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Most of the time, MC views their friends and lovers as normal civilians, just people trying to get by. But, of course, there are times where they can't help but remember that they're the elites of the elites.

Lucifer's red eyes are glowing through the shadow casted by the dark alley where a low-level demon thought it would be nice to stand in his path, "Huh?" He mumbled to himself then scoffed "Huh." they sounded the same to you, but the way he looked down at the demon, it surely is different treatment from how he is to you.

It's insane how much Mammon treats other people. Sure, you've come with him to play in the casino before, but this is your first time entering a... Private room. And surely, this is your first time seeing someone, Mammon, go crazy while playing Russian roulette. His beautiful laugh boomed inside the room as his opponent is about to pull the trigger, the suicide shot. "Haaah, shit! This is the type of shit I live for!" He laughed as he nuzzled on your neck while waiting for his opponents brain to scatter on the wall.

You thought Leviathan is just an extreme case of introvertness, but obviously—it's not just that. "Yeah, yeah..." He mumbled, bored, as countless nobles came to greet the head of the navy. But there was this one interesting occurance, a noble that held his hand. Sure his composure was commendable but as soon as the noble turned its back, his hand covered his mouth and you saw a glimpse of him stick his tongue out as if vomiting. Your eyes widened. Soon, maids started hurrying to his side, changing his gloves and spraying his hands with alcohol. "Opportunistic pigs... I hate greed demons." You heard him whisper, obviously not intending for you to hear.

Satan was the type to stay calm and often as a gentleman, maybe to you only. During one meeting between some nobles though, he looked particularly mad. "You sure have a lot to say." He suddenly gave off a threatening smile as he fix his position on the seat, then all of a sudden—splat. That disgusting sound rang on your ears as the head of the noble was blown away and then you saw a familiar tail coming from under the table that pierced the nobles head strong enough for it to blow away.

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It’s always bothered me a bit that Lucanis gets something for everyone but Rook when you spend some time with him so:

Grey Warden: “Rook, take this. A silverite dagger, it even has a Griffon engraved into the handle. I know you have your own weapons but doesn’t hurt to have a backup, especially with the darkspawn we have now.”

Veil Jumper: “Rook, here, a puzzle box! Looks like it’d fit right at home in Arlathan, do you think they solved it or are just selling it because they failed one too many times?”

Shadow Dragon: “Ah here, look, Rook. A bottle of agreggio pavali, just for you. Hopefully it’s a taste of home for you. A good year too, maybe we could crack it open when we get back to the Lighthouse.”

Lord of Fortune: “Can’t say if this tops some of your usual plunder but, here. This necklace looks like it suits you, the merchant said it had quite the story to go with it.”

Mourn Watch: “I can’t say I really know what would interest a necromancer here in the market. So I hope these bangles will suffice instead, they even have little skulls on them.”

Antivan Crow: “Now what kind of homecoming would this be for you if we just settled with coffee? Here, a ring, twist it like so and you have a compartment for hiding a lethal dose”

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What I like to think the gifts look like <3

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It’s always bothered me a bit that Lucanis gets something for everyone but Rook when you spend some time with him so:

Grey Warden: “Rook, take this. A silverite dagger, it even has a Griffon engraved into the handle. I know you have your own weapons but doesn’t hurt to have a backup, especially with the darkspawn we have now.”

Veil Jumper: “Rook, here, a puzzle box! Looks like it’d fit right at home in Arlathan, do you think they solved it or are just selling it because they failed one too many times?”

Shadow Dragon: “Ah here, look, Rook. A bottle of agreggio pavali, just for you. Hopefully it’s a taste of home for you. A good year too, maybe we could crack it open when we get back to the Lighthouse.”

Lord of Fortune: “Can’t say if this tops some of your usual plunder but, here. This necklace looks like it suits you, the merchant said it had quite the story to go with it.”

Mourn Watch: “I can’t say I really know what would interest a necromancer here in the market. So I hope these bangles will suffice instead, they even have little skulls on them.”

