atrox-voluntas

[atrox-voluntas]

@crystalsymphony

He exhaled slowly as he analyzed the situation that he was currently in. The exits were sealed off and there were currently two rather tough looking demons directly in front of him. But that wasn't the worrisome part. No, the worrisome part was the fact that they had a hostage.

He couldn't help but click his tongue. Of course they'd have prepared a counter-measure for him. They knew he couldn't be killed, so they decided to use someone who could die against him.

And as much as he'd love to just blitz his way through this, he actually had to use his brain for once. There were three stories between him and the main office of the Demon Lord he was attempting to put down. Three stories between him and the hostage.

Teleporting was always an option, but he figured that the bastard above might be expecting that. Not to mention he might accidentally startle him into offing the hostage.

Though he loathe to admit it, he needed help. But to get help, he'd need a distraction.

"Hey!" he exclaimed as he pointed at one of the demon's who stood in front of him. "Your tie is tacky!"

"Did you really think that such an insult would work?"

"Your wife must really suck at dressing you!"

"What did you say?!"

Jeno smirked as dumbass demon number one took the bait and charged him.

"But not as much as she sucks your buddy's dick!"

A moment of silence and then the two were at eachother's throats.

Jeno cackled. Like taking candy from a baby. "Now then, reinforcements. I think I know just who to grab."

He vanished with a pop.

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He reappeared in Melanie's room and grabbed her shoulder.

"No time to explain, shenanigans are afoot!"

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And then the next moment, they were both back in the demonic headquarters, with the two guards still bickering.

He wasted no time in explaining the situation to her.

"So as you can see, I was in a bit of a pickle. But with an extra set of hands, especially one that I trust, the odds of success raise exponentially."

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He snorted as he took her hand. "You've given me all the information I desired, Dei. A werewolf from another world, how utterly fascinating. I've never met one of your kind before. Vampires, yes. Skinwalkers, absolutely. Not never a werewolf."

He gave her a hungry smirk.

"And I'd know your sizes if I chose to eat you. You should know from simply making physical contact with me that I am far greater than you in power."

He let go of her hand and stepped back before glancing over at his table.

"That said, I have no desire to consume you yet. Not out of a lack of desire, but rather because I may have use for you in another manner."

He fell back into his seat and clasped his hands together, his red eyes analyzing every inch of her being. While she certainly had a mouth on her and could be a bit bratty, she definitely had greater power than your common rabble. And he'd been in need of an Enforcer for quite some time. He picked up his wine glass and swished around the contents as he gave her a tranquil, yet eerily threatening smile.

"If you prove yourself useful as a subordinate of mine, I may let you live. So what do you say, Dei? Would you like to become the subordinate of a demon?"

The way he phrased it made it clear. It was either she agreed or she wouldn't be leaving this room alive.

The redhead beamed happily at the introduction. Such airs! She gave a curtsey in greeting, accepting the insulting praise in stride.

"Motherless Beelzebub, the Glutton. Nice to meet you. Has anyone ever told you that you have a lovely smile?" Dei asked as she quite obviously eyed the man over. "Now that you've been kind enough to have manners, you may call me Dei. I am a werewolf of Athan Ruth. Not you fires and ices, I'm afraid. I, on the other hand, -do- have a mother, as horrible as she is, or my name wouldn't be 'Deistineach'. Looks like you are more blessed in that regard than myself," she giggled as she held out a hand to shake. " How much of a description do you want? I still don't know you well enough to give you my sizes, so I'm afraid you're out of luck in that regard."

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He regarded her with a raised eyebrow before letting out a laugh. "Kuhaha! The guts on you are quite impressive, woman. To be so rude in front of one such as I, I can't tell if it's foolhardy or brave. But in honor of you standing tall, I shall honor you with my name. I am Beelzebub, Demon Lord and Sin of Gluttony."

He gave her a fanged smile as he let just a bit of his demonic aura flood the room, causing even a few people outside to start sweating from the sheer pressure he was exerting.

