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luvreyn · 5 years ago

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My Manhwa List (2020) Part 6

sHi! How arth thou? I’m back to give you another list of recommendation!

Beware of the Villainess

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Sit back and take in this romantic tale of an angelic heroine and her devoted suitors as they vie for the depths of her love... or not. This story’s about to go through some edits! After an accident, a modern-day college student awakens as the story’s villainess, Melissa Foddebrat. She’s far from anyone’s favorite, but she IS the daughter of the duke. Determined to live it up, this new Melissa is doing things her way — antiquated society, be damned! All idiots, prepare to step aside or perish!

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- plot = 4.5/5

- art = 4.5/5

- C O M E D I C G O L D

- their meme-able face are so funny lmao

- ml is so cute & soft & deserves everything in the world

- mc is such a bad-ass like?? she’s so cool & she doesnt deserve to be treated less by that stupid prince ok

- she is beauty, she is grace, she is the queen!

- all i do is fangirl over the mc basically

- isekai

- i love her dynamic with her bro cause honestly same that’s how my sibs and are act sometimes lmao

- her maid is so cool

- a bad-ass with a heart

- ml has this past and secret and i’m living for it

- a gem basically

- overall verdict, a highly recommended manhwa that will make you all sort of emotions. one of the best manhwas released this 2020 ok i said what i said

I Became the Villain's Mother

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Summoned into her favorite novel as the infamous Duchess Roselia Chade, Haena is bathed in riches, power, and a family of her own. Life couldn’t be better, save for the small detail that her beloved stepson, Einspanner Chade, is also the evil mastermind destined to kill her. At this point in the story Ein is still just an adorable child yet to reach his cruel awakening, and so Roselia is determined to stop him from becoming a ruthless killer. But with the duke getting in her way and trying to poison his own son, safely raising a child that was primed for villainy may prove harder than she originally thought. The survival of both mother and child depends on whether Roselia can successfully rewrite their tragic ending!

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- plot = 5/5 ok i’m loving it already despite the few chaps released

- art = 3/5

- IM LOVING THE TWIST

- this is an all out war between father & son ok

- ain is so cute like??

- i s e k a i

- ain is such a bad ass cute little devil

- i know i know i’m collecting so many isekai-ish manhwas bcoz why not

- i love the mc so much shes so adorable and her previous job is awesome (i know you dont care but i wanted to be a daycare teacher too when i was a kid so yay)

- she’s such an awesome mom like??

- the dad... the dad is idk but he’s a terrible dad for me (right now)

- ^ why is this like a discouragement comment like idek what i’m thinking yet i’m not gonna delete it

- i love that this is mostly a son-mom manhwa bcoz it’s such a breath of fresh air and not to mention almost all dad-daughters manhwa are hurting me

- i’m here for the mom and son interactions basically

- overall verdict, a highly recommended manhwas for our souls!

Marked By King Bs

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High school is hard enough without a target on your back, but that’s exactly the situation Annie finds herself in when she crosses a group of the most popular kids in school. Marked by the king bee himself, the notorious Ashton Griffin, Annie becomes his newest fixation--and he is determined to make her life miserable. Now at his beck and call, Annie must stay on Ashton’s good side to maintain her peaceful life and avoid becoming a social pariah. As she navigates her way through alienating social cliques, persistent old crushes, and the hot upstairs neighbor who never puts a shirt on, Annie will soon learn that there’s more to being popular than meets the eye. She just wanted to live a normal life, but maybe there’s no escaping these king bees. An official comic adaptation based on the hit dating-sim game. I AM TARGETED BY THEM!!!

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- plot = 3/5

- ngl but i can already feel the slight cliche-ness of this story and yet i’m still here forgive me this is a guilty pleasure manhwa

- art = 4/5

- i love the mc (yes, that quickly)

- dark haired boyo is mine ok??

- kinda funny

- i miss the school life setting so hihihi

- verdict, a cute and good read!

Pixel of Life

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After finding out her boyfriend has been cheating with her boss, Hana loses her menial desk job of 5 years. Countless rejections later, she finally lands an interview at a small art gallery. Hana jumps at the chance to leave the drama of the past few months behind. But her high school friend (and worst enemy) Jiyeon is the gallery owner? Their most peculiar romance is about to begin… or not?!

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- o m g

- plot =4/5 this deserves more read tbh

- art = 4/5

- i’m starting to relate to mc since i started working cause #adultingsucks

- one of my dream jobs huhuhu

- i so love the twist

- the s i b l i n g s

- i wanna know what happens next!!!

- s u s p e n s e

- mix with mystery and spinkle with secrets and viola i present to you: the pixel of life

- verdict, a super good read!

The Antagonist’s Pet

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Blessed with the face of an angel, young Sasha Tartt knows a life-altering secret: in this romance novel where she’s just a side character, she’s the only one who knows the true ending! When the antagonist of the story takes a particular liking to her, she must make a decision: help the clever and beautiful Rebecca find a happy ending, or side with the sweet-natured protagonist to ensure her own survival? On top of that, Sasha has to juggle the affections of her bespectacled love interest and tame a dragon boy! Can Sasha learn new tricks to win the hearts of these main characters? Based on the hit novel.

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- plot = 4/5 so few chaps yet so good

- art = 3/5

- i so love that she acts dumb when she’s not cause i love scheming characters

- W O M E N E M P O W E R M E N T

- who run the world? girls!

- i love that she loves the villain cause girl same

- idec whether there’s an ml or not cause we stay for their future bond

- she is beauty, she is grace, she’s the villainess pet

- ^ it sounds better in my head

- verdict, a refreshing manhwa that will leave you wanting for moreee!

#The Pet of The Villainess #beware of the villainess #pixel of life #i become the villain's mother #when you're been targetted by the bully #manhwa #manhwa recommendation #marked by king bs #The Antagonist’s Pet #reynlist #reyn.manhwarecs

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yesloverboy · 5 years ago

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You and Michael playing PC games in the Sanctuary. Everything was okay until Michael decides to play the infamous "Cat Mario". That fucking fan made game that you can even past the first level. His rage level just explode with this game. I took inspiration from that youtuber named "Rooster Teeth".

listen y’all this is pure crack, but it was super fun to write. thanks so much for such a hilarious idea!

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When Michael finally brought you to the Sanctuary, it was everything you dreamt it would be. Your new home felt like it existed on an entirely different plane of reality; a little slice of what you imagined heaven would be like, yet it was so much more. It was better than heaven, all because Michael had created it, and he created it just for you. It certainly wasn’t a complete picture of what yours and Michael’s new world would be, but for now, it was everything you could ever need to enjoy your victories and plan for the future.

The Sanctuary itself was like an oasis in the desert, overflowing with lavish gardens, ornate palaces, and artful sculptures that were seemingly derived from all the rococo masterpieces you could recall from the previous Earth. The sun always shone brightly, and it only ever thunderstormed when you were tucked safely inside; a blanket wrapped securely around your shoulders and a book in your hands.

Best of all, Michael seemed relaxed, more relaxed than you ever remembered. The scowl he had adopted back in the Outpost had melted away, his mildly cherubic face becoming one of ease, the soft look in his eyes making your heart flutter. He still maintained his elegance– after all, he is the son of Satan and heir to Earth’s throne –but now, Michael was free to breathe a little. As the days went by, he became the playful boy you first fell in love with, indulging you in movie marathons, ruthless game nights, and impromptu dances in the kitchen.

As elegant as your Sanctuary was, it wasn’t long before you and your beloved ventured back into some of the more nostalgic creature comforts of your previous lives. You’re unsure how, but Michael managed to save the remnants of whatever the human race had left of the internet before the nuclear fallout.

On a particularly lazy day, you find yourself in Michael’s study, diving deep into the rabbit hole of PC games from your childhood. You’re halfway through Resident Evil 2, when Michael strolls in, the sound of him humming softly under his breath drawing your attention away from the computer screen. His hair is pulled back into a loose bun, and a pair of beige linen pants hand loosely on his hips. You smile to yourself as an image of Michael in crimson velvet flashes in your mind, and you feel proud of how much he’s let himself grow.

