#astra stellaris

[cryopathiic-a]

CONTINUATION of this for @astra-stellaris

The parking lot is quiet. It's a moonless night, ideal for stake out. So they took their chance to track down a lead and the guy apparently goes home early and locks the door. That leaves the two of them in silence, in the car, with Dōma putting out one cigarette after the other — a habit he's picked up shortly after their recent fallout. But now he has finally stopped overseasoning her dinner.

Astra's gloved fingers were still hovering over the radio's buttons when the silence broke.

❝ You had guessed it right. I was more of a prophet growing up. ❞ A drag. It's some heavy brand that's almost a one way ticket to rotting lungs. He flicks his nail over the stem to dust it in the car tray. ❝ I would give readings and omens and stuff like that. ❞ His hand motions in a circle. She would know that there is more, from the somber tone. Even if he was looking ahead, at that guy's living room lights. He'd been in that room for so long doing god knows what. He doesn't care if Astra would rather keep doing her job in silence.

❝ Sometimes it was scripted. Most of the time it wasn't. Not a lot of people know about it but I know it wasn't something normal. I saw other kids that came to me with their parents, and that's how I knew. But I just didn't care after a while. I mean, these people were telling a crying child their life stories and crimes and troubles. I doubt I was the one in need of help back there. ❞ The contemptuous tone would not be lost on her. But he still holds on to his defenses. She should allow him that, at least. Much as he is finally offering that olive branch and giving her something real; not about that time though. He might not be ready to talk about it or view the topic as important; and from their previous talks she would be able to figure out which one of these things was happening.

❝ And then he came along. ❞ Pause. The lighter flicks. He sinks back into his seat and his gaze fixes ahead. His eyes glimmer. ❝ I will never forget that night. I had never seen a man carry himself like that before, just, walking in the room and all the monks stepped aside without him saying anything. And then he spoke to me, only. His voice was like silk. And his face was so beautiful. He had this... ❞ He motions around his own shoulders, the cigarette wedged between two fingers.

❝ Long dark mane and he was so pale like an Inari fox and his eyes had this deep red color, like plums. I was so mesmerized by how beautiful he was that I did not even hear what he was saying. You have to understand, I was raised with the expectation I would at some point connect with something celestial. An actual God. And, you know, obviously I had lost my faith over the years of listening to people's boring sob-stories but then this man... he really looked the part. And then he touched me. ❞ He licks his bottom lip then, and bites it. It's oddly sensual, but not at all sexual. It's clear that he's reminiscing the sensation.

❝ The pain... no— ❞ A finger stops her before she can interrupt him - as she often likes to undermine anything related to Kibutsuji, because she hates him so much. Don't most humans? But Dōma looks pretty set on narrating the entire encounter to her. His hand finds his own throat and runs down its length to rest over his clavicle. ❝ The pain. It was like... like every fiber in my body had been sleeping before that, and I had not known it. And I knew it then, in that moment, they all jolted awake and I— I had all the answers. ❞ He smiles. His eyes are glassy. It's a very bittersweet smile. ❝ Every explanation I needed, it was right there before me.❞

He's speaking of mind control. But he talks about it as if it was an enlightening experience. And what he is expressing may look like ecstasy but it sounds like relief. Then, he sobers up.

❝ And so I became a priest in his name. And for one hundred years I preached to others about this man and I put him at the centerfront of my new religion. I don't regret any of that. All of it, I would have done it again. I mean, I don't know about the others but I was awfully bored with my life before that and that's why I took the deal. But there's just this one thing that bothers me sometimes, when I think about it. ❞ He lights up another cigarette. The tray is already full.

❝ I know; I mean, I realized it quickly, that Muzan-sama is not God. That, I could deal with. He might not be anything supernatural because clearly he is explaining himself with science and all that. But he was still God in my eyes, because of his impossible power. And feats. So, I didn't care that he wasn't a God I had seen in some books but — then... he was defeated. By a child and some swordsmen. A human child. Do you have any idea how embarassing that is for a demon to hear? ❞ He seems genuinely distressed about that. ❝ I founded an entire faith around this guy. And then he goes and loses in such a miserable and pathetic way and—- and where does that leave me, you know? I look like an idiot now. ❞ He huffs. His leg shakes as he blows some smoke and turns to look outside the window with a petulant expression.