"So to answer your question, Deistineach. I never had a mother. For I am Gluttony itself. Forged in the fires of Hell and tempered in the sheer cold of Tartarus. That is who I am."

"So now it's your turn to be honest. Who are you really? Be descriptive this time, won't you?"

The redhead stood upright as well, keeping her eyes on the man who seemed to be a threat in the waiting. She debated on her answer before settling on a rather vague one.

"Why, whatever do you mean? I'm just like anyone else. Just that you'd get a mouthful of fur and your breath would smell like wet dog if you get past -my- teeth," she chimed brightly. The smile that fell across her face was far too happy for the situation she found herself in.

"Did your mother not teach you proper etiquette? I've introduced myself. You should do the same," she chided, one hand on her hip. "You aren't the only curious one around here. Give a little, get a little, hm?"

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He gazed at her with an impassive gaze as he placed his cup down on the table beside him and stood up to his full height. He honestly didn't know what to think of this woman. She was definitely attractive and definitely potential meal material, but he was more curious about her origins. She didn't seem human, and that intrigued him. As hungry as he could get for flesh, he could get just as hungry for knowledge and fortunately for her, the latter was winning out in this particular situation.

"Well then, Deistineach. Why not tell me about yourself? I'm quite curious as to who and what you are."

He ignored the cake, that wasn't what he was hungry for at the moment. Though it might be good as a dessert later on.

Deistineach was more nervous when coming face to face with the blonde man than she was getting here. It didn't sound very welcoming. Should she really even be here? The redhead shifted from foot to foot. Unable to meet the red eyes that stared her down.

"Well, you see... I had heard tales of some weird handsome guy from people in the nearby town. They said not to go, so naturally, here I am. Also, I brought cake?" She offered. Gesturing to a basket in her hands. It was the best excuse she had. She had no idea where she was, much less how she had made it here.

"I'm Deistineach. Don't eat it if you don't know where it's been," She offered as an introduction, braving a look at the man in question. Her dual eyes met the crimson stare and held. If she was going to die, it would be defiantly.

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@malderonadventures

"It does appear that an unwanted guest has infringed upon my property. But as I am in a generous mood, I shall hear you out before causing you untold misery," the Sin of Gluttony said as he turned his attention toward the doorway, where the interloper soon. "Do try and at least make your reason for being here believable. But don't worry, that threshold is not vast. The last meal- I mean, invader, couldn't think of a reason at all!"

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I know that fancy promos aren't exactly popular anymore, so would you mind doing me a solid and reblogging this post if you'd be interested in roleplaying with a Fandomless OC Multimuse.

Written by Xanxus.

[atrox-voluntas]

Feng's right hand slowly lifted into the air and massaged the bridge of his nose as he let out a groan. He knew that he could lack tact these days - especially when he got really into talking about his anime interests - but this Remilia girl really was something else. He had just told her about a tragic war, and all she could focus was on was how cool it was.

In a bit to not lash out at her, he decided to distract himself by glancing around the throne room and as he did so, he began to notice things he'd missed when he first entered.

Notably, how gaudy everything was. Sure, Remilia was a vampire, so gaudy was expected. But this was something else. First of all, she had a portrait of herself in the room and while having photos of yourself wasn't exactly unheard of, it was usually you with family or doing something memorable.

Just posing though? He supposed he could chalk it up to old timey egotism, since a lot of people used to have self portraits, but still. It's like she was trying to live up to the hype of a vampire lord, rather than just being herself.

Because the longer he talked to her, the more he realized she wasn't anything like the mansion and throne room made her out to be. She was just a girl who got excitable about the unknown. She definitely had charisma, but it wasn't anything he hadn't experienced before. Definitely not something on par with a true vampiric lord.

Then again, it was still early in their chat, so maybe she might surprise him, but given her comments so far, he doubted it. That said, it wasn't like he thought less of her for this. If anything, he was rather bemused.

It was refreshing, in a way. He much preferred casual conversations like this over grandiose statements one made on the battlefield. Had she gone all Alexander the Great on him, he might have just excused himself and jumped out the nearest window.

