Their eyes shine with teenage fan girl interest, clasping each other’s hands slightly, their horns setting ablaze “Yer THE Brand? Really?” They sit down among the family, looking at all of them with that same interest, smiling wide with the sharpest teeth anyone shouldn’t ever have.
"Mn, I wouldn't expect my name to reach your ears." He said. Suddenly, his body convulses, his flesh tearing as something underneath bubbles. Suddenly it bursts, his family now bowing their heads.
Before the Valentine Sisters are standing before a massive pit-fiend esque devil. His skin is ptich black with golden veins running up his entire body. His massive maw drops golden ichor from gods long dead. His millions of eyes stare down at them, snorting out smoke from his nose.
Their eyes would shine brighter, but with the inky blackness that is their eyes, smiling from ear to ear, literally, the flesh of the mouth’s torn to shreds as they look to the devil, their claws digging into each others hands slightly “Wow! It really is ya!” They both look at each other before looking back to them before stopping “Wait, did ya say Sparrow had a wife?”
"Yes. Stroth Blackwood. Bloody scourge to me and my family." He said, shifting back, fixing his jacket "I know you two want to kill Sparrow and so I thought I should ask, kill two birds with one stone."
They take a moment to consider it, looking in each other’s eyes before nodding in unison “Sure, we’ll help ya, but we need ta stop a few people first. A snake demon, an’ a cute little strugel. They are both real dangerous, especially the strugel.”
"Don't worry about that part. I have plans for both of them." He said, cracking his neck. "If Felix is never alerted, therefore he never finds out. Riotan will find out and come to save them, he is rather easy to take down."
They both nod again “Okay, so it’s settled, we’re gonna kill ‘em both, do ya want ta keep their souls? Do ya want a room to stay in? We’ve got some guest rooms that we don’t use fer torture.”
Their eyes shine with teenage fan girl interest, clasping each other’s hands slightly, their horns setting ablaze “Yer THE Brand? Really?” They sit down among the family, looking at all of them with that same interest, smiling wide with the sharpest teeth anyone shouldn’t ever have.
"Mn, I wouldn't expect my name to reach your ears." He said. Suddenly, his body convulses, his flesh tearing as something underneath bubbles. Suddenly it bursts, his family now bowing their heads.
Before the Valentine Sisters are standing before a massive pit-fiend esque devil. His skin is ptich black with golden veins running up his entire body. His massive maw drops golden ichor from gods long dead. His millions of eyes stare down at them, snorting out smoke from his nose.
Their eyes would shine brighter, but with the inky blackness that is their eyes, smiling from ear to ear, literally, the flesh of the mouth’s torn to shreds as they look to the devil, their claws digging into each others hands slightly “Wow! It really is ya!” They both look at each other before looking back to them before stopping “Wait, did ya say Sparrow had a wife?”
"Yes. Stroth Blackwood. Bloody scourge to me and my family." He said, shifting back, fixing his jacket "I know you two want to kill Sparrow and so I thought I should ask, kill two birds with one stone."
They take a moment to consider it, looking in each other’s eyes before nodding in unison “Sure, we’ll help ya, but we need ta stop a few people first. A snake demon, an’ a cute little strugel. They are both real dangerous, especially the strugel.”
"Don't worry about that part. I have plans for both of them." He said, cracking his neck. "If Felix is never alerted, therefore he never finds out. Riotan will find out and come to save them, he is rather easy to take down."
They both nod again “Okay, so it’s settled, we’re gonna kill ‘em both, do ya want ta keep their souls? Do ya want a room to stay in? We’ve got some guest rooms that we don’t use fer torture.”
"No, my family and me have our own home in the Wrath ring that we stay at. I wouldn't want to sully your home." He said, chuckling "Their souls, I will concede his to you but I keep hers."
“Oh wait no I’d be in debt to you?” He pauses as he was about to reach out and take it. “Hm. Well now I’m reconsidering.”
“…that does not clarify.”
“Do… you want me to join your cult?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
He grins wide “Of course you would be, shouldn’t have told me how valuable it would be to you huh?” He says, putting it back in her pocket.
“Yer in love ya numbskull!”
“Do you WANT to join my cult?”
“You don’t put a demon in debt.” Riotan grumbles, slumping against the bar again. “Nice try.”
“…oh.” They look very taken aback.
“I have literally nothing better to do, so maybe.”
“It seems you don’t know the level of stupid choices I’m willing to make, maybe I’ll get you next time. Damian Alterious. Nice to meet you.”
She slaps their back, smiling wide for them.
“Oh good!” Rio smiles and runs over to John. “So basically, the entire point is hedonism. You need to understand that your duty is to disregard the chains of society and focus on yourself and enjoying the worthwhile things in life. Which can equate to wanton sex and indulgence, but there’s more than that.”
“Riotan, nice to meet you. I’m the Misery Eater.”
