He's got, wit he's got charm. But when he gets rough he'll break your arm. He's got taste, manners and grace, But when he gets tough he'll slit your face.
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thedevilsadvxcate:
As the man struggled and told him that he was going to bring down hell and pain down upon him, all Dimitri could do was laugh. “You haven’t seen anything from me, Sebastian. You have rained down hell and pain upon my brother and I for years. I assure you, these are no parlor tricks. This is all very real.”
As he spoke Niko stepped forward and grabbed the knife from midair and thrust it into Sebastian’s abdomen, twisting the blade deep.
The bracelet Dimitri wore thrummed violently against his wrist, he could feel it just as much as he could feel his own pulse racing in his throat. It made him feel even more powerful as his illusion of Niko pulled the dagger out and lifted it.
To Sebastian the blood dripped from the knife almost as if it were real, the scent of it heavy in the air especially as the knife whizzed through the air, making contact with his throat, slitting it open.
Dimitri however saw the slight sheen to his illusion, it shimmered in his view, allowing him to manipulate it however he saw fit. With the barest movement of his hand he made the illusion speak, the bracelet growing warmer as he watched the illusion.
“All I ever wanted was for you to treat me like I was your son. For you to tell me you were proud of me, so tell me, Father, are you proud of me now?”
As the illusion did its job Dimitri began walking around the church, he’d look at certain corners and a fire would light, blazing up and catching curtains on fire. As he circled around Sebastian he grabbed the dagger from his illusion of Niko, by this point blood dripped from his nose and down his chin, staining the shirt he wore. The one still speckled with Niko’s blood.
“I’m proud of him, he was my brother, he was the reason I planned all of this. So I could give him a better life. So that I could get him away from you. But you had to take control from him one more final time, didn’t you? You had to beat him within an inch of his fucking life!”
As Dimitri screamed the flames climbed even higher up the churches walls, licking at the foundation of the ceiling. Wooden pillars creaked and groaned as the heat from the flames caused them to expand.
“You’re going to die here, I’m going to kill you just like I killed my brother. But don’t worry, you can keep your powers. I won’t taint my power with the likes of your pathetic magic.”
With barely another pause Dimitri thrust the dagger through Sebastian’s torso, all the way up to its hilt, he watched Sebastian with a morbid curiosity, watching the fight leave him it made Dimi take a step back, stumbling against one of the pews as his vision swam.
Swallowing hard he turned his back on the mans limp form, he felt lighter as he stood with his back on the dying man who had taken everything from him. Tilting his head back, his eyes on the ceiling as he opened his mouth to scream again, the windows of the church shattered, air whooshing in causing the flames to burn even higher, enveloping the entire building as he walked towards the doors, forcing them open as he exited the church as flames billowed out behind him.
Covered in blood and ash he made his way away from the church, as the foundation finally began to crumble he felt the hold Sebastian Arguello had on him his entire life finally fade away.
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Sebastian let out a garbled snarl as the thing wearing Nikolai’s face stabbed him, his breathing laboured and he screamed as it was twisted. He stared at the blade as it dripped with his blood. As the blade ripped across his throat he reached out a hand to stop it, feeling like he couldn’t breathe, the scent of blood thick in the air. In that moment, he wanted to throw up. Wanted to rip Niko and Dimitri from limb to limb. To hell with what his daughter thought. She’d learn one day. He didn’t deserve this, any of this. He deserved everything he’d fought for.
He just stared at him as he approached, as the heat of the fires made him sweat. He wanted to remember his face, every inch of it. He’d find a way back. He’d destroy him. And if he went anywhere near Clara, he would find a way to make sure his life wasn’t worth living.
As the dagger was thrust in deep, his back arched, not screaming, not giving him the satisfaction.
“I’ll see you in hell, Dimitri. Very soon.”
With that, he closed his eyes.
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thedevilsadvxcate:
When Dimitri was frozen in place he felt his rage spike even more, glaring at the man in front of him as he spoke. At the mention of Nikolai’s parents his teeth grit together. “You have no right to talk about his parents, about my father!” He shouted, willing all of his strength to inflict pain onto Sebastian.
