layer of Violence. Both their devotions to their Father and to
cause disorder in battle were recognised by the Seven Archangels
as sinful, leading them to be trapped within the underbelly of
Violence’s colosseum, endlessly fighting the hordes of the violent.
Despite this, Phobos & Deimos thrive in combat, daring anyone
brave enough to battle them and either receive an honourable
Spartan’s death or give the two brothers theirs.
They wear a large red cloak with golden accents that covers their
body from the head to the knees and wields a blunted, bloodstained
longsword.
Satan
Height: Immeasurable
Satan’s size had drastically changed during his time in Hell, the sins
committed by Man fueling his punishment and remorse. Ultimately
this morphed his body until its size grew too big for the lake he was
sentenced to, the rest of his body hidden beneath the ice. The only
indicator of the size of this great being is what lies where his body
originally was; a giant, gaping maw jutting out of the ice.