[sovereignxfae]

@astra-stellaris said;

[ He nuzzled at her throat with something other than simple affection -- he nipped, he bit, he sucked -- he teased across her throat with his mouth while his hands moved lower to her thighs.

He hummed lightly as he palmed them, spreading them to situate himself between her legs, his mouth moving to hers. Each kiss was deeper than the last, each kiss burned him from the inside out. It had been so long since he'd touched anyone like this --!

❝Onyx.❞ He spoke it softly. ❝Onyx.❞

His voice was a murmur against her lips, soft and sweet and needy, above all else. ❝I need you.❞ ]

A hand is in his hair. Holding his hair in a loose ponytail as he presses into her. The other rests on his hips, digging into him every time his lips touch her skin.

She allowed him to move her. Let his desperation for her show in his clumsy hands and heated kisses. When he pulls away she drags him back in with a bite to his lip or a pressure at the back of his head.

"Pretty boy?" Onyx answers him. Teasing with adoration.

The half smile on her lips stretches and she coos. He said it. He didn't even need her prompting. "You need me? Need Mommy? Tell me. What do you need me for?"

She handles him into her lap. Legs spread so he can take what he needs from what she gave him. Nothing more.

[kagami--uchiha]

[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process. (from azha or astra, your pick ;D)

It almost knocked the air out of Kagami's lungs, that's how fast and hard he got put on his back and even before he got back to his bearings, he felt those wonderfully slender legs straddling him on each side. As his eyes then slowly glided up, starting at those wonderful thighs until he finally met her gaze, he then grinned at her, fingers softly drumming on her claves. "Well if that isn't a sight to heal my heart, I don't know what else is."

And truly it was: Astra was beautiful, from every perspective, but right now, with the sun setting behind her and painting her in a red silhouette, he would almost call her amaterasu. The contrast of the red with her blue eyes gave them an almost mythical shimmer and with the rush of adrenaline slowly subsiding, there was a certain tingle building in his lower back. It's almost like being caught in a dream, just savoring that moment that had created a certain tenseness between them.

Kagami didn't even notice how the Tomoe spinned, letting onyx fade into the brilliant red, just this memory could imprint on his brain like a crystal clear photograph. ".. Have I... Ever told you how beautiful you are ..?"

Probably dozens of times, but that should be blatantly ignored now~.

[pluvicor]

@astra-stellaris youre right about being honest but i dont know, it strikes me as impersonal in an important moment. granted, my reading was surface level. i paused when i saw the difference and didnt get to the whys

[never-surrender]

@astra-stellaris || cont

Kiyo didn't want to move, momentarily lost her train of thought as she drank from Astra's wrist. For a split second all Kiyo was, was hunger and need... a state particularly dangerous towards somebody she cared about, especially one with the blood Astra bore. Though with all that said ... she still allowed herself to be pulled away, a small stream of blood trickling from the edges of her mouth as she was brought upwards closer to Astra.

Kiyo could hear the words spoken despite no true verbal communication given as she was held closer. A moment of hesitation was done, Kiyo's hand settling at the side of Astra's hip, gripping tighter for just a second before Kiyo finally moved.

Teeth sunk into the tender skin of Astra's neck, and the instant the blood flowed onto her tongue? Kiyo couldn't help but let out an erotic moan, drawing her body closer to Astra, arching her back as she let her hand drift lower.

With a decisive move, Kiyo pulled at Astra's leg to spread them wider, her fingers frantic, needing to feel more of her as first one finger plunged into Astra's core, drawing whatever wetness up to circle around the bundle of nerves ...

Only to plunge two fingers back in. Kiyo kept the draw of blood she took in slow, focusing on pleasure now rather than fulfillment.

[timelostobserver]

@astra-stellaris -

[ America. North America. The United States of America. They managed to get the blue spider lily, but amongst them they decided to go ahead... and travel there soon after. After all, they had vengeance to chase. And... Muzan wanted to visit. The demon slayers had continued searching for him... But for the four of them to escape on a boat for an indeterminate length of time, and then arrive in the "New World"... well, there was nothing quite like a quest like that.

