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𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗...𝖍𝖊𝖓?

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    THE MOMENT HE SAW HER wearing the Progenitor’s outfit he became incredibly suspicious. She opted to wear clothes of her own choosing, very rarely would she wear what was expected of vampires or Progenitors of her rank. Secondly...there was some giggling and squirming around her person, moving about trying to remain close. If anything, it looked as if she was a hen  warming up her chicks. Lest Karr was, for the lack of a better word, more flabbergasted than angry.

    “...What are you doing?” He asked, a comical look on his face. The stove appeared to be cooking, as if a large meal was being prepared. Did she really think this would work?!

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     THERE WAS A SAYING AMONG European vampires: guest and prisoner was the same to someone like Lest Karr. Month after the disastrous Nagoya ambush, both sides geared up for a war on a scale unlike anything before. To the vampires, many had still to decide on Krul Tepes’ fate. Of course to trifle with the Seraph of the End was an offense punishable by death, but Lest Karr took his time, to say. And with his ‘generosity’ invited her to his residence as a guest.

    “Is something the matter, Krul? Drink your fill. It is bad manners to stare at your glass like that.” That was a lie. He purposefully served her no blood, even after she was made to thirst as prelude to her interrogation. Yet, surrounded by other Progenitors, Lest Karr remained cordial as ever.

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  Rising back up to steady feet, Mito stared him down as he spoke, of course she knew she couldn’t last much longer on his blood alone, the need was becoming so great she could see the children less and had to feed more, she hated being so dependent on him for blood, like a hungry dog begging its master for treats.

      Eyes meeting the small vials she licked her lips in instant hunger, she could practically hear her heart beating through her as the voice calling out her desires rang in her ears ‘FEED’, ‘FEEDD’. It hurt to ignore, so she stepped forward hesitantly and reached for the blood. Stopping once he mentioned the war. The war that still raged yet she begged not to take part in anymore, not like this. Not while she was this being. Neither Dead nor Alive, a disgrace to humans.

                   “I…I don’t want to fight the humans…” She mumbled averting her gaze and taking a step back. The only thing that kept her sane at this moment was when she helped out with the children, made sure they were happy and smiling, to assure not only them but also herself that she was indeed doing something useful, something humane.

AS HARSH AS THE WORDS he spoke may be, Lest Karr had yet to truly push her into the fields of carnage. Was it lingering regret, to remember the Mito who died that day, crying into his shoulders detesting her existence? As much as the King sought to reassure himself he felt no concern for her being, the ache in his cold heart was all too real. “What you desire and what is expected of you are entirely different, Mito. Realize that and become a functioning member of our society.” By this point, it ought to be obvious that for all the tough talk he gives her, he rarely backs it up at all.

He walked up towards Mito, glancing right into her violet eyes. So...pretty. For a moment he was lost in a trance, glancing into her eyes before he spoke up. “You are no longer one of them, and you need to realize this. The moment I granted you personhood, you were no longer cattle.” Lest Karr informe dher, as he normally would, before turning away.

“This is the third time I told you that the children cannot stay. You are free to provide for them as you so please, but do not ever bring them to the upper floors or in my presence.”

𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉'𝖘 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜

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@ofwisteria

       A KING RARELY HESITATES TO administer his own justice. Blade pointed towards the visibly wounded lady, Lest Karr made plain his contempt for the weak and infirm. “It is the strong’s duty in this world to remind the weak of their place. You may now lament your fate, cattle.” Yet, despite how insurmountable her odds may be, what would be the human’s reply?

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 Mito hadn’t been to many battles since turning, instead staying inside and learning the layout of this place as well as tending to the children or ‘livestock’ as they liked to call it. Even if it was difficult to control her hunger sometimes.

 Eyes watching the soldier struggle the redhead frowned at Lest for a moment before crouching down in front of the man with sympathy in her eyes. All of the army was strong to her, each member had lost and fought, the idea of joining was enough to indicate to her they were strong if not in skill, in mind, it was a duty of horror.

 “Don’t worry” Reaching her hand out she waved him forward gently her hands placing on the sides of his head while she smiled slightly. Of course the thought of going for his neck occurred to her, how could it not?

                 “You did good Solider”

 He seemed to calm for a moment as Mito leaned her forehead to his taking in a breath. Eyes opening after a second of considering her options Mito looked up at him and within moments, snapped his neck. Letting the body drop before she stood again.

                              “I will never, turn. Especially not like this”

     ALTHOUGH MANY OF THE LIVESTOCK had been hesitant at first, Mito became quite popular with the children in the livestock quarter of the Capital. Much to his annoyance he had to accommodate some filthy orphans running amok in his accommodation for sometime. After a hard day at managing Europe, finding your own estate filled with livestock was not a sight he took fancy to. Yet, because she was turned by his own hand, he tried his best to turn a blind eye to it all.

