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Shutting Down

Due to a stupid long hiatus and the realization that I can’t maintain 5 blogs, I’ve decided to condense all my blogs down to one. I will be continuing on the blog that I name in my next post.

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Ah, there's someone. Hello, Mothman. And judging by the symbol next to your name, you're the operator of this chat?

Ah, it doesn't matter much, who is operator, no? Just the content that is shared between persons? Anyways, as to your question.

Yes, reapers as in plural. You didn't honestly think one man could take all the souls of the world? You realize just how much death there is, right? No, the reapers have these headquarters set in each region, and each reaper has a name in their book that signifies when and how each person dies. They then meet the souls as they die and collect them to house in the library. After all, a soul is who the person is, and who the person is is a cumulative sort of read on all the events in their lives.

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I sound crazy to you, don't I?

I feel stupid for sharing. I think I might log off...

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Chimera opened up the laptop she’d bought and logged into a new chat room she’d found on the web, sipping her coffee. After a few minutes, she decided to start typing.

‘Hello. Is anyone here?’

‘My name is Chimera. I.. Study.. The occult, demons and reapers in particular.’

'Not quite sure why I’m saying this. Is anyone even reading this?’

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Meanwhile, a certain scythe-haired boy was blazing through the web, trying to find any new leads on any sort of sightings in his area. Then he got a notification, saying that he got a message in the chat he made. Pft. It was probably someone else calling him a loser or a freak. But then he saw that someone was…actually talking to him. 

A genuinely interested person? Or a trap?  Better go by codename for now.

‘My name is Mothman.’ ‘And those are very interesting fields of study. But um…did you say, reapers, as in plural?’

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Chimera opened up the laptop she'd bought and logged into a new chat room she'd found on the web, sipping her coffee. After a few minutes, she decided to start typing. 'Hello. Is anyone here?' 'My name is Chimera. I.. Study.. The occult, demons and reapers in particular.' 'Not quite sure why I'm saying this. Is anyone even reading this?' @diminishingvindication

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She nodded as she listened, but seemed out of questions to ask him. Instead, she closed her eyes and listened to the storm, her weeping song. It was truly music to her ears, the elements of nature. Each one had their song to play, from the great clashes of thunder to the whispering patters of rain, from the howling wind to the singes of flame left where lightning struck and scorched the earth.

"Ask what you may. I have no more questions at this moment, but honestly do enjoy the Symphony outside." She smiled a bit. "Here's a question. Demons have abilities usually of elements. The elements have voices, for me. They're making quite the song tonight. Can you hear the music?"

Stormy Nights

He listened to her speak, it sounded about right. Most demons had their powers the moment they spawned, though the fully extent did not come around until the second or third century. It made sense that this process was accelerated by her reaper counterpart, humans matured quickly to fit their puny lifespan, as did she. 

He gave a non-committal grunt at her question, not truly wanting to answer it but knowing he must, He agreed to a game of question and answer, thus he must reply. “Hell has a society, it is built upon the backs of humans souls, though the original founders are demons. Most biblical texts have the right idea, but many details are incorrect. As a child knows that they are a child and another human is an adult, but has not the foggiest clue as to why.” He explained as the thunder clapped overhead, the nights wails cutting through the mansions halls. Her screams ripped through the moon’s light, sending her away to weep silver tears upon the ground. 

It brought him the closest semblance of joy to her her tails of woe, yet he found himself less sympathetic than before. He could care less if she starved or was shunned, it was as such things were meant to be, such creatures like herself could not persist in existence, it was their way. “I come from royal birth if it can be called as such. I am the reigning high prince of Hell, though I, unlike you, was not technically born, but created. I do not remember my past life as a being of the heavens, but I remember being ‘re-created’ and my ‘mother’s’ reaction to said birth.” He laughed mirthlessly and shrugged, not caring for things that had no time to mark them as they had happened so long ago. 

“It doens’t matter really, my old past has nothing to do as to who I am now.” 

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She nodded and closed her eyes, trying to imagine it. “Destille was a beautiful island, filled with merchants and kind people who were rich in talent, if not money. I was abandoned there and raised by the people, until my twentieth birthday. Then… This.” She gestured to herself. "And with it, the destruction of its lands and people."

“That’s when I truly became the damned creature I am now. It took a century or two to reign in the abilities and weapons, and to figure it out, but when I did I began to explore. That’s how I got here, I suppose.” She shrugged and sighed.

“At least I don’t need to eat, souls or otherwise, so I won’t trouble you asking if I could get anything. Though I do get peckish… But, I don’t quite get the option to eat, seeing as my name is hardly known for summons, and the fact I’m usually banished by the resident reapers after a month or two.”