The two's English was passable, between Astra and Hades' influence, even if Kokushibo would stand out. And Muzan until he was able to find some form of clothing.

But for Hades and Astra, though, they were preparing for war.

They had so much to fix, so much to call down on their families for what they'd done. Blood spilled, tears felled and miles chased and hunted and ran in an effort to get away from them. But now...now, they would have the chance to repay that. If Astra were attacked and nearly killed, they would change her. She knew that. Her days as a human were limited, at least until they figured out the best way to live with it, the best way to learn of it's properties.

❝Oh, yer lookin' for 'fessor Stellaris are ye--?❞

❝Of course.❞

❝He's a'the uni-versity, south a'here. 'Bout a thirty minutes' walk.❞

❝Right. Thank you.❞ ]

»» ————-

[ Atreus was happy to see them. ❝You made it! And you've come back--! They haven't stopped searching for you, so it's a bit dangerous, but I'm so very happy to see you both --❞

He sandwiched them in a hug.

❝You've had a grand adventure, haven't you? Come in. And tell me about it. I can offer coffee, or tea, whichever you prefer.❞

Atreus' office was rather messy, with star charts everywhere, scrolls of different types with different languages laid across his desk except for the edge, where his tools and clear glass of coffee sat, steaming. ❝And you have some new friends. Japanese?❞ The language switched at the end, as he asked the question.

❝Yes.❞ Muzan responded.

Atreus nodded, as if he was able to pick that out on first glance. He was nearly always right, after all. ❝What in the world are you doing here? You could be killed -- I'm quite happy that you're visiting, but your safety is-- still my concern. Both of you look great. Happy, even now. You went to Japan? Do you know how hard it is to get there through normal means? And expensive!❞ ]

He was both excited, and anxious. Several years of running, only for their fortunes to change the year they came to Japan. A chance meeting, and their worlds were altered forever. The Lily Flower had been found, the upper ranks shuffled as Hades had stricken down the holder of Upper Two to claim his position. And it was only a mater of time before Astra would join him.

But she would be human for just a short while longer. Once this was done..

In the days of their journey from Japan back to America, Hades had to once more done his human disguise and name. It was almost alien with how accustomed to his larger and more terrifying visage he had become. And he couldn't wait to get to cast it back to the side. But for now, he had a part to play, and much needed revenge to carry out.

Once landing, they headed from the docks and to the University. He was happy to see Atreus again, that was without a doubt. And to see him engaging in far higher intellectual pursuits truly did make his feel a twinge of pride.

"I'm not surprised." He chuckled when they learned that both families had not stopped their vindictive search for him and Astra. If anything, he was counting on them still walking this warpath, so Muzan could see just what him and Astra had to deal with first hand. Instead of simply combing through Hades' memories.

"It's good to see you healthy and well." No surprise when the language of use switched to Japanese. Even he'd become accustomed to speaking it in general.

"Yes, well it wasn't easy when we first arrived. But he have Muzan-sama here to thank for our safety in such a dangerous time." He offered a small smile toward the Demon King. He wasn't about to tell Atreus all of the 'bloody' details. But might as well set the standard for Muzan to be someone both he and Astra trusted in-front of Atreus.

"Astra also learned a great deal of blade work from Kokushibo." He motioned to them, even in a human form, Kokushibo was down right intimidating. Though without context, Atreus would not know that at present, he was in the presence of not just the King of Demons, but his two strongest creations. Soon to be three.

"We are happy, but as you can no doubt guess, we've come to deal with an issue that has been plaguing the both of us." The families.

"We intend to ensure they never come after us, again. While also coming back to see you as well. We both missed you, Atreus."

[deathly-toxins]

@astra-stellaris - [HOLD] Sender hugs receiver and holds them close. //because gyutaro needs comfort and thats ok

There were only a very few amount of people who he'd even let close enough to be able to touch him. Two of which were Douma.. and of course his sister. Though recently, another had started to worm their way past those barriers. He wasn't sure what to think of the Upper Rank demon at first but...