Breaking free from the spell used to freeze him in place Dimitri lifted a hand to force him through the wooden podium and against the large statue behind it.
Dropping his hand Dimitri grabbed the dagger at his waist, pulling it out, still stained with his brothers blood. Lifting the dagger he stared at Sebastian before throwing it straight towards him. It soared through the air before halting suddenly right in front of him. The tip of the dagger touched his throat.
Dimitri turned his head to look towards the pillars on either side of the statue, he watched as Sebastian’s head turned to follow his gaze and they both watched his brother step out from behind the pillar before Dimi’s gaze moved back to Sebastian to relish the look on his face.
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“I have every right to talk about your father! He was a snake, a rat, and didn’t deserve what he had, what he stole from me.” He snarled, ready to rip into the little bastard in front of him before he felt his body cramp in agony, and he fought to fight it, glaring at Dimitri. How pathetic that he thought he could be stronger than him.
Nevertheless, he felt his body slammed into a statue, grunting at he tried to pull himself to his feet. Before he coul react, a blood-soaked dagger flew towards him, and he could feel it tickling at his throat.
“Very cute parlour tricks, but that’s all they are.” He snapped, though his breathing was ragged. He’d kill this bastard the same way he killed his brother, then he’d leave. Take Clara and go. Because fuck this town, it wasn’t worth it. Razor could do whatever he goddamn pleased with it.
Seeing Dimitri look over, he stared as Nikolai came into view, and he narrowed his eyes. “You’re dead. I took care of it myself. Now Dimitri, you let me up or I swear I will bring hell and pain the likes you can’t even imagine upon you.”
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ofdeliverance:
While the sight of his daughter seemed to help Sebastian relax slightly, her father’s presence only served to make Clara tense further. “Niko called me…” Her voice was distant, brown eyes fixated on the blood that covered the other. “…He wanted to talk…” Sebastian’s words didn’t help Clara, the younger witch shaking her head as her hands began to tremble, tears rolling down her cheeks when she closed her eyes for a moment. Whatever sense the Zatara leader thought he was making, it was clear his daughter didn’t agree.
Clara pushed Sebastian’s hands away, stepping back. “He was my flesh and blood, Papa,” she argued, anger visible in her gaze when she looked up at him. “Niko would never hurt me. And he would have listened to me if I asked him not to hurt you!” Her breathing became labored, the shaking of her hands worsening. “…You knew how much my brother meant to me, and still you killed him. All because he bruised your ego. Because it was more important to be a leader than to be a father!”
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“Clara, your brother was a liar. He wanted to take us down, to hurt me, to take over the coven with Dimitri. He was turning everyone against our family, he had to be stopped, so I could give you the life we deserve.” He stared as she only got more upset, swore that Niko wouldn’t hurt him if she told him not to, and he shook his head, repeatedly.
He’d never lay a hand on his daughter, not like he did Niko. He never would either. From the moment he had proof that she was his, that his wife hadn’t lied to him this time, he told himself that she would rule with him one day. This would be her coven. It was her birthright, and he’d destroy anyone trying to take that away from them.
But he wouldn’t have her talking back to him, either.
“He wasn’t like you and I. We’re Arguello’s, we’re built from something stronger, something more powerful. The world is ours for the taking, my sweet girl. I know he meant a lot to you, and I know it will hurt for some time. But you’ll grow up and you’ll see that this had to happen. I’m your father, Clara, and I am telling you to trust me.”
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thedevilsadvxcate:
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Using the same spell that had lead him to his brother dying in an alleyway Dimitri tracked Sebastian to a church, the idea sickened him. The fact that the man had attempted to murder his brother and then went to a church. Did he think that would absolve him of his sins?
To Dimitri it didn’t matter, because God wouldn’t be on either of their sides tonight. With the blue moon full above him he threw the doors of the church open as he entered it, his eyes searching the pews before he found Sebastian at the very front and conveniently alone.
