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characters have to be a little bit awful in ways that you cant defend. its good for the ecosystem. your honor he did do that. He did in fact do that

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characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies

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Ferid simply watched the emotions play out on Yuu's face with mild amusement. The boy teeters on the edge of insanity, between two deadly forces. Yet the illusion of choice and the promise of resurrection keeps him still, unable to sever the strings that connects him to their ages long plotting. He's a fun little toy, if not too simple-minded for his preference in prey.

Yuu's glare sharpened Ferid's smile. "It's tempting," he hummed, sliding his gaze across the room. Sharp hearing of a centuries old curse provided the sound of their comrades' conversations. Just as they all struggled to subdue Yuu, to take on Crowley, they wouldn't stand a chance if he happened to waltz toward the other room with another bloody massacre in mind. As his gaze drifted back to Yuu, he's quite certain his train of thought was understood.

"But we can save that for another time! It's the most fun when you least expect it." Of course, he still remembers the look Yuu had given him right before he pulled the trigger and the sobs that followed. His hopes were extinguished before he ever had a chance and then they were rebuilt by Guren's hand. "But talking about that old thing won't be good for our team efforts. Besides, we all have the capacity for change; for all you know, I could be repenting for all I've done~"

Idly, he flipped the knife in his hand, catching the handle in his palm each time. "You're the only one with such a grudge here. Since that day, I've worked with Crowley and Mika quite a bit and they haven't said so much as a peep about it. If he could find it in his undead heart to tolerate, or even forgive me, surely you can be a good boy too."

Oh right, after the seraph was done roughing up ole fang face here, he would go after the Shinoa squad and Guren too. He almost forgot about that and really only knew about it at all because of what he was told when he came to in the hospital after that day. From what he was understanding about it, the seraph in him would attack what riled him up or killed him first and then go after other humans second.

Apparently that had been what happened with Crowley the first time. The second time, he'd stabbed himself to bring out the seraph to fight the other one that JIDA had turned Mirai into. Well not all of JIDA maybe, Kureto though definitely. Either way, the seraph was out of the question until he could get a better handle on it. The demon too now actually.. When that side came out it seemed to be very homicidal toward his squad. Weird thing that.. Demons were supposed to feast on desires, not kill what brought those desires in the first place. Unless he was misunderstanding that too.

Either way, the vampire made a good point and he hated that he did as he sighed again and lowered the next knife instead of throwing it. Whatever, one of these days he'd take this one out for what he'd done to his family. What he'd done to Mika. Mika may still be alive, but he'd never forget how he was so injured and how much agony he'd have to have been in back then. Nor the thing the blond felt he had to do and bear alone to make their family's lives a little easier in Sanguinem. Or how Ferid had played him and ultimately caused the unfounded guilt in him for all these years.

That hate returned, stronger and hotter than ever before as the bored expression became resentful.

"Well in that case, if you go psycho homicidal on anyone again, you know exactly what's waiting don't you?" he said instead. If his friends or Mika were gone, there was nothing for him to live for anymore. Even more so if something happened to Mika again than anyone else. He trumped even the squad and he'd pull out everything he had to defend him. To keep him alive and with him. "You may have everyone else partially fooled-" Excluding him and Mika that is. "-calling yourself our benefactor. But I haven't forgotten what you did back then."

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"Ahaha!" His hand is held out and the knife protrudes from the center of his palm. Blood seeped and spread rapidly through the pristine white cloth of his glove as he stared at Yuu through his fingers. The boy appeared disinterested, but Ferid speculated that it wasn't so simple.

He understood the tedium of waiting for the next step, with the urge to introduce unpredictable variables in someone's life-long plan. Almost painfully so.

"The angel you can barely control, you mean," he amended. The creature that tore his land apart to defy their constraints and deliver long-deserved punishment. The confidence Yuu had in himself over the beings that possess him speaks volumes. It was the most interesting thing about him, watching him push past his limits and throw caution to the wind despite the dire consequences. "You're right; it doesn't matter what happens to you. As long as you can get your own satisfaction, the lives of your companions do not matter to you at all."

He hummed and pulled the blade out of his hand, watching his blood drip from it as his skin stitched itself back together. "You would do anything to save them, but it's that same greediness for power that wants them dead. That's quite the conundrum you have."

He's very aware of a vampire's speed and strength, but boredom is driving his actions. Whether he actually lands a hit or not is of no consequence to him at all. He's just trying to entertain himself in some way and Ferid, plus knives nearby.. It seemed like a simple solution to him.

Even now, even as the vampire in question turns to admonish him, his eyes merely narrow and he throws yet another. If he manages to land one, all the better for what the leech did to his family. As for the knife thrown at him, he'd expect nothing less from such a blood sucker. He'd expect worse in fact. Besides, he's not all that human either anymore was he? If he ever was.

The knife isn't as slow to him as it would be to this blood sucker, but he still scoots to the side just so the side of his head isn't pressing into the blade.