She'd been nothing but firm yet kind to both him, and his sister.

He hadn't think that this would come to pass though. He hadn't said anything, he'd been occupied with his own thoughts while Daki was off doing something for her courtesan work. The place was always busy, so when he wanted to give her space to focus.. he'd come back to the Infinity Fortress.

But when he felt anothers arms around him, he immediately tensed and snapped his head around to find out who had the audacity to-

It was Astra...

Oh-

He was confused, at first. But the longer it went on and the longer the silence remained he sort of relaxed back into it. His shoulders relaxed, and his gaze softened a bit. Sure, he could have said something snippy, sassy or dismissive but...

Instead he leaned against her, into the hug itself.

Maybe it'd been a while since he had the chance to really relax. To actually slow down and just not think about what was bothering him in one way or another. But it felt nice, just the act of someone holding onto him.

Normally he was the one doing just that, and for his little sister, for Daki. Usually he'd sit there for hours on end, comforting her in his arms.

This time though, well...

He just rest his head on Astra's shoulders and exhaled.

"Thanks..." He muttered out a whisper.

[viciousbite]

Starter for @astra-stellaris

The feral need to have the hashira's blood made Urogi's body tremble with excitement. The first smell had thrown his mind into chaos. The more blood he smelled and saw pouring out of her body from the cuts he inflicted upon her, the more his instincts kicked him to devour her. He hadn't felt this satisfied to cut someone in a long while and the moment he caught her off guard, he struck.

His talons clutched onto her disoriented body, an after effect of one of his sonic wave blasts and his claws tore into her knees. His whole body weight pressed down upon her as he put all his strength into restraining the woman's body. His hand talons snatched her forearms within them for extra safety. Urogi knew how her blade felt upon his body, how dangerous it was, how much it hurt when it cut him. All that hurt was worth it for a marechi. But no more, it was his time to enjoy himself to the fullest. More than he enjoyed their fight.

"Khyahahah! You can't keep your blood all to yourself, it's not fair." Urogi chirped, the taste of her blood fresh upon his tongue from the time he licked his claws clean after cutting her. His feathers ruffled, head leaned downwards as his grip upon her limbs tightened, clawing at flesh to keep them against the dirty forest floor. "It will be a joy to share it with me, I promise." He thrilled.

Saliva gathered in his mouth, and his jaws parted, truly a sight of a hungry demon. A hungry demon, high on the smell of marechi, unable to resist the smell. Fangs, sharp and strong, snapped down, a strong bite aimed at the Hashira's shoulder to get the first proper taste of her delicious blood. The unrestrained need to tear her apart clawed at Urogi's mind, he wanted all of it to himself. His wings ruffled and body shivered in joy. A mouthful of blood was enough to send him to a world of pure joy, that brought a wide grin on his lips.

[multis-sermonibus]

violet— do you like to cook or bake? if so, what is it that you like to make? (for anyone you have the muse for!)

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬

@astra-stellaris

"Well, I can do a little cooking and a bit of baking too. I'm not the best at it frankly but I get by. I can make sweet buns."

[cryopathiic-a]

♡ + astra!

ship meme || accepting

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? Dōma will say it was Astra and that she was pining for him hard from the first moment; but need I remind you the first moment entailed him standing there with his face half-melted off drooling— And by 'asking out' he possibly means the prison transport to her office...

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂? Dōma and we should write that moment because we haven't and it haunts me at nights!!!

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂? Dōma, when he's not sarcastically calling her Master or Lord Stellaris or whatever, uses a lot of conventional terms of endearment but he's also a big fan of the westernized ones, when they learn them. Astra defaults to 'babe' and 'snowdrop'.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂? Dōma and because he can't taste-test they're always either extremely salty or extremely sweet; and Astra still eats them, unless he's pushed it to the point where take out becomes the only option

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲? Probably Astra. Dōma's isn't as expanded.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳? Dōma because he's a princess(tm) and unfortunately in this verse he needs the rest, so he usually sleeps in the starfish pose on top of her.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? Morning wise, usually Astra. In general, it depends on how much Dōma has been fed. But he will, of course, sleep in every time they have to be up for something and then insist it's her fault for not feeding him enough—