Sure, he’s still the antichrist, but now the darkness inside of him doesn’t have to fight for space anymore. There’s no good half or bad half, human or nonhuman– there’s just Michael. Your Michael.

“What are you up to, my love?”

You open the game menu, pausing your progress for a moment. “Oh nothing, just rotting my brain with the old Resident Evil games. You remember these? God they used to scare the shit out of me.”

“Language, darling,” he teases, poking fun at your casual mention of the Lord Almighty. “Mind if I join you?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” you giggle. “Now pull up a chair so I can kick your ass, pretty boy.”

Michael drags one of the plush lounge chairs over to the desk, all the while chuckling to himself. “Someone’s feeling feisty, today. Why don’t we find something we both can play? I wouldn’t want to inhibit my baby’s progress in her crusade against the undead.”

You playfully shove Michael as he flops down beside you, the chair squeaking against the wooden floor as he stumbles into it. “Hey, you don’t have to make up excuses, I’d be intimidated by my zombie-killing prowess, too.”

Michael just rolls his eyes, a coy smile tugging at his perfect lips. “Oh yeah, that’s definitely it. Now hurry up and pick something before I change my mind.”

You save your progress on Resident Evil 2 and close its window, promptly opening your folder of games you filed away for later. You had all the classics: the rest of the Resident Evil series, Silent Hill, Doom, Super Mario Brothers, Super Mario World, and a few indie games you had yet to try.

“What about this one?” Michael asks, pointing to a game labeled Cat Mario.

The game looks innocent enough. Based on appearance alone, it seems to be the exact format of a regular Mario game but just a little more homemade. Rather than having the adorable Italian plumber you know and love being the game’s main protagonist, a little white cat stands in his place. The instructions are in Japanese, but everything about it is virtually the same game– how different could it be?

“Sure! I mean, I haven’t played it yet, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t love a good Mario rendition.”

“Game on,” Michael grins, “Why don’t you go first?”

You happily oblige, and select the only available stage on the colorful screen. It may not be a true Mario game, but the delightful pastel blue sky and white little clouds make you feel right at home.

The first thing you notice as you move the little white cat is how much slower everything is. No problem, you think. Maybe it’s just a little hiccup in the developer’s design. It is an indie game, after all, so you can’t expect it to be perfect. It isn’t until you reach the first green pipe that you realize something is terribly off about the whole thing.

Rather than your adorable little cat character hopping inside and materializing through another pipe, the cat sinks within in and the pipe flies off the top of the screen, effectively wasting your first life.

“Whoa, what the fuck?” you look over at Michael, but his confused expression is just a mirror of your own.

“Yeah what the fuck is right,” he murmurs, “Are you sure you’re doing it right?”

You scoff indignantly, “What do you mean, am I sure?”

“Here,” he smiles confidently, “Let me give it a shot.”

Pushing yourself away from the desk, you allow the office chair to roll you out of Michael’s way, wondering what he could possibly do that would be any different from what you were trying.

Annoyingly enough, Michael gets farther than you did on your first attempt, quickly correcting every mistake he had observed you making.

“You know, the controls may be slow, but once you get the hang of it–” Michael starts, but is immediately cut off by the sight of a floating platform falling from the powder blue sky and onto the little white cat.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Michael growls, “That’s never happened in a Mario game before, has it?”

Even though you’re just as perplexed as Michael, you can’t help but be amused by just how much he hates losing. “I don’t know, boy wonder. Has a green pipe ever flown off-screen in a Mario game before?”

Michael just turns his attention back to the screen, his teeth clenched tightly in frustration. “Whatever, I’m trying it again.”

This time around, Michael tries to make the cat jump and punch a question block, only for it to soar upwards and out of his reach.

“Please tell me you’re seeing this shit, and I’m not going crazy.” Michael whines.

“Oh you’re going crazy, alright,” you smirk, trying your best to bury the laugh that’s starting to bubble in your throat.

Michael continues on a little further, dodging green pipes and avoiding slow-moving enemies like the plague. You’re just about to tell him that he might be out of the woods when suddenly, the little white cat jumps up to hit a series of hidden blocks, only to be immediately boxed in by every single one of them.

You don’t have to look at him directly to know that his face is bright red with aggravation. In all the years you’d been with Michael, you’ve spent enough time with him to know that it’s taking him everything within his power not to smash the PC to bits with the wave of his fingers.

“This isn’t happening, this isn’t fucking happening.” Michael huffs, his eyes darting between the pastel-colored screen and your face, trying to gauge your reaction. “Listen, I’ve seen a lot of evil in this world– hell, I’ve done a lot of evil –but this is something else.”

You let out a hearty laugh and plant a firm kiss on his anger-flushed cheek. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m sure that whatever internet troll invented this horrible thing probably perished in the blast.”

“Kicking and screaming?” Michael inquires, a hint of humor returning to his velvety voice.

“Kicking and screaming,” you confirm, “Although, I can’t help but wonder what that kind of evil genius could have done for the new world…”

Michael looks at an empty corner of the room thoughtfully, his brilliant eyes sparkling. “Well, we could always do a good old fashioned blood ritual later tonight…maybe bring the bastard back. You know, for old time’s sake.”

You grin, feeling an overwhelming sense of affection for your competitive husband. He may be the son of the Devil, but he had all the competitive fire of a Greek God, scorned and beautiful all at the same time.

“It’s a date.”

#michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #blurbs #american horror story #american horror story apocalypse #ahs apocalypse #ahs

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hello-robin-goodfellow · 5 years ago

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The Girl without Hands (Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm)

A miller fell slowly but surely into poverty, until finally he had nothing more than his mill and a large apple tree which stood behind it. One day he had gone into the forest to gather wood, where he was approached by an old man, whom he had never seen before, and who said, "Why do you torment yourself with chopping wood? I will make you rich if you will promise me that which is standing behind your mill."

"What can that be but my apple tree?" thought the miller, said yes, and signed it over to the strange man.

The latter, however, laughed mockingly and said, "I will come in three years and get what belongs to me," then went away.

When he arrived home, his wife came up to him and said, "Miller, tell me, where did all the wealth come from that is suddenly in our house? All at once all the chests and boxes are full, and no one brought it here, and I don't know where it came from."

He answered, "It comes from an strange man whom I met in the woods and who promised me great treasures if I would but sign over to him that which stands behind the mill. We can give up the large apple tree for all this."

"Oh, husband!" said the woman, terrified. "That was the devil. He didn't mean the apple tree, but our daughter, who was just then standing behind the mill sweeping the yard."

The miller's daughter was a beautiful and pious girl, and she lived the three years worshipping God and without sin. When the time was up and the day came when the evil one was to get her, she washed herself clean and drew a circle around herself with chalk. The devil appeared very early in the morning, but he could not approach her.

He spoke angrily to the miller, "Keep water away from her, so she cannot wash herself any more. Otherwise I have no power over her."

The miller was frightened and did what he was told. The next morning the devil returned, but she had wept into her hands, and they were entirely clean.

Thus he still could not approach her, and he spoke angrily to the miller, "Chop off her hands. Otherwise I cannot get to her."

The miller was horrified and answered, "How could I chop off my own child's hands!"

Then the evil one threatened him, saying, "If you do not do it, then you will be mine, and I will take you yourself."

This frightened the father, and he promised to obey him. Then he went to the girl and said, "My child, if I do not chop off both of your hands, then the devil will take me away, and in my fear I have promised him to do this. Help me in my need, and forgive me of the evil that I am going to do to you."

She answered, "Dear father, do with me what you will. I am your child," and with that she stretched forth both hands and let her father chop them off.

The devil came a third time, but she had wept so long and so much onto the stumps, that they were entirely clean. Then he had to give up, for he had lost all claim to her.

The miller spoke to her, "I have gained great wealth through you. I shall take care of you in splendor as long as you live."

But she answered, "I cannot remain here. I will go away. Compassionate people will give me as much as I need."