Eito whirls around, drawing their shortsword. “You seek violence?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sable is outside now that it is nighttime, reading under the moonlight. He looks rather fine, no one would notice he was starving himself. He is dressed in a white button up dress shirt, a blue waist coat, and a pair of black breeches. He appears to be reading a book of the historical markings of death and it's many forms.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, his body flaming slightly with wisps of burning red fire dancing across his skin. He is mad, it's not hard to tell.
Home has somehow wandered away from Loriche camp and is now standing in front of a currently almost rotted away Guilt House. He stands right at the border to it, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He throws in a match and suddenly the place as alight.
Sable is outside now that it is nighttime, reading under the moonlight. He looks rather fine, no one would notice he was starving himself. He is dressed in a white button up dress shirt, a blue waist coat, and a pair of black breeches. He appears to be reading a book of the historical markings of death and it's many forms.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, his body flaming slightly with wisps of burning red fire dancing across his skin. He is mad, it's not hard to tell.
Home has somehow wandered away from Loriche camp and is now standing in front of a currently almost rotted away Guilt House. He stands right at the border to it, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He throws in a match and suddenly the place as alight.
Thirteen is also outside reading, Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan watches him, standing a few meters away and behind him.
Loriche walks over to stand next to him, looking into the flames, a little concerned.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sable is outside now that it is nighttime, reading under the moonlight. He looks rather fine, no one would notice he was starving himself. He is dressed in a white button up dress shirt, a blue waist coat, and a pair of black breeches. He appears to be reading a book of the historical markings of death and it's many forms.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, his body flaming slightly with wisps of burning red fire dancing across his skin. He is mad, it's not hard to tell.
Home has somehow wandered away from Loriche camp and is now standing in front of a currently almost rotted away Guilt House. He stands right at the border to it, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He throws in a match and suddenly the place as alight.
Thirteen is also outside reading, Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan watches him, standing a few meters away and behind him.
Loriche walks over to stand next to him, looking into the flames, a little concerned.
Sable can practically smell him and he is so so hungry but he doesn't so anything.
Samaritan roars in rage as he bashes his head against the bag a few times before tearing it off the hook and throwing it sideways.
“Oh wait no I’d be in debt to you?” He pauses as he was about to reach out and take it. “Hm. Well now I’m reconsidering.”
“…that does not clarify.”
“Do… you want me to join your cult?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
He grins wide “Of course you would be, shouldn’t have told me how valuable it would be to you huh?” He says, putting it back in her pocket.
“Yer in love ya numbskull!”
“Do you WANT to join my cult?”
“You don’t put a demon in debt.” Riotan grumbles, slumping against the bar again. “Nice try.”
“…oh.” They look very taken aback.
“I have literally nothing better to do, so maybe.”
“It seems you don’t know the level of stupid choices I’m willing to make, maybe I’ll get you next time. Damian Alterious. Nice to meet you.”
She slaps their back, smiling wide for them.
“Oh good!” Rio smiles and runs over to John. “So basically, the entire point is hedonism. You need to understand that your duty is to disregard the chains of society and focus on yourself and enjoying the worthwhile things in life. Which can equate to wanton sex and indulgence, but there’s more than that.”
“Riotan, nice to meet you. I’m the Misery Eater.”
Eito whirls around, drawing their shortsword. “You seek violence?”
He raises an eyebrow “I don’t have anything holding me back from doing all that anymore, so I guess I’ll give it a shot, I’ll be part of your cult.”
“Misery eater? I’m not sure if you should be starved or full here.” He chuckles.
She spreads out her arms out before hugging them tightly “I ain’t tryin’ ta fight, sorry ‘bout makin’ it seem that way.”
Sable is outside now that it is nighttime, reading under the moonlight. He looks rather fine, no one would notice he was starving himself. He is dressed in a white button up dress shirt, a blue waist coat, and a pair of black breeches. He appears to be reading a book of the historical markings of death and it's many forms.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, his body flaming slightly with wisps of burning red fire dancing across his skin. He is mad, it's not hard to tell.
Home has somehow wandered away from Loriche camp and is now standing in front of a currently almost rotted away Guilt House. He stands right at the border to it, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He throws in a match and suddenly the place as alight.
Thirteen is also outside reading, Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan watches him, standing a few meters away and behind him.
Loriche walks over to stand next to him, looking into the flames, a little concerned.
Sable can practically smell him and he is so so hungry but he doesn't so anything.
Samaritan roars in rage as he bashes his head against the bag a few times before tearing it off the hook and throwing it sideways.
He turns to her "It needed to be destroyed."
Thirteen walks over to him and takes a platter of scones out of his satchel, setting it beside Sable and then returning to his original seat.
Rio walks up behind him, worried. “Samaritan…?”
“I know. Just stay clear of the fire. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh wait no I’d be in debt to you?” He pauses as he was about to reach out and take it. “Hm. Well now I’m reconsidering.”