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴? Astra, unless they've fought the previous night or something. Then he might make some for her as a peace offering.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽? Dōma, though he's more of a weighted blanket.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃? Both, but if this refers to a circadian rhythm it's definitely Dōma and if not, then it's Astra. Usually there will be some hours where either of them is sleeping while the other is awake.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳? Astra for his, usually. And there's times when he will respond by wrapping an arm around her/embracing her or squeezing her fingers, but there's also times where he'll withdraw his hand or stick it in his pocket.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰? Dōma, because he knows he can embarass her with it.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂? Astra when she's hella tired and sleeping on her back, change my mind. Dōma makes a quiet chirping noise sometimes when he's sleeping lightly, but usually he just sleeps like cadaver.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈? Astra and it's his favorite thing about her.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇? Dōma. Astra isn't as invested in general, after all, and Dōma has a habit of using it for everything including making up after arguments, stress relief, quick alleviation from boredom, so on and so forth

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴? Astra better give him a proper proposal when that time comes. So he can go on to say some bullshit about how he's a forever bachelor and get a good kick between his legs for it.

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂: Probably their time at the concert, a night out drunk which we haven't written yet, their time at the skating ring or by the beach...

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂: I don't think Dōma has any regrets regarding how he treats Astra, because he doesn't really self-reflect on it. And he doesn't regret not turning her sooner, either, because he did enjoy their time being at a power imbalance with him as a demon and her as a human. One thing I can think of, though, is his behavior towards Ezra. If he'd known the backstory before meeting her, he would have simply killed her on the spot <3 Problem solved, right?

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶: Dōma hates her relationship with her brother. Because Atreus is always the first priority and overshadows him in many ways. Outwardly he expresses that with 'concern' over their sibling relationship being co-dependent. But, ideally he'd like to cut her off from him. Because as long as Atreus is around, in whatever form, he'll continue to be number two. And that's obviously not his endgoal here.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴: From Astra he understands gift giving, quality time and physical touch as primary ones. In turn he offers physical touch, words of affirmation and occasionally acts of service, though those are dependent on if he's looking to gain something from her at the time —

[sovereignxfae]

@astra-stellaris asked —

[ ❝Mind sharing an orange with me? I've brought some cherries!❞ ]

A sunny day, rare chance of clouds; perfect weather for an impromptu picnic. K’in lays out an old blanket and plobs down their basket of citrus and other preserved fruits.

Setting everything out before them. Plate of freshly sliced oranges right at their knee when a voice calls them.

“Hm-?” They perk up at the offer. Noting that cherries aren't anywhere in their layout of snacks. “Yeah, sure! I'll share if you do.”

[kagami--uchiha]

"are you expecting me to beg for my life now?"

"Yes. Yes I do." The voice was low behind that brilliant porcelain mask, hiding the real visage of Tōmei from her, though she could feel that they knew each other one way or another.

One clawed finger lifted her chin up, so he could get a better look at her face while she was bound down on that chair, lips swollen and bloody from the fast und almost undetected attack.

"Astra... There is a reason why I am here.. a reason that most might think of... As pathetic but for me .. it had been a life long mission to finally find you... And make your life the same hell that you had made mine into so yes.. I want to hear you begging for your life... You will be I am sure of it."

Slow, measured steps were taken as he circled around her like a predatory cat, eyeing its prey with the precision of a hunter. "I am pretty sure you don't even remember the things you have done, because to you, it probably wasn't more than just... A mission, a mistake maybe... But not a life that you destroyed, no no.. it didn't affect you."

"But I will make sure that it affects you now, it'll eat you up from the inside the way you have drenched my soul from me."

[pluvicor]

My newest selfie! I'm happy you like it. The photographer got a bit snippy with me but in the end I thought it was worth it. <3

why would they be snippy? you look marvelous. their work was great but you show quite the confidence in all your photos, i doubt they had much trouble to begin with

[ftwpositiviity]

ASTRA-STELLARIS-A & CALAMXTY-A.