Then she had her mutilated arms tied to her back, and at sunrise she set forth, walking the entire day until it was night. She came to a royal garden, and by the light of the moon she saw that inside there were trees full of beautiful fruit. But she could not get inside, for there it was surrounded by water.

Having walked the entire day without eating a bite, she was suffering from hunger, and she thought, "Oh, if only I were inside the garden so I could eat of those fruits. Otherwise I shall perish."

Then she kneeled down and, crying out to God the Lord, she prayed. Suddenly an angel appeared. He closed a head gate, so that the moat dried up, and she could walk through.

She entered the garden, and the angel went with her. She saw a fruit tree with beautiful pears, but they had all been counted. She stepped up to the tree and ate from it with her mouth, enough to satisfy her hunger, but no more. The gardener saw it happen, but because the angel was standing by her he was afraid and thought that the girl was a spirit. He said nothing and did not dare to call out nor to speak to the spirit. After she had eaten the pear she was full, and she went and lay down in the brush.

The king who owned this garden came the next morning. He counted the fruit and saw that one of the pears was missing. He asked the gardener what had happened to it. It was not lying under the tree, but had somehow disappeared.

The gardener answered, "Last night a spirit came here. It had no hands and ate one of the pears with its mouth."

The king said, "How did the spirit get across the water? And where did it go after it had eaten the pear?"

The gardener answered, "Someone dressed in snow-white came from heaven and closed the head gate so the spirit could walk through the moat. Because it must have been an angel I was afraid, and I asked no questions, and I did not call out. After the spirit had eaten the pear it went away again."

The king said, "If what you said is true, I will keep watch with you tonight."

After it was dark the king entered the garden, bringing a priest with him who was to talk to the spirit. All three sat down under the tree and kept watch. At midnight the girl came creeping out of the brush, stepped up to the tree, and again ate off a pear with her mouth. An angel dressed in white was standing next to her.

The priest walked up to them and said, "Have you come from God, or from the world? Are you a spirit or a human?"

She answered, "I am not a spirit, but a poor human who has been abandoned by everyone except God."

The king said, "Even if you have been abandoned by the whole world, I will not abandon you."

He took her home with him to his royal castle, and because she was so beautiful and pure he loved her with all his heart, had silver hands made for her, and took her as his wife.

After a year the king had to go out into the battlefield, and he left the young queen in the care of his mother, saying, "If she has a child, support her and take good care of her, and immediately send me the news in a letter."

She gave birth to a beautiful son. The old mother quickly wrote this in a letter, giving the joyful news to the king.

Now on the way the messenger stopped at a brook to rest. Tired from his long journey, he fell asleep. Then the devil came to him. He still wanted to harm the pious queen, and he took the letter, putting in its place one that stated that the queen had brought a changeling into the world. When the king read this letter he was frightened and saddened, but nevertheless he wrote an answer that they should take good care of the queen until his return. The messenger returned with this letter, but he rested at the same place, and again fell asleep. The devil came again and placed a different letter in his bag. This letter said that they should kill the queen with her child.

The old mother was terribly frightened when she received this letter. She could not believe it, and wrote to the king again, but she got back the same answer, because each time the devil substituted a false letter. And the last letter even stated that they should keep the queen's tongue and eyes as proof.

The old mother lamented that such innocent blood was to be shed, and in the night she had a doe killed, cut out its tongue and eyes, and had them put aside.

Then she said to the queen, "I cannot have you killed as the king has ordered, but you can no longer stay here. Go out into the wide world with your child, and never come back."

The old mother tied the queen's child onto her back, and the poor woman went away with weeping eyes. She came to a great, wild forest where she got onto her knees and prayed to God. Then the angel of the Lord appeared to her and led her to a small house. On it was a small sign with the words, "Here anyone can live free."

A snow-white virgin came from the house and said, "Welcome, Queen," then led her inside. She untied the small boy from her back, held him to her breast so he could drink, and then laid him in a beautiful made-up bed.

Then the poor woman said, "How did you know that I am a queen?"

The white virgin answered, "I am an angel, sent by God to take care of you and your child."

She stayed in this house for seven years, and was well taken care of. And through the grace of God and her own piety her chopped-off hands grew back.

The king finally came back home from the battlefield, and the first thing he wanted to do was to see his wife and their child.

Then the old mother began to weep, saying, "You wicked man, why did you write to me that I was to put two innocent souls to death," and she showed him the two letters that the evil one had counterfeited. Then she continued to speak, "I did what you ordered," and showed him as proof the eyes and the tongue.

Then the king began to weep even more bitterly for his poor wife and his little son, until the old woman had mercy and said to him, "Be satisfied that she is still alive. I secretly had a doe killed and took the proofs from it. I tied your wife's child onto her back and told her to go out into the wide world, and she had to promise never to come back here, because you were so angry with her."

Then the king said, "I will go as far as the sky is blue, and will neither eat nor drink until I have found my dear wife and my child again, provided that in the meantime they have not died or perished from hunger."

Then the king traveled about for nearly seven years, searching in all the stone cliffs and caves, but he did not find her, and he thought that she had perished. He neither ate nor drank during the entire time, but God kept him alive. Finally he came to a great forest, where he found a little house with a sign containing the words, " Here anyone can live free."

The white virgin came out, took him by the hand, led him inside, and said, "Welcome, King," then asked him where he had come from.

He answered, "I have been traveling about for nearly seven years looking for my wife and her child, but I cannot find them."

The angel offered him something to eat and drink, but he did not take it, wanting only to rest a little. He lay down to sleep, covering his face with a cloth.

Then the angel went into the room where the queen was sitting with her son, whom she normally called "Filled-with-Grief."

The angel said to her, "Go into the next room with your child. Your husband has come."

She went to where he was lying, and the cloth fell from his face.

Then she said, "Filled-with-Grief, pick up the cloth for your father and put it over his face again."

The child picked it up and put it over his face again. The king heard this in his sleep and let the cloth fall again.

Then the little boy grew impatient and said, "Mother, dear, how can I cover my father's face? I have no father in this world. I have learned to pray, 'Our father which art in heaven,' and you have said that my father is in heaven, and that he is our dear God. How can I know such a wild man? He is not my father."

Hearing this, the king arose and asked who she was.

She said, "I am your wife, and this is your son Filled-with-Grief."

He saw her living hands and said, "My wife had silver hands."

She answered, "Our merciful God has caused my natural hands to grow back."

The angel went into the other room, brought back the silver hands, and showed them to him. Now he saw for sure that it was his dear wife and his dear child, and he kissed them, and rejoiced, and said, "A heavy stone has fallen from my heart."

Then the angel of God gave them all something to eat, and then they went back home to his old mother. There was great joy everywhere, and the king and the queen conducted their wedding ceremony once again, and they lived happily until their blessed end.

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SOURCE:

http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/grimm031.html

#fairy tales #fantasy #literature #brothers grimm #jacob grimm #wilhelm grimm

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skunts-own-truth · 6 years ago

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Oh no, I sleepily felt compelled to write a short story

No planning or editing went into this. Just laid down for bed and started typing. If it’s trash it’s trash, but hey, told myself I’d start posting my writing somewhere! Here you go, friends, if you want to read this sleepy-time tale of gods and curses, you’ll find it right here:

The firepits had not worked, Grenel realized as he saw his grandmother roaming the fields behind his large mudbrick dwelling. It was raining, and the rice fields were drowning in dark water and muck that came up to his grandmother's knees. She sloshed through it, lifting powerful dead legs and slamming them down back into the mud. Having not yet noticed her grandson, she would wander aimlessly. He would have to put her back down.

With that in mind, the huntsman Grenel went about preparing himself for the slaying. It had been found that dismemberment severed the body parts of the dead from the spell that raised them. Stabbing weapons, like a spear, were useless in this curse. The warriors of his tribe learned that early on, and that lesson was a costly one. The warrior cast of the united clans was but a memory now, leaving only the hunters, woodcutters, farmers, and beastmen to apply their respective trades on the freshly dead.