"..Just as disgusting as I remember," he said, not bothering to lower his voice. Not that it would matter much anyway, the progenitor would easily hear him. Another knife thrown. "Go ahead, try something. The minute I'm killed the angel comes out or the demon." Either way he'd have more than Yuu throwing knives at him to worry about.

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[seraphguided]

Just casually throwing knives at Ferid just to show he still hates him. Plus he's bored.

Tut, tut, Yuu. Don't you know it's not wise to throw knives without experience?

One, two, three. Ferid watches them hurtle his way, painfully slow compared to the demon-infused kunai and arrows he's used to seeing. He plucks them out of the air, chuckling as he turned to the boy.

"Now is that any way to treat your beloved guardian and guide?" The knives in his mansion were sharpened to perfection for their benefit, after all. Allowing them to cut into their long-desired chunk of meat or each other if they so chose. With that in mind, he adjusts his grip to pinch the tip of a single blade. In the next instant, it lodges itself deep into the wall mere centimeters from Yuu's ear.

"But if you want to play who-can-take-each-other's-eyes-out-first, I'd be happy to!"

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"Ooh, everyone look this way!" Ferid found an old relic. Taking his newly found throne, he patted the top of his thighs with an impish grin. "Come sit and tell Santa all you want for Christmas!"

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“he has your blood all over his mouth” well we are in love. If you must know

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i loved you so much and i couldn’t save you. do you know what that’s like, when your hands aren’t stable enough to hold something so important. to watch your own reflection drop everything precious in this world into the fire. do you know what it’s like to burn alongside, whispering, please, i tried, i swear to god that i tried

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By all means, Ferid's presence here amidst the carnage should suggest that he had something to do with it. He wouldn’t be surprised at all if they detained him for questioning or even carried out an immediate execution. Of course, he had planned out every possibility to ensure a smooth performance—accounting for every actor and their method of operation, leaving the rest up to guesswork and improvisation to make it interesting.

In honor of obtaining the AX's attention, Father Nightroad would receive only the grandest welcome.

Ferid tilted his head to look at the priest over his shoulder, his expression unchanged. "You want me to leave? But am I not a witness to this crime, Father?" He knew better than to believe he could simply walk free while blood painted the sole of his boots. It was more likely that he would be the first suspect while they waited for the evidence to stack up against him.

However, no matter their grievances with the name Bathory and their endless lists of suspicion against him, he had yet to be caught in the act. Until tonight, that is. Slowly, he turned back to face him once again. "Because I saw them," he continued, pressing an index finger to his mouth in a 'shh' gesture, "and I'm quite sure that my sudden intrusion had spared the rest of these poor souls."

He offered an upturned hand. "I would be willing to comply, of course. But I would like to assist you in any way I can. If not to find justice in this city I call home, then to guarantee no other Methuselah will be wrongfully accused in this case."

The smile was off putting. Abel was certain that this friendliness was a rouse. After all, it was well known that Ferid was someone not to completely trust. He never did anything that didn't come without consequence. Plus, as a Methuselah, he was far too excited to see Abel's presence. Most Methuselah immediately went on guard and attacked or fled. The church was their natural enemy. So . . . what is it that he wanted? What was the plan?

❝Ah, excuse me - I wouldn't call myself a savior. I am but a humble servant of the Lord and I go where I am directed.❞ The way the people jump, it almost made him wonder if Ferid was responsible for the massacre at hand. Abel wouldn't put it past him. But, he wouldn't judge. It was not his duty to judge, but the one he served. He reminds himself to keep his mind open.

He ignored the comment about the massacre purposefully. The priest found it left a knot in his stomach. He quickly scanned the area so he'd know the best escape routes and he took note of the injured as well. The dead? Well, he'd have to arrange a mass for them with the local church. There was little more they could do for them beyond obviously burying them and praying their soul rested with the Lord . . .

❝Now, if you don't mind . . . why don't you leave? I believe your presence will only hinder our efforts here. I will guarantee that the humans do not bother you. I just ask you leave us alone.❞

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@krusnikax | continued.

"Me? Oh, I'm fine, thank you for asking!" His smile had no place among those few Terran who wept or blankly stared. The scent of death was pungent, with body parts of both Methuselah and Terran scattered about, though with all of the dead missing a head, it was nearly impossible to tell them apart at a quick glance. With so much blood splattered on the walls and cobblestone around them, not a fleck of crimson stained his pristine attire.

With over a dozen murders reported in the area within the last month, it was no wonder that someone had been assigned to investigate. It eased his undead heart to see that this particular priest was the one deployed.

His boots clicked as he walked steadily closer to the priest, jolting a young Terran to press closer to the blood-slicked wall of the alley they were in. Mindful of the other's reluctance, Ferid stopped a few safe feet away and placed a gloved hand against his heart as he bowed in greeting. "My, what a lovely night for a massacre, wouldn't you agree, Father?"

Straightening up, he turned around and clapped his gloved hands. Several of the scarred victims flinched and whimpered. "Everyone, our lord and savior has arrived!"

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( I'm wondering about Ky Luc's history. Maybe he was a little insane before he was turned by the First. Perhaps he was already a killer before he was lured and trapped by the experiment. Vampirism annihilated whatever was left of his conscience, and while he kept his cunning wit for a bit, the first hundred of years eventually wrecked his sanity.