ANONYMOUS SAID;  Another great writer I've come across. I love how detailed their Muzan is. Very much so. Their OC, Astra, is awesome as well. She's very confident in herself and her abilities, and she takes no BS. Very sophisticated as well. It's just amazing honestly!

[never-surrender]

@astra-stellaris gets a thing!

The night was young yet. Lights shimmered in the city as people still milled about, various races mingling together. Some craved the nightlife of sin, filled with booze and entertainment of all kinds, filled with women of varying moral compasses, and men of the same virtues.

Aurelia was one of those women... though not for the reason one might think. Her intentions were far from pure as she cowered back from the small gathering of men that surrounded her. The tiefling played the good part of the damsel in distress, begging the men to leave her be... but the truth? She was a vampire spawn, with eyes aglow with their reddish hue. If she wished... they'd be dust at her feet.

Or at least they would be if she were strong enough to do so. Half starved and weakened considerably, she could still take them if she wished... but she was counting on something happening first.

All she needed was one kind soul to come along.. one kind soul to intervene...

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@astra-stellaris​

[    ❝Alexander, we only have one more day 'til we make to the city. Muzan's gonna get some dinner for us and he'll be back soon and everything's really quiet.❞ She desperately hoped those demon slayers wouldn't make an appearance. They'd caused so many problems already with all their attacking and their presence.

Alexander's ammo supply was dwindling and they were lucky that Muzan had enough money -- or assured them that he had enough money to buy them what they needed. After everything he was kind to them.

It already infuriated Astra that he was being hunted like that. He'd been the first native-born person to not think of them as exceedingly weird. He'd welcomed them instantly and began showing them Japan and teaching them things. And it wasn't just things that Alexander would have been interested in.

Things that Astra liked, too.

❝Just a little while--❞ The fire crackled, and her words were interrupted. It seemed like they'd been found. Again. It was frustrating -- Muzan had insinuated the reason they were being found so often was because he was having to move slower than usual due to them.

But they enjoyed each other's company and these people were a problem for everyone so it was a done deal for her to want to take care of it.

Her sword flashed in the light and the fighting began-- she was good enough to take on multiple oppenents and once but she was so worried for Alexander who had maybe two or three shots left at the most --     ]

“It is really quiet. Unnervingly so.” Ever since learning about Demons, the ones with blades known and Slayers, and the general disposition between the two sides. Things became more.. for better or for worse, tense. Not that it was tense against Muzan and the demons, hardly. But now knowing that these slayers, these fellow humans so brazenly attacked them even if him and Astra were human made every trip full of tension.

They had to remain on the move more and more, and it was like they couldn’t shake the demon slayers. But this was a moment they had to stop and wait, to rest. Thankfully Muzan had gone off to get food. Which he was grateful for, so it felt the two siblings in charge of making a small camp while they waited. And the nice, warm campfire was always pleasant.

“... Hmm?”

But that crack of branches, the shift of leaves. It was all they needed to be on alert. And just as Astra’s blade shined, Alexander reached for his pistol. He only at at most.. three shots left. And one immediately found purchase between the eyes of one slayer that had come directly for him while others had gone for Astra.

Two shots left, and he had to manually reload the damn thing.

Up until this point, he’d been able to scare off most of them with one shot, even intimidate them by the mere presence of the firearm. But they were learning, these were more seasoned slayers. He could tell by their composure, how they split the fight, working to get between the siblings so they were forced to defend themselves and not the other.

“You.. Spineless dogs!” Alexander yelled out, having to move and dodge as a few more came from the tree line at them.

Two were already squaring him up again, even with one of their dead compatriots face down on the ground, a bullet hole in his head.

These ones were no where near as shaken, blades drawn, scowling at Alexander who had reloaded a second shot and aimed it at them.

“You lot really don’t know when to leave us alone, do you?! Do you really take such pleasure in killing humans!?”

‘If they serve that monster, then so be it!’

There was no getting through to them, they’d be forced to fight. But he was already hesitating to pull the trigger a second time. His eyes flashed to Astra, she was dealing with far more.

That second shot rung out, hitting one slayer engaged with her in the shoulder, forcing them to drop their blade in agony all while he had to start running, and dodging the two now hot on his heels.