godofstrife

[godofstrife]

Maesello's memories were mostly a blur, considering that, one, he had been alive for quite a while and two, he was unbeknownst to him being controlled. Yet he remembered some aspects of the vampire prince, their shared nights, their shared cruelty. The fact that this man, this man who he looked up to for that exact cruelty, was denying him the pleasure of killing off two puny humans was extremely confusing to him. He had never grown any affection toward humans since turning into a vampire all those centuries ago. He saw them as entertainment and food, that was about it. The vampire king used him exactly for that reason. He was loyal and cruel, as well as steadfast in his attitudes toward humans. He remembered the countless nights where the king was complaining about Leroy's change of heart and the imprisonment that followed. Eventually he had gotten quite bored of such stories but he could of course not speak that out loud. The king did supply him with enough victims to feed from whilst he was ranting about his son, which made the whole ordeal more bearable for Maesello.

He raised a brow when Leroy spoke about still working for the king, but a soft smirk played around his lips when he spoke about hurting him. "You know I like a little pain right." He stated with a seductive grin. "But yes, we are just two old friends catching up, it has been a very long time." He sat down then, crossing one leg over the other. It was obvious that Leroy seemed to suspect at least something, which was no surprise to Maesello. But he would complete his mission, whether Leroy would like it or not. He owed his loyalty to the king, and the king had tasked him to do this. He was not going to disobey. He glanced over at the bartender and the drinks, noting the intense gaze the other gave him. He went to say something but stopped himself from acting on his impulse. His attention was diverted when he saw the flash in Leroy's eyes. It had been a while since he had seen that, it brought a shiver over his body as Leroy showed him his true self. That was the way Maesello had always preferred Leroy, akin to himself, cruel and inhuman.

He rolled his eyes as Leroy shook his head at him, a soft pout on his sharp features. "Why can't we have some fun? Like the old days?" He asked, referring to not being allowed to kill off the puny humans in the bar before. He reached over and opened up the bottle, pouring them two full glasses. He had a vial of wolfsbane with him, to drug Leroy if necessary. He doubted putting it into the glass but stopped himself, he wanted to see if he could convince Leroy first. Wolfsbane hurt like a bitch. "I'd love to chat, perhaps do even more than that." He said as his eyes glanced over the other's form. "Seeing you like this is tempting." The words were soft, like a whisper, but extremely seductive. "It is tempting to do more than just chat right now, so keep me busy Leroy, what have you been up to?" It was a clear insinuation that he was attracted to Leroy's body, which was no secret between the two of them, they were attracted to each other, they had been for a very long time. His dark eyes travelled over the other's body, unaware of the feelings of fondness the other was having toward him. Those memories were too blurry to remember for him right now, the king's heavy mind alterations having done a number on him.

Maesello had never understood most human games, this little ball game was just another one of them. They seemed like a waste of time, a dumb past time that only distracted from what was actually important. Yet the vampire prince seemed to enjoy it, but the shift in the prince's focus had not gone unnoticed by Maesello. He had been told the other would resist, that he would do anything to not return to the vampire king. Maesello, however, worked for that king, loyally and almost thoughtlessly. Having to complete tasks that made his mind fill with the pure beastliness of his kind was more than enough for him. This caused his memories to be quite a blur though, he fought and fought, losing more and more of any humanity he may have had.

He met the other's bright blue eyes with his own almost glassy brown ones. Unbeknownst to either of them, there was in fact something different about him, yet he had not experienced any adverse effects because of it. Although he himself did not even know there was a difference in his behaviour, in his mind; all that was on his mind was bringing the rogue prince right back home. If that meant spending some time with the prince, he would have no other option but to do so. He knew the prince, of course he did. The King was his employer, the man who he had sworn his loyalty to. Yet much of his encounters with the prince were as blurry as most of his earlier memories.

He raised an eyebrow at the prince's phrasing, "I don't think I ever mentioned that, how can you be so sure I still work for your father, it has been a while hasn't it? Wouldn't you think I'd get bored eventually?" his tone held the usual sense of mocking to it still. His voice was more than steady, he had been a great liar, even before he was a vampire but his memories of before were almost impossibly more blurred than his current ones.

The softening of the gaze did however confuse Maesello, he did not understand why this prince whose father he had served (hell he would most likely serve the prince as well once he would become the rightful heir) was looking at him, affectionately? "No you are right, we are just here for a fun little reunion." When the other showed off his fangs, a soft shiver went through his body but he could not place where it was coming from. He let his tongue roam over his own fangs before giving a small smirk, his most usual expression.

His eyes then shot to the bartender, he was not opposed to taking a life if that meant he would be taking the prince home. Hell, that would make this an even better night out. He straightened his back, shrugging lightly. "I suppose so, if they do interfere or try to eavesdrop," he let his dark eyes shift to their vampiric form, their whites becoming a deep black shade as the skin under his eyes withered down slightly. "I don't mind a quick snack." he let his eyes return to normal then. Maesello had been praised for his vampiric looks quite often, especially because his demonic looks suited his personality and acts quite well. "I don't like human games, you know that. Drinking and watching that tight ass of yours bend over, that sounds more like my thing." Ah yes, the flirty and sexual comments were his specialty, no matter who and no matter what kind of a situation.

