It's a beautiful night... @bxrdofhermes - Tumblr Blog

❛ served me? correct. well? debatable. every task i give you seems to end with murder and malicious intent and while in some instances i believe that is warranted, there are times more often than not where you purposely intermingle the mission with your own twisted bloodlust. you’d do well not to blame me for such delusions, beast. ❜

bxrdofhermes

❝I hardly blame you. There is simply nothing I enjoy more than bearing witness to your magnificent bloodlust. It makes my own blood boil in my veins.❞

His jagged mesh of teeth seemed to exude moonlight itself as they flashed at her from the shadows, the draw of his cloak’s hem against the dusty floor a hushed echo of his words.

❝–your pretty Hellsing hands are scarcely as clean as you profess, my Master. And it’s just as well-- for I have no desire to serve such a woman.❞

#iironwill #[ ok but ]#[ she likes killing people too lbr ]

iironwill

❛ as i’ve expected no less from the beast. good work i suppose. dare i ask just how messy said assignment became? how many calls should i expect from central command. ❜

bxrdofhermes

❝That hardly sounds like you have any confidence in me. Have I not served you well all these years, Integra? Besides, we both know all too well that you relish every drop of b l o o d I spill in your name.❞

#iironwill #[ now where would the fun be in keeping it clean? ]

ourladyofiscariot

@bxrdofhermes

“Ahhh, look who it is~! It’s been such a long time. I know, I know, I’ve aged super g-gracefully.”

bxrdofhermes

❝Nonsense. There’s nothing more exceptional in this world than the progression of humanity. You’ve never looked lovelier, Sacristan.~❞

#ourladyofiscariot #[ EYYYYY ]

ironcladvalkyrie-deactivated201

I knew all of what he was telling me, and it was luring me to sleep much like a fairy tale that has been told over and over makes children forget their fears, but a part of the story picked my curiosity and drove me back into full attention. It was that and the upset tone in his voice, so unusual in someone who had lived centuries and was rarely fazed by anything anymore. These details were not in books, and my grandfather had not driven them out of him through torture, either because he could not do it or because he had not cared about them enough to waste his time. I pondered for an instant why I had the interest at all myself, and attributed it to mere curiosity and the need to understand this creature better. Before I could think any further, the question had been said out loud.

“Why did only one come back? What was the reason that one saw them as his enemies and the other as his allies?”

I knew I was going into personal territory, and wondered whether he would recoil and go back to his normal, smug self, or, even further, whether his anger would boil and spill over, and I would have to become firm again. Either way, the question had already slipped past my lips, most likely aided by the sleep deprivation.

bxrdofhermes

There was no hesitancy behind her inclination; no, she had never shown a shred of that in his regard, nor anyone’s. But he finds that in the midst of the details of his own downfall known so well to him, he doesn’t mind sharing the details with her. His legend is so vastly known through lore and literature... but so few know it to be his. Only the woman behind that desk did.

His expression doesn’t shift as his blood red gaze soaks in the reflection of the moonlight bouncing off her silver hair, and the weariness that weighs down her frame as sleep threatens to force her submission. Yes... that had been the point when he’d begun, hadn’t it? The folds of his coat billow out around him as his back abandons the wall, dark boots severing the shadows that the night had cast across the floor. His motions were slow and sure as he drew the chair back from her desk and drew her up. Wordlessly, gloved hands slipped beneath the hooks of her knees as he pulls her up to his chest in a stalwart carry; the night was finally taking her, and he suspected heavily that she would find a more comfortable respite in her bed than at her desk.

❝...because one was content to allow his people to be oppressed, and one desired the country that was taken from him. One was resigned to fate, while the other objected. One was content to be a servant...❞

His voice was like velour as the syllables resonated through the wide, ornately embellished space of her bedroom. He settled her weight into the down comfort of her bed as the weight of impending sleep began to weigh on her expression. His expression is unreadable; the silk of her quilt brushes the base of her chin as he draws it up over her, his imposing form looming over her like a shadow-- was a monster still truly a monster if it kept you safe? ...yes. It was.

❝...while the other... was a King. ...you should rest, now.❞

#ironcladvalkyrie #[ barely alive ]

iironwill

❛so.. what have i missed? report.❜

bxrdofhermes

❝The assignment has been completed per your specifications, oh Master-- The target has been silenced.❞

#iironwill

What does a beast do when he's thrown in a cage?

