Corrupted Taint

[gigglincactus]

“Prince. How long will you remain the protected, When the king has left protecting the people to you?”

[corruptedgod]

" So, I'm told that you a hellhound of your very own? I can't say it would be an easy feat for a non-demon such as yourself to care and train one to listen to your every whim... but I suppose persistence would pay off if you had the mind and the patience for it. In any case, do you have any prior experience with animals that might help? "

“I’ll have you know that I was in the possession of a vampire of my very own– and I was the best ‘master’ out of all the other celestial beings I’ve come across whom happened to claim ownership over various living entities mythical or otherwise!! I’m so ready for a hell-hound!!! Come on.. I’ll take your ward out and be nice to him if you do this for me.”

[corruptedgod]

sukkubxs·:

      how her heart swells at such words! never had she been around another deity as kind and loving as he. to think that the god in her arms had helped shaped her into the guardian she was today, had shown her such unbridled passion and love compared to all others! cäcilia wasn’t sure what twist the fates had brought, but she welcomed it with open arms. amadi had been both a blessing and a curse at first, but now he remains her stronghold, her partner above all else. it didn’t matter what the rest of his flock said: she belonged to him and he belonged to her. 

      “such powerful words you speak, my love, and so early in the morning! alas, i have naught a thing to ask of you. so as long as you aren’t planning to leave this bed anytime soon, i have no complaints.” 

Shrouded in the light from this divine realm her cuddles feel like the only touch of heaven; warm, natural, and cozy. If it was within the acceptable parameters of his power, he would extend the time just, so he could stay close to her for mere moments longer, safe within this small space of their embrace. She gives him hope for the future—a hope that extends beyond the partnership they have. In his mind they are a testament to what the opposing races could be, they were a better option for the future. She was the first in this realm to usher a calm within his heart, and he knew all too well what it felt like when she left, and those turbulent emotions were whipped into a frenzy once again. However, in this moment he knew he had nothing to fear for she was within his embrace.

I’ve a love within me for you that is unfathomable, it’s as if you’re the last of my kind. It’s as if you alone speak the same language as I,one which no other has or will be able to learn. You are a reminder that solitude is not heroism, and that with you around I no longer have to be alone. How is it that you are so much more than divine? How is it that you preform miracles that no other can? Who could love me more than you? So, my ‘little one’, know this- while I still exist within any plane of existence, I am yours in body,mind, and soul.

[corruptedgod]

sukkubxs·:

       she was no stranger to council meetings. she’d attended them as a human, when she was forced to become a demon, and even now, where she stands tall and proud as god’s left hand, as his protector. nary a soul dared raised their blades against her, for her worth had been proven many a time. the look in her eyes is cold, calculating, constantly scanning the conglomerate of archangels for the slightest twitch of the brow, the faintest movement of the fingers. in fact, she remains so focused that she almost misses out on amadi’s words entirely, cäcilia catching the tail end of them before she realized that he was speaking to her, was asking her what she thought he should do. the brief moment of shock that splashes across her face is reciprocated by the other angels, although they all have the decency to quickly hide it before their heir could say much else. 

      “you’re asking me, my lord?” are the first words from her mouth, an incredulous tone in her question even as she cautiously takes the empty seat to the left of him. here, she addresses him as my liege, my lord, never amadi. that, she’s learned, is a privilege to be used only behind closed doors. she knew he didn’t particularly mind, but the others did, and cäcilia already walked on very, very thin ice. “–i’ve never seen the problem with knocking humans down a few pegs. nothing drastic, mind you, for that would only make matters worse. but perhaps a reminder that you are ever-present, ever-watching them and their actions. it will be because of their dedication and love for you that they unite under one roof to repair the damage that has been done, but now with a cautious hand.” 

The very atmosphere around the collected beings was so brittle it could snap, and if it didn’t many dreaded that the ‘god’ might.  They carried about as if they could sense the corruption within the cavity of his chest taking over. It was as if the silence of his soul had permeated from within him and spread throughout the collective throng of ‘divine’ beings. For where mere moments ago this was all anyone was speaking of, anything to ease the terrible burden of worry that his ‘humani’ flock had placed upon them. But now with the god’s answer mere moments from ripping through the collective silence—the once boisterous and ‘well-intentioned’ enclave had become a hushed crowd of expectancy.