Antivan Crow: “Now what kind of homecoming would this be for you if we just settled with coffee? Here, a ring, twist it like so and you have a compartment for hiding a lethal dose”

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Little drabble about my second Rook, just a peek into her life a few weeks before she was kicked from the Watchers.

The deep chill of the stone halls was always a welcome greeting after a trip to the surface, especially after such an extended one. She breathed deep the smells of myrrh and stone, more comforting than the rain soaked cobble of the world above. Her footsteps echoed hollowly down the hall as she made for another set of stairs, the Memorial Gardens had moved again in her absence, though located just in time for the ceremonies to be performed.

She wasn’t going for rites and ceremonies, however, just to enjoy the peace the gloom brought. Another turn and she was passing through another hallway, empty besides the usual vases and storage. Though, something felt… off. 

A heavy feeling rested on her shoulders, sinking deep into her bones until it settled in the pit of her stomach. The dead ahead of her were restless, each step forward made the feeling more pronounced. This pit was her least favorite part of being a Watcher, the more violent dead were more an annoyance. But this? That sinking misery that grew with every breath towards that door? Pure torture.

Oh, she could handle the miserable spirits, coaxing them back to their rest before they got themselves destroyed. But these felt like the beginning trappings of something more. The garden would have to wait. 

A flick of her wrist and the door was opening before she even reached it. She could see someone flailing about as she crossed the door’s threshold. Ah, a junior watcher, or was it some noble here on tenure? Either way, they were in need of aid. Stumbling back from a body, jolting and lurching towards the poor boy. 

“First rule of spirit calling,” her voice cut through the air like a knife, drawing the attention from the boy and the dead. “Never call with a tumultuous mind”

The boy stumbled towards her, but the undead he called was faster. She met it in the middle, strides still calm as the body reached her, rotted hands reaching for anything they could and started pulling. 

She didn’t falter, bringing a hand up to rest against the sunken cheek. “Please, calm yourself, I’d hate for you to lose yourself for one angry boy” 

The dead’s fingers dug further into her arms, “cruel, unfair, injustice.” 

The voice was broken, coming out in a firm but soft whisper. She ran her thumb over the body’s cheek.

“And who is losing yourself helping? Please, my friend, return to your rest.” She brought her other hand up, resting on one of the arms squeezing her so hard she’d bruise later. 

“Cannot fall, cannot rest”

“If I promise to tend to this injustice personally? Please, be at peace and return to the Fade.”

It was too late, it finally lunged at her, toothy jaw snapping at her throat. The boy that had started this whole ordeal shrieked and booked it for the exit. She snapped and froze his feet in place. “We do not tolerate such flagrant disregard of duty and responsibilities here, boy. You will stay and watch as I correct your failure.” 

A sharp shove and a flash of magic had sent the body far enough away, she could comfortably draw her dagger and summon her orb. It bobbed above her fingers as the spirit pried itself from the body, twisting and warping until Despair floated before her. Ice was already crawling along the surrounding ground, moving rapidly and clawing at the skirt of her dress.

A step forward and Despair’s trappings sank their claws into her, the world was dark save the spirit. Lunging towards her, its claws were met with her dagger, clanking off with a horrid thud. It jolted back, arms flailing as it attempted to right itself. She gave it no leeway. 

She shot forward, sending a few necrotic shots from her orb before finishing off the spirit with a swipe from her dagger. With a heavy sigh, she sheathed the blade as the world reappeared for her. “Such a waste.”

Fingers running through the fading remnants of despair, she knelt and rested her hand on the back of the dead’s skull. “To be torn from your rest so violently for the whims of a childish boy, you have my sympathies.”

“Uhm…”

Finally, she turned her attention back to the catalyst of this whole mess, a Tevinter boy of noble birth. She didn’t bother to hide her disdain and rolled her eyes, standing and moving towards the boy.

“Speak.”

He jolted at the harshness of her voice as she approached, “W-well I—“

“A proper Watcher speaks clearly, each word a choice and each choice made with certainty” she came to a halt in front of him, “Lest our hesitation lead to malice.”

