#belial casimir

[pupsmailbox]

DEMON︰DEVIL ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　abadden. abaddon. ace. adder. alastair. alastor. amon. amy. antagone. ash. asher. ashes. asmo. avarice. avaricia. bael. balam. bane. banshee. baphomet. behemoth. belial. bellatrix. bellinor. berry. birsha. blake. blazer. brimine. bull. bune. cain. caine. cambion. casimir. caym. cerberus. charon. cherry. claude. colere. corbin. corvid. creseis. cronus. crow. crowley. cruella. damian. damien. damon. daniel. dantalion. deirdre. dem. demonesse. demonette. demonia. dera. devilie. devume. diablo. diedre. dizzy. dracula. emily. entropy. ezra. fang. fangesse. fangette. felix. foras. furfur. furio. furiosa. grimbaer. hades. hecate. hermes. hex. ialyre. ira. ire. james. janus. jester. jinx. jinx/jynx. jynx. karina. kawa. lacey. lamb. lamia. layla. lilith. lilloth. lolia. luci. lucien. lucifer. lucius. lunesse. lycan. magnus. mal. malcius. malice. malicia. mallory. malorie. mammon. mania. mara. marnise. meilius. midas. minerva. misery. moonesse. moonette. moonie. moony. night. nightesse. nikolai. nithvine. noire. noiresse. noirette. nyx. omen. paimon. pandora. peri. persephone. pitch. ram. rena. rogue. ruby. sanguis. seere. seiriphi. silas. sinn. skittle. snake. stella. toxin. vessel. vex. vexa. vic. vice. victor. victoria. vince. vincent. viper. virtue. voss. vulture. wither. zoe.

PRONOUNS ⌇ >:)/>:). ash/ash. bat/bat. bit/bitter. black/black. blood/blood. claw/claw. con/con. con/conjure. crackle/crackle. dae/daem. dae/mon. dark/dark. dark/darkness. de/dem. de/demon. dea/deamon. deceit/deceitful. demon/demon. demon/demonic. devil/devil. eranged/deranged. evil/evil. fang/fang. fear/feared. fiend/fiend. flame/flame. fool/fool. gha/ghast. goat/goat. gray/grey. gray/grey. grr/growl. hate/hate. he/hell. hell/hell. hellish/hellishly. hiss/hiss. horn/horn. hunt/hunt. hx/hxm. imp/imp. infer/infernal. infernal/infernal. infernal/infernality. jest/jest. joke/joke. lamb/lamb. lava/lava. lethal/lethal. liar/liar. lie/lie. loom/loom. mal/mal. mal/malice. moon/moon. ni/night. night/night. noc/noct. poison/poison. psycho/psycho. reap/reap. red/red. rose/rose. ruin/ruin. scare/scare. shx/hxr. si/sin. silly/silly. sin/sin. slither/slither. soul/soul. spi/spite. spite/spite. succubi/succubus. suffer/suffer. thief/thief. thxy/thxm. tief/tiefling. tiefling/tiefling. toxin/toxin. twist/twisted. unholy/unholys. ve/venom. vi/vice. vice/vice. vil/vil. vil/villain. vile/vile. wick/wicked. wretch/wretched. ♠️ . ⛪️ . ❤️‍🔥 . 🍎 . 🍯 . 🎻 . 🐝 . 👿 . 💒 . 🔥 . 🕷 . 🗝 . 😈 . 🥩 .

[divinescannibalism]

━━╋ satanick (okegom) npts ! ｡

━━╋ names

: belial , abaddon , abadden , hecate , amon , asmo , ace , dera , birsha , blazer , casimir , corbin .

━━╋ pronouns

: deranged/derangeds, fool/fools, >:)/>:)s, silly/sillys, psycho/psychos, black/blacks, rose/roses, evil/evils, demon/demons .

━━╋ titles

: the deranged demon, the torturer, the one who lost an special someone, [prn] who holds the blue rose, the one with a cold and silly facade

requested by : @thevioletsatan

[unravelingwires]

