#just an amoral curiosity driven guy

[sadlynotthevoid]

Because of that dream I had (mentioned in this post), I headcanon that og!Cale's only fear that applies to himself are teachers. All his other fears implies other people being the one who suffers, but he's deeply scared of teachers.

He's teacher-phobic like some people are clown-phobic and like some little animals are afraid of humans. (Or I to spiders)

In my mind, that's the actual reason he abandoned his studies. He had a whole conversation prepared to convince his father that he could do self-study and have Ron or Hans test him every some months. He was so ready to have to present a whole list of arguments when he ditched his classes.

Instead, Deruth just agreed to it almost immediately. Cale was so shocked that he forgot to tell him about the self-study part.

A few days later, he heard some people talk about how "the young master's behaviour got worse and worse" and how "he refused to have any education at all". Then they mentioned how Bassen was so dedicated in comparison.

So he decided that this misunderstanding was quite useful and let it be.

Anyways, I headcanon this so strongly that sometimes I forget it's not canon.

Everytime I read a highschool AU where og!Cale is skipping classes, I'm like "yeah, I would do that too if I were him". Then I remember that that's not canon, not even in the fic. He's just keeping with his "trashy" persona.

(Although, if the fic doesn't contradict it, sometimes I keep going with my reason instead).

[salted-barbed-wire]

Sacrifice

A 13 Nights Of Halloween story: Night 3

Prompt #9 Spooky- Summoning Demons Featuring- Aleister Black Requested by @indywrestlinglover-life Rated: M- Smut, witch craft, sacrificial magic, demons, death Word Count: 3500+ 

A/N: This is my first time actually writing Aleister so I hope you guys all enjoy this because I had A LOT of fun writing him for this prompt.

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The smell of ink on paper was the greatest thing in the world. Even though I was surrounded by it every day, it never got old. I pushed the cart of returns through the library, skimming over a book that had caught my interest. I had been working in this dusty library for the last few months and it had been a dream. I had all the time in the world to read, seeing as how we were hardly ever busy.

I pushed the cart and placed the last return on the shelf I needed. Checking my watch, I couldn’t help but smile. The library was only open for another hour but it was doubtful to have too many visitors until we closed, especially since school had just started up two months ago. “Plenty of time to finish this.” I sung to myself and I dog eared the page I was on and pushed the cart back to my desk.

Finishing the book I had been skimming through, meant I was going to have to return it. Seeing as how it was close to Halloween I had become fascinated with witchcraft and the history of witches and magic. The idea of conjuring love, luck, spirits with just a few ingredients and some words was a fantasy but an interesting one at that.

THUD

“Fuck!” I hissed as I fell backwards onto the tiled floor from the impact, the book fell onto my head and I saw stars. There was a grumble of curses and apologies then a soft chuckle. A tattooed, thick hand was extended towards me. I looked up to see a tall, heavily inked, bearded man. His smile was wicked, eyes were deep and mischievous.

“You okay?” He asked.

I licked my lips, looking at the way his lip piercing glimmered as he spoke. “Fine. I’m fine.” I told him and took a hold of his hand. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going, usually there’s no one in this section except for me.”

He cocked his head, “You work here,” his free hand pointed to my gold name tag, “(Y/N)?”

The way he said my name was delicious. I nodded, “Yes.”

The corner of his mouth continued to pull up, then his dark eyes rested on the book on the floor. He bent to pick it up. “Interesting read you have here,” he looked over the title then flipped it over to read the back. “’Wicca: Herbal Magic’, hmm? You’re a wiccan?”

“Um..” I drug my lower lip between my teeth, “Just researching out of curiosity really.”

“Curiosity?” He handed me the book back, “Are you interested in magic or gardening?” His tone was mocking.

I put my hands on my hips defiantly, “I just thought it was somewhere to begin. Who are you to judge anyway?”

“Aleister,” He stuck his hand out again to me, “Aleister Black.”

My brows furrowed and I pushed passed him, denying his hand shake. “The library closes in forty-five minutes Mr. Black, I suggest you find what you’re looking for and check out.” I could feel his eye bearing into me as I sashayed away.

“I think I already have.”

I stopped in my tracks and whipped around to face him, “I’m sorry?”