I figure that he's the type to play with his prey until they are unable to move anymore. )

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"You sure like to show case your bosom," Kurumi remarked, raising a brow at Horn.

Horn's response was a gentle smile—one that lacked much kindness. This wouldn't be the first time someone had decided to comment on her body, her clothes, or anything else related to her appearance, and it wouldn't be the last either. Did they expect to get a rise out of her? She wasn't the type to be shy or embarrassed about something like that. "It's a uniform my lord prefers." A fond note gave her voice a lilt as she lifted a manicured hand to the edge of her bodice.

When it came to fashion, her own attire was quite simple. Certainly not what she had been inclined to wear before she met Crowley. But it had been a long time since she felt the itch to compete with her frivolous peers when she already had the attention of the one she desired. "And I, as well."

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( ayo hear me out—

Muses added: Krul Tepes Edit: also Mahiru Hiiragi )

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appreciation post for the “Let me look at you” face-holding which is sometimes desperate (areyouokay lookatme areyoualright?), sure, but particularly appreciation for the casual, easy checking-in where one muse reaches out to get a good look at the other and see how tired they are, or how bothered they are by xyz, or how bad their day at work is. particularly, appreciation for ‘i love you, let me check in for a second’ face-holding. thanks

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❛  i'm gonna get there someday. i'll get out of here for sure.  ❜ { from Rin, to Sika Madu }

―  𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. || @childoflegend

"Hope is a wonderful thing, isn't it?" Their ambition led them to progress, to get stronger, to reach greater heights. They tread upon the forbidden, risking everything to fulfill their selfish desires. He could almost feel a sense of pride toward his creations, likening the experience to that of a god. Or what a god should feel.

A ghost of a smile lifted the corners of his mouth while ethereal hands rested on the boy's shoulders. Mikaela's progeny wasn't destined to sit in his cage much longer. Being restrained and supervised hardly left room to grow; to kick-start the experiment, he would have to find his own way out.

These days, Sika Madu barely had to lift a finger to witness the end result.

Rigr may have interfered with the process, but he's failed to cut all the strings tying Rin's very existence to the First. His free will continued to lead him on a path to witness Hell in its entirety, then would he understand his purpose. "A wonderful and terrible thing. Hold that desire to your heart, little one. That's what you were made for."

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  we'll just have to make do.  ❜ ❛  come on, it'll be fun.  ❜ ❛  wait, where are we going?  ❜ ❛  you can't be here. go now!  ❜ ❛  it's just a dream, a stupid dream.  ❜ ❛  don't be afraid. i'm a friend.  ❜ ❛  i can't stand up. what should i do?  ❜ ❛  now listen, i'l tell you what to do. if you stay here, they'll find you. i'll distract them while you get away.  ❜ ❛  you have no choice if you want to survive here ... and save your parents, too.  ❜ ❛  why do i need a weakling like you?  ❜ ❛  trembling, aren't you? still, i'm impressed you made it this far.  ❜ ❛  what a pain. you're gonna pay for this.  ❜ ❛  keep your wits about you. if you need anything, ask me.  ❜ ❛  hey, are you okay? don't fall apart on me.  ❜ ❛  listen to me. i'll promise i'll save you.  ❜ ❛  what did you expect after all that rain?  ❜ ❛  i'm gonna get there someday. i'll get out of here for sure.  ❜ ❛  i was just coming to wake you up, look!  ❜ ❛  what should i do? he'll die!  ❜ ❛  what's so funny? wipe off that smile.  ❜ ❛  don't do anything stupid until i get down there.  ❜ ❛  you see, someone i really care about is badly hurt. i've got to go right now.  ❜ ❛  this is our little secret. if you tell anyone ... i'll do the same to you.  ❜ ❛  what are you going to do? he needs help.  ❜ ❛  becoming a sorcerer's apprentice is dangerous business.  ❜ ❛  well, getting there is one thing. getting back's the problem.  ❜ ❛  [name], i promise i'll be back. please don't die.  ❜ ❛  don't you understand? it's love.  ❜ ❛  what took you so long? this is a total disaster!  ❜ ❛  what do you want? you can tell me.  ❜ ❛  what, you're still alive?  ❜ ❛  you still don't see it? she's played a trick on you.  ❜ ❛  since when do you talk that way?  ❜ ❛  you held this, and nothing happened to you?  ❜ ❛  i'd like to help you, but there's nothing i can do. it's one of our rules here.  ❜ ❛  but can't you even give me a hint?  ❜ ❛  everything that happens stays inside you ... even if you can't remember it.  ❜ ❛  see? you have a talent for this.  ❜ ❛  [name], i no longer blame you for what you did. but be sure to protect this girl.  ❜ ❛  will we meet again somewhere?  ❜

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"Maybe you're too young to understand. But you've been a certain someone's desired treat for a while, haven't you?"

Disagreed. Completely and totally disagreed. Plus judging, hard. "..Leech."