Appendices

Characters (vaguely in age order) Divya Narayana (dead, she/her): Vijaya’s mother, seer Raja Narayana (dead, he/him): Vijaya’s father Casimir Chel (he/him): Vijaya’s “adopted” father, Max’s mother, noble titleholder Odelia Chel (she/her): Jaya’s “adopted” mother, Max’s mother, noble titleholder Belial Sewlyn (dead, she/her): Lilith’s mother, vampire Cylene Sewlyn (she/her): Lilith’s mother, Jaya’s mentor, in the vampire community Artemisia Outeridge (she/her): Jaya’s mentor Vanity Lace (she/her): Jaya’s rival, Artemisia’s friend, noble heir Vivien Lace (she/her): Jaya’s rival, noble Aaron Rosier (he/him): Jaya’s mentor Maxine Chel (he/him): Jaya’s brother, noble heir Vijaya Narayana (she/her): Jaya, debatably noble Anne Leda (she/her): Jaya’s friend Theodore Corrigan (he/him): Jaya’s rival Raine Kenyatta, often called Killian (she/her he/him they/them): Jaya’s friend with benefits Laurena Ravenswood (she/her): Max’s fiance, Ellie’s girlfriend Evelina Thorne (she/her): Lara’s girlfriend, Jaya’s ex Astra Ravenswood (Astoria Greengrass, she/her): Jaya’s protege, Lara’s sister Natalie Miller (she/her): Jaya’s protege, Astra’s friend, veilcrosser Lilith Sewlyn (they/them): Jaya’s protege, vampire

Other Terms Veil: barrier between magical and nonmagical world Kindred: group that includes vampires, selkie, mermaids, etc. Veilcrosser: someone born in the nonmagical world now in the magical world Gateway: portal doorway Crossroads: a hub of gateways—all the crossroads connect to a main hub, so anyone who uses a gateway gets sent to the main hub then to their destination Mist: only visually apparent as the substance that fills gateways, but it’s generally understood to be the substance of magic The Lady: a goddess that is responsible for giving people magic in certain older religions (being revamped) Sorcerer: magical human (not kindred) Sorcery: witches using their own magic Potioneering: using magic from plants and animals to create substances, generally liquids, that create specific effects Runes: using symbols to shape environmental magic with specific effects Ritual magic: a catch-all term used for more cultural magic including siren song, vampire’s speed and agility, and seer’s sight. Often called "witch magic" when used by a sorcerer. Potioneering is sometimes considered ritual magic

[the-siren-saga]

Another Day, Another Infiltration

(Written collaboratively by me and @of-scholars-and-strings. Somewhat of a sequel to this.)

Destrus was a rather harsher environment than one might initially think. Even in the night, it seemed to skyrocket or plummet to temperatures nobody should have to endure. 

It was below this environment, in the rocky Sepulchre of the Scarred Marauders, that Marchosias Aversen was currently imprisoned. Of course, he wouldn’t stay that way for very long.

The mechanism by which he would be freed was a twenty-five year old Dekn woman, whom he had made the acquaintance of under rather disappointing circumstances a few days prior. Her name? Shanna Perivelis Averil. And currently, she was trying to enter the prison, in the guise of a fellow Marauder.

This act was, in some regards, a lot easier than the last time she had to infiltrate a base. For starters, dressing the part was a lot faster. The typical Marauder gear usually was rather rugged, much like something out of a Mad Max movie, so she managed to assemble a disguise pretty quickly.

The problem was going to be getting past the leader of the Scarred Marauders. Supposedly, he was the former Dekn Master of War - a man that had lead the whole of the Dekn armies, at one point.

But was it really that much of a problem? She hadn't had the same amount of fear, lately, as she used to have around the use of her ability. As far as she was concerned, whatever Marchosias had done to her had cleared away the fog. 

As she strode up to the entrance, a few Marauders were playing Rock-Paper-Daggers. They were covered in face paint, ratty-looking clothes, the whole nine yards. As soon as she was within earshot, she whistled sharply to get their attention-- almost like one would do with a dog. 

One of the Marauders turned around to focus on the noise. “Ey! Who’re you?” His voice sounded like he smoked five packs a day. He squinted. “Do ya know the password?”

"You and I both know there is no password," she replied, her eyes briefly flashing gold. "Now let me in."

“No password.. Well, let’s letcha through.” He escorted her inside. The entrance seemed to stretch down for a little while, with lots of different paths and tunnels throughout. She could hear a growing, rowdy bustle of people talking and laughing and cheering. Wherever they were going, it seemed to be to a “main hall.”

When they entered, it was into an enormous meal hall. The place was filled with lots of ill-gained food and even more people partaking in said food. The man who sat at the front was.. Definitely a familiar figure from stories she had been told. Belial Casimir. 

His long hair seemed to be a ratty black. His orange eyes watched over the collective feasters with fervor she’d never before seen. He was the biggest Dekn she’d ever seen in her life. And he held a pitch black revolver in one of his massive hands like he was born to it.

“Sit down,” her fellow Marauder suggested. “It’s meal time, and Boss’ll get angry if we don’t eat. He sacrifices so much to put food on the table for us...”

Despite thinking that she really should get to what she had actually come to Destrus to do-- and what better time than dinner, when everyone else was distracted-- she sat down. Whatever was on the table definitely smelled good, and Shanna was starving. 