[godofstrife]

Dimitrios pouted lightly at the mentioning of a feeding room but obliged, "I do live for the hunt dear officer, would you take that away from me?" He asked, his fingers still tracing the officer's back. "But I can always hunt you, you seem like a fun time." he leaned closer and spoke in a whisper, before kissing back, harshly. His fingers drew blood almost immediately as he deepened the kiss, but the gashes were not enough to cause any permanent damage. The fence against his back caused him to let out a moan, he had always been a masochist after all. "Hmm, yes, dear officer, fuck me nice and hard before you lock me away." he whispered, "Fuck me like the beast I am." He let out a moan at the touches, his body reacting almost instantly to Carlos's touches. Although he was a brat, meaning that he was not going to submit so easily. "Take me, show me that you are in charge." The soft whisper in Carlos's ear went together with a graze over the now naked nipples.

Dimitrios knew he had put the cop into a difficult situation, being faced with a monster, an awfully persuasive and powerful monster. The offer of physical touch was one most men did not turn down, plus, wouldn’t the officer be keeping people safe by making a deal with their predator? Carlos would be in the know of those who did pass, and he would be able to keep the creature from going on a binge streak. After all, Dimitrios never broke a promise once he made one. “No, I don’t think that bottoming for me would suit you, now would it, officer? I can be whatever you want me to be.” The touch on his waist made him smirk, the officer had accepted his deal it seemed. Although a small pout appeared on his face once he was told to feed in private. “Will you let me be in private then, at your place? I don’t have anywhere to stay, and I would hate to break our promise.” he reached up his hand, placing it on the human’s cheek, his nails tracing the soft skin. “That is also easier for you, you’ll always have access to me.” he added, leaning closer. “Besides that, everything seems fair to me.” his hand travelled from Carlos’s cheek to his jacket, moving to undo the buttons of the uniform. “Play with me, my dear officer.”

[godofstrife]

[ please let me know if you'd prefer a human au of maesello i can most definitely do that ]

Although it was not the first time, having the noble crash at his place was quite weird for Maesello nonetheless. It was however the first time he did not let the noble sleep in his bed. "Protecting you is my current duty, sir," he began, addressing his superior accordingly. He had been hired to protect the noble man, and if there was something Maesello was good at, it was making sure he would complete his jobs. No one harmed or even as much as placed a finger on Florian, Maesello made sure of that. "Can I get you any clothes?" he asked, doing his best to keep his cold blue eyes on the noble's own eyes to avoid his gaze from sliding down to those tight boxers.

Open To: males (bottom/verse)

Plot: Florian got a little drunk and crashed at your muses place

Connections: Friend, advisor, someone he met last night, another noble,

“I think that may have literally been the first time I have slept on a couch” he said stretching as he got up, only wearing a very tight pair of underwear. “thanks for letting me crash here” he said grinning at the other man

[godofstrife]

Cyrus Harth | 26 musicology student | sub leaning verse (muse in progress)

The restraints on his wrists had been more difficult to get moving than he had originally expected. Cyrus was not sure how long he had been stuck down here but he was quite sure that in all that time, the restraints had not moved more than a few centimeters. Screaming had been useless, it seemed l, but that did not stop Cyrus from trying anyway. His head hurt from doing so - it also hurt because of his withdrawals from nicotine but that was a completely different story he tried to ignore. Each time the door opened, he would be overcome with fear, terrified of being hurt or worse, killed. As the door opened this time, his captor spoke to him. "Why would I be good for you." Cyrus spat at the other, he had no memories of how he ended up here but facing the man that caught him made him feel extremely uncomfortable nonetheless. "Why am I even here?"

Open to: male/nb, submissive leaning vers/bottoms

Plot: Declan kidnapped your muse and has been holding them in his basement for the past few days

“Shhh… stop screaming… nobody can hear you down here…. If you don’t stop making all this noise… perhaps I’ll need to start gagging you… now are you gonna be good for me, or shall I leave you down here for another week?

[godofstrife]

The young man was frail and small, especially compared to Maesello's own sharp and toned body. He knew food was scarce for the lower classes of his kingdom, that most food went to the wealthy merchant classes that lived just outside the main town's walls in their large houses. He had never thought about the impact of food deprivation, mostly because it was something he could not relate to at all. Eating food made him sick, extremely sick even. Unlike the scarce food supply, he had a whole kingdom of red life blood available to him. Seeing the young man like this, however, made him wonder if he should enforce new laws that would distribute resources more evenly. How was he supposed to keep on finding new court staffing when half of his kingdom was starving. Although helping humans was something he felt strongly about, he felt a strong disdain for doing such a thing. The young man however, was a single human he would keep around for a while. That meant that his nutritional intake had to be good enough to withstand the duties of a footman as well as the consequences of being employed by a monster like Maesello himself. That, unlike solving the hunger of all people in his little kingdom, seemed plausible and even acceptable to the king. The blood smelled good enough for such measures, after all.

He placed his own glass down, looking up and down the young man sitting across from him. The instant obedience was a pleasure of his, it worked well on his ego as well as his intense and insatiable hunger for power. It was a hunger he had acquired over the many years of his immortal life, being raised by a man who presented himself as a god to Maesello. It was only a matter of time before he would take on the characteristics of his maker, Maesello was no exception to that common occurance in vampiric hierarchies. It was after his maker's death though, that the hunger became uncontrollable, leading to his current position as king. It had been a search for a way to quench his hunger for power, a search for any sign of stability that had been so prevalent with his maker. Something about the young man in front of him, however, was highly reminiscent of that maker that had been Maesello's god. He just could not put his finger on it just yet.