Why people saw the need to do such things was beyond him. The point of a battle was to fight, not talk.

Either way, that was neither here nor there. She had followed up her insensitive comment with a rather peculiar offer, it'd be rude if he kept her waiting for too long.

"And what is this one thing you require of me?" he asked, cutting straight to the point as usual. There was no need to beat around the bush here. "I do hope it's nothing silly."

Like reenacting his 'epic' dragon battles for her. He was not going to revisit his trauma for her amusement.

"A war between dragons? That's so cool!"

The tragedy of the scenario seemed to be entirely lost on Remilia who was now fantasizing about enormous dragons clashing with one another in the air above Gensokyo.

"But of course, Gensokyo is a, mostly, sometimes, peaceful place. You will have nothing to worry about here. Which is why, particularly with the presence of Meiling, I would like to personally extend to you an invitation to stay within our estate. I'll only require one thing of you and then your accommodations would be free of charge."

[atrox-voluntas]

I know that fancy promos aren't exactly popular anymore, so would you mind doing me a solid and reblogging this post if you'd be interested in roleplaying with a Fandomless OC Multimuse.

Written by Xanxus.

[atrox-voluntas]

He rocked back on his heels as he thought back to that war. The one that had left such an impact on his life.

"A war in China. One between the Thunder Dragons and the Fire Dragons. It was a bloody conflict that lasted a good 3,000 years. Besides my older sister, none of my clan survive. And until now, I had thought our allies had perished as well."

"But those days are long since passed. All I want now . . . is peace."

"Why yes! Exactly that! Hong Meiling!"

Remilia's eyes lit up with excitement at this revelation. A chance to learn more about the history of one of her coterie. It had her quite interested. Never being one to hide her feelings well, she leant forward in her seat. Hand coming to rest upon her chin.

"I must admit that I know quite little of her family's history. Yet if what you say is true this is a matter of great importance. She is like family to me which, in a roundabout way, happens to make you a family friend."

A brief pause before she continued.

"Though, if I may first ask. Which war are you speaking of?"

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Feng's brain paused at the mention of Meiling before rewinding. "Hold up, did you say Meiling? She would not happen to be a member of the Hong Clan, would she?"

He crossed his arms, as if recalling some distant memory.

"If so, I knew her father. He was a great ally of mine back within the war. I had thought the entire clan had been wiped out, but it appears that I might have been wrong."

"Consider me interested in meeting her. If she's not a Hong, then she's still a Dragon. If she is . . . I have something of her father's that she might want."

"Oh a dragon? To think I thought you were nothing more than a pitiful human. Our new visitor is quite full of surprises. You should meet with my dear friend Meiling. She's a dragon too and, until quite recently it would seem, the only one in Gensokyo. You'd get on great. Well, unless dragons are incredibly territorial."

She gave a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. His declaration that he had no intention of joining a faction seeming to have no effect upon her.

"If you tired of battle, that's more reason to remain near our manor. Why, we've been peaceful ever since we arrived in Gensokyo."

... Well. Discounting her celebration of her arrival that was, but it'd been over a decade since then. Free of trouble beyond that born from her and Flandre arguing over ice cream.

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Jeno frowned before pulling Melanie into a one-armed hug. He was aware she wasn't all that comfortable with physical contact, but at the same time, sometimes one needed it in order to be grounded.

And that's also why he used only one arm, to let her know she could easily break free if she wanted.

"Mels, I know my words can't convince you much right now. Hell, words couldn't convince me back in the day either. But, well. The person you were back then is still part of you."

He backed away and then put a flat green flower through her hair.

"That's the flower you picked for me two days after we met. You said it matched my hair and I've kept it on me all this time. That flower gave me courage and hopefully, it can do the same for you."

"Now then, why don't we go have a picnic? The weather is nice outside and staying cooped up in here won't do either of us any good. Besides! I gotta catch up with you! It's been far too long."