    Yet, every moment this roach spent spreading his filth and blood in his own abode was unacceptable in the tyrant’s eyes. Despite this, the soldier seemed comforted when Mito told him that yes, he fought valiantly against the vampire menace, shortly before he was put out of his misery painlessly by the former Colonel. The rumors spread quickly within JIDA: Colonel Mito, of the renowned Juujo stock, now one of the bloodsuckers themselves?!

    “And how, persay, will you turn then? You will continue to wither away like this if you do not drink. There’s only so much that this can satisfy you.” He snapped his fingers as his personal servant, Leticia, dragged away the soldier’s body. He held out two small vials, perhaps on purpose. Her thirst had advanced since; she would often need five just to keep her mother-like visage around the children. “You are needed in battle, Mito. Do not disappoint me.” He told her firmly.

𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉'𝖘 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜

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       Hey Everyone!

 So I decided to try and make a follow forever to thank all the amazing followers and people who have helped and supported me in this Roleplay fandom up until now. You’ve all been so nice and kind to me I don’t know what else to do to show my appreciation. First there will be some specific mentions to some special people of mine:~

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    THE FATAL STRIKE WAS CERTAIN TO have killed Lancer. Yet, as he rose up, completely unscathed, he looked towards Caster and stretched his neck. A strange lump-like object at his side shattered completely. “Aye. Now ye’ve done it now.” Lancer called out, his voice somewhat thick with his accent. “I didn’t come here t’try and kill ya, but you give me no choice, woman.” He said, as he held his spear close. 

     “Though, figthin’ a ladyeh like you ain’t fair, no?” He held his lance closer by the haft, with one hand tucked behind him. “Seems more fair, aye~?”  A Lancer who wore a snake-belt, carried with him a calcified brain and fought one-handed. There was no doubt who this young man was.

    “Was wrong? Y’scared an’ all?”

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Krul was curled up under some blankets, having taken a small nap. At first she felt a light touch almost feather like brushing over her pink hair. Of course she thought it was maybe just a small breeze or some air that had gotten in through somewhere. So she decided to just ignore it and continue to slumber.

But then the touch that went through her pink locks next was different from the last. Not light like before. This time it felt like someones fingers were almost dancing through her hair, playing with it. Teasing it. This continued on for many minutes, Krul enjoying it very much. The feel of this persons touch, how they played with her hair was gentle.

Soon it stopped, her hair was no longer being played with. Feeling disappointed Krul finally opened her eyes. As she sat up, letting the blankets fall down her body into a mess near her legs. She turned to see a figure walking away. A smile painted itself across her lips, parting to speak. “You didn’t have to stop…….Lest.”

     TO OTHERS, IT WAS A little confusing to rationalize Lest Karr’s recent actions: he led a veto to the notion of accelerating the schedule of Krul Tepes’ execution. He had it delayed to the next few weeks under the pretense of ‘interrogating her for the identities of possible collaborators’. The notion was passed by a slim margin, but Lest Karr would never admit to his thoughts. Truth was...it was a shame. Why would she do something like that?! The proud Queen of Japan, the tyrant he actually admired once...stooping so low as to now be at the mercy of the Council?! His tortures was wrought mostly out of his anger. How could a proud Queen just throw it all away for...a single human that she herself turned?!

    He felt vindicated to have admired her in the past, yet...the other side of him couldn’t help but admire the beautiful visage of the fallen queen. In another life he would have desired for her to rule by his stead, yet...he quietly played with her gentle strands, hands barely touching her scalp as he gently twirled her pink strands around his finger. The ferocious and defeated queen...ever so adorable and vulnerable when asleep. The accommodation was meager; a simple room, a bed and a pair of manacles to keep her wrists bound, but it sure was better than to languish in a lightless dungeon.

    “H-Hmph. Consider yourself blessed by my presence, traitor-Queen.” Off he goes on his usual ‘High and mighty’ tirade. “Why, I do so as I choose; you have no power to sway my decisions, Krul.” He clasped her chin, as if to try and prove a point. But, as experience shows, it was simply a show of force. “I can do with you as I please; your life hangs by a thread right at my clutches. It seems you tremble in fear, isn’t that correct?” He smiled. Or, atleast tried as he ignored the lingering fluster at his cheeks.

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MISTAKES WERE MADE, BUT IT was not a King’s place to admit that even he bit off more than he could chew. A King had to be vain; a king had to be proud so as to maintain legitimacy upon the throne he was seated upon. There was no mistake; everyone knew the absolute place of age among them. As long-lived as Lest may be, every year mattered when it came to a contest of raw strength. “Mhgah?!” He gasped out, easily lifted by her otherwise frail-looking arms, propped up as he was lifted up by her sheer strength alone. With his eyes upon Krul Tepes, he saw not a cornered prey, but more th glare of a tigress staring down her prey.