He stumbled forward at her snap, the ice she had used on him melting and finally releasing him. He fumbled to his feet, “I-I-I was trying to practice spirit c-calling and that happened! I swear I—“

”Back straight and speak clearly.” A glare from the woman made him jump to attention. “Whether you stand before me as a Watcher apprentice or a noble on tenure, the rules will forever be the same. And you attempted to summon the spirit out of what? Anger? Malice? Spite?”

His gaze shifted to his boot as he toed the ground. 

“Speak boy. Clearly. I will not repeat myself again.”

“I-I wanted to prove I was worth being here! I needed to show my parents I’m worth all this effort—!”

She sighed again, eyes closing and shoulders going slack. One hand raising to silence the boy, the other coming up to pinch the bridge of her nose. Another deep sigh as her arms dropped to her front, fingers lacing together, eyes opening to stare daggers at the quivering boy. “You let a knock to your pride so easily sway your magic boy? The best way you can prove you are worth the effort, is not destroying what little good will you already have.”

He shifted slightly, finally meeting the woman’s gaze. 

“Trying to rise above your station when you don’t have the means to face the consequences is how we got the Blight, yes? Silence your ego and learn at the pace given to you, a slower education is far better than destroying yourself through pride, boy.”

He nodded, eyes falling back to the floor as tears welled up in his eyes. “I just, wanted to—“

“Enough.” She snapped, fighting back another sigh. “I care very little for your emotional outbursts. Return to your dorm, immediately. I will be discussing your continued tenure here with your professor.”

She twisted on her heel and moved towards the door. 

“Wait— wait, wait, please wait, I can’t—“ He wailed, stumbling towards the more senior necromancer, hands clamping onto her sleeve.”

“Lady elf, please, I can’t go home. If the know I failed, they’d disown me—“

She pulled her arm sharply from his grasp, “Your dorm. Return to it. I will not repeat myself.”

He opened his mouth, before shutting it quickly. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he trekked past her, quiet sobs escaping him as he disappeared down the hall. 

She took a deep breath as the room she stood in finally went silent, she was almost able to find that bit of peace she’d been craving for weeks. But the shift in the air denied her that peace.

“Greetings, Vorgoth”

The faceless being faded into sight from the open doorway. “GREETINGS. THE SPIRITS WERE DISCONTENT, WE CAME TO SOOTHE”.

She turned to face them as they floated to within reach of her. “And now you have something further to investigate?”

“YOU SHOW CRUELTY TO A BEING THAT REQUIRES A GENTLE HAND.”

“He isn’t cut out to be a Watcher, Vorgoth”

“AND CRUELTY RESONATES STRONGER WITHIN A BROKEN WILL”

“Unfortunately, true.” Her hands came to rest on her hips as she looked past them. “He’d be better brewing potions or healing”

“WE WILL FIND HIM PURPOSE WITHIN NEVARRA”

“Thank you, Vorgoth” she folded her hands behind her, “join me for a walk? I purchased some paintings for you during my visit above ground, several Orlesian and Ferelden pieces.”

“MANY THANKS.” With a bow of their head, they started towards the door.

“It’s good to be home.” She quickened her pace, humming softly as she caught up with the ancient being.

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Story Snippets: Late Nights Talks

Some Camp Talks between Surana and Alistar

Alistar X Female Surana

“Have I ever…what? Licked a lamppost in winter” he started, grinning towards the elf 

She stared back, face as impassively annoyed as ever, “not what I meant”

“I mean, have you, though?”

“Have I what?”

“Ever licked a lamppost in winter?”

She closed her eyes and sighed, “no, I haven’t licked a lamppost in winter.”

“No, no well that’s good, I hear that’s rather painful” he hummed, lightly tapping his fingertips together. “As for that other thing? No, I haven’t ever done that”

Her eyes opened back up before her eyebrows knit together, “truly? Handsome man like you?”

He flushed further, “you think I’m handsome, do you?”