"It doesn't really matter. If I get hurt, I heal and get thrown right back into the fray. No rest for the wicked, or weary. Or... whatever." She seemed... resigned to that. To her life, but perhaps it was also an after-effect of what had happened. Becoming a battle-crazy person just wasn't in the stars for her. Sure, she was reckless, but she didn't really care much for combat.

"I think you have me confused for Zenos. I don't really care about fighting, funnily enough. I'd rather try to talk and solve the situation with words than with bloodshed."

Funny how that never worked on Eorzea, though. Words were useless, apparently.

Oh... right. Her brother had decided to take her to Jeno that night, when it was clear and starry. He'd called Jeno their uncle and she'd been all too happy to introduce herself to him and... well, she talked his ear off for the next hour until she'd fallen asleep.

"...I was a different person then... I just..."

She was cursed, wasn't she? Wasn't she? It hurt to think about, in all honesty. But after all she'd been through, all the hell and pain, it was... difficult to think of herself as not cursed. She clenched her left fist unconsciously, unaware that she was actually doing it.

".......At... At least you do. No one else does, no one else will..."

I'm all alone.

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He lifted a finger and then lowered it. "As much as I love that idea, we have to think about property damage. And while I know you can heal, Mels. Maybe not make a habit of throwing yourself into harm's way."

He leveled his gaze with her.

"Because once you start, you won't be able to stop. You'll just throw yourself into combat, hoping to feel something, anything at all. And eventually, your desire to feel pain, to be harmed, will be all that's left. After all, what is pain to someone who can't die?"

"You'll ask yourself 'why do I even swing my blade? why do I even bother?' and you begin to desperately pray for the end, for it all to be over. Eventually, your body will stop moving and you'll be unable to bend it to your will any longer."

He turned toward her.

"And just as I was about to request my immortality to be revoked, to be taken away forever, I was introduced to a tiny energetic girl named Melanie Sinclair. And the way she smiled at me, called me Uncle. It gave me the strength to move that motionless body of me once more."

He placed his hand on her head.

"And thanks to that, I'm here today. Thanks to that, I can tell you that no matter what, I'll always have faith in you and I will always have your back. You are, after all, my adorable niece."

They really kept coming back for some reason. First her old place, now her new one. She really needed to figure out what the hell was going on, even though it took a lot more effort to even get out the door nowadays. Even shopping was a chore.

"It's not the first time that's happening. They just keep multiplying." Maybe it was because she lost control of her body again, but even worse this time. She still hadn't fully recovered from the last time she was bodyjacked. This time? This time was ultimately worse.

Now I know what Thancred was going through with Lahabrea...

"I don't know how to stop them, though. Maybe I should bomb them. Y'know, plant a bomb outside. Kaboom. Problem solved."

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@fallroute

"Who the hell, put these robots in my fucking way?"

His foot collided with the underside of one, sending it flying high into the sky where it exploded. "Honestly, talk about a nuisance."

He entered the apartment through the front door, having had his own key due to technically owning the property. Though he was only letting himself use it because Melanie had given him free reign to come and go.

"Yo, Mels. We really gotta do something about your doombot problem," he said as he wandered into the living room, hands in his pockets. "They're really friggin' annoying."

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Sariel sighed. "Unfortunately, I am not. The Incubator King is the source of all incubators. And he looks as human as you and I, only with snow white hair, blood red eyes and skin as pale as snow. He seeks one thing and one thing only. Universal conquest. And now that you've removed his pawns, I fear that he may be heading here himself."

"But you will not face this threat alone. I, Sariel, will stand by you."

the-cynical-writer

“It is, but it could be so much more,” Sariel said as he rubbed his chin. “Needs a little more magic here, a little more spice there.”

She snapped his fingers and two seats materialized out of thin air. He flopped into one of them and beckoned for Madoka to sit in the other.

“I lied when I said I was just here to explore. There’s a little more to it than that. And that’s to warn you. Just because you have ascended to Godhood does not mean your struggles have ended. In fact, they have only just begun.”