Wearing thick mammoth hide no cursling could chew through, Grenel moved silently around the flooded fields of rice. His grandmother was still plodding along, making a clear trail of slosh and upturned muck and vegetation behind her. It saddened the already emotionally tried huntsman to see his grandmother, a proud leader of the tribe's warrior cast, taken by this devil's curse. She deserved better than this humiliating march through the mud and deserved far better than meeting her end by the swing of a blunt axe. Still, it had to be done. So many brave men and women had died when the curslings first began to rise. The warriors had not been the only ones to perish in that tide of undeath; now only a handful of his people remained.

The rain fell hard and thunder boomed signaling a battle between gods and monsters. They wared so much in these hot months, and as a child, the hunter's warrior grandmother would tell him tales of when the gods did their fighting there in their homelands. A sight he had hoped they would see again, with her by his side of course. That could not happen now. The rage was building under his calm hunter's stance. He could hold it in, but not forever. She would eventually spot him as he prowled around the fields. That much was fine, he would need her to see him at some point.

Grenel laid simple traps as he stalked his cursling elder. They were strong things, faster than an angry cat and stronger than the beastmen's aurochs on a charge, but with the rain coming down this hard he knew he could make use of hidden ropes and simple blades in the mud. They weren't expert works of the hunter's art, but fine enough to trip and bleed the thing that had been his grandmother. That was fine enough. He closed his eyes, begged the storm to see the gods cut down in their battle so far away, and let out a soft, comforting tune. It was a song Grenel's grandmother, Varan, had taught him when he was a boy.

The tune did exactly what he had planned for it to do. The cursling's head snapped towards the sound, its body twisting under the broken neck to face the singing hunter. For good measure, he began to swing his sling around building deadly momentum. Sometimes these cursed dead only needed light damage to see them lay back to rest. As the warstone flung from his sling and cracked open her head, spilling out the rotten brains and a single eye, he knew this would not be as easy as that. She charged without any other sound than her cracking bones. Somehow, he felt he could hear that over the thunder's roar.

Grenel stood his ground, axe in hand as she ran at him like man become beast, tearing through the ground on all fours to get at him. His tears fell freely then, as her arms and legs found the ropes. They caught her, despite her strength she was sent flipping into the mud, and right onto the blunt blades in the muck. Black blood flowed out, darkening the slick brown of the earth. Still, she made no sound. Even in those last moments as his axe came down and freed her body from the curse.

He fell to his knees when it was over, shaken to the core by the grotesque experience. His grandmother's spirit could rest, but he knew his own would not. This was a cursed land. Abandoned by gods, left to rot at the mercy of evil forest things that toy with the lives of men. He was alone or felt as much. His own clan was dead, burnt to a crisp in a firepit, missing, or dismembered and sinking down into thick chunky earth. Those of the tribe that were left had little to do with Grenel besides relying on his sling to bring in fresh game. It was more than too much for the hunter, and a part of him considered walking into the fire he would soon build for the corpse.

Two days go by without another cursling to kill. The gods won their battle, the sky became clear once again. The rain allowed so much of the farmer's food to sprout in a rapid, near miracle speed that an elder actually thanked the gods out loud. Grenel could have ripped the old man's head off for that affront to all who had died in these terrible months.

The gods, he had spat at the old man, sending his sons into a rage. Grenel offered no apology, simply accepting the beating that came soon after. He had blackened both of the young fools' eyes, broken one's nose, and bit a chunk out of another... but he regretted that. The huntsman knew he should not have antagonized the old man, he was only dreaming of days long past, when the gods looked over the tribes of their land. He had no right to shout at the old man, nor to spit on him in curse. He held no grudge, though he knew that was not a mutual sentiment.

Grenel would leave only a few days later. Axe in hand, mammoth hide on, and a sack of rabbit meat salted and ready for a long journey out of his homeland. He was not a cruel man, so he left his tribe pounds of bore and deer flesh, salted and dried for ease of storage. Some had begged him not to go, while others wished he found his death in the haunted forests around their home, and he shared in their wishings. "I will not return," he told them all, "cursed in death or alive and hungry. I have no place here, nor do I feel a need to fight any more dead for land already forsaken."

There were fourteen of them in total. The strong ones, but not the strongest. The smart ones, but not those smart enough to have left long before this. Strangers bound by land, a tribe of barely over a dozen. At the rate they had dwindled already, he knew they would not last the cold months when they marched down from the Northern mounts to wage war on life. The frost always won, but if they could store enough food... perhaps they could survive to see the time of rebirth when the cold grew bored of its victory.

"Wait," said a woman in the group that had gathered to see Grenel off. He did not know her name but knew she had been born into a family of beastmen and married into a clan of warriors. She still carried a copper sword that was even blunter than his own woodcutter's axe he had borrowed from his own late wife. She towered over the hunter but did not look down on him with any sort of disdain, and for that, he stopped to listen to her words. "We have all wondered where you could possibly go when you leave here; the elders believe you go off simply to find peace in death. Our generation claim you know of a hidden tribe that you found in your travels, that you plan to abandon us to our fate as you grow fat on fine auroch raised in peaceful lands... but, none of this is true."

Her expression was serious, more so than Grenel's own. He found himself almost intimidated by her, and perhaps would have been if he had not cut down his own family's rotten corpse so recently. He stood his ground as she approached. "You are going to find the land of the gods, aren't you?"

Grenel could not bare her fierce glare, so he looked away, back towards their fellow tribesmen. His defiance was directed at them, not at her. "Yes." He said without any hesitation, "I go to see what was so important that they abandon us, their people. I go to see the monsters they face, and the great halls where they drink..." The huntsman spat, "and I will find my death in their lands, perhaps at their own mighty hands, but as I am cut down they will hear the names of my clan and they too will taste the bite of a cursling dead as it taints their precious home."

The hunter thought he would never get a chance after an outburst like that. However, no fist was swung, no rock slung, nor did he find a speartip jutting from his chest. Instead, the last warrior in the village held her blade out in front of her and pledged her sword to this death. "Then I will go with you, Grenel Godcryer, and find my death by your side... I would yell my defiance with you, and curse those loathsome beings for leaving us to our fate."

The tribe had nothing kind to say about the two departing Godseekers, so they planned to leave as soon as the hunter's new warrior companion gathered her belongings. They snuck a few extra hunks of meat from the supply Grenel had left for the tribe, and when they were sure they would not starve together in those haunted woods the pair left their old homes behind.

Grenel leaned the woman's name was Yvettle. A descendant of a prophetess of the same name, her clan had gone from nobles to farmers after the gods made priest-kings and future-seers a thing of the past by taking their godly magic away from the land. She was a soft-spoken killer he found, and thanked his luck for it. They did not talk often but enjoyed the quiet conversations when the trails got too hard to walk and camp needed to be set. She had lost as much as him; a wife, an adopted son, and a husband. Yvettle could no longer bear to stay in the cemetery their home had become and needed any excuse she could to escape that gloomy place. She had found that in him, and he did not resent her for it.

Theirs was a tired friendship, built on loss and death. As days turned to weeks, they had learned to work together well. Grenel found it a shame their tribe had set tasks for clans, as this woman could have done everyone's job alone. She was as talented a hunter as she was a herder, and her skill with a sword was as deadly as his aim with a sling. There was no doubt in his mind she could have contended for chief if life had stayed normal for their clans, and that was a shame.

As months came and gone, Grenel and Yvettle found their bond made for an effective killing unit. Like gods of war, they came together to end the lives of those unnatural things that stalked the forests and kept the tribesmen bundled behind walls and safe in their huts. Long things, boney and covered in loose skin crawled from the trees on hands of ice. Wolves that burned like the sun circled Grenel's freshly killed deer. Once, a woman in a river nearly beckoned Yvettle to save her, only to reveal herself a hungry eel below. Each time they acted without fear, and each time they pulled each other out of the clutches of death. The infernal beasts eventually left them alone, and not long after that, the pair found the first marker that proved the land of the gods was not so far away.

