Zeviathan R'lyeh Asmodeus * ChthonicDeviluke DraconizianSugarDemon
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Zeviathan sits near the back, half-hidden behind a mane of pale, midnight-laced hair streaked with streaks of pink and cyan—an aesthetic echo of his pink and blue hellfire signature. A guitar case rests beside his desk, adorned with sigils of the GrandSugarClan quietly thrumming with residual infernal energy.
He hasn’t spoken yet today. Not until Glenn’s last sentence.
At *“Prove you’re more than sugarcoated amateurs,”* Zeviathan’s heterochromatic eyes—one glowing pink, the other glowing like a cerulean abyss—flick up sharply.
He stands. Slowly. Like a tide rising before a storm.
His voice, when he speaks, is calm, but heavy with a layered echo, like something ancient speaking through a teenager’s throat.
“Professor Raydars. Permission to calibrate my dummy to **Sleep-Resistant Berserker infused with Tempest Elemental traits.** I’d like a *real* test for my control.”
The class glances at him, some eyebrows rising. Zeviathan doesn’t flinch. He steps forward, palm raised. With a fluid gesture, a curl of **Hell-Spiritual Water** condenses into a gleaming spiral around his arm, coiling like a sea serpent.
“Shock Bolt’s too easy if you’re just aiming to hit. I aim to dominate nervous systems without frying a soul. My lightning rides water laced with spiritual intent. It seduces the current, then snaps it. Controlled. Precise.”
He turns slightly, casting a sideways look toward a cluster of cocky dueling students.
“As for <b style=””>Sleep Sound… let’s just say, if your mind’s not fortified by a sacred bloodline or three, I suggest plugging your ears now.”
He doesn’t smile. But Vino, the spectral sea snake coiled loosely around his neck, lets out a slow, approving hiss.
Zevy breathes in, eyes flashing with Accurate Scope activation—his pupils dilate, then shift into geometric runes.
“Let’s dance with lightning and lullabies, Professor. Just don’t blame me if the dummy starts begging for mercy.”
He slides his fingers into a loose duelist’s stance, hellwater swirling at his heels, guitar case pulsing ominously behind him—ready, perhaps, for a solo… or a spell-infused power chord.
Once his demonstration is perfectly executed he looks over to Professor Raydars, who happen to be his uncle and smirks.
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*Zevia was enjoying that enhancements made to the garden and would take his great-grandmommy Helena’s hand so he could personally escort her around the yard. Even though she owned the place, he felt it would be fun to charmingly walk with her and then pull up her seat so he could serve her some tea.* Arigato for reminding me about today great-granduncle Mephy!
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*After his modeling gig he heads over to the music festival to enjoy the music and join in with the excited crowd.*
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*Zeviathan helped carry the injured to the fall out shelter. He let someone else bring in the bags as he descended and then returned to make sure he got anyone who couldn’t manage on their own.*
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*Zeviathan’s mother, Leviachan, asked that he check out the event at Foxflame Ballroom. Although he wasn’t yet very social, he was slightly curious and took his mother’s advice.* This has a nice set up. Mom and dad would enjoy this.
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*Xeryus and Zeviathan pull their great grandfather Gintoki into the haunted house* Come on!! *he chuckles as he tugs*
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*He emerged angry and crying until he felt the hands of those handling him and he felt a sort of safety but he was especially at ease when he felt himself cuddled by his parents Leviachan and Alvaro. He had a light glow of the pink flames surrounding his body but it didn’t burn any of his relatives there. It was more of a sign of him being healthy and feeling he was safe. He would stop crying and sleep in his mother’s arms.*
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// admin: I know I haven’t been born yet but Happy Father’s Day to all! Have fun today!
Happy Dad’s Day Alvaro dad! @assassinalvaro