The broken sentence came as a surprise to the king, Maesello had not been questioned since he got into power. Yet this mortal seemed to disagree with him and even call his decision a mistake above anything. He could not let his indignation with such an offense get the better of him though, not now he had finally arranged a meeting with the young man. "I," he began as his sharp blue eyes made direct contact with those innocent azure ones, "do not make mistakes, darling." he spoke, straightening his back. "Preferably, you try to not refer to my decisions in that manner from now on out." whilst he was aware he had to contain his emotions about being called wrong, it was not anything but natural to put the young man on the right track. He would learn that Maesello did not make mistakes, at least, none that would be of importance to a mortal life. "My request is clear, I suppose, I am asking you to become my footman. This will include basic language education." the last part of his words was mostly to imply the hierarchical difference between them, he would teach the young man to speak properly as he was able to do so. Maesello was a big proponent of enforcing hierarchy, after all. "It will also include staying with me for most of the waking hours, I will also be training you myself." he continued as if Thoma had already complied with his request. Although it was phrased as such, Maesello did not see the request as optional.

starter for @manxietydisorder

thomas // maesello

Becoming the newly proclaimed king in a small kingdom in the Pindos mountains had not been hard at all, Maesello had found out from first hand experience. Some compulsion was all that he needed to make the royal family believe he was their rightful son and heir. A similar trick had worked on the small population high up in the mountains. He spoke Greek, after all, which made the shift to the regional Aromanian language variants almost natural. Their structures that are influenced by Greek, as well as the fact that Maesello had an infinite amount of time on his hands, made adapting his language use quick and easy. He had taken the position of king about fifteen years ago at this point, which for him seemed still newly proclaimed. Maesello's sense of time was, however, highly distorted. He had been moving around the world for the past six hundred years, fifteen years was nothing to him. He had seen the world change, nations fall and rise, wars fought and disease spread. Now he had gotten the reigns to a little, prospering kingdom, he was not as aware of the time that passed anymore. Although each year, he was reminded of his coronation in the early 1710s, which gave him some sense of time.

Keeping a court with humans, on the other hand, was a lot harder for the new king. His nature was not helping him in this regard, but he also held a certain disdain toward the species. It was not a rare occurance that Maesello had to replace his staff after he got angry with them over something minor and killed them off. Nor was it rare for him to drink from his court and end up killing them. His thirst was insatiable, even after his six centuries on this earth. He had never been taught how to, nor did he manage to teach himself how to control himself. He had been made this way, and he had completely accepted it. In turn, his court was frequently replaced; but there was nothing that a little compulsion could not fix after all. There were more than enough poor humans that were in need of a job and more importantly, a place to stay. Maesello knew that he had an almost endless supply of humans at his disposal.

He had recently had one of his 'purges' again, meaning he needed new court staff. He had found people for most of his positions, although the position of footman was still open. This was mostly because he did not like humans coming close to him, yet not having a footman would be suspicious. He had had an eye on a human that had been in the care of the court's services for a while for this position, a poor human man who seemed completely depended yet also extremely devoted to his court. Maesello decided that this was the man he wanted to be at his side, at least for now, as a footman. He had not spoken to the younger man before, though, he had only seen him. More importantly, he had smelled the blood the young man carried. The harsh manual labour had made the young man bleed before and Maesello could not get the scent out of his mind. He was not sure if this would be a good thing for him, keeping a human with alluring blood near by, but he was going to do so anyway. Maesello had never let any sense of morality stop him after all.

He had ordered the young man over, Thomas Cullen was his name he only then learned. The few court members left from his previous purge seemed wary about letting Thomas near the king, yet they could not do anything against his direct orders. He stood in his meeting room, waiting for the young man to come in. He had thought of meeting the man in his throne room, but he did not really enjoy being there. The imagery present upset him greatly. He held a glass of red liquid, something that simulated a red wine. When he heard the door open, he turned from the window he had been looking out of, his sharp eyes meeting the young man's directly. "Thomas Cullen, I am glad you could make it." he spoke, his voice was smooth and deep as he did. He stepped closer, gesturing to the couches in the room, "Please sit down, Thomas." he beckoned, crossing his own legs as he sat down. "Because of your wonderful work, darling," he offered the human a glass of red wine as well as he was speaking, "I am offering you the position of being my Footman." As he finished speaking he sat back. "What do you say, darling?" he asked then, raising an eye brow as he waited for the human's response. He was aware that his dear servants may have warned the human, but there was nothing a little manipulation could not fix, no, his pet names were solely the beginning of that.

[godofstrife]

Dimitrios knew he had put the cop into a difficult situation, being faced with a monster, an awfully persuasive and powerful monster. The offer of physical touch was one most men did not turn down, plus, wouldn't the officer be keeping people safe by making a deal with their predator? Carlos would be in the know of those who did pass, and he would be able to keep the creature from going on a binge streak. After all, Dimitrios never broke a promise once he made one. "No, I don't think that bottoming for me would suit you, now would it, officer? I can be whatever you want me to be." The touch on his waist made him smirk, the officer had accepted his deal it seemed. Although a small pout appeared on his face once he was told to feed in private. "Will you let me be in private then, at your place? I don't have anywhere to stay, and I would hate to break our promise." he reached up his hand, placing it on the human's cheek, his nails tracing the soft skin. "That is also easier for you, you'll always have access to me." he added, leaning closer. "Besides that, everything seems fair to me." his hand travelled from Carlos's cheek to his jacket, moving to undo the buttons of the uniform. "Play with me, my dear officer."