She shrugged again, opening one eye as another clap of thunder rumbled and rattled the window. “I’m tempted to stop that storm, but it’s bad taste to end what is meant.” She could nearly smell his anger over her existence, and it bothered her. She didn’t mean anyone harm, just sought to explore and maybe take a contract or two on either side every couple years. Maybe even find some sort of home. She knew it impossible. She was an abomination.

She pushed the thoughts aside and looked to him. “So, what of you?”

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“Ah, yes I’ve heard of it.” He murmured. It was hardly a famous island, not known for much, but he knew of it. Personally he’d never visited, and personally, he didn’t wish to if it housed half-breeds. “Of course you haven’t, I’m sure none of the guards would let you anywhere near the actual entrance.” He chuckled and shrugged. 

“Hell is diverse as this world is, though much larger. An entirely different plane of existence, I suppose it depends on which realm you are damned to in order to describe it.” He replied and shrugged again. “It has mountain ranges, it has rivers and valleys, though the rivers are quite rare to come upon.” He chuckled and shrugged. “Hell is fire, but not all fire. There are rainforests and arctic circles as well.” He explained. “It’s simply a little more dangerous than the ones here.” 

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"I'm from the island of Destille to the west. It once was a great merchant island, but now it's considered the cursed island of the west." She frowned a bit as she spoke of it. Her home was something she held bittersweet memories of. Sometimes she remembered how it used to be, and sometimes she could only recall that single night that her powers revealed themselves.

"You are on contract, which is the only reason for your being on this plane of existance. Tell me what Hell is like." She had never been, but always wondered. Her experience was limited to earth and earth alone, seeing as her heritage locked her from the very places where her blood traced back to.

Stormy Nights

He curled his lip, how dare she call him such kin! Perhaps in all technicalities they were related, but at her obvious age, it must have stretched back generations upon generations. At such a point, he could barely call her an acquaintance, let alone accept her as ‘cousin’. No matter, she would learn her place soon enough. “I would much prefer you refrain from using any unnecessary abilities you may posses.” He replied through tight lips and lead her to the main hall. She wouldn’t need sleep (not as a half-breed), and he would hardly grant her any anyway.

“This way.” He intoned and featured for her to sit opposite of him, his eyes narrowed and remaining they bright violet and crimson glow. “Let me be clear,” he spoke harshly, “I may be of the same race as you, but that hardly makes you welcome with in my domain. Simply because I am not currently bearing my crown does not exempt me from such power. Do not think we are by any means ‘blood’,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

“I am here on a contract, why else would I leave Hell?” He asked in return to her question. Honestly, she acted as if she was a newborn, was she recently hatched? He snorted at the thought and his usual classy demeanor was replaced with a haughty and cruel one. Sebastian was not one to welcome those who were not welcome by his master, certainly not an opposing demon. “I am Sebastian Michealis, and you shall address me as such, Chimera.” He pursed his lips, his anger cooling. “And you are, under no circumstances to touch any of the humans within these walls, do I make myself clear?”

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She settled down, crossing one leg over the other. “Would you feel better if I gave you one of my weapons?” She rested her arms on the armrests of the chair, black nails tapping the wood lightly to the impossible pattern of the rain that patterned against the windows.

“Even if not, shall we talk through the night, or keep company in silence? I am willing to answer what I can, if you ask.” She offered a smile to him, trying to keep the mood somewhat light, even though she knew he already resented her. She looked out the window, watching the silver drops against the black drop of the background.

“It’s going to be a long night. Neither of us need sleep. I, at least, don’t think you even can.”

Stormy Nights

He curled his lip, how dare she call him such kin! Perhaps in all technicalities they were related, but at her obvious age, it must have stretched back generations upon generations. At such a point, he could barely call her an acquaintance, let alone accept her as ‘cousin’. No matter, she would learn her place soon enough. “I would much prefer you refrain from using any unnecessary abilities you may posses.” He replied through tight lips and lead her to the main hall. She wouldn’t need sleep (not as a half-breed), and he would hardly grant her any anyway.