“You killed my brother…” The words were followed by the doors being slammed shut as Dimitri walked forward.
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Sebastian had come to the church for the silence, a brief reprise before he headed back out into the town, to attack, and hurt whoever came upon him. Dark magic, of course, and finding any way to have it lead back to the little witch bitches that ran the occult shop. His location was a joke, of course - there was no God, and if there was, he would have no time for a man of questionable morals such as Sebastian Arguello. Even his daughter’s tears weren’t enough for him to find guilt in his actions. He certainly wasn’t here to confess to sins he didn’t regret committing.
Hearing the doors thrown open, he stood in the aisle, staring at his second in command, boredom across his face as the doors slammed close. With a wave of his hand he froze Dimitri in place, rolling his eyes.
“No one likes melodrama, know your place. He was going to backstab us all, you said yourself there was someone that couldn’t be trusted. You weren’t dealing with his insolence, so I took matters into my own hands. As disrespectful as his parents, that boy.”
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ofdeliverance:
Zeldris watched him from the shadows, following the Zatara leader as he walked away from the bloody scene behind the tattoo parlor and made his way through the woods. The brunette remained in the darkness for a few minutes longer, quiet and undetectable, enchanting whispers muffled by the gusts of wind. Once the blue moon was at its peak, she stepped out into the forest and made her presence known to the witch, coming into view when he spoke to her.
The nephilim’s appearance however did not resemble herself at all. Instead, in front of Sebastian stood his youngest child (the resemblance was immaculate), her eyes glistening with tears as they met her father’s. “…You’d hurt me too, father?” Clara’s hands were red, stained by the blood of her own brother, prove she was already aware of what Sebastian had done. “…Discard me in some alley like you did with him?”
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Sebastian was prepared to rip whoever was lurking in the shadows from limb to limb, but seeing his daughter step out from behind the tree, his shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, and he started to walk towards her. That was, until he heard her words, and he stopped, seeing the tears in her eyes. Inwardly, he cursed.
“And you, my sweet poison ivy, were supposed to stay home tonight.” He said, raising his eyebrows in disappointment, taking a few more steps towards her. “Niko was going to hurt your papa, hurt you. I did it to protect us, I won’t apologise for that, I will always keep you safe. I would never do that to you, you’re my flesh and blood.” He attempted to reach forward, to take her bloodied hands in his.
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“Tsk, tsk, Seba,” the Alpha werewolf answered from the darkness—eyes glowing a crimson red, claws tipping his fingers and teeth sharpened as he looked from behind a tree.
“Any reason you couldn’t leave your garbage elsewhere?” the werewolf questioned. Far as they had spoken, the Zatara Coven and the Blood Moon Pack were meant to cooperate. “This clean up will be on the house,” he added, trying not to let the full moon control him, although his muscles rippled uunder his skin as the beast demanded to be freed. “Next time, it’ll be 30k.”
He could think of a thing or to do with the body, looking to ruffle Spear’s feathers next.
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Sebastian rolled his eyes as the Alpha werewolf came out of the shadows, arms folded. Admittedly a better location could have been chosen, but there wasn’t time to think.
“You know how I get when I’m angry, the matter had to be dealt with then and there. So long as you and yours were nowhere near the scene, I don’t see it being a problem.” He muttered, darkly. “I was warned that there was someone in my clan who couldn’t be trusted. To find out that my son wasn’t just a pain in the ass, but a traitor as well made me feel sick. So I beat him so hard they won’t even be able to recognise him. Should’ve rung his neck the second I knew he wasn’t mine.” The blood could’ve been washed off his hands, but he didn’t see the point.
“Deal with the body after the full moon, I feel as though your pack are going to enjoy it. Something feels different about it, Razor. More charged. If I can feel it, you must be desperate to let go.”
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Sebastian walked through the woods, the strength of the moon, the energy in the very air was electric, and with his hands stained with blood, he chuckled, feeling indestructible. He remembered how Dimitri had warned him of a traitor, and with who the traitorous one was, he strongly suspected why exactly Dimitri had told him to leave it alone.