A sword as tall as the tallest tree, made from the shining god-metal, jutted from the broken skull of a monster that surely had to be the size of a mountain in life. They did not speak as they came out of the forest to find this great blade, instead, they were possessed by a second wind. The gods were close, and neither would rest until those immortal beings felt Grenel the hunter and Yvettle the warrior's shared rage. Together, they marched into the lands of mythology to face a death they craved more than life. Side by side, they would challenge the gods and seek to defile their holy lands with their tainted corpses, and only then would the bonded pair find their peace.

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VERSES RUNDOWN.

'fore blazing home came atumbling ; there was a family of four ( childhood v. )

PRE GAMES / NOVEL’S / MANGA’s. pretty clear -- this is any interaction that has been plotted or otherwise during dante’s childhood til the fire. by default he’s going to be about 6 - 8 years of age with the latter age at least a couple months before the fire.

quite indeterminate yet the bang of a gun and the slash of a sword still remain a constant ( undetermined v )

PRETTY OBVIOUS. i haven’t made a decision where shit goes yet thus its undetermined. will change during thread once we plot more on it or i figure something out myself.

not everything has a simple ending. crashing demons is easy but other things ? that can be tough ( multifandom v )

GENERAL CROSSOVER / MULTIVERSE v. pretty generic verse for when either dante himself or another character outside of the devil may cry canon gets tossed comes inside it. i’ll probably branch off if and whenever i make verses for in - fandom specific threads when i build something for each one of them but this is it for now. sometimes this verse tag will accompany another one ; which just means whichever verse he’s in and what you should follow development wise is connected. basically just a multi - fandom tag for crossover threads, lads.

die trash man ; take your sword and SHOVE IT ( crack )

GENERAL CRACK. as the package says it’s just a verse / tag for crack whenever it happens. sometimes it may

a flash to a past that holds bitter air. pain was a story here. you wish not to go back ( post dmc5 / alternate interaction v )

ALTERNATE INTERACTIONS. pretty much like with the multifandom verse tag this one is simply going to go with any other version of himself dante interacts with. might get latched onto with another verse tag just for my own sanity but . . yep.

low feelings ; simply moving along to find dangers and distractions ( devil may cry one v. )

SET JUST BEFORE, DURING OR AFTER DMC1 AND BEFORE FOUR. pretty much as the previous sentence says lads. he’s an angstee boy but not as angsty as his two self i guess lmao. but yeah, this verse is a huge back track in terms of development and how he is in the verse below this one.

bang bang bang kiss of the gun & blade ; where are we? ( post dmc5 - main )

POST DMCV. follows the full OG dmcv canon til end - depending on interaction this could mean that any vergil written with and dante are in hell still doing whatever the fuck they please or after the fact and home and going on with their lives. or trying ; considering vergil is back in his life and alive. this is also the DEFAULT verse of the blog.

there's a fire in your veins that speaks your losses yet you continue to bend in remembrance ( atla / lok v. )

SHUNNED. known for killing his twin brother, his very name and even more so in taking jobs to pay the bills -- jobs that more so upset the delicate balance between the human and spirit realms.

dante sparda comes from the fire nation -- his father a previous high general in the army ; one that tried to broker peace in a time where it was unheard of while the fire nation ruled. his father met eva when he was traveling the earth nation and secretly begun a relationship with her. their love was beautiful, eventually in as much secret as possible eva bore two young boys: vergil and dante sparda.

happiness was not to last however as wind was caught of the affair and the children, leaving eva and the young sons to go on the run with sparda defending their escape. the name sparda was drug through the mud as the man was never heard from again after that night. unknown what became of him as deflected firebending set the house ablaze.

short years pass, spending it on the run from those who want to end the chapter of embarrassment -- but it finally catches up. one evening eva comes running, telling her boys to go -- to run and hide. forget their names but stay at each other’s side. the twins do as told and don’t look back ; the last time they see her. however in their escape they end up separated, captured by soldiers of the fire nation. dante’s anger and despair of losing his entire family causes him to lose control ; lashing out on the soldiers that caught him and running away

“ you must change your name ; forget your past and start a new life as someone else. “

that he does. he changes his name and disappears, alone. fast forwarding a couple years he’s a spirit hunter ; taking jobs that rid “ evil spirits “ that cause issue or problem for anyone that pays a good amount. a mercenary that cuts down those who’ve wronged the wrong person ; non and bender’s alike. his father’s sword, rebellion, at his back to assist and create a dancing display of fire just as much as his bending. he’s a difficult one to get close to but once you cool him off ( haha ) he’s a loyal friend and ally.

with the war over at the end of the series he’s more vocal of who he is -- even though he was previously but with some of the fire nation’s “ norms “ kind of relaxing from fire - lord zuko’s rule . . he’s his father’s son. his mother’s son.

lok verses are basically . . kinda the same. except i guess he’s older . . ??

pay off the debt to save your skin ; something within broke and former gentle soul crushed under weight ( dmc 2.0 v )

CANON DIVERGENT. dante snapped, perhaps it was inevitable - perhaps losing too many people tore what little the cambian could handle to pieces and the person that emerged from it was more a threat than he was before. after the events of devil may cry 1 after realizing that he had ( supposedly ) killed his brother there was something in him that couldn’t handle it and everything begun to crumble.

in this timeline something in him changed, and while it wasn’t immediate – little things when he would have been understanding over a situation didn’t sit as they should. but it happened quickly. with trish’s betrayal he didn’t help her, allowing her to get crushed by the tumbling rocks ; simply standing there and watch it happen. its drawn out, with him coming over to crouch beside her as she struggled to heal. in his allowance bore cruelty, snarling that she should have known better to betray him – mundus shouldn’t have done what he did and expect him to now not try and go after him.

he, as he does in the normal timeline, states that while she looks like his mother that she has no soul, no fire and for that she’s just a puppet. he shoots her more than once, killing her – the last time he sheds a tear. he reaches mundus, who commends him for his actions yet the hybrid isn’t having it. the fight with mundus goes about the same but with dante killing him for ultimately forcing him to murder his brother, being the one who set the orders to burn down his home – twice – and turn his life upside down.

he goes through the portal mundus opened to try and escape and ultimately assumes himself as the new king of the underworld. he still runs his business since even though he’s king there will always be factions that don’t like it due to his bastard blood and he’s more than happy to snuff it out.

his attitude is mostly intact ( though this is said loosely since he’s less talkative and jovial ) though now it’s unsettling at times since his jokes and humor can be a bit morbid – let alone how his aura feels. its dangerous and uncomfortable to be around ; his care for humans as a whole is almost non - existent except for a small inkling for lady.

BIG NOTE: THIS TIMELINE IS SET AFTER DEVIL MAY CRY ONE, KIND OF SKIPS FOUR ( though it IS likely nero still exists but dante doesn’t care much about it or know ) SLIGHTLY INVOLVES TWO ( aka: dante gets annoyed that some idiot human is making helicopters messed up with demonic juju and wants to become king. so he kills arius ) AND INVOLVES SOME CONTENT OF FIVE.

to enact your revenge most had been taken ; body & mind broken so it could begin ( witcher v )

———– destiny. you hear it more than you’d like to admit. destiny is what brought your parents together ; one monster and the other a witch. two were born, twins and raised in care by the witch til fate came to pass and ripped the three of you left apart. in trying to halt destiny the father, sparda, had done his best to hold it off ; disappearing one afternoon when the boys had been young ——– so long ago. his hope ?? that staying away would bring a kinder reality and future.

fire and blood, a mother doing best to protect her children was found disemboweled on the floor within the crumbled castle foundations. the youngest child was told to hide, hide away and if the mother didn’t resurface . . to run. she didn’t, but the youngest fought his way out of the castle —- skills of his mother surfacing with an aptitude for beast slaying in the same scope. his father’s sword, created by hellish and beastly means was his and aptly used to start a revenge — to KILL demons in his mothers name. and in his brothers — as both were believed to have perished in the attack.

in a short time and with training the young hybrid killed demons for a price ; eventually catching the eye of a witcher. the nature of the hybrid himself and the skills he held were of interest — brought to kaer morhen to be trained as a witcher. almost losing himself in the process yet he endured, it further altering his physiology that was already different with the hybrid nature he had.

with the trials and effective torture to be a witcher an astounding success he buried into the extensive training to pursue the beast that slayed his family while also being a monsterslayer for hire.