“I mean, I could use some help.” He took a couple slow steps towards me.  “I’m looking for an old book, it might actually be in the section you’d be returning your garden witch book.” His eyes flicked to the piece of literature I held close to my chest, then he shamelessly let his eyes wander down my body before meeting my nervous gaze. “Can you show me where you got that book?”

A gulp and a simple nod was all I could manage before he gestured for me to lead the way. We walked on through the towering bookshelves silently, only the clicking of my heels echoed through the building. They halted at the section marked ‘Personal Interest’ and I scanned for the spot where I had pulled the book from.

“It was up here,” I told him reaching up on to the shelf almost out of reach to put my spell book away. “What’s the title you’re looking for?”

Black drug his index finger along the spines of the books on the shelves, his eyes scanning the titles. He seemed to ignore me as he walked along the row. I took the few minutes I had to take him in completely. His dark hair was pulled up into a bun, shaved on the side of his head. He wore a black button-down dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled. Only some of his tattoos were showing; they were all beautiful. There were a few even peeping out from his shirt collar. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think he was sexy.

“You’re staring.”

I shook my head at his words, trying to force the thoughts of where else he had tattooed. “Not at you.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest and my started to twitch as his grin returned as he skimmed through the names of books in front of him. “Did you need any further assistance, Mr. Black?”

“Ah!” He breathed as his single digit hooked onto the top corner of an old, hard back book. “No I’ve found what I need, and please,” He locked eyes with me, “Call me Aleister.” I felt my heart jump up to my throat from the way he looked at me. I couldn’t hardly breathe as the distance closed between us, his hand tipped under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. “And I’d really like for you to call me, maybe later tonight?”

My eyes widened in shock, “What are you talking about?”

“You’re interested in magic, aren’t you, my dear?” He posed the question still pouring that sinful look into me. “I can show you some real magic if you’d like.”

“Is this a cheesy pick up line?” I tried to joke, “Because I’m not the type-“

Aleister tsked and took a step back, releasing my chin, “No pick-up line.” He tapped on the brown covered book he held, “This will help me. Unlike that gardening book, this right here is an actual spell book. Maybe you’d like to see it first hand?”

My mind raced at a thousand miles a minute. Actual witchcraft? Spell casting? Was it real or was it all just a bunch of “Hocus Pocus.” I muttered aloud without realizing.

“Hmm?” His left eyebrow rose again.

“Oh, no. I meant that I wasn’t quite sure yet. Can you really do magic? Is it all real?”

He nodded, “It is and I can. I’m sure you have plenty of questions.” He held out a business card in front of my face, “If you decide you want a taste of the dark side, give me a ring. I’ll give you my address so you can watch everything first hand.”

----

After checking out Aleister and sending him on his way I had turned the card over in my hand several times while I waited for the last few minutes of work to run down. No one else came in after he said his salutations, leaving me alone to weigh out my options.

I was intrigued, both by him and the idea of seeing magic up close and personal. On the other hand, I hardly knew the guy. What if he tried to sacrifice me? I thought, What if he put a love spell on me? I did a mental eye roll at myself. No way a guy like him would even waste the energy on someone like me, right?

I locked the front doors and headed back to my desk to grab my purse. Aleister’s business card still sat next to my stack of papers. My shoulders slumped and I bit my lip, finally coming to a conclusion of what I was going to do. Was it crazy of me to be considering this?

Flicking the lights to the building off, I swung my purse onto my shoulder and punched the number into my phone, mouthing the numbers off the card. The other line only rang twice, but each rang brought my heart rate up another speed.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” I heard his grin in his voice.

I did yet another eye roll, “Just tell me where to meet you.”

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The address he gave me was to a house on the south side of town. It was an old, Victorian structure with a wrap-around porch and windows that looked like eyes and the door like a mouth ready to swallow me whole. “You sure you wanna go in there?” The driver of the cab that had driven me asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I assured him. “My friend is waiting for me inside.” Friend, I nearly laughed at the word. If only the cabbie knew that I had just met Mr. Black.

I paid my fair and turned my attention back on the ominous architecture that loomed across the lawn from me. The door opened as I took a single step towards the porch and Aleister appeared. He was wearing the same clothes he had been wearing earlier and was sipping from a coffee cup. I felt his eyes never leave me while I walked up the cemented pathway.