He leaned forward.

“Tell me. Have you heard of The Incubator King?”

“ Yeah, I guess so. But…still, it is a really beautiful place. I don’t think I’d want to be anywhere else. “ Even if there was no magic, she wouldn’t mind. So long as the people she cared for got to live long and happy lives, that’s all that mattered.

Oh nice, a comfy seat! Talk about convenient… Of course, she’d happily take him up on his offer, as she made herself comfy upon the other chair.

Wait, there’s a king? That’s… “ Uh…th-that’s a joke, right? Surely, it has to be! Last I checked, those guys shouldn’t be around, anymore… “ And yet, the sinking feeling in her gut is telling her otherwise… Well, this wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear, today.

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Feng laughed silently as his met her eyes with his own, a bit of his killing intent leaking out, if but for a moment. "A few tried to make meal a meal, but they quickly realized that a Dragon does not fall to those inferior to it."

For but an instant, two dragon wings were visible behind him.

"While I appreciate your kindness, I have no desire to join a faction that is not my own. The paltry squabbles of this land are of no concern of mine. For you see, I tire of war. I tire of battle. 3,000 years of combat are more than enough for me."

"... It would be toxic to me?"

The immediate response from the short vampire made it quite clear why it was that she'd invited him. She really did want to sample the blood of an outsider. Not, however, wanting to appear quite so asinine, it took only a moment for Remilia to pivot to a separate goal.

"Is a concern I would voice if I were some sort of sanguine glutton, only interested in my next meal. No, I am not quite so simple minded as that. I have invited you here as an act of altruism. You are an outsider in a land of great danger. Gensokyo has often been hostile to outside forces and the night itself is prowled by a myriad of horrific beings.

Why I am quite aware of a flesh devouring youkai that dwells not far from here. It's a wonder that in your wanderings you didn't become a succulent hors d'oeuvres. I'm afraid if you wish for any chance of survival you will need to find yourself a shelter to defend you. A faction if you will. Beneath the care of the Scarlet Devil Manor, no youkai will think to haunt you. A strike against you would be a strike against myself.

Of course, this would be a relationship of give and take. I believe I could use a new butler."

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The Shizuka that was punched melted into shadows - a clone.

She reappeared directly behind Melanie, but didn't reach out to her.

"That's right, Melanie. Be angry. Hate me. Hate me so that you don't hate anyone else. Me? I'm evil. I love being evil. And I will gladly betray anyone I feel like. But you're better than that. So go on. Hate me for the rest of your life. Because it's better me than someone who doesn't deserve it."

Hate was validating to Shizuka. It made her feel good. And in her own twisted way, she hoped this would help Melanie. If only because she proved that she wasn't worthless.

She didn't say anything more, instead choosing to teleport away.

"I don't fucking care. First Finé, now you. It's like you all just want me to fucking disappear." Melanie actually reared back and punched Shizuka as hard as she could. Generally speaking, her punches should've been weak, but because she never stopped training, they were pretty solid and could probably break a train in two.

But this was Shizuka.

"Goddamn, would it kill you to show a little concern over the fact I was being fucking berated? News flash, I could hear everything you two were saying." Melanie kept walking as fast as she could, trying to put some distance between herself and Shizuka. "Oh, and if you want to talk rage, Ignite Module! I used that fucking thing first try because I'm USED TO BEING ANGRY! Fuck this! Fuck everything! Goddamn it all!"

She finally turned to look at Shizuka. "And another thing? I don't care if you're part whatever. I actually thought we were chill with one another. Because, y'know, you actually seemed like you cared. All of it's a big fucking act, and I bet his was too. Can't fucking believe this."

And she was turning away and leaving... again. She can't fucking deal with this right now.

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@militibus-ex-umbra

As she was writing up yet another report on why demons should not be allowed to go to strip clubs, a knock on the door interrupted her. She glanced upward and couldn't help but sigh at the presence she felt.

"Whatcha want, vampy boy? I'm a bit busy right now."