“I would like to begin by giving thanks to all those who gave voice in this decision, and to note the fact that Uriel will be commemorating our ‘newest brethren’ to this council in a future meeting. Now,on to the more pressing matter, we will provide my flock with a choice; they can either offer up one of their own as the previous holder of my position once did on their behalf, and it will serve to wash away once more the paltry sins of the populace. However, if they wish to stand in unity as is their right they can all merely suffer once and save one from the cruel fate of my wrath alone. Upon this answer we have reach our final destination with this topic.

[lunaciies-archived]

@corruptedgod | x

          “ When was the last time you took care of your own personal hygiene? It smells like you haven’t left this room in weeks… Paperwork is one thing, but right now you’re in desperate need of a shower and a fresh change of clothes. It’s gotten bad enough to the point where even your archangels are complaining. ”

[corruptedgod]

His hair was barely combed back into a messy ponytail, and ash was literally smeared across his cheek and forehead. With his shirt ripped and jeans caked with an ambiguous substance from one of his excursions prior to holding up within his study, truly there was never a moment recently when dust and various substances weren’t covering the young ‘god’. However, he was perfectly okay with it.

“I'm merely a vessel of divine design, my work cleanses me.”

[corruptedgod]

sukkubxs·:

      her eyes open slowly, carefully at first, fully expecting yet another audience giving her judgmental looks, demanding that she get out of the bed and begin her duties for the day. but no, there’s none of that, and instead she’s greeted by a lithe, lean body sitting up quietly in the bed, hair sticking out in sleepy early morning tufts. where was he going, she wondered. cäcilia remembered checking their schedules the night prior, and she distinctly recalled a large gap before either of them were required elsewhere. 

she intended to make use of such time in its entirety. 

      reaching out, cäcilia catches his hand before he’s able to leave the bed completely, fingers entwining with his in a silent plea for him to stay. she looks up at him with a sleepy smirk and desire in her eyes, “amadi, i must insist that you stay with me for a few more hours. the angels aren’t expecting you for a few more hours at least; will you really waste an opportunity to spend time with me and go do work instead?” and with that, she gives a hard tug, happily welcoming the body that tumbles atop her shortly after. 

He twined his arms about her waist pulling her up close against his chest upon her insistence to have him atop her. His palms gently gliding through her locks, as those cerulean orbs gazed upon her in a way that had never been meant for any other than her. Her eyes were flames in the night,their light speaking of a passion that was unknown even to this realm, a pure dark desire. Though, those small acts of love and lust were only the beginning for he could feel the goosebumps lining his skin, the ones that hinted that at this very moment that nothing else within any realm mattered except her.

                 “My angel, within you I have been saved myself so for once allow me to serve you, with my hands I shall carry out your will.”

[corruptedgod]

The council spoke of harmony and love among the masses under which ‘god’ governed. They spoke of peace and simple joys, of the pursuit of happiness for all the beings under his benevolent reign. They spoke of ways to live without greed, corruption and the need for ‘contracts’ with beings of their ‘partner realm’. In their own words it was their mission to lighten the load upon the heir of this   divine realm’s shoulders—but he remembered all too fondly the times when this amalgamation of people was merely a limiter used to constrain and restrain him.  However, now they rallied behind him, which is why his next words held no hesitation and carried with them the softness and compassion that only she was privy to the meaning of.

You've personally been witness of the terrifying things that grow within the hearts of people whom claim to be made in my image, in her image; of its insatiable hunger for whatever it is it wants. You know the ways in which that organ stops and starts, and how it can whimsically throw away a realm of sanctity for a temporary pleasure that merely stirs the embers in a human’s whimsical life. So, by my word and what I can only assume is the unanimous decision of a council whom covet love among all those ‘governed’ under their god, take your seat among our people and tell us what you believe the proper course is.