“Good evening,” he said simply when I finally reached him. “I’m glad you decided to come along with me, I kind of needed another person to assist anyway. Please, come in.”

His hand raised and he gestured for me to walk through the door into a worn, run down living space. The wood floors creaked under each step I took, there was no furniture and obviously no electricity, considering all the candles that were used to light the room. At the focal point there was a fire place filled completely with white candles of all shapes and sizes. They were all lit and dripping with wax. In front of the hearth, a few pillows and blankets were sat down around chalk markings that had been drawn onto the floor. There were various objects surrounding the mess in front of me.

“Is this your house?” I asked, breaking the silence.

Aleister shut the door, “Not quite. It’s a property that’s been handed down through my family. I have an apartment downtown, this is where I...” he made a face trying to find the word he was looking for. “Experiment.”

“What is this?” I asked him, walking towards the markings on the floor. There were characters that looked like they were from another language, one I didn’t recognize and a giant pentagram drawn at the center.

“This,” Aleister came to stand beside me, “This is the spell I’m trying out.”

“Trying out?”

“Yes, I didn’t have the incantations until I stopped at the library this afternoon.” He walked around the pentagram, his gaze still didn’t waver from where I stood.

“What does it do?” I asked him, locking eyes with him. “And what did you mean when you said you needed another person to assist?”

Aleister set his mug down on the mantle above the fireplace and pulled a book off the shelf. There was a page he had dog ear-ed that his fingers immediately flipped to, “This require energy from two people, I didn’t realize it until I had this book. I thought I had all the ingredients, plus I really was looking forward to seeing you again.” As he spoke, he rounded the circle on the floor towards where I had firmly planted my feet.

“Me?” I blushed.

Black nodded. “Come here,” he beckoned with his hand outstretched to me. I took it and followed him to the front of the fire place where the pile of blankets and pillows sat on the floor. We stopped and he turned to face me, still holding my hand. He brought my knuckles to his lips, “I apologize if I’m rushing things,” he whispered against my flesh. I was sure he could hear the hitch in my breath at the way his scent filled my nose; it was intoxicating.

“R-Rushing what, exactly?” I stammered.

Aleister pulled me to him, wrapping an arm around my waist and pushing on my back so our bodies collided. His mouth met mine feverishly and my whole world was rocked. Our lips mirrored each other’s pecks until his tongue snaked out and flicked along my lower pout. I whimpered and gave him access to my mouth. Aleister took his time, teasing my tongue against his. The cool metal of his piercing numbed my lower lip.

My hands were splayed against his broad chest; it felt strong and hard beneath my fingers- it wasn’t the only thing that was hard between us. The feel of his ever-growing erection pushing firm against my thigh as we kissed had me soaked. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his hips for support. I moved my hands to his hair that had been pulled into a bun and held on tight as he dropped to his knees. The way he held me close as we descended to the pile of blankets was sexy, comforting, and protective.

Aleister laid me gently down against the pillows and he rose up onto his knees. Wordlessly, his fingers began unbuttoning his shirt and he pulled it off to reveal his well sculpted, inked body. I reached up and touched the words printed on his chest. “Diligentia Cresto,” I muttered the Latin phrase. “By diligence we shall lead.” I saw a smile in reward for my recognition of the motto. My fingers moved to the palm on his chest and his hand caught my wrist.

“I’ll teach you the road map of where these lead another night,” he smirked at me then glanced at the small clock on the wall. “We’ve only got so much time.” His strong hands moved to my thighs, trying to push my tight, black pencil skirt up my thighs. I could hear the slit over my left legs tear from the force. My fingers began tugging the blouse over my head, not wanting to waste another second. The overwhelming feeling of lust and need ached in my core.

I whined against Aleister’s lips as the pads of his middle and first fingers rolled over my currently soaked panties. My hands wandered from his shoulders to his pants, attempting to undo the belt and zipper. I struggled and let out a frustrated sigh, Black growled impatiently and undid his buckle, ripping the belt from the loops with great force. My legs got tossed upwards and he threw them over his shoulders and laid down to lower his mouth against my heat. I shivered in anticipation from his hot breath between my legs.

“Zo heerlijk,” I heard from under his breath.

