Mary-Anne Beckett is reading on the roof of the tavern. Since she’s arrived, multiple people have gone missing.
Tengen walks over to the Inn in his true demonic form, climbing up to the roof and sitting next to them. He’s nearly entirely drenched in the blood of others, fresh, his rage visibly fading.
Mary-Anne Beckett is reading on the roof of the tavern. Since she’s arrived, multiple people have gone missing.
Tengen walks over to the Inn in his true demonic form, climbing up to the roof and sitting next to them. He’s nearly entirely drenched in the blood of others, fresh, his rage visibly fading.
She sets down her book, the Maledictus Pandemonius.
“how many did you kill?” She asks simply, turning her doll head to Tengen.
Mary-Anne Beckett is reading on the roof of the tavern. Since she’s arrived, multiple people have gone missing.
Tengen walks over to the Inn in his true demonic form, climbing up to the roof and sitting next to them. He’s nearly entirely drenched in the blood of others, fresh, his rage visibly fading.
She sets down her book, the Maledictus Pandemonius.
“how many did you kill?” She asks simply, turning her doll head to Tengen.
He sighs, looking over to them, “More than I was ordered to. Hello to you too Mary-Anne.” He says, putting his blade down.
Mary-Anne Beckett is reading on the roof of the tavern. Since she’s arrived, multiple people have gone missing.
Tengen walks over to the Inn in his true demonic form, climbing up to the roof and sitting next to them. He’s nearly entirely drenched in the blood of others, fresh, his rage visibly fading.
She sets down her book, the Maledictus Pandemonius.
“how many did you kill?” She asks simply, turning her doll head to Tengen.
He sighs, looking over to them, “More than I was ordered to. Hello to you too Mary-Anne.” He says, putting his blade down.
Mary-Anne Beckett is reading on the roof of the tavern. Since she’s arrived, multiple people have gone missing.
Tengen walks over to the Inn in his true demonic form, climbing up to the roof and sitting next to them. He’s nearly entirely drenched in the blood of others, fresh, his rage visibly fading.
She sets down her book, the Maledictus Pandemonius.
“how many did you kill?” She asks simply, turning her doll head to Tengen.
He sighs, looking over to them, “More than I was ordered to. Hello to you too Mary-Anne.” He says, putting his blade down.
” How… have you been?”
“I’ve been, doing the same thing I’ve been doing for what? Centuries now? Maybe a millennia or two? I’m not suffering as much as I used to.”
Mary-Anne Beckett is reading on the roof of the tavern. Since she’s arrived, multiple people have gone missing.
Tengen walks over to the Inn in his true demonic form, climbing up to the roof and sitting next to them. He’s nearly entirely drenched in the blood of others, fresh, his rage visibly fading.
She sets down her book, the Maledictus Pandemonius.
“how many did you kill?” She asks simply, turning her doll head to Tengen.
He sighs, looking over to them, “More than I was ordered to. Hello to you too Mary-Anne.” He says, putting his blade down.
” How… have you been?”
“I’ve been, doing the same thing I’ve been doing for what? Centuries now? Maybe a millennia or two? I’m not suffering as much as I used to.”
“That’s an improvement, at least. What’ve you been up to since we last saw each other?”
Mary-Anne Beckett is reading on the roof of the tavern. Since she’s arrived, multiple people have gone missing.
Tengen walks over to the Inn in his true demonic form, climbing up to the roof and sitting next to them. He’s nearly entirely drenched in the blood of others, fresh, his rage visibly fading.
She sets down her book, the Maledictus Pandemonius.
“how many did you kill?” She asks simply, turning her doll head to Tengen.
He sighs, looking over to them, “More than I was ordered to. Hello to you too Mary-Anne.” He says, putting his blade down.
” How… have you been?”
“I’ve been, doing the same thing I’ve been doing for what? Centuries now? Maybe a millennia or two? I’m not suffering as much as I used to.”
“That’s an improvement, at least. What’ve you been up to since we last saw each other?”
“I met another demon that I don’t despise, other than that much hasn’t happened. How about you?”
He goes back to taking things inside, carrying many crates in his shoulders “Ah let’s get inside first.”
“Oh, He did, though he didn’t have the time to write about it. Eating him felt disgusting, he wasn’t even that charming.”
Mary-Anne Beckett is reading on the roof of the tavern. Since she’s arrived, multiple people have gone missing.
Vanilla, half asleep, is eating a freshly baked brownie, sitting next to a bright fire in the snow.
Tengen walks over to the Inn in his true demonic form, climbing up to the roof and sitting next to them. He’s nearly entirely drenched in the blood of others, fresh, his rage visibly fading.
She sets down her book, the Maledictus Pandemonius.
“how many did you kill?” She asks simply, turning her doll head to Tengen.
He sighs, looking over to them, “More than I was ordered to. Hello to you too Mary-Anne.” He says, putting his blade down.
He rolls his eyes, chuckling with them. After a little while everything is inside and set up “Ah, a beautiful home.”
“You’re… the meal I haven’t had the chance at for a long time.” She says, taking one of their hands
” How… have you been?”
“I’ve been, doing the same thing I’ve been doing for what? Centuries now? Maybe a millennia or two? I’m not suffering as much as I used to.”
“That’s an improvement, at least. What’ve you been up to since we last saw each other?”
“I met another demon that I don’t despise, other than that much hasn’t happened. How about you?”
Thirteen is writing at the bar, drinking his green tea serenely.
Mauric is making his daily frittata, trying to create one so perfect it would drive him to tears.
Loriche has made too many magic chains and is trying to think of a usage for them.
Riotan is lying on the porch, cold and sluggish.
Eito is floating on their back in the lake. Their light shines through the water, a ghostly star in a nightly expanse.
Malafasa is flying around, filled with internal turmoil.
Yod is practicing archery with a bunch of different-sized fruits lined up on a fence two hundred feet away.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*woopoe*
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
*deep*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*posted characters, they're up for everyone*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.