But thankfully, now his ungrateful brat of a son was dead. He’d left him behind the tattoo parlour, after beating him to death, and he couldn’t feel any more unstoppable if he tried.
Hearing a rustling, he uttered a tracking spell, a faint green mist visible only to him showing the aura of the other. “Come on out, I won’t hurt you that much...” He taunted, his hand on his dagger as he paced in the person’s direction.
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“People get hurt so often this time of year. It is as if they believe themselves invincible because they see the world through a haze of tinsel and baubles.” Forrest sighed, rubbing at his forehead as if that would get rid of the headache that had come from the exhausting shifts he’d been pulling. He had no great love for Christmas, especially after he’d split from his partner, but he wasn’t actively against it. The exhausting shifts full of exponentially increasing injuries - both major and minor - were just not effective in lightening his mood. It wasn’t even the week of Christmas yet and people were already chopping off fingers trying to get their own tree and falling off roofs for the sake of some lights. “I do not envy the hospital staff this time of the year.”
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“Surely it’s all natural selection.” Sebastian mused, hearing the complaints of the other who was sitting at the table beside him - he didn’t seem to be talking to anyone in particular, so it didn’t seem rude to butt in. “If people want to do stupid things for the sake of stupidity, that’s up to them. Seems fruitless, for traditions that don’t belong to them in the first place.” Though, he mused, history was full of humans who took what didn’t belong to them. “If I were you, I’d just drive away.”
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lovclychaos:
kelly raised an eyebrow at his question, she scoffed. “ for your surprise, i don't have customers but clients , i’m a lawyer ” she mused, that was an exaggeration since she was just a legal secretary yet, her title said something else. “ are you this rude to everyone, or you decided i'd be the perfect target or your morning mood ? ”
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“Lawyer? You look about fifteen.” Sebastian said, raising an eyebrow, calming his rage for the time being - not because she didn’t deserve it, just because it wasn’t worth being harassed by the other humans in the shop for picking on a poor, innocent girl. “Nevertheless, I’m sure my mood will be greatly improved once I’ve had my morning coffee.”
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Sebastian had been doing his asking around of the local coven, and from what he could tell, he was unimpressed. The typical do-gooder “do no harm” bullshit that he heard from far too many, most of which he was sure were afraid of the power they possessed. He’d caused harm plenty of times, and there’d never been any comeback on him.
Entering Clear Crystals, he perused the shelves silently for a few minutes, thankful that the annoying blonde from last time wasn’t around. Finally he turned around to face the woman at the counter, smiling.
“What’s the most interesting item you have in the shop?”
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18. Do they have any holiday traditions?
He's always hosts a big meal for the coven in late December - less because he enjoys the holidays, but moreso as a show of power.
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Growing up did their parents celebrate anything?
No traditional Christian festivals, though they'd be more focused on solstices, and any that had an increased focus on ritual, or when magic would be at it's strongest. Sebastian does very much the same, focusing on Yule rather than Christmas, though if Clara wants to do anything seasonal, he lets her drag him along, begrudgingly.
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What do they like the most about the winter holidays?
Mainly just Yule, the coven focusing on spells and rituals afterwards to take advantage of the longest night of the year.
What is their least favorite holiday dish?
Turkey. It's dull and repetitive, and he'd rather something fancier - and often he does, insisting on duck or another bird.
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alphcapexpredator:
“Wanna kiss it?” Razor teased in return at the witch’s question with a chuckle. “Whatever blood he left on he, he burned right off,” the Alpha werewolf sighed. “I got his scent, so I can get you something of his.” However, a location spell didn’t sound too useful to the werewolf. It sounded like it had the same function his nose had.
“… Huh… You don’t know much about them either, do you, Seba?” Razor assumed with a smirk. “I’ll keep it a secret,” the werewolf promised with a grin. “A location spell will do for now…” He trailed off, thinking of Mara, Lilith and Nyx… Maybe they had some knowledge on the pesky little fucks.