[lunaciies-archived]

@corruptedgod | x

          “ I swear, if you throw this game… I have quite a significant amount of money riding on you. Do not screw this up. ”

[corruptedgod]

“You could always pray that I win-- just like he prayed to me that he would.” 

[corruptedgod]

carnal-snake:

      Humming, Mukuro’s lips slowly drew into a playful smirk, picking up on the fact that he didn’t really answer her question, but worked his way eloquently around it。 「Hmm, I think my answer would be the same as your’s,」 she responded as she picked up her drink, the ice clinking in the glass as receptacle shifted。

      「There are plenty of things I wish to change or would be changed but〜 we all can’t have everything we want, huh〜？」 Another playful smile was given to him before she took a light pull of her drink, setting the condensation decorated glass back on the stained bartop。

This female reminded him of how little he had yet to see with his eyes, how much those whom inhabited this realm were seemingly phantom images of his mother. It was in the way she pedaled back his very words with the cloak of originality, whilst not allowing the conversation to deepen and develop in depth without his having added to it. She was an anomaly amongst the various patrons whom drabbled and droned about with countless meaningless and fruitless conversations—and he was determined to delve deeper until he understood that with which had stumbled upon him.

         “I’m not so arrogant as to deny your claim-- nor am I foolish enough to believe that one whom can say that so casually has a hard time acquiring that with which she ‘wants’.

[corruptedgod]

I’m back ^~^ 

[corruptedgod]

pescaprincipessa:

She sensed power; whoever this stranger might be, they were most definitely not from here or anywhere close. She could not sense whether his intentions were cruel of peaceful so she was on her guard. Could this be someone from Bowser’s Kingdom or perhaps it was someone else.

Finally, he spoke and his words filled her with both surprise and confusion.

❛ Forgive me, but I do not understand what you mean. ❜

The silence now pregnant descended upon them as the male mused over her question— for his insight into her realm; it’s hardships,saviors, and even the quirks that made it unique came from his own divinity. Divinity,with which he felt unable to properly convey to her, for who was to claim ‘godhood’ to one whom carried themselves as a goddess. Likely carrying within her more traits of the one whom came before than he himself; a being whom was magnificent,graceful, and ‘persuasive’—able to paint an infinite miasma of scenes and possibilities with mere words. Motivating not only nations, but worlds to follow and give faith unto her and thus allowing her to provide bright skies to those dwelling within gloom. However, where his words might fail him, maybe the power inherent within him might succeed, shining light on the 'gloom’ his presence in this realm seemingly brought. Though, it would not be by his will that these events came to past for the answer to her question hinged upon her taking his now outstretched hand.

                                           “I’ve no right to ask

                                                         but trust me.”

[corruptedgod]

pescaprincipessa:

-ˏˋ @corruptedgod       .      sc !

❛ Oh my ! ❜ It slips out with a smile, head tilted to the side as she carefully approached the stranger. She shone like the sun, dazzling and beautiful. ❛ I’ve never seen you before, what brings you to the Mushroom Kingdom ? ❜

Hair, the color of uncultivated ebony, fell like midnight rain over his fair features. Ethereal energy surrounded his being as he stood there musing over her question for a mere moment-- before allowing his head to dip slightly in the inclination of a bow; which produced the veiled feelings of respect for her position.

             “I’ve heard your calls for a savior,

        I believed it only proper I answer you with more than a plumber.”

[corruptedgod]

Within this blanket of darkness, it was ironic that having her within his arms felt like the touch of heaven he had been missing, warm, natural, and right. If it was within his power he would have extended the night just so he could have held not only her but this moment for just a little longer, for despite his position he felt like nothing could touch him with her here. His arms wrapped around her right now brought a peace to his soul that sadly he found hard to find in his daily life, a calming of the storms that lingered over his heart. Within this moment he started to genuinely believe that there was nothing to fear, that all the troubles between their ‘kind’ could have a resolution. Regardless, as usual he had to leave, even if his departure was simply to venture into the lavish kitchen that he would be sure to take advantage of—a fact mad apparent by the aroma of croissants, breakfast stir-fry, and an all other confectioneries he thought her ward could possibly imagine for a breakfast on what was suppose to be ‘his’ holy day Sunday.