———– destiny. you hear it more than you’d like to admit. destiny and fate has brought you here. brought you a thought lost ache in your heart for the family lost all to avenge them and kill the beast that killed them. you feign your disinterest, your lack of care but there is much of it in soul. destiny is a cruel mistress, son of sparda. yet perhaps she may gift you the KINDNESS to provide retribution if you are to live long enough.

Notes 1: with his father’s blood and how he is part beast, his body temperature is more abnormally hot than normal – able to reach just below lava temperatures without it seeming to create any problems for him. Notes 2: his magic is mostly fire based, secondly offensive ( akin to geralt’s in show how it can push things back, etc ). with the fire being used to distract he’s referenced to a dragon at times which he ignores. Notes 3: dante’s still trans because i say so ; while magic used to be used to help him pass he’s since has procedure through coin to get effectively top surgery — the scars easy to pass off due to his occupation. bottom surgery hasn’t been attempted but with becoming a witcher, like the rest, he’s infertile. Notes 4. he’s school of the wolf because i said so, wolves are cool and it has geralt so sue me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

you wished you could forget ; everything else seems to blur but not him. not the brother you lost. ( IT v. )

AFTER THE FIRE you found yourself in foster care with your brother in tow. foster turned into adoption with the family that adopted the two siblings ended up bringing the two of them too derry, maine. immediately the youngest sibling knew something was off about the town ; the atmosphere unsettling but kept it to himself, not wanting to blow the change he had with his brother at having a new life. ( he and vergil are still cambion’s, but their power is, like, kinda not as Large as it is normally. still half demons tho folks. )

the youngest had trouble settling in a new town, smaller than the last – economically ( as he and his twin were upper class before this ) and town size in general with more seeming conservative values. he was lucky to find himself in a slightly liberal and understanding household as he was a transgender kid who no one knew any less of. something he was more careful to keep to himself.

everything was fine, the brothers settled in and all was well until it wasn’t. exploring the woods and the barrens – finally opening up to his brother that things were strange in the town and he could feel something off. they went looking but in doing so . . there had been an opening of weakness for the two – distractions and a trap. their mother, burned and in pain asking for their help ; of course the two came closer. there was a small difference in this faux recreation and trauma that dante noticed – calling out for his brother to stay away but, unfortunately the youngest saw the eldest fall victim to the trap – terrified and running away when he couldn’t do anything but possibly fall victim too.

time passed, school continued on with whispers and comments on how the twin had probably did it himself, causing the kid to isolate himself from everyone even though he knew what he say. adults didn’t believe him but there was a group that seemed to have had a run in with this . . fuckin’ clown.

( going off: smol™ dante getting involved with the losers after he straight up talks to one of them about what happened and what he saw / big™ dante having gone off like the rest of the losers doing his own thing aka kill other demon / eldritch things as normal kinda sorta and then re - meet up with them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

same person but different mistakes ; still wrought pain upon brothers ( altered outcome / divergent v. )

CANON DMC DIVERGENT. pretty much a what if / reversal if dante led the life vergil did instead of vergil himself. it’s pretty much the same events but with dante the cause of them or involved instead of vergil. his attitude is close to what 2.0 dante is but not entirely there in terms of destruction. however he is still trying to deal with the aftermath of nelo angelo fame and dmcv’s whole thing.

ARISE ; for you are reborn into something greater. ARISE baricontralto angelo - fight. ( post dmc 5 div. nelo angelo dante v )

HE HAD BEEN COCKY. the cambion had been cocky upon returning back with his twin from the underworld ; cocky that with his twin that nobody could beat them if they simply worked together. and he was right. he was right up until he was wrong and time, well . . time wasn’t kind. it had been nine months since their return from the underworld from cutting down the qliphoth and in that time a familiar blue amulet found itself back in dante’s possession. it had been lost for several decades, having been lost to the boy during the day he had come home to find gavreel and the family slaughtered on the lawn.

he kept it close, he knew the meaning – he knew that there was peace again but . . he knew the danger of once again having this but would not dare get rid of it – he’d ride the coaster until it stopped. he’d be happy to have this shred of happiness and he felt he was finally allowed to have something – happy to have his brother back and have some semblance of family.

that was, well, until he lost the amulet. he didn’t notice that he did, believing it was still in pocket during a small run in with demons ; a job that he had taken alone – it seemed that fate was playing her hand that day. it had been dropped during an evasion and was lost upon his shift ahead – he didn’t even spot it. the job became less easy, it tiring him considerably as the small group of demons became larger – and while it was initially a challenge . .

it soon became taxing. as the larger the numbers the more exhausted the demon hunter became, the more he started to slip up.

it was only then did he realize that this was no job. it was a trap and he was caught in a net he couldn’t tear himself from. a familiar feeling emerged, one he hadn’t felt for decades. a demonic force that he had thrown fury at that same time. he hadn’t been this week before. he knew who this was and . . he was in trouble. this trap had been calculated and he had fallen into it hook, line and sinker.

the distraction of the feeling, of the demonic energy rising in the space leaves him vulnerable – attacks slicing at his back, his arms and legs – a lucky slash to his throat leaves him struggling and gripping his throat. he hits his knees before he realizes he does ; he ultimately — unintentionally — bows to the demon king before he passes out, demonic weapons and claws slashing into his back.

the next redacted years in the demon world are a nightmare that post angelo dante would have trouble remembering for all that happened are buried deep in repressed memories. the years blur together, but dante holds for a long time – dante suffers, he burns, he aches, he struggles – he perseveres. for a time anyway. he recalls and holds onto the trade out . . that this could have been vergil here instead of he. last minute changes, bouts of laughter as he accepted the job and ran out the door.

see you soon he had said. but the jovial air had long past. memories begin to muddle, to ebb and fade in and out as things became foggy. a struggle to remember – a struggle to fight but . . not all fights can be won. this one eventually was lost.

out of years of torturous pain and bloodshed arose a new pet, a puppet that was loyal and true. one that slaughtered doppelganger after doppelganger of brother and self, of friends and allies that the king knew that the former knew. he was satisfied that his little puppet would do just fine. that perhaps he could lure in his old ; have the complete set – for use of the younger did fine in breaking the elder.

this soldier has two forms ; one that fed to his devil trigger ( generic nelo angelo – not much power is used for it – basically it’s dante on the regular tapping into demonic power with his first devil trigger. he’s stronger than normal, having given into his addiction to human and demon blood and grown more powerful because of it )

and another that feeds into his sin devil trigger ( essentially the ‘ dragon ‘ - esque look. however its almost imperfect in how the black scales have become the darkish red / brown ; something not quite right. scales do fall off without warning from time to time, revealing a near lava like flow underneath. )

baricontralto . . a name to be used to not arouse suspicion ; a soldier that would destroy armies and bring cities to their knees in the name of his master. time would be swift for the pawn to be used, for the king himself was pleased. he was cocky with his new toy . . and it wasn’t long before he was to be used . .

despite all your losses & destruction ; despite trauma & trials . . my darling boy you’re still you. ( undertale v. )

[ fight ] [ act ] [ item ] [ mercy ]

↳ [ dante sparda ] ↳ [ check ]

IT WAS UNPRECEDENTED. a human and a monster coming together and falling in love. falling in love after the war to a human witch that found herself in the closed off underground after a tumble. sparda protected eva from the monsters at first, keeping her under his care – yet the umbra witch found herself using her powers and skills to assist in healing a monster in peril.

keeping eva out of harms way was . . difficult due to her humanity being a source of contention. monsters wanted to escape. eva rather enjoyed being alive. in the end eva’s healing magic to save and protect those around her and her love and the fact that she was older and not prime use to open a proper exit to the human world. asgore swore eva off limits to monsters as she was kind and a healer to them all.

in time sparda and her married and she bore two children ; hybrids – part monster and part human.

but not even the king’s word could stop those who still feared humans and humanity. those who held rage toward a species that had caused so much trouble and locked them away for thousands of years, if not more. a fire erupted into the underground, started at the quaint yet spacious house and spread further throughout the underground. by the time it had been put out – eva had been recovered, dead, in the home attempting to escape herself but the boys nowhere to be found. with her last ounce of magic she had sent her boys away, far away and out of the underground and topside.

now alone and separated from his remaining family and traumatized by the attack to his home the hybrid remained alone – growing up such until he found himself protecting humanity against other monsters ; demons. demons and monsters that had managed to stay in the human world but grew dangerous and lost themselves. dante sparda grew to love his humanity yet slowly accept the monster part of himself.

with a job giving him whispers of the brother he thought he lost through his own hand now somehow residing in the underground . . he flew in to investigate, still holding some anger over what had been done to his family yet . . holding determination and patience to deal with the rumors and what he’s about to come across.