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Originally posted by hanksthompson

The acceptance of the compliment made the creature’s eyes sparkle slightly. It was uncertain whose eyes they were, Dimitrios’ human side or the creature he carried, but he seemed pleased. “Why thank you, I am glad I still look good after walking this planet for over a hundred years.” he flashed a smirk, the sharp fangs and canines were glimmering in the light that shone upon them from the moon. “They call me a vrykolalas, a creature of vampiric nature. Although just blood isn’t usually what sustains me.” he stepped closer to the officer. “I already ate, don’t be afraid Carlos, dear.” he spoke, there was something soothing in his tone. Whilst his species was not known for their hypnotizing powers, Dimitrios was a rather persuasive and manipulative man in the state he was currently in. “How about a deal, I give you a fun time whenever you please and you’ll let me feed. Even the little human in here will get used to that, he’ll perhaps even see that listening to his instincts is better. Whilst he’s not in control right now, he shares my sentiment.” his hand travelled down the other’s chest, leaning closer to the other’s ear. “I can be as submissive or dominant as you want me to be, just say what you wish for.” he whispered.

Carlos was doing his level best to keep as calm as possible, though he had to admit that when he caught a flash of those fangs it definitely raised his heartrate considerably. He took a deep breath, just looking right into the man’s eyes and trying to think as rationally as he could. He could tell the other man wasn’t kidding and he realized that even trying to put cuffs on him was going to be impossible so he decided to just go along with it… especially with the offer of physical intimate touch, a thing he hadn’t had in far longer than he’d dare admit. “I think considering everything I’m seeing right now, you as a dominant is not something I need in my life” he said, taking another deep breath and letting his hand move to Dimitrios side “I won’t deny that this is a tempting deal and… I’m willing to take you up on it but you have to promise me something” he said, turning his head to look to the man “You feed in private, not in public where anyone can stumble on what I saw and where it can cause a problem. Because if a few bodies like that start turning up, it’s going to make things difficult for you and it either ends in an army of cops coming after you or… well i assume more bodies like that, neither options sounds great” he took a deep breath “If you can stick to that… I’ll take you up on  that fun time right now” he smiled a little, pulling the smaller man a little closer “Sound fair?”

[godofstrife]

starter for @manxietydisorder

thomas // maesello

Becoming the newly proclaimed king in a small kingdom in the Pindos mountains had not been hard at all, Maesello had found out from first hand experience. Some compulsion was all that he needed to make the royal family believe he was their rightful son and heir. A similar trick had worked on the small population high up in the mountains. He spoke Greek, after all, which made the shift to the regional Aromanian language variants almost natural. Their structures that are influenced by Greek, as well as the fact that Maesello had an infinite amount of time on his hands, made adapting his language use quick and easy. He had taken the position of king about fifteen years ago at this point, which for him seemed still newly proclaimed. Maesello's sense of time was, however, highly distorted. He had been moving around the world for the past six hundred years, fifteen years was nothing to him. He had seen the world change, nations fall and rise, wars fought and disease spread. Now he had gotten the reigns to a little, prospering kingdom, he was not as aware of the time that passed anymore. Although each year, he was reminded of his coronation in the early 1710s, which gave him some sense of time.

Keeping a court with humans, on the other hand, was a lot harder for the new king. His nature was not helping him in this regard, but he also held a certain disdain toward the species. It was not a rare occurance that Maesello had to replace his staff after he got angry with them over something minor and killed them off. Nor was it rare for him to drink from his court and end up killing them. His thirst was insatiable, even after his six centuries on this earth. He had never been taught how to, nor did he manage to teach himself how to control himself. He had been made this way, and he had completely accepted it. In turn, his court was frequently replaced; but there was nothing that a little compulsion could not fix after all. There were more than enough poor humans that were in need of a job and more importantly, a place to stay. Maesello knew that he had an almost endless supply of humans at his disposal.

He had recently had one of his 'purges' again, meaning he needed new court staff. He had found people for most of his positions, although the position of footman was still open. This was mostly because he did not like humans coming close to him, yet not having a footman would be suspicious. He had had an eye on a human that had been in the care of the court's services for a while for this position, a poor human man who seemed completely depended yet also extremely devoted to his court. Maesello decided that this was the man he wanted to be at his side, at least for now, as a footman. He had not spoken to the younger man before, though, he had only seen him. More importantly, he had smelled the blood the young man carried. The harsh manual labour had made the young man bleed before and Maesello could not get the scent out of his mind. He was not sure if this would be a good thing for him, keeping a human with alluring blood near by, but he was going to do so anyway. Maesello had never let any sense of morality stop him after all.

He had ordered the young man over, Thomas Cullen was his name he only then learned. The few court members left from his previous purge seemed wary about letting Thomas near the king, yet they could not do anything against his direct orders. He stood in his meeting room, waiting for the young man to come in. He had thought of meeting the man in his throne room, but he did not really enjoy being there. The imagery present upset him greatly. He held a glass of red liquid, something that simulated a red wine. When he heard the door open, he turned from the window he had been looking out of, his sharp eyes meeting the young man's directly. "Thomas Cullen, I am glad you could make it." he spoke, his voice was smooth and deep as he did. He stepped closer, gesturing to the couches in the room, "Please sit down, Thomas." he beckoned, crossing his own legs as he sat down. "Because of your wonderful work, darling," he offered the human a glass of red wine as well as he was speaking, "I am offering you the position of being my Footman." As he finished speaking he sat back. "What do you say, darling?" he asked then, raising an eye brow as he waited for the human's response. He was aware that his dear servants may have warned the human, but there was nothing a little manipulation could not fix, no, his pet names were solely the beginning of that.