Though, for such a generous gesture more than a modicum of care was made in the final bout within the confines of a kitchen he was slowly becoming accustomed too, a smooth dark roast, topped with a smooth rich creamer that contrasted with the mug that sat atop the counter-top with the others he’d taken out for him and the newly acquired ward.

His gesture now coming to completion he sat upon his usual perch and smoked that which would now be allowed within his realm—the act still bringing with it a sigh, one which fogged against the panes of the glass as he sat on the ledge flexing his powers to keep the mundane smell of smoke from interfering with the natural aromas of delicacies he had permeating through the studio.

                        “You know, waking up next to you was much sweeter than the brew I made. Though, you might want to wake your ward from his slumber. Waking up to me might not be such a great start for him.”

[corruptedgod]

     「Well, you aren’t wrong,」 Mukuro hums softly, her attention turning towards the stranger。

      「But what I’m curious about is which law you want to be changed and why〜？」 A smile curling on her crimson painted lips, Mukuro always seemed to attract the most interesting conversation partners。 Which she wasn’t complaining about, it often made her evenings a lot more interesting when she went bar hopping。

He inhaled slowly, his system responding to the foreign elements of the smoke, and he felt his lungs being cocooned within the warm embrace of his divine powers. Taking long, slow drags as his eyes watched as the smoke twisted in an ambiguously artistic way that mirrored the emotions within him, forming curls and interweaving patterns that seemed to form translucent curls in the gloom, illuminated only by what he could only be considered ‘modern’ bar lights. Wishing with every fiber of his being that the hue of amber liquid on the walls behind his tender held more than human swill, he wished for something that could dull or pierce through that heavenly veil he wore. However, for one in search of distraction it came as a surprise to the ‘god’ that it would come from one of the very beings that frequented this location—but who was he to be particular about what averted his attention at this point even one whom had overheard his accidental vocalization of that which troubled him.

                  “I’ve many unspoken and spoken laws I would change—though one as knowledgeable as you must have a much more practical answer for laws can and should be changed.”

[corruptedgod]

He inhaled slowly, his system responding to the foreign elements of the smoke, and he felt his lungs being cocooned within the warm embrace of his divine powers. Taking long, slow drags of the thing that had once been a habit picked up from his ‘mother’, he felt delighted, that he was still able to bring a piece of her with him despite having 'grown’ far from where they once stood together. Delight that was tempered by the being whom had once come across him lost within a state of pain, anger, and weakness.

                                    “Why is it whenever I feel fucked up here

                                                                             you seem to find me?”

[valarandir-blog]

ooc. anyone willing to reblog this small self promo of a D&D OC multimuse that’s currently under construction?

[corruptedgod]

In this room interwoven with speckled light and shadow the young god lingers close enough for his ‘left hand’ to breathe in his scent. The full length of his body quickly coming to be against hers; pressing her body deeper into the very bed that they had come to share, his fingertips already gliding across her horns like smooth alabaster. However, those fingertips must have carried a flame unknown even to this realm, they must have, for wherever they touched they left soft tingles in a wake of fuzziness and warmth. Feelings that evolved and matured as the ‘god’ continued with his acts, seemingly oblivious to the notion of sin these acts carried—something that would be all to obvious to her as his fingers curled around her horns pulling, exploring, and imprinting the feel of them beneath his palms as he became lost in the act.   For, for someone whom had been forced if not willingly to savor and partake in all that which his once newly appointed realm had to offer—why would he stay himself from that which was seemingly far more precious than any delicacy he had been presented here. Thought that not only fueled his next acts, but made them possible; for now, it seemed his very body was all around her caging her in, warm and strong—his lips not only vying for horns but finding purchase upon them allowing his fangs that had vied for presence to graze across them in wanting. Unable to imprint upon one whom he assumed had only benignly graced his selfish request to satiate his curiosity.