#{ this will be added to as i make more verses / plot with others to make locked - }#{ verses but yeah }#🔥 // i'm here because a jackass devil dragged me in kicking and screaming. howdy demons its ya boy ! ( mun )

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Meditation: What kind of faith does the Lord Jesus expect of us, especially when we meet challenges and difficulties? Inevitably there will be times when each of us cause disappointment to others. In this Gospel incident the disciples of Jesus brought disappointment to a pleading father because they failed to heal his epileptic son. Jesus' response seemed stern; but it was really tempered with love and compassion. We see at once both Jesus' dismay with the disciples' lack of faith and his concern to meet the need of this troubled boy and his anguished father. Jesus recognized the weakness of the father's faith and at the same time challenged him to pray boldly with expectant faith: "All things are possible to him who believes!"

Prayer and faith go together

Augustine of Hippo (354-430 AD), in his commentary on this passage, reminds us that prayer and faith go together: "Where faith fails, prayer perishes. For who prays for that in which he does not believe? ..So then in order that we may pray, let us believe, and let us pray that this same faith by which we pray may not falter." The Lord gives us his Holy Spirit that we may have the confidence and boldness we need to ask our heavenly Father for his help and grace. Do you trust in God's love and care for you and pray with expectant faith that he will give you what you need?

When Jesus rebuked the evil spirit, the boy at first seemed to get worse rather than better as he went into a fit of convulsion. Peter Chrysologus (400-450 AD), a renowned preacher and bishop of Ravena, reflects on this incident:

"Though it was the boy who fell on the ground, it was the devil in him who was in anguish. The possessed boy was merely convulsed, while the usurping spirit was being convicted by the awesome judge. The captive was detained, but the captor was punished. Through the wrenching of the human body, the punishment of the devil was made manifest."

God promises each one of us freedom from oppression, especially from the oppression of sin and the evil one who tries to rob us of faith, hope, and peace with God. The Lord Jesus invites us, as he did this boy's father, to pray with expectant faith. Do you trust in God's unfailing love and mercy?

Faith and trust in God's unfailing love and mercy

The mighty works and signs which Jesus did demonstrate that the kingdom of God is present in him. These signs attest that the Father has sent him as the promised Messiah. They invite belief in Jesus as the Son of God and Savior of the world. The coming of God's kingdom means defeat of Satan's kingdom. Jesus' exorcisms anticipate his great victory over "the ruler of this world" (John 12:31). While Satan may act in the world out of hatred for God and his kingdom in Christ Jesus, and may cause grave injuries of a spiritual nature, and indirectly even of a physical nature, his power is nonetheless limited and permitted by divine providence (Romans 8:28). Jesus offers freedom from bondage to sin and Satan. There is no affliction he cannot deliver us from. Do you make full use of the protection and help he offers to those who seek him with faith and trust in his mercy?

"Lord Jesus, help my unbelief! Increase my faith and trust in your saving power. Give me confidence and perseverance, especially in prayer. And help me to bring your healing love and truth to those I meet"

distress management

Jesus “replied by saying to the crowd, ‘What an unbelieving lot you are! How long must I remain with you? How long can I endure you?’ ” —Mark 9:19

A lack of faith distresses Jesus (Mk 6:6). Jesus came into the midst of a crowd which lacked faith and expressed His exasperation quite openly (Mk 9:19, 23). Many of us are surrounded by crowds of people who lack faith. What is our comfort level in these crowds? Does it likewise distress us that people live lives lacking in faith? What kind of words do we speak when in the presence of a lack of faith? Do we say:

“I understand your financial problems. I agree, you really should use birth control.”

“It must be awful living with such a wife. I agree, you really should leave her.”

“I know you are fed up with the Church. I agree, you really should get away from those people.”

Or are we distressed by a lack of faith and speak as Jesus did?

“Trust in God. He will provide for your large family” (see Phil 4:19).

“God will give you the grace to love your spouse more deeply. Be faithful to your vows” (see Mt 19:6, 26).

“Do not leave the Church. Believe that Jesus is working powerfully in the Church” (see Heb 10:25; Eph 1:22).

After Jesus expressed His exasperation in today’s Gospel reading, He challenged the father’s faith (Mk 9:23), raised the father’s level of faith (Mk 9:24), and then taught His disciples to expel demons by prayer and fasting (Mk 9:29; Mt 17:21, NAB). Are you distressed by a lack of faith enough to pray, fast, and speak as Jesus did? “Your attitude must be that of Christ” (Phil 2:5).

Prayer: Father, give me the mind of Christ (1 Cor 2:16).

Promise: “Fear of the Lord warms the heart.” —Sir 1:10

Praise: Anita leads teena,ge children in worship, teaching them to praise God in song.

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seekfirstme · 3 years ago

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Prayer and faith go together

Faith and trust in God's unfailing love and mercy

disgusting discussing

“They saw a large crowd standing around, and scribes in lively discussion with them.” —Mark 9:14

A boy was possessed by a mute and deaf spirit, but all the religious leaders could do was discuss it. On another occasion, on the afternoon of His Resurrection, the apostles had abandoned the Lord, then Jesus had been crucified, Judas had committed suicide, but the two disciples on the road to Emmaus made small-talk about major happenings (Lk 24:14-15).

“The kingdom of God does not consist in talk but in power” (1 Cor 4:20). The “preaching of the gospel” should not be “a mere matter of words for you but one of power” in the Holy Spirit (1 Thes 1:5). St. Paul commanded St. Timothy: “Keep reminding people of these things and charge them before God to stop disputing about mere words. This does no good and can be the ruin of those who listen” (2 Tm 2:14). “Avoid worldly, idle talk, for those who indulge in it become more and more godless, and the influence of their talk will spread like the plague” (2 Tm 2:16-17).

It’s time to stop talking and start walking. We’ve run on at the mouth too long. The world doesn’t need to hear anymore lip-service from Christians. It’s time to put our money and lives where our mouths are. It’s time to put up or shut up. Let’s stop merely discussing the world’s problems. Let’s win this world for Jesus Christ.

Prayer: Father, may I show the world what You can do.

Promise: “The harvest of justice is sown in peace for those who cultivate peace.” —Jas 3:18

Praise: St. Peter Damian was an orphan. One of his brothers was cruel to him, but another brother treated him kindly and paid for his education. Peter later became a Benedictine monk.

Reference: (Our annual Lenten Women’s Retreat, Mary: Woman of Strength, will be offered March 18-19. Take time to renew your interest and dedication to Mary. Call (513) 373-2397 or (937) 587-5464 or e-mail [email protected].)

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spirit-of-vengeance · 4 years ago

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After MONTHS, I was finally hit by something that made me completely piece together Rozália's story of what she is and why and I'm HYPER. Aka: here it comes the usual tragedy

Origins:

Attila Véghváry was a descendant of warriors whom protected Hungary throughout the Ottoman period of history, to be able to live up to his ancestors he joined to serve the Vatican as a Hunter. He had fallen in love with a half Italian, half Hungarian woman named Liliána, charmed by her ethereal beauty and kindness. His desire to have children, to continue his name bathed in blood was grand, after wedding they tried, struggled with the task; without success. Liliána was terrified upon her husband's devastation, fearing he will throw her away, back into the clutches of her father and that was a fate she desperately wanted to avoid. So she prayed, begged for a miracle, yet still nothing happened. In her despair and distress, she turned to a darker force; she had made a deal with the devil: she will be able to successfully bear a child, but the child will serve hell after his or her death.