[godofstrife]

Prison Break ( 2005–2017)

[godofstrife]

[godofstrife]

| " i won't bite, i promise " |

maesello | vampire, guardian, mercenary | switch, leaning sub

face claim: wentworth miller as michael scofield [prison break]

twenty eight-ish physically / 800+

marcus papadopoulos maesello

also referred to as beast, monster, priest, byzantine terror.

born and left as an orphan in the byzantine empire's prominent constantinople and raised within a monastery in the early 12th century. maesello was raised as an extremely orthodox christian and functioned as a priest for most of his human life. he refers to himself as greek when he is asked about his origins.

he was in his mid twenties when he was changed into a vampire, although this took place centuries ago. in turn, he does not remember much of his human life. but he seems to exhibit a certain dislike for organised religion.

he remembers his changing vividly though, it is one of his clearest memories. within the monastery in the middle of the night he was visited by the most beautiful man maesello, then marcus, had ever seen. he had thought the man was an angel, showing himself to the priest. maesello was deeply convinced of this fact, following the requests of the 'angel' without second thought. he was a priest after all, he was there to serve the divine. however the angel made stranger and stranger requests, from sexual intercourse to bringing pure souls to be send to heaven - the latter he learned later, had been the blood supply the angel had used. one of the nights, the angel appeared again, beckoning maesello closer to him. of course, the priest obeyed. "you did so well, you deserve a reward" the words left the angel's mouth and the angel touched his cheek with his icey cold hand. before maesello could say anything, an awful pain radiated from his neck. it took him a few seconds to realise that the angel had bitten him. struggling was of no use, the thing biting him was far stronger than he was, and part of him felt fuzzy and safe, as if he had been trained to eventually endure this bite. as the creature pulled back, he placed the drained priest onto the bed, cutting open his own wrist. "drink" the command came and maesello could not resist.

his memories of what followed are blurry, but he remembers blood, loads of it. doing as he was requested by the creature, his angel, his god is the only thing that remains clear in his mind from this period. it was the foundation of his new, vampiric personality. this personality was only enforced by the man who presented himself as maesello's god for several centuries.

maesello has pale, yellowish skin, often void of any redness. he however does have several moles on the left side of his face as well as freckles on his nose. he has sharp features and usually keeps himself completely clean shaved. he also prefers keeping his hair rather short. his blue eyes are framed by strong brows. furthermore, the top of his body is covered entirely in tattoos. whilst these have significance to him, he does not like going into detail about what they mean, not even to those closest to him.

personality type: INFP-A the mediator

strengths | " i have good parts too, you know? "

empathetic; rather than really caring for other people's emotions, he is extremely aware of them. he has chosen to ignore this side of himself when interacting with most people. he is however, awfully scared of hurting the few he cares about.

creative; as far as maesello has time to perform his jobs creatively, he tends to really think outside of normative frameworks. although thinking outside of normative frameworks when assassinating others is perhaps not the kind of creativity most would consider as helpful.

passionate; akin to the creativity trait, maesello is extremely passionate when he does something he likes. this can range from his jobs all the way to loving someone.

weaknesses | " i shouldn't admit this, yet here we are, aren't we? "

unrealistic; from his intense passion comes the setting of unrealistic standards and goals. he tends to beat himself up about not meeting his own unrealistic standards, although he usually takes out his physical anger that comes with this on someone else.

emotionally vulnerable; his empathy is not always something he can turn off, especially not when he is faced with emotionally loaded situations. he is easily swayed into doing things when he is under stress.

too eager to please; he would do anything for those he sees worthy. which is both a gift and a curse. he is willing to go to insane lengths for those he considers as his equals, but he will also do anything to make sure his equals keep on liking him. he be obsessive and forceful when it comes to pleasing others.

maesello is most often described as a sadist and a beast in a human veil, which is also how he regards himself most of the time. he is often sent out to do dirty jobs for those who are willing to pay him. he is not necessarily selective with whom he works, nor is he selective whose blood he takes. he had never been taught how to actually control his bloodlust, nor how he could stop from killing those he drinks from. in turn, he has a high kill count and feels very little remorse about the many he has killed.

he is manipulative and tends to do things for his own gain above all. although he presents himself as flirty most of the time, he is extremely calculating and thinks through each and every interaction he has. he likes playing and teasing, although he can be set off and lose his cool. his flirtiness does not match with his personality once he does get obsessed with someone, he will do absolutely anything to keep this person by his side. and if he cannot have them, no one can.

even though he may not show it explicitly, he is an intensely submissive person. he loves being a brat and pushing the buttons of those dominating him. but he also craves to be beaten into submission and reduced to whimpers. he is into name calling, degradation, blood play, knife play, choking, dom/sub dynamics or powerplay.

he hides his vampiric traits quite well, although he does never retract his fangs. they are always out, making his smiles sharp toothed. although the fact that maesello would be smiling should already be alarming, he is not someone who usually shows much of his expression through his face. if he allows his vampiric features to come through, the whites of his eyes shift to a greyish black and the blue of his eyes dims to match. underneath his eyes, his veins turn dark and well visible.

he has heightened senses and is extremely agile. he heals quickly and thus is rather hard to actually kill. although he does not possess a lot of other powers, he is extremely intelligent, which allows him to often outsmart his opponents. he does however have heightened compulsion and usually has no trouble getting what he wants. as a made rather than born vampire, he is unable to develop further powers. although he is extremely well respected and feared, even if he has no further powers. his efficiency and intellect allow him to be high ranked even if he is not a pure blood vampire.

[godofstrife]

Elian was a brat, he had been since he was a child and that had not changed one bit. As the son of a mobster, he never had to do anything himself. His father took care of him like a prince, all his wills and wants being catered to. Coming into the real world had been quite a shock for the spoiled son, not being given everything he wanted in seconds. Yet this only taught the young man to be manipulative, to become controlling to still get what he wanted. And Elian was good at that, he was absolutely great at making sure he got his wants and desires fulfilled. He had found an intense pleasure in forcing people to give him what he wanted, making him a valuable asset to his father who liked using him to keep potential close circle members in check.

