TRIGGER WARNING: rape, psuedo incest, assault, manipulation, hard drugs, murder, self harm, torture, etc

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alias zen. age 21+ prns he/him tmzn EST

• Rin's character is partnered with Kang Jooha.

personality.*

positive: loyal, persistent, consistent, thrill seeker, motivated, clever, charismatic.
negative: manipulative, jealous, reckless, arrogant, impulsive, possessive, cocky.

summary.*

he doesn't remember the first time he consumes, the thing that begins his downfall, but he feels the power all the same, coursing through his veins. his brother and counterpart, order -- voxis -- is gone and he is the cause. he doesn't even remember why he was upset with voxis, but he remembers a small moment, the feeling of his chaos spreading, growing, devouring. they never even had a chance.
he sits outside the pantheon like a kid outside the principal's office, and he knows he's in trouble. it feels like years of muffled arguing before disaris officially comes to get him.
"inanis.. we have to leave, there is no space for us here anymore. we must.. live on earth, as decreed by the pantheon. i tried everything i could to convince them otherwise... but for naught. i won't let you go without me."
the lie that caused everything to fall apart.

The pantheon watched from afar for a long time, watching as things between "jooha" -- disaris -- and rin soured on the earthly plane, as disaris did as he pleased and not as was agreed upon. containing rin was the goal, to weaken him in a human body, but soon he was driven mad by disaris, by the very person who claimed to love him and want to take care of him; he couldn't help but to explode.
the pantheon were expecting his eruption, that much was beyond clear; the moment they plucked him off the material plane and into his cell, he exploded into a storm. His body disintegrated, his screams making up the erratic wind that suddenly burst to fruition.
He was a full blown tornado of force pushing against bright white walls, wanting to ruin everything in his wake. Tornado tendrils extend to try to rip apart the walls, to escape, to destroy, but they grasp at nothing.
So he tries again to throw his full force into the wall, lightning crackling from the friction in the air, bursting against the whiteness and leaving behind dark burnt patches in their wake. One after another after another until the room is covered in spots akin to a Dalmatian, but the lack of ruin only spurns him further.
His voice booms so loud, but it hardly sounds like him anymore, so heavy the ground surrounding his containment center shakes violently,
"L E T M E G O!"
The pantheon watches in awe and curiosity at each new strike that hits the wall. The power of him is undeniable and quite impressive for a god of his... youth. He feels his power surge against the walls and it all feels so constricting when all he needs is to unleash. He can feel loss of control happening, over everything, as he tries to beat himself out of the prison to no avail. And all he can think of is Disaris and their fight and how nothing will ever be the same. Every atom of his power starts to buzz, every single memory of his life with Disaris flashing through his head.
He's never felt a rage so all consuming, and with each new flash of memory and emotion, his storm pushes outwards and begins to consume the matter of the box holding him. Each piece becoming black and sludge-like, rapidly collecting at the center of his tornado.
It's beautiful in its own chaotic way. Absolutely gorgeous. An alarm sounds as the containment center begins to absorb into him, black mass collecting piece by piece.
Before they have to fear any real danger, Time stops everything. A full pause, not something he often dishes out. The pantheon looks before them at Chaos, blooming, evolving destruction.
"He's perfect."

it had been eight months since his last time living among humans, but it feels like an eternity. time flows differently in the celestial plane, especially when he was forced to do the bidding of aeos, the god of time, and unofficial ruler of the gods.
it was his own fault, in the end. he had nowhere to turn after finding the two people he cared about the most -- one human and one god -- fall into each other's arms. it felt as if his reality had shattered. he needed to turn himself in to the pantheon, lest he unleash an apocalypse among the world because he was emotional. and maybe he understood jooha's love for humanity a little.
aeos had this smug look on his face as rin returned, almost as if he knew this was bound to happen. is that why they tortured him in the first place and released him among the world? some sick game from the god of time, controlling the timeline like a puppet master.
it didn't matter, not when aeos had so much planned for rin.
but what happened in those eight months, in the eternity of aeos' grasp, is something rin can't tell anyone about; that was one of the stipulations of being allowed to return to humanity. he didn't truly understand why -- he had never revealed his godhood to a human. in fact, jooha had. but rin assumes aeos needs to have control of rin in all the areas he can't control jooha anymore.
it doesn't matter, not as rin stands back in the heart of seoul.
he has unfinished business, and nothing will hold him back now.