Rozália was born in 1823 and Liliána was gnawed by guilt from her first cry for air; yet she found herself unable to tell anyone in fear of harm. Even though she couldn't give him a boy, Attila was thrilled to have her and began teaching, treating her as a son as soon as possible. He was a harsh teacher with little to no reward to pay off the hard work and Rozália soon learned she has to fight for her father's love and praise.

The Hunter:

It was no question that she will join her father in the quest of banishing evil, Attila couldn't bear to give his only offspring in the hands of Nuns. To everyone's greatest surprise, the young girl proved to be more capable than most of the men, including her own father: fast, fearless, fatal, brutal yet still a tactician. Despite the available arsenal of weapons she favored hussar swords above everything (+ a few must have religious symbols) with her unique twist: she wielded twin blades, instead of the traditional one, earning the title of Doom Duelist.

Rozália only saw the creatures as obstacles between her father's love and well deserved recognition. She never really believed the preachings, she hasn't came to do God's work but to seek her own glory, to carve her own path.

When she could visit her mother, Liliána started to worry upon listening Attila's tales of how efficient their daughter was, instead she saw it as a sign that the devil already begun his work with her violent personality. As a solution when she was home, she turned her attention towards arts and found out her thirst, passion and talent for dancing. Liliána had given her all the love she could in hope it would provide a tiny compensation for Attila's harsh ways. She didn't condemn nor stood in way of her hunt for the so called satanic creatures in hope of that will somehow lessen or even lift the curse she had bestowed on her before she was born.

The General:

The 1848 revolutionary war swept through the country like a wildfire, both father and daughter felt their obligation to protect their country, just like their ancestors did. Her talents shone brilliantly on the battlefields and despite being a woman, she climbed ranks in lightning speed. Eventually, Attila had fallen in a battle and the title General was given to her along with a legion of hussars, the Főnix Légió (Phoenix Legion). Her horse, Vihar (Thunder) was a wild, aggressive mare from the Herd Lipica, since they couldn't get her to accept any of the stallions, they wanted to get rid of the nuisance but Rozália has had other plans.

They understood each other from the very beginning, they moved together as one. Vihar was as quick and strong as if she was a stallion along with her rider. The name General Véghváry was associated with bravery, power and true Hungarian virtue. She often utilized the tactics of ancient battles like barrage of arrows when they were 'fleeing', used the environment to her advantage, quick, devastating strikes usually at the enemy flanks then disappearing into the thin air. She knew her army well, keeping many personal relations since most of the soldiers were almost still children. Strangely, no one ever questioned her command and the legion moved, fought as one.

Birth of the Demon:

The greatest heroes are designated to fall. Her mistake was that she believed fighting for their country, defending it from the Habsburg's rule unified everyone and didn't take betrayal into consideration. The legion was crossing the mountains of Vértes, advancing into uncertain territory when the ambush happened. Rozália knew they are all going to perish, they were in a valley, no space to utilize the hussar tactic, so she set Vihar free and issued one last command: die as heroes. So they fought like caged wild animals but the Habsburg army had the numerical superiority along with the element of surprise. Rozália watched her men, her friends slaughtered, executed the remaining survivors. Even at the door of death, bleeding from numerous wounds she stood defiant and unmoving, refusing to beg or kneel in front of the enemy general. Swords pierced her body, more than she can or want to remember, pinned standing like a grotesque sculpture of glory. Life left her body and sealed the deal. The ground cracked beneath her body, the flames of Hell itself soaring into the woman, resurrecting and possessing her at the same time. The first gasp for breath was ragged, she was confused, furious and lost. So she did what most children would do, immediately returned to her mother's house, only to find her dead with unmistakable evidence of her falling victim to a vampire. Unbeknownst to her, Liliána had written a diary she kept locked away, detailing why she accepted such offer, her sincere apologies and asking for forgiveness for bringing a cursed child to life.

Szerte nézett s nem lelé Honját a hazában*:

Even though she had no idea what she had became, Rozália knew she can't return to the Holy Order, but she no longer fit among humans and due to her Hunter past she wasn't welcome among other creatures. She lost her identity, the war, her home and her beloved mother. She did what she could: survive. Learn what she is and trying to control it. She soon realized her human face is only a mask, when the pendant is separated from her, her appearance shifts: skin cracks until it looks like ash, her veins are glowing orange in contrast, clawed hands, feet, wide jaw filled with razor fangs, crimson eyes with slit pupils and ink black wings curling from her back, almost impossible to tell when the flames morph into feathers.

Rozália is restlessly searching for her mother's killer while trying to figure out what and who is she, struggling to decide between warrior, demon or dancer.

After finishing off all the Habsburg officials (except for the general whom was nowhere to be found even though she tore through the whole country in her fury), she turned her special attention towards vampires in hope of finding her mom's killer. These encounters often ended with death even though the said creature wasn't the cause of her loss. Soon she learned the Holy Order wants to eradicate her from existence, without regard for her outstanding service; she understood she is truly torn between two words and she could never belong to any of them.

Rozália took part in both World Wars, the Korean war, the Vietnam War, numerous crisises throughout Africa and Middle East; to keep herself occupied, to not let the memories of the war pass even though she suffers from minor PTSD from it. When not occupied with bloodshed, she restlessly learned new styles of martial arts and dance styles, throughout the century she has lived many lives in many places: cage fighter, dancer, racer, pole dancer, acrobat, fitness model; anywhere she can get her rush of adrenaline and spotlight. Rozy can't nor want to slow down, she blazes to the utmost, running from melancholy and loneliness.

To save herself from the heartbreak, the must have 'why do you still look 25 even though we've been together for 10 years' talk, and the danger of being hunted by everyone, Rozy doesn't really date. If she feels a mutual spark between her and an another, she is totally down for a one night stand then disappear, leaving only the traces of overwhelming heat and pleasant memories behind.

Power & curse of the Hellfire:

Rozália needs to consume souls to survive. If she refuses, can't find someone unworthy of life, her 'gift' starts to turn against her. The pendant unable to keep up the false facade of a human, the insatiable demon clawing through the surface and ultimately, the Hellfire would consume her, resulting in a second death which would be hell of a record to beat but Rozy is not interested in that.

With the pendant on, the signs of what is she truly are subtle: Her teeth a little too sharp, dagger like stiletto nails as if she just had a manicure, her body heat feverish, candles leaning towards her or burning more eagerly in her presence. The most notable traits her almost overwhelming, smoldering aura and behind her emerald eyes occasionally a glimpse of Hell itself flash, brief enough to make humans believe their mind is only playing tricks.

She has fire under her control, high temperature cause no harm; her cursed flames able to burn through everything and destroy anything in their path including supernatural creatures for whom normal fire isn't fatal. Being destruction itself makes her unable to bear children, not like she would've wanted in the first place.

If she has the mortal remains, she can raise that being back into life for a few hours as an infernal creature, and at full power she can open a portal directly to Hell and reap all the souls nearby though she isn't aware of this ability yet watch her raise her dead army in heartbeat if needed. Both of these actions leave her drained for weeks, unable even to transform so she will only use these as last resort.

@count-v-dracula you might like this :D

@thxwxlf ...you said I am allowed to throw stuff at you😅

#👹 blazing through history au🔥| heavenborn; hellraised #with this done she is 'officially' separated from Cindy and should have her own blog :`)#* Looking everywhere she could not find home in her homeland; line from the Hungarian hymn because I find this incredibly fitting #🔥headcanons🔥 | secrets of the fire #might update with the powers & their explainations #spoiler: she can raise her army from the dead as infernal soldiers for a few hours #this actually collides with heavenborn because sure af heaven had nothing to do with that; but I love the tag too much to change

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