❝It depends on the beast. But most commonly-- he sharpens his fangs, and waits for one foolish enough to o p e n it...❞

#[ sure miss this blog ]#ares-nilo

#[ rolls through here like a tumbleweed ]#[ I miss this blog ]#outofcasull

poet-q

There was a man once who fired arrows at the stars to beg for the Gods’ attentions, and so many called this madness and so many laughed but I saw the plumes flying and could only see a savage man’s hope for a mercy he knew not of.

There, There, Titus (via shakespeareismyjam)

#;;Only a Man Can Hope to Queue a Monster

ironcladvalkyrie-deactivated201

As I listened to him, my body had relaxed enough for me to be using my hands to rest my chin. It was a story that I knew well, yet he had never humored me by telling it himself. I felt like he was no longer looking at me but through me, reaching for memories that hung in the chaos of eternity. “Please do continue. I am interested in knowing what happened to the royal children. Were they the king’s only heirs?” I was so used to seeing him as the shadow in my basement that it was easy to forget that he had once belonged to humankind. Nonetheless, with his royal past came a cruelty that could not be blamed on monstrosity. Alucard was, in a way, a monster because of who he had been when he was a man, and it was possible that he had never truly been a man at all. How many monsters were like that, hiding underneath flesh and bones?

bxrdofhermes

There was a language that was spoken solely between them; it often felt as if speech were altogether unnecessary. For a much deeper understanding existed between the two than either had likely shared previously with any other. She knew of what he spoke, and softly did she urge him to continue, the first remnants of a mystified weariness evident in the tired set of her shoulders as his gaze left them behind in favor of the moon.

❝...no. He had one other legitimate child who was the eldest. He sired countless other illegitimate children that could not serve as heirs. But of the three legitimate children, two of them were the ones he sent away-- sired by the same mother, his second wife.❞

Memories often faded over time, becoming fuzzy and indiscriminate. But others did not; some grew sharp like knives, forever torturing the mind and soul that possessed them.

❝...those two were kept for several years as hostages of the Ottoman Turks, where they were educated in the Quaran, the Turkish language, logic, warfare and horsemanship with the intention of conditioning them to join the Ottoman ranks upon the completion of their time as hostages. And upon disobedience or rebellion against their captors and oppression, they were ...severely punished. One eventually converted to Islam and entered Ottoman service...❞

There came a soft pause that spoke more volumes than any words he could offer possibly could have. And the words that followed were steeped in a wine of bitterness and hatred that had been fermenting for sheer centuries.

❝...while the other returned to Wallachia to succeed his father’s throne with the intention of keeping his country independent from those whom had oppressed him.❞

#ironcladvalkyrie #[ sweet dreams kiddies ]

sayaarchive-deactivated20151004

♕–; “It’s not a just place. I used to think that it was but it really isn’t. There’s no changing it.”

bxrdofhermes

❝Men do not change; mankind, no matter how long they drag their wretched forms across the Earth or how many generations that succeed them... it is the same.❞

#sayaarchive #[ screech I know this is from what is now an archive but ]#[ WHERE'D YOU GO ]

lifesparks-deactivated20160619

they’re my family.

not by something as ACCIDENTAL as blood.

– BUT ONE MADE BY CHOICE.

#;;Only a Man Can Hope to Queue a Monster #;;Master #;;Police Girl

bookish-boo

He smiled, such a soft, smooth, diabolical smile that I knew there was some trick behind his smoothness.

Dracula by Bram Stoker (via brideofsparda)

#[ always reblog Bram Stoker ]#;;Only a Man Can Hope to Queue a Monster

"What do you know about therapy?"

❝That it is for those society deems insane or troubled. That it is widely ineffective and simply a tool used to validate one’s self. And that more often than not, it is unnecessary, were the suffering party only to have a sympathetic ear to burden their troubles with.❞

#ourladyofiscariot

your master is very attractive. do you plan to give her heirs, alucard?

❝I should safely assume that she would sooner eviscerate my organs and feed them to ghouls than allow a monster like me to even entertain such a thought.❞

He balked a laugh.

#Anonymous