“Of course, I mean look at you” she started, “the girls would have been all over you back at the tower”

He jerked back, he couldn’t get redder at this point. “What?? You’re having me on. The mage girls? And me, a templar recruit? Ha ha, I get it”

“No I’m serious,” she leaned towards him, hands resting on his thighs as she stared wide-eyed, “and besides, you honestly think the mages didn’t find the templars cute enough to shag?”

She grinned at his reddened face, leaning back, “if you were one of the good ones, there’s a real chance you broke those oh so sacred oaths.”

“Alright, alright,” he started, hands flailing in hopes of silencing the mage “very funny, payback for all the tricks I pull right?”

“Nope, the mages usually stuck to other mages, but there was the odd templar from time to time” she shrugged, “stick a bunch of hormonal teenagers in a building with nowhere else to go, we’re bound to get up to something”

“Y-you’re actually being serious right now, aren’t you?” he stuttered, barely able to look her in the eye.

“Indeed, there was always a handsome new recruit every few months,’ she brought a hand to her chin in thought, “Cullen was the newest before I left, more handsome than most too, missed my chance to jump…”

“I’M GOING TO GO GRAB SOME FIREWOOD!” Alistair all but screamed as he cut her off, and bolted up, face still burning. 

“Stop yelling, the others are still sleeping, you idiot!” she hissed, but her smile betrayed the sheer amusement she felt watching the towering man shuffle away in embarrassment.

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Story Snippets: Baking

First Snippet of a random assortment I found in my writing folder!

Mammon X Fem!MC

Mammon’s head rested on his hand as he watched, Robin had decided to do some baking. She had bustled in this morning with arms full of groceries from the human world, insisting that he help her make some human world food. 

So here they were, an hour later, Mammon leaning on the counter watching as Robin worked on another pumpkin-based dessert. It didn’t bother him as much as he let on, some time alone with his favorite human? He’d be crazy to miss this, even though it was mostly just her telling him what to do. It had been ages since it was just the two of them, one of his brothers always butted in. Asmo invited himself onto their shopping trips and made him pay for everything. Levi dragged her off to his room to play some game he didn’t understand, Satan did the same, but with his stupid mystery novels. He couldn’t even get close when the twins decided they wanted to nap with her in the attic. And Lucifer, don’t get him started on Lucifer. So what if they were dating, who cares, he was her first. He should-

“Mammon?” Robin’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

He jerked slightly, looking down at the witch in question. She peered up at him, a bit of concern in her eyes as a hand came to gently rest just above his wrist. “You alright?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, just thinking.” He shifted, turning to face her fully as she pulled away.

“About?” 

“Nothin’” he huffed, crossing his arms and looking away.

She turned back, “seemed awful focused for just ‘nothin’, Mams” 

He flushed at the nickname, “It’s MAMMON,” he snarled, “none of that cutesy, nickname crap. Show some respect to THE Great Mammon”

She cocked a brow at him, “none? Not a single one?”

“Hell no!”

She leaned back, closing her eyes sadly, “now I guess only Beel and Belphie get nicknames”

“Good! I didn’t even--” he started before realization hit “wait what’s that supposed to mean”

She had already started mixing again, “it’s exactly what I said, I’ll only use Mammon when I talk to you” 

“Hang on! I didn’t say that!” he floundered, fumbling towards her. “I just meant… I mean I--”

She twisted around, the spoon coming up to silence him, “Yes you did. Make up your mind Mammon, this mixed messages shit is getting annoying”

He pulled back slightly, flushing even more, “c’mon, ya’ know what I mean”

“No, Mammon. I don’t.” she scowled.

He lightly grabbed her hips, dragging her towards him, shooting her a pleading look. But she didn’t budge, leveling him with an unamused glare that rivaled Lucifer’s. He dragged her even further forward, winding an arm around her back and dropping his head onto hers. He wrenched his eyes shut, face burning at this point as he willed himself to speak, “please keep callin’ me nicknames”

He dropped his head onto her shoulder, “please”

She sighed, moving a hand up to card through his hair, “alright Mams, I’ll just save it for when it’s just the two of us, alright?”

He nodded and squeezed her again, she hummed before gently prying herself away from her first man. “Now, let’s get back to baking, shall we?”