When she picked it up to eat, the taste was so good and sharp that it almost seemed to snap her out of her trance. Almost. It would be hard to sneak out with Belial watching, but it could be done. She gestured to her fellow Marauder. "I'll be right back," she replied. "Definitely gonna eat, but… Gotta head to the latrine." Really, Shanna? The old "fake a potty break" trick? Wow. So original.

It did work, though, and she was out of the dining hall in a flash. Now it was just a matter of finding where they kept prisoners. The place really was like a maze, with winding corridors leading to the heart of it all. But she figured that if she kept heading down, she'd find it eventually.

And find it she did. The area where the prisoners kept was miserable. The whole area seemed to grow dimmer and dimmer. She even passed a certain prisoner who seemed to have an odd look about them, and that gave her an almost pitying look. Most likely Ryael, the person who Faust had been talking about also apprehending.

Finally, she came to the last cell, lit faintly by torches. 

Belial had spared no expense on the confines of the man who had ruined his life. Marchosias was strung up with chains binding his limbs tight. His mouth was gagged, his eyes cold and glittering. Yet, to Shanna, they almost held a touch of pain and remorse. 

Immediately, Shanna removed the gag, then focused her efforts on undoing the chains that bound him. She suddenly felt that the events of the past few weeks had all been leading her here, to come to the aid of this man who she had so foolishly hated just days earlier. His eyes seemed to fill with so much warmth towards her, so much love and caring.

She was almost grateful to Franz Irinith-Faust, even as Faust had led Marchosias here. After all, without Faust, she would never be able to know this wonderful man before her. Never would have known what it felt like to lose herself this way.

“My Acolyte,” Marchosias rasped, “my sweet Shanna. You’ve done so well, so very well.” He collapsed to the ground on his knees as she freed him, and instantly she could see the heavy bruises and cuts on his body. Belial had begun torturing him. “Yes, these.. savages.. have treated me quite awfully during my time here. Belial had me tortured for his own amusement. But you’re here, you’ve come to rescue me. I won’t forget that, my dear.” 

He stroked her cheek, and even his touch was enthralling. An adequate payment for her rescue.

"I had to come," she said. "Couldn't live with myself after the way Faust had treated you." She wanted to ask why he'd referred to her as "Acolyte," but thought better of it. The title almost felt like his gift to her. She wasn't about to question it.

He smiled. “Yes, the Irinith boy beat me, and starved me most cruelly. But, it doesn’t matter. Not now, at any rate. Let’s get out of here, you and I, and I can begin to show you a better way. A brighter way.”

Even his eyes drew her in. “My Acolyte... You’ll have a place at my side that most would kill for. That is how I will thank you, and how I can help you.”

He waited for her reply. For a moment, she simply stood in stunned silence. It was an honor beyond her comprehension. After a while, she bowed her head in thanks. "Then I give myself to your service," she replied, the ghost of a smile on her face.

His smile grew, a flash of something darker on his face, as he replied: “You will do wonderfully at my side. I’m sure of it.”

[penthepoet]

Exile

The Court of Masters, usually filled with lurid whispers, was in a quiet lull that day. 

Someone had tried to assassinate none other than the Dekn Emperor himself.

Many were watching the chained and blindfolded Dekn Master at the center of the court. His mouth was ungagged, so at the very least he could speak.

“Granted your station by the Dekn Emperor.. tell me, Master of War and Sight, why would you turn against your liege in this manner?” someone purred as he stalked out of the shadows at the front of the court. 

The Master of War and Sight recognized the voice of this someone, thrashing and snarling. Any Dekn noble would recognize the purr that belonged to the Master of Beguilment, Marchosias Aversen. 

Marchosias shushed the man. “Now, now. Just tell us, my good Master. Why would you turn against your liege-”

“I was framed.”

Marchosias let out a disapproving tsk, shaking his head. “We found you with a bloody dagger, my good Master, standing over the bed of our esteemed Emperor. You had dispatched his guards… quite messily.” he remarked, a hint of distaste in his tone.

“Well. No matter. We’ve examined the evidence. And we will grant you our mercy.”

“For your crimes you will be stripped of all your rank and titles from this day forth, and we will name you Exile. You deserve no better than a bloody death in Destrus, doomed to wander for the rest of your days.” Marchosias continued.

The former Dekn Master snarled.

“This shall be your fate, Belial Casimir.”

Belial was silent. “Take off my blindfold.”

Marchosias ripped it off. He flinched and backed away at the molten glare under the blindfold.

“Marchosias.” “Take him away,” Marchosias hissed.

“I SWEAR UPON ALL THE HETHE, I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!”

Belial was dragged away by royal guards, kicking and snarling.

If one looked closely, one could see the slight spark of fear in Marchosias’s eyes and the tremor in his hand as Belial was dragged out.