I propped myself up on my elbows, trying to repeat what he had said in my head to detect the language he spoke. “Wh- Ohhh my god!” I interrupted myself as his fingers pulled aside the crotch to my panties and fully attacked me with his tongue. “Oh God, Mr. Black!” I muttered again, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Aleister pulled back and looked up at me with a glint in his eyes, “Let’s not bring him into this, shall we?” And with that, he dove between my legs and continued his assault on my swollen clit. His tongue licked up and then down; his lower lip pouted up against the bud and I whimpered in pleasure. I fell back on the pillows behind me, giving him room to move his hand down to my heat and slide a single digit into my wetness. I moaned and he added a second finger, curling his appendages inside of me.

“Oh, G-.. Yes, Aleister,” I called out as a wave of pleasure rolled over me, trying not to call to any deities in fear of him stopping. He was my only god now.

Aleister sat up on his knees and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “I need that pretty little mouth of yours,” he said, grabbing his cock that was tenting in his briefs.

I sat up and crawled over to him, laying down on my stomach and lining my mouth up with his crotch. He pushed his pants down his hips to the floor he knelt on and took me by my hair, pulling me towards his throbbing member. My fingers hooked onto the band of his briefs and yanked them down gently, allowing his erection to spring free.

It was far thicker and longer than I had thought when I had felt it pressed against me. I swallowed, knowing that it was going to take quite a bit of work to get it down my throat, let alone between my legs. My tongue flicked out along the tip, I heard him groan in response. I gave him a few more kitten licks along his length.

His hand tangled up in my hair and forced me to look in his eyes. “You’re teasing,” he growled. Aleister pushed himself into my waiting mouth while he held my head in place. Slowly he began to thrust in and out between my lips, coating himself in my saliva. The look he gave me as he watched my mouth wrapped around his cock was of pure lust and desire. A shiver ran down my spine as his free hand brushed against my cheek lightly.

“Be a good girl, get my cock nice and wet, and I’ll fuck that tight little cunt of yours until you’re a screaming mess beneath me,” Aleister told me; his voice soft, but his tone was commanding.

I did as I was told when he released my locks, allowing my head to bob on his cock. I looked up and watched his head fall back. Aleister’s moans of ecstasy pushed me on, taking as much as I could of him in my mouth. The tip of him barely brushed the back of my throat and I nearly gagged, backing off and focusing more on the head of him and using my hand as an extension of my mouth.

There was a low, gnarl coming from his chest and his head lowered back to meet my gaze. “Too much for you?” He asked. “Here, let me help.”

He repositioned his hand against my scalp and pushed his throbbing cock into my mouth, the tip sliding down my throat as I gagged and choked. Tears rolled down my cheeks, Aleister pulled out and force me onto my back. His hand trailed down my thigh, just barely touching me with his fingertips. “Good girl,” Aleister praised me. “You’ve proved to be worthy in more ways than one.”

He pushed my thighs apart and pushed his cock against my entrance. I whimpered, “What do you mean by that?” My vision was beginning to get a little foggy; it was like looking through a cloud of smoke around me. There was a ringing in my ears that kept me from pursuing with any further questions.

The moment he penetrated me, the questions of what he was talking about were completely gone from my mind. My eyes rolled back as his hips thrust up into me and he bottomed out. My whole world became euphoric and my orgasm seemed to be within reach. I refocused my gaze onto him.

Aleister’s eyes were rolled back, but he didn’t seem to be focused; in fact, he didn’t even seem to be on this world. The haze covering my senses parted for a moment, I could hear him muttering just barely over the ringing in my ears. It was Latin, being spoken in rhythm, like an incantation.

“Aleister?” I whispered his name, it didn’t seem to shake him, “Aleister, what are you-… Oh!” I cried out when his thumb found its way to my clit and applied pressure. My orgasm rolled through me and my legs shuddered, squeezing his hips. Screams escaped my lips and I arched my back.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through my abdomen, my breath was stolen from me with a gasp. Aleister’s voice had silenced. I felt my muscles twitch and then slouch as I laid down. There, in my sternum, a long blade was buried in between my bosom. My jaw dropped, “What the fuck?” I whispered.

“Grigori, through this vessel, enter.” Aleister commanded. The whole house shook and the candle lights went out, I could feel my life fading and blackness invading my body. I wasn’t sure if the cold that nipped at my skin was from death’s hands pulling me to the other side, or if it was Aleister’s spell. I took a breath, and exhaustion began to lull me into the void.