This time was no different, Elian had been assigned a relatively new member as a body guard. A man named Luca would be taking on the responsibility of protecting the reckless brat. He wondered how long it would take him to break this new employee, he sure hoped it'd take a while. Elian had not had a real challenge in quite a while.

Elian soon managed to find the quite a lot older man, "You must be Luca, I've heard so much about you." making his opponent uncomfortable and off guard was usually his first move, oh how he looked forward to playing with this man. "I am Elian Ledovskov, my pleasure, I will be your job, protecting me is quite a feat according to my father." he shot the older man a smirk as he spoke. "Please tell me, why would an old man like yourself want to be in such a position?"

@godofstrife

Going undercover and leaving a life behind, leaving the real you behind was a dangerous game and had it's fair share of risks. Looking over your shoulder all the time and not being able to relax no matter what the mission was could be problematic and if an officer was rumbled as a cop, they were found dead or not at all. So why was Luca taking the job? Because he wanted to step up in Swat, become a team leader and do that he had to go through certain roles to be able to do it. It wasn't fair because it was dangerous but the lucky thing was......Luca didn't have family that would really miss him if anything were to happen.

The team had tried to talk him out of it and in an aim to convince him to forget about going undercover, but after a bad break up, he had resigned himself to the fact that being a cop was all he had. So for the last three months he had been benched from duty and had infiltrated a notorious crime operation, a family and was working his way up their inner ranks.

It would undoubtedly be an experience. Good or bad, that was still to be decided.

[godofstrife]

Maesello had never understood most human games, this little ball game was just another one of them. They seemed like a waste of time, a dumb past time that only distracted from what was actually important. Yet the vampire prince seemed to enjoy it, but the shift in the prince's focus had not gone unnoticed by Maesello. He had been told the other would resist, that he would do anything to not return to the vampire king. Maesello, however, worked for that king, loyally and almost thoughtlessly. Having to complete tasks that made his mind fill with the pure beastliness of his kind was more than enough for him. This caused his memories to be quite a blur though, he fought and fought, losing more and more of any humanity he may have had.

He met the other's bright blue eyes with his own almost glassy brown ones. Unbeknownst to either of them, there was in fact something different about him, yet he had not experienced any adverse effects because of it. Although he himself did not even know there was a difference in his behaviour, in his mind; all that was on his mind was bringing the rogue prince right back home. If that meant spending some time with the prince, he would have no other option but to do so. He knew the prince, of course he did. The King was his employer, the man who he had sworn his loyalty to. Yet much of his encounters with the prince were as blurry as most of his earlier memories.

He raised an eyebrow at the prince's phrasing, "I don't think I ever mentioned that, how can you be so sure I still work for your father, it has been a while hasn't it? Wouldn't you think I'd get bored eventually?" his tone held the usual sense of mocking to it still. His voice was more than steady, he had been a great liar, even before he was a vampire but his memories of before were almost impossibly more blurred than his current ones.

The softening of the gaze did however confuse Maesello, he did not understand why this prince whose father he had served (hell he would most likely serve the prince as well once he would become the rightful heir) was looking at him, affectionately? "No you are right, we are just here for a fun little reunion." When the other showed off his fangs, a soft shiver went through his body but he could not place where it was coming from. He let his tongue roam over his own fangs before giving a small smirk, his most usual expression.

His eyes then shot to the bartender, he was not opposed to taking a life if that meant he would be taking the prince home. Hell, that would make this an even better night out. He straightened his back, shrugging lightly. "I suppose so, if they do interfere or try to eavesdrop," he let his dark eyes shift to their vampiric form, their whites becoming a deep black shade as the skin under his eyes withered down slightly. "I don't mind a quick snack." he let his eyes return to normal then. Maesello had been praised for his vampiric looks quite often, especially because his demonic looks suited his personality and acts quite well. "I don't like human games, you know that. Drinking and watching that tight ass of yours bend over, that sounds more like my thing." Ah yes, the flirty and sexual comments were his specialty, no matter who and no matter what kind of a situation.

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His eyes were on the billiard balls in front of him on the green covered table but every one of his other senses were focused on the other vampire, Leroy's thoughts were spinning rapidly through his mind and it took him a moment to calm them and be in the moment; thoughts of his father finding him sent a panic through his system, the memory of that dark, cold, and metal box at the bottom of the ocean far too fresh for Leroy to go back willingly. The only lesson the vampire had learned was that his father would go to impossible lengths to be sure his only son became the cruel heir he wanted, Leroy would stop at nothing to make sure he became the complete opposite of what his father wanted. Even fight someone he once cared for, perhaps even still cared for in some small fraction within his frozen chest.

The shot he took was lazy, he wasn't focused on the solo game he'd been playing before Maesello came along but it appeared he still was, as if he weren't truly bothered by the other finding him. An uneasy feeling settled like a rock in his gut and as Maesello shifted to get his attention again Leroy couldn't help the searing intensity that shadowed his sharp blue eyes as he glanced up to meet the other's gaze. He wouldn't be going back and as Maesello tried to reassure that this was just a lovely little coincidence and that they should talk elsewhere something heavily sealed over his heart.