“This way.” He intoned and featured for her to sit opposite of him, his eyes narrowed and remaining they bright violet and crimson glow. “Let me be clear,” he spoke harshly, “I may be of the same race as you, but that hardly makes you welcome with in my domain. Simply because I am not currently bearing my crown does not exempt me from such power. Do not think we are by any means ‘blood’,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

“I am here on a contract, why else would I leave Hell?” He asked in return to her question. Honestly, she acted as if she was a newborn, was she recently hatched? He snorted at the thought and his usual classy demeanor was replaced with a haughty and cruel one. Sebastian was not one to welcome those who were not welcome by his master, certainly not an opposing demon. “I am Sebastian Michealis, and you shall address me as such, Chimera.” He pursed his lips, his anger cooling. “And you are, under no circumstances to touch any of the humans within these walls, do I make myself clear?”

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She followed behind him, heeled boots clicking on the wood of the floor. She didn't say anything as she looked slowly about, then she settled herself on the chair when indicated. She listened in silence, one leg crossed over the other. Crown? Oh, she must have upset one of the princes. How was she to know?

"Ah, I forget you are limited to here by contract. I'm banished from Hell, and from the realm of the Reapers, because of my polluted bloodline, so I can only wander this Earth, even if I'm able to take on contracts and reap souls, as both sides do. It hardly seems fair, my banishment, seeing as I have no control over who my parents were, but it's understandable. I won't touch the humans. I don't need souls or food, or drink, or sleep. I can survive without any of the 'necessities' most require."

She kept her eyes' glow at bay, not challenging him or showing any signs of aggression. "Thank you, at least, for this shelter, Michaelis," she said, deciding that he wouldn't like it if she called him by his first name. "I mean it, in all honesty, that I will bring no harm to you or those here. I wouldn't even attempt such an act." She offered a small smile. "But it's understandable, a creature like myself not being trusted.."

Stormy Nights

He curled his lip, how dare she call him such kin! Perhaps in all technicalities they were related, but at her obvious age, it must have stretched back generations upon generations. At such a point, he could barely call her an acquaintance, let alone accept her as ‘cousin’. No matter, she would learn her place soon enough. “I would much prefer you refrain from using any unnecessary abilities you may posses.” He replied through tight lips and lead her to the main hall. She wouldn’t need sleep (not as a half-breed), and he would hardly grant her any anyway.

“This way.” He intoned and featured for her to sit opposite of him, his eyes narrowed and remaining they bright violet and crimson glow. “Let me be clear,” he spoke harshly, “I may be of the same race as you, but that hardly makes you welcome with in my domain. Simply because I am not currently bearing my crown does not exempt me from such power. Do not think we are by any means 'blood’,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

“I am here on a contract, why else would I leave Hell?” He asked in return to her question. Honestly, she acted as if she was a newborn, was she recently hatched? He snorted at the thought and his usual classy demeanor was replaced with a haughty and cruel one. Sebastian was not one to welcome those who were not welcome by his master, certainly not an opposing demon. “I am Sebastian Michealis, and you shall address me as such, Chimera.” He pursed his lips, his anger cooling. “And you are, under no circumstances to touch any of the humans within these walls, do I make myself clear?”

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She entered the home, nodding a thank-you to him. "I understand your desire for my staying in your vision. I won't leave it." She let her gaze sweep about to ensure no human eyes were watching, then flicked a finger and all the water on her skin and hair, on clothing and in boot, ran out as though she were made of glass suddenly. The puddle of rainwater about her feet added to the rivulets, and all of it slipped outside without a drop of moisture left behind.

"I'm sure that you wouldn't want water staining your carpets, cousin. I can only do so much to aid you. If you wish it, though, I'll refrain from using any such ability once again." She brushed her hair from her face, bowing to him in greeting. "My name is Chimera. Apologies for appearing so late at night, but I haven't any money for an inn, and figure blood would be safer than humans."

She looked about the Manor with interest, the glow to her eyes dulling and turning pink. "This is a lovely home you gave here, but my nose tells me you're not alone." She could smell humans, and several of them, which made her wonder just what he was doing in a human's abode.

Stormy Nights

He narrowed his eyes at her, kin did she nay? He let his nose wrinkle, kin perhaps, but only upon one side. He made him feel nearly repulsed at her very scent, a half breed was she not? And such an unholy union as well! Between the origin and sin. and those who had committed the ultimate sacrilege upon the greenest of earth’s. A reaper and a demon, between death gods and rulers of hell, those who hated each other more than anything, and yet here was proof that not only could they exist in some semblance of harmony, but procreate. 

Some how, that left and even more sour taste in his mouth. He listened to her plead, weighing his options. Yes, she would leave without protest as she had said, but a demon’s word was quite flimsy in moral to say the least. She could very well come back and do much harm should she feel the need to once the storm had passed. And while the mighty prince was quite sure he could easily destroy such a half-breed, he didn’t want to deal with the mess. 

He stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter. “You best appreciate such an offer, and you will be saying in my sight.” He added quickly before he let her inside, giving her the shelter she sought. “Do not make me regret such a decision.”

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"I am kin," she said as the wind tore the hood of her cloak off. Her eyes glowed dimly when the lightning ceased illuminating the delicate features of her face. "I mean no harm, only seek shelter from the storm. I figured that those whose blood I share in some manner or another may be more welcoming than those with whom I share nothing but appearance."

She didn't say that they were related directly, but she knew he could tell that she was demon, or at least in part, and she counted all reapers and demons as kin, regardless of whether they truly were or not. Some were accepting, some rejecting, but most, if not all, were wary. She knew that and expected it.

"Just until the storm ceases. Please, I haven't the money for an inn. If you feel better that I stay in your sight, then I will. If you would rather I go, I will. I won't lift a finger to try to harm you or those within unless I need to in order to save my life, by my scythe and my blade I swear." This last part was odd, since she had no weapon on her. Then again, there were some who were the sheathes to weapons, but she didn't give that sense.

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Chimera trudged through the storm, the elements buffeting her as though she couldn’t stop them. She could, to some extent- enough to keep her dry and warm- but she didn’t like to stop things when it was fully natural. She contemplated taking shelter in an inn, then remembered that she gave most of her coin away to children begging on the streets.

She shrugged and kept walking, water rolling off her waterproofed cloak, but hitting her face, despite her attempts to block it. Her hair clung to her soft skin, but she didn’t bother moving it, knowing the wind would probably move it back. She wore a simple blouse and a pair of trousers, as well as waterproofed boots which was quite odd for a woman. She looked a traveler, though, from foreign lands.

Then her nose caught it. Weak and nearly lost in the rain, but… A demon’s scent. She turned her head towards it, then started to follow the trail, which got steadily stronger until she came before a large mansion. She lifted a black-nailed hand and knocked three times.

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Stormy Nights

Chimera trudged through the storm, the elements buffeting her as though she couldn't stop them. She could, to some extent- enough to keep her dry and warm- but she didn't like to stop things when it was fully natural. She contemplated taking shelter in an inn, then remembered that she gave most of her coin away to children begging on the streets. She shrugged and kept walking, water rolling off her waterproofed cloak, but hitting her face, despite her attempts to block it. Her hair clung to her soft skin, but she didn't bother moving it, knowing the wind would probably move it back. She wore a simple blouse and a pair of trousers, as well as waterproofed boots which was quite odd for a woman. She looked a traveler, though, from foreign lands. Then her nose caught it. Weak and nearly lost in the rain, but... A demon's scent. She turned her head towards it, then started to follow the trail, which got steadily stronger until she came before a large mansion. She lifted a black-nailed hand and knocked three times. @corbeauiisms

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Chimera’s Love

Chimera is an avid lover,but not of people. She takes her pleasure from art and books, from crafting and from creating. Her love is for life and for beauty, and she can usually be seen dancing in wild places and enjoying the sheer purity that is life.

The hybrid tries to keep from loving people. She is always afraid of loving humans, knowing she will vastly outlive them, seeing as she hasn’t aged a day since her twentieth birthday. She, however, loves the idea of love- of having someone at her side, of having someone who will always be there for her. She knows it’s an impossibility, but as much as she fights it, she sometimes falls in love with people, or the ideas of them- writers, artists, those who can create and see life in so many new ways.

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The Demon of Destille

Destille was once an island town bustling with trade and activity. Its position was optimal for sunlight and fair weather, and it also received an abundance of sailors and fishermen who were seeking to trade or rest a night or two. It was rather large of a city for a rather small island that consisted mostly of beaches and a forest-covered volcano, but it was the only of the cities in the island, so it is where everyone lived.

However, since the Destruction of Destille, it’s become a desolate wasteland, fraught with earthquakes and smoke from the volcano. There isn’t much light, and horrible creatures lurk in the ruins. Any sailors who are unfortunate enough to land on the island usually return terrified, and they refuse to speak of what they saw.

Only one person is ever there, a beautiful girl who is called the Demon of Destille. She appears about twenty, with pink hair that goes to her hip, clad in a strange armor of red metal, with a giant sword and a jagged scythe, both of the same metal, on her back. She is known to do horrible things to scare away the people who land on the island, but not once did she harm them.

Now, Destille is left alone, but there’s rumors that the Demon is gone. She isn’t seen on the shore, and there isn’t the wailing sob through the night. However, people still avoid the island, and always will, for fear of the Demon of Destille.