“…that does not clarify.”
“Do… you want me to join your cult?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
He grins wide “Of course you would be, shouldn’t have told me how valuable it would be to you huh?” He says, putting it back in her pocket.
“Yer in love ya numbskull!”
“Do you WANT to join my cult?”
“You don’t put a demon in debt.” Riotan grumbles, slumping against the bar again. “Nice try.”
“…oh.” They look very taken aback.
“I have literally nothing better to do, so maybe.”
“It seems you don’t know the level of stupid choices I’m willing to make, maybe I’ll get you next time. Damian Alterious. Nice to meet you.”
She slaps their back, smiling wide for them.
“Oh good!” Rio smiles and runs over to John. “So basically, the entire point is hedonism. You need to understand that your duty is to disregard the chains of society and focus on yourself and enjoying the worthwhile things in life. Which can equate to wanton sex and indulgence, but there’s more than that.”
“Riotan, nice to meet you. I’m the Misery Eater.”
Eito whirls around, drawing their shortsword. “You seek violence?”
He raises an eyebrow “I don’t have anything holding me back from doing all that anymore, so I guess I’ll give it a shot, I’ll be part of your cult.”
“Misery eater? I’m not sure if you should be starved or full here.” He chuckles.
She spreads out her arms out before hugging them tightly “I ain’t tryin’ ta fight, sorry ‘bout makin’ it seem that way.”
Rio throws his arms in the air and whoops. “YES!” He yells. “Also forgot to mention the sadomasochism but that’s a minor component don’t worry about it.”
“Oh I’m full. I just need to consume suffering to sustain my stolen power.”
Eito stands rail-straight and accepts the hug mutely. “I don’t know how to feel about this.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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“I have literally nothing better to do, so maybe.”
“It seems you don’t know the level of stupid choices I’m willing to make, maybe I’ll get you next time. Damian Alterious. Nice to meet you.”
She slaps their back, smiling wide for them.
They both nod again “Okay, so it’s settled, we’re gonna kill ‘em both, do ya want ta keep their souls? Do ya want a room to stay in? We’ve got some guest rooms that we don’t use fer torture.”
"No, my family and me have our own home in the Wrath ring that we stay at. I wouldn't want to sully your home." He said, chuckling "Their souls, I will concede his to you but I keep hers."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Oh good!” Rio smiles and runs over to John. “So basically, the entire point is hedonism. You need to understand that your duty is to disregard the chains of society and focus on yourself and enjoying the worthwhile things in life. Which can equate to wanton sex and indulgence, but there’s more than that.”
“Riotan, nice to meet you. I’m the Misery Eater.”
Eito whirls around, drawing their shortsword. “You seek violence?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I love that Disney is selling coca-cola for 5$*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*The Mouse deserves no pity or love*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Wendi.*
They nod, before getting up and waving them goodbye, heading to prepare for killing their brother, skipping away.
*We shall cut him open and feed on his rich guts.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Good end?*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Sable is outside now that it is nighttime, reading under the moonlight. He looks rather fine, no one would notice he was starving himself. He is dressed in a white button up dress shirt, a blue waist coat, and a pair of black breeches. He appears to be reading a book of the historical markings of death and it's many forms.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, his body flaming slightly with wisps of burning red fire dancing across his skin. He is mad, it's not hard to tell.
Home has somehow wandered away from Loriche camp and is now standing in front of a currently almost rotted away Guilt House. He stands right at the border to it, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He throws in a match and suddenly the place as alight.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I would say so, I have to leave soon.*
*delicious*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen is also outside reading, Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan watches him, standing a few meters away and behind him.
Loriche walks over to stand next to him, looking into the flames, a little concerned.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*awww man, i was hoping you could stay on longer*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sable can practically smell him and he is so so hungry but he doesn't so anything.
Samaritan roars in rage as he bashes his head against the bag a few times before tearing it off the hook and throwing it sideways.
He turns to her "It needed to be destroyed."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He raises an eyebrow “I don’t have anything holding me back from doing all that anymore, so I guess I’ll give it a shot, I’ll be part of your cult.”
“Misery eater? I’m not sure if you should be starved or full here.” He chuckles.
She spreads out her arms out before hugging them tightly “I ain’t tryin’ ta fight, sorry ‘bout makin’ it seem that way.”
*Sorry dude, be on tomorrow though, see you then man.*
(you want to rp wendo)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Thirteen walks over to him and takes a platter of scones out of his satchel, setting it beside Sable and then returning to his original seat.
Rio walks up behind him, worried. “Samaritan…?”
“I know. Just stay clear of the fire. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rio throws his arms in the air and whoops. “YES!” He yells. “Also forgot to mention the sadomasochism but that’s a minor component don’t worry about it.”
“Oh I’m full. I just need to consume suffering to sustain my stolen power.”
Eito stands rail-straight and accepts the hug mutely. “I don’t know how to feel about this.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.