For a moment there was only the sound of the balls clacking together as his shot sunk two balls and he straightened his posture, wariness touching his gaze now as he took Maesello in more acutely. Dare he say that something was different about Maesello? It had been many, many years since they had last seen one another let alone spoken. How could he just trust this was simply a sweet little reunion? The shadows around them in the dimly lit back room at this shitty little hole in the wall bar, the darkness in sync with the vampire princes uneasiness and possible need to use them as a weapon.

"I don't think I could be anything but straightforward with you, Maesello," Leroy said finally, body still and calm despite the rage of emotions stirring within him, it was a surprise he had any at all after the time he spent in darkness and despair; starved and alone, Leroy had more than enough time alone with his haunted and tortured thoughts. "-- I'm not going back and I will do what I have to in order to prevent that from happening," a pause, the seriousness to his statement hanging thick in the air between him before his gaze softened just slightly, memories of intimate caresses and adoring kisses touching the recesses of his mind. "But you're not here for that, this is just a lovely and long overdue reunion," he added, the warning in his tone unavoidable as he flashed a smile that spread over his teeth to expose his own extended fangs, a promise more than it was a threat.

Leroy glanced at the bartender and held up two fingers with a nod, both reassuring the tender that he was well and also ordering to special drinks for Maesello and himself. One thing was for sure, Leroy would not make this easy for the other, his charming ways and good looks was enough to perhaps get Leroy in bed but not enough to get him back into his fathers' clutches again. "Oh, we can speak quite freely here, old friend," Leroy said with his own charming smile, brow arching as if to silently ask if that was the best manipulative tactic Maesello had. Leroy was no stranger to manipulation and political methods, after all, it was his father's main method of control-- he would still be locked away or dead if he hadn't also mastered a good defense against it. "we're in the back room and those old men can't hear shit anyway, besides, what better place to catch up than over a game of pool and some drinks?"

[godofstrife]

: maesello / he/him / physically 28 :

for now on phone sadly

Dirty tasks were what he was good at, it was what he was usually used for, Maesello himself knew that better than anyone. Having roamed this planet for quite a while, he had found the most pleasure in such activities. They called him a monster for his deeds, a criminal and a demon, he just saw it as entertainment. His employer had been quite keen on that cruel fact, the lack of remorse made Maesello perfect for dirty jobs. Hell it was the best employment he had had in a very long time.

Yet here he was, in this random bar in some unknown town, doing a job far out of his comfort zone (meaning he was not going to be covered in blood for once). Now face to face with a former ally, he had been instructed to take him home. "Leroy, what a pleasure." he spoke, his deep voice still holding the somewhat mocking undertone it had held for as long as he could remember. "Not even a 'how are you'? 'How have you been'?" His stone cold brown eyes staring right back at the other. "You are directly business talk as always, aren't you, Leroy?" he shot a glance at the bartender then, before turning his attention to Leroy again.

"Most certainly this is a pleasant reunion, yes of course." he added, a small smile playing around his lips. He tended to not hide his vampiric features much, preferring to let them show. The points of two sharp fangs stuck out as he smiled. The look on the other's face made him understand why his employer had chosen him, he was a great manipulator, especially if the manipulated already had feelings for him. "Perhaps I just wanted to catch up, dear Roy." he leaned on the table, trying to completely capture the other's attention. "Why don't we go somewhere we can actually talk freely?" He hoped his charms would do the trick, that he would not have to use any of his powers to enhance the natural charm he held.

open to: m/f/anyone connection: old coven mate, someone who used to work for his father, ex, anyone from his past. plot: leroy has been running from his parents, specifically his father, for a while & despite their efforts in bringing him back he’s managed to avoid, now he runs into your muse who knew him during his parents rather malicious hold on him. whether or not they are there to try & bring him back to his parents is up to you. idk hmu for more plotting :’) editor: using beta

“Well… it’s been a while. What brings you here? My father?” He couldn’t help the tension and distrust that laced his tone, it had been so long since he had seen anyone from his past and this just didn’t seem like it had just been an accidental meeting. Leroy could only hope they weren’t here for him and that he’d have to do what he had to in order to evade potential capture. His sharp blue eyes moved over the other as he shifted his stance, moving from one end of the billiard table he’d been playing on, cue stick still in hand as paused to lean against it. 

Posing casually to lessen any suspicion from the bartender whom Roy knew was always keeping an eye out for him. Roy flashed a smile and tilted his head to the side slightly, eyes narrowing before he arched a brow. “No, surely this is simply a pleasant reunion.” He offered an out, in case the other changed their mind were they truly there to try and take him back. He really didn't want them to be there for him, Leroy would be lying if he said any old feelings he might have felt for the other simmered in his gut right now but if forced he would defend himself to get away. Blue eyes held their gaze for a moment before he lined up his shot and focused his eyes on the balls to take his shot.

[godofstrife]

"business is business blake." the tall and lanky man stood in the opening of the door. "if they promise me money, i will be there." he put down a stack of cash onto the table. as a man for hire, julian was willing to do almost anything he needed to to earn some money. even if that led to him being in trouble, his payment would be worth the means to his end. "i know you don't mind the quick money under the counter i supply you, don't be so upset."

: julian valero / 26 / italian-american :

: fc: ultimo :

plot; the rules in blake’s house are clear. he doesn’t like to lose track of those under his roof open to; all genders, can be any connection

“do you know what time it is? the whole house went to bed two hours ago and you have the nerve to stay out this late?“

[godofstrife]

muse: alessandro giachetti, mid-twenties, child of old money, pansexual.

written on phone, admin cannot remove parts of posts sadly

alessandro was on his way to his apartment, yet after turning three corners, he realised he was not the only one on his way there it seemed. a person seemed to be following him. he was used to such things, as a son of a ruthless business man who did some not so legal stuff for most deals. he could defend himself, though, if needed. the sudden voice and man close to him made him jump slightly, looking over at the man, giving a light nod. "what a surprise to see you here." he spoke then, "we haven't spoken in a very long time." his voice was very much laced with an Italian accent. by looking over to the other, alessandro could also take a glance at the person who was following him.

𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳.

logan glances around , furrowing his eyebrows before he falls into step with the stranger . " i'm so sorry to come up to you like this, but you're being followed. pretend you know me," he mutters .

muse : logan tombes. late 20s. firefighter. bisexual.

open to : anyone.

written with beta as it's all i have access to.

[godofstrife]

Dimitrios was not dominant, so the other not wanting him as a dominant was probably the biggest relief. Not even in this state could Dimitrios dominate properly, he preferred to be fucked senseless, to have his brain leaking out from between his legs. He was easily addicted to things and sex was one of such things. If he were to go along with this, he was going to lose himself to the man and become dependent on the sex and the pleasure. He killed his victims after having sex for that exact reason. He was complicit due to his nature. "Will you bring me people to consume, my dear officer?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around the man's neck. "I promise I'll be a good boy and feed in private, only people you bring me." he flashed his fangs. He then reached down, allowing his fangs to move over the other's sensitive spots in the neck. "Take me officer~ make me a little sub for you." he whispered.

godofstrife​:

Originally posted by hanksthompson

The acceptance of the compliment made the creature’s eyes sparkle slightly. It was uncertain whose eyes they were, Dimitrios’ human side or the creature he carried, but he seemed pleased. “Why thank you, I am glad I still look good after walking this planet for over a hundred years.” he flashed a smirk, the sharp fangs and canines were glimmering in the light that shone upon them from the moon. “They call me a vrykolalas, a creature of vampiric nature. Although just blood isn’t usually what sustains me.” he stepped closer to the officer. “I already ate, don’t be afraid Carlos, dear.” he spoke, there was something soothing in his tone. Whilst his species was not known for their hypnotizing powers, Dimitrios was a rather persuasive and manipulative man in the state he was currently in. “How about a deal, I give you a fun time whenever you please and you’ll let me feed. Even the little human in here will get used to that, he’ll perhaps even see that listening to his instincts is better. Whilst he’s not in control right now, he shares my sentiment.” his hand travelled down the other’s chest, leaning closer to the other’s ear. “I can be as submissive or dominant as you want me to be, just say what you wish for.” he whispered.

Carlos was doing his level best to keep as calm as possible, though he had to admit that when he caught a flash of those fangs it definitely raised his heartrate considerably. He took a deep breath, just looking right into the man’s eyes and trying to think as rationally as he could. He could tell the other man wasn’t kidding and he realized that even trying to put cuffs on him was going to be impossible so he decided to just go along with it… especially with the offer of physical intimate touch, a thing he hadn’t had in far longer than he’d dare admit. “I think considering everything I’m seeing right now, you as a dominant is not something I need in my life” he said, taking another deep breath and letting his hand move to Dimitrios side “I won’t deny that this is a tempting deal and… I’m willing to take you up on it but you have to promise me something” he said, turning his head to look to the man “You feed in private, not in public where anyone can stumble on what I saw and where it can cause a problem. Because if a few bodies like that start turning up, it’s going to make things difficult for you and it either ends in an army of cops coming after you or… well i assume more bodies like that, neither options sounds great” he took a deep breath “If you can stick to that… I’ll take you up on  that fun time right now” he smiled a little, pulling the smaller man a little closer “Sound fair?”

[godofstrife]

muse: Krys Bagdonas

Being an escort had been his job for years now, Krys was used to doing this kind of work by now. Older men tended to like him the most and Krys preferred them for they were often harsher and more experienced. Tonight was such a night, he had been assigned to a worker of a construction company that was under his boss's control. His boss liked the man, Mitch, for his strong body and potential to grow into the father company, the mob Krys's boss led. He was certain the other had seen him before, hanging around their mutual boss. Although he was not sure if Mitch knew the extent of the power of the company he worked for.

His fingers trailed up to the leather collar around his neck, standing in front of the other man after walking in. "I wouldn't want to let you wait~" his voice was flirty, it held a harsh Lithuanian accent. Krys had no difficulties slipping into the Artemis character he had to play. His gaze soon fell on the other's bulge, making him lick his lips. Oh he was in for a good time, and he would make sure Mitch would have the best night of his life. Without a second thought he turned around, his pale back was slightly muscular and toned. "Artemis, it is my pleasure." he spoke as he glanced back at the other man, his blue eyes sparkling with flirty innocence.

open to: bottoms, younger, taboo welcome (stepson, son ,prostitution, dubcon)

setting: Mitch orders an escort he may or may not recognize.

Mitch sniffed as he opened the door and let the other inside, salacious eyes roaming over the other’s frame as he did. Working construction wasn’t exactly lucrative, and his ex-wife was sucking up most of what he did take home with alimony payments. But he’d been saving up for this, idly looking forward to someone who did anything but remind him of the cheating bitch who’d just about ruined his fucking life. “Right on time.” Mitch said with a smirk before he took a seat on the couch, one arm propped up behind him as he eyed the man up and down. He planned on keeping the other here all night, his stiffening and pronounced bulge protruding through the front of his jeans as Mitch sat, manspread. His body ached from hard day’s of manual labor, the thick calloused skin on his hands running through his hair as he thought about where to begin. “Why don’t you turn around for me,” Mitch asked, “I wanna see you from all sides.”