And for once, the invincible King of Europe felt an all too feeble chill run down his spine.

“MY LORD!” Baron McGillis, a 9th Ranked Progenitor called out in surprise as he and his three colleagues drew their blades. The Sanguiniem town guard drew their own weapons also, as his host drew their blades, perhaps intent on saving their embattled King. “You dare speak to me like such, Krul Tepes?! I will put you in your place, you wretch!” Angrily did Lest Karr reply, though in the grand scheme of proceedings it was nothing more than the baseless arrogance of a King. While he was strong and held considerable political clout within the Progenitor Council as the absolute Tyrant of Europe, long had he tried to settle maters with Krul, the one he saw as his rival. Clearly, this predicament would do little to advance those intentions.

The tension was thick within the atrium, numerous members from both Krul and Lest’s own faction was but a hair’s width from starting an all-out war against each other. And while he numbered a great 7 Progenitors in his beck and call, no doubt any of them would be anywhere near a match against Krul Tepes, much less when she herself was armed...

He stumbled when he finally stood, the fury in his face plain as he seemed to lick up his wounds. Yet, a King’s wounded pride would not be so easily healed “Drink my blood, Joyeuse!” He invoked the name of his prized weapon, brandished. “I refuse to accept you as my elder, Krul Tepes. Age means little in battles of steel!” Lest Karr, perhaps carelessly, called her out in a duel. While it was true battles with weapons depended on entirely different variables than unarmed, it was clear that even with his prodigious fencing skills she had the edge over him.

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He was nothing more than a child to her. In terms of their lifespans two hundred years wasn’t at much but it made all the difference in their ranks. They might have shared the same title but that didn’t mean they were on equal ground. In fact, the ruling Queen would never see him as her equal. He was beneath her just like all the others were. Nothing he did scared her, not when they were out in plain sight.

True, for a split second she had been caught off guard by the sudden hostility aimed at her. But that was only for a second. Krul had expected him to try something like that, some grand display that could show his power over her. It was laughable that someone like Lest could be so predictable. Her hand came up without much of an effort to swat his pesky attack away. She knew he wasn’t really trying but that didn’t lessen his offense.

“You’re going to be waiting for a very long time then.” She said, frown set on her young lips. “I’m going to be Queen for a very, very long time. You’re two hundred years too early to challenge me.” She was older. She knew she could lord her age over him if she wanted. He would do well to respect his elders.

In terms of power if Krul was a ten then Lest would be an eight and a half. They were close, within a margin of error from one another, but the gap still remained. It was her turn to demonstrate such. Her own hand lashed out at him, manicured claws grabbing him by the front of his shirt. Unlike him she never held back when threatened. Krul had secretly burned her bridges and the wall was at her back. Lest should know better than to make a move towards a cornered animal, even if that corner wasn’t fully known to the rest of the world other than her and Ferid.

She pulled him forward, lifting him from his feet. Not much, though, since her height didn’t provide her with that much leverage. “I never asked you to come here and I never asked for your help.” She reminded him, face holding a tenderly dark smile on its features. “Out of respect for your position I’ve allowed you to play with me for this long but I’m very quickly running out of patience for your childish behavior. If you’re going to stay and help then your forces will be welcomed by my own. But if not then I’m going to have to put you in time out like the naughty child that you are.”

Krul grinned a wide grin at him before less than gently setting him back down on his feet.

“Respect your elders, dear Lest Karr.”

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        THAT’S STRANGE. DID SHE FINALLY decide to make contact with him that wasn’t screaming at him for what he did or trying to hurt him for such? In a way, however…he couldn’t deny that it was warm, to feel such contact from her. “Did you forget your place? Have you forgotten that I am a king and not your close friend? You kneel before me, not embrace me in this way.” He declared to her firmly.

       …Despite that, however, his arms were wrapped around her’s, as if not wanting to end this hug despite what he said. And for that, he looked away with a pout.

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       A QUEEN MUST ALWAYS BE seen, but never touched. Admired, but never reviled. He wasn’t so certain as to why, but the tense nature of his presence could be felt. In fact, all but the two could see his movement. In a matter of seconds, the difference between Third Progenitors and all beneath them could be seen; after all, only Krul could have stopped, much less seen, his ‘attack’. Upon sighting what could have only been an attempt at her life, the City guard behind Krul Tepes drew their weapons, as did his Host.

      She effortlessly slapped away his hand, sharpened nails seemingly aiming for her throat. “It seems decades of incompetence has yet to dull your reflexes, Krul Tepes.” He remarked, making known his dislike of the Queen, “Letting livestock run amok behind walled cities…my, how truly worthless of you. It is clear you lack the capacity to rule over this land.” The city guard was clearly ready to strike, even if it was clear that LEst Karr could defeat them all, barehanded.

     “Be glad. Should you desire I will relieve you of this burden of Queenship. By force, if need be.”

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