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“I’ve not encountered one, no. And while I’m very well read, I much prefer to see things with my own eye before I believe everything I read.” He shrugged, raising his eyebrows at the other. “A location spell will at least give you an idea of it’s daily routine. Your scent is impeccable, I’m sure, but it can’t tell you the places he likes to drink, the friends and family he has. I’m sure you could get a few of your omegas on the case, but why involve more people than you have to? You wouldn’t want your pack to know there’s something you don’t know, right?” If he wanted to be cocky, Sebastian could be just as cocky right back.
“I should go looking for my pain in the ass son... You have my number whenever you need me, Razor. Don’t be a stranger.”
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Levi gives a mild shrug of his shoulders, “People don’t know much about history anymore these days, though I assure you I have little doubt I will make it further than that.” He had hopes and if the tides turn he had other means to keep his place in office if need be. “Its the fresh air and sites or well that is how we at town hall certainly express it.” The nemeton had a huge part to play that was for sure and the fact there was another, it bothered Levi that Spear had it hidden away on their land. “Well we appreciate your thick blood, sticking around when things seem a little dark. After all things are always their darkest before the light or whatever the expression is.”
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“I’m sure the expression is something like that.” He chuckled, pouring himself another drink, and sitting back in his chair. “I’ll also be having several... friends coming to join the town as well. We all have a strong stomach, and I trust in your law enforcement to deal with these little issues sooner rather than later.” Though he’d have loved to see these bodies himself, to take anything useful he could find on them. “Apologies, you must be tired of talking about work. What do you do to let your hair down when you aren’t at the office then?”
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kelly had been busy, trying to remind herself how she had to call a couple of her boss’s clients when she got back. but the second she heard someone talking behind her made she realize that she was holding up the line. “ i already apologized, and it’s something i shouldn’t have since it’s something normal ” she said turning to look at him. “ i didn’t ask for that kind of observation ” kelly flashed him a fake smile. “ you should ask for a tea instead of a coffee, i don’t think with that mood caffeine will help much ” she said calmly.
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at her, taking an instant dislike. He had no time for mere children with attitudes the like of hers. “What job do you do then? I’m sure you wouldn’t speak to customers or clients with that tongue.” He said, raising his eyebrows. He didn’t comment on her criticism of his choice of drink, holding his own tongue, lest a hex come from it.
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It was a quiet night at The Rumblin’- or rather, as quiet as it could be, given the music that blasted from the speakers, a bass line so deep that Hannah could feel it thrum in her chest. She knew that as the night went on, more and more people would come by, but she was enjoying the stagnancy at the moment. A lull in customers meant she could wipe down the bar or chop up limes and oranges and other fruits that usually ended up getting throw out at the end of the night. What a waste, she thought to herself as she rinsed off the cutting board.
Hannah was debating if she should step outside for a moment, get some fresh air before things really got busy, but out of the corner of her eye she spotted someone making their ways towards the bar. And just like that, Hannah straightened and smiled. Hello. I’m here to serve you and I’m so damn thrilled about it.
“Hi, what can I get for ya?” She was supposed to be nice, and friendly, and non-judgmental of the customer’s drink of choice, a conversation her manager had already had with her once this week, but Hannah couldn’t stop herself. “Just- don’t tell me you want a negroni. Sbagliato. With prosecco.”
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It hadn’t escaped Sebastian’s notice that his coven were slowly making their way to town, something she’d be addressing with those that weren’t there yet, making it clear that he wasn’t asking them if they wanted to, he was telling them. And that was all the orders they should need, knowing it was coming from their leader.
Stepping into the bar that he’d tracked Hannah down at, he smirked as she saw him, chuckling at her customer service smile.
“You needn’t use that on me, sweetheart, if I were working here I’d want to hex every other person who came through the door as well.” He chuckled, sitting at the bar, handing over a twenty dollar bill. “Surprise me with whatever this will cover for two, and sit and have a few drinks with me while it’s quiet.”
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