Just as my life began to fade, I saw Aleister’s eyes turn completely black and a voice that was not his own speak to me one last time.

“Thank you for your sacrifice my sweet one, too bad I can’t keep you around to play some more. Perhaps you and Mr. Black will get some more private time in hell…”

[vitaganiedae]

Meyers-Briggs Types as Villains

ENTP: You probably wear a suit you can’t afford, which is probably why you’re so pissed off at all the assholes who keep bleeding on it. Fast-talking, combative, snarky, utterly amoral. You lack both the drive and the discipline to start your own villainous super-syndicate, which might involve paperwork, but your sharp analytical mind, flashes of inspiration, and cavalier attitude towards human suffering make you a boon to any evil overlord. Just stop picking apart their world domination master-plan before they feed you to the piranhas. You enjoy lounging just to the side of the action, interjecting one-liners and practicing your smirk, and you may be mistaken for the faithful lieutenant. But you have little allegiance to any one philosophy or regime. You’re driven by curiosity, self-interest, and sheer love of the game; your loyalties are always…negotiable. You weasel out of tough situations and you’ll survive the final showdown. You may even be well-positioned to take over as Big Bad, but more likely you’ll end up on the run from everyone–good guys, bad guys, mobsters, doomsday cultists–because at one point or another you have betrayed all of them.

ENFP: Genial public figure with a sinister secret identity. You spend your days shaking hands and cracking jokes as a politician or philanthropist, but come nightfall there you are at the waterfront in your fancy mask, torturing smugglers and guards in your quest to take over the black market. People describe you as funny, affable, charming—and you are, right until you’re not. They’re always so surprised when the blood splatters. You’re driven by a cause, a vendetta. Maybe at one point you even convinced yourself you were doing what had to be done. But here’s the secret: you get bored. You like drama. You want to feel important, unique, alive, and at some point giving toasts at charity dinners and basking in the adulation of sycophants just wasn’t cutting it, and next thing you know you’ve got an elaborate underground lair and a cinematic plan for the destruction of your foes. Your people skills mean you’ve never had trouble recruiting followers, but you’re independent and secretive, so you run your minions on a need-to-know basis and keep the circle of trust small. At some point you’ll let your delusions of grandeur get the best of you and dramatically self-destruct. But don’t worry, people like you can always play the system. You’ll be back.

ESFJ: Secretly evil Regent or Queen Mother to the young heir to the throne. You’re polished, elegant, beloved by the people, and capable of justifying any act of cruelty with a casual shrug and a line about protecting your charge. You value loyalty and love those in your care, but you see them as extensions of your own will as much as individuals in their own right. Any threat to your influence over them will be promptly removed—childhood playmates, sweethearts, and favorite tutors all have a habit of abruptly disappearing. You project an image, and you know the value of regal costumes, and yes, you may occasionally send pretty and virtuous rivals into the woods never to be seen again. You value tradition and hierarchy, and you’re a master of using social expectations to your advantage. You’re perfectly competent when it comes to the day to day business of ruling, so why shouldn’t you hang on to power indefinitely? Well, maybe because you take any insult, real or imagined, way too personally. Which usually means–curses, how did that dismembered corpse get in that moat?

ESFP: Dispossessed heir plotting grand revenge. Once upon a time you had it all: glory, good looks, drinking buddies, and the sure favor of the monarch/mafioso/general/real-or-surrogate-parent-figure. But there’s a fine line between spontaneity and poor impulse control, delegating responsibility and blatantly shirking work, a sensual streak and, like, constant orgies. Maybe you were exiled in disgrace, or maybe you just took some mild criticism really hard. Anyway: you lost the respect of the people who mattered–no, it was STOLEN from you, stolen by that brown-nosing goodie-two-shoes hero, and payback will be sweet. What does payback look like? Long-term planning isn’t your strong suit. But you’re energetic, practical, popular, and really good at getting people to do what you want. You have a dramatic side, so whatever form your vindictiveness takes is likely to be creative and extremely entertaining– you can’t stand boredom. But the self-indulgence and lack of self-awareness that got you into this situation might trip you up in your moment of triumph, or the lackeys you rely on may slip from your control. Beware bumbling policemen, clever serving maids, pure-hearted young lovers, and getting distracted by all of those orgies.

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