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Independent Papa Emeritus the First roleplay, ask, etc blog. ————————————— We are one Out of three, Trinity. —————————— Papa Emeritus the First, the only distant living relative of the Emeritus bloodline legitimate for the ‘Emeritus’ title, who took the leading role in introducing the church to a new era of popularity and recognition. ——————————

[archaeologian-blog]

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[zenithgh0ul]

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

She shifts where she stood, looking at her feet “I’m sorry your unholiness- I just had a question and I was told to come to you.”

[deathsknell]

      " Fucking useless, the lot of them. " The ex-pontiff muttered though still loud enough to be heard. Why was he always subjected to things like this happening? Of course none of the others had any sense about them to answer a question, they always sent him here. He stopped appointments and disconnected his phone line for a reason, at this point he might as well lock his door. 

      Unceremoniously, he dropped his pen on his desk as he shifted his gaze from the page below him to the ghoul shifting nervously. Victor leant back in his chair, staring at her while not saying word. If it were a perfect world, he would stare at her until she was uncomfortable enough to leave; however, the world did not revolve around him.

     " Are you bleeding or dying? " his head cocked to the side slightly, " because it doesn't look like you are... How important is this question that you had to come and ask me when you could have looked it up in a book? "

[deathsknell]

for @preq-liora

      Dull, the ache was dull but the sensation spread across the majority of his face as if tiny spiders crawled over it. It dissipated after a moment though his head stayed in its position causing the Eldest’s gaze to lock with his office floor; one he would make the other well acquainted with again. He had had enough. A low chuckle escaped him as his icy glare met Lorenzo’s unmatched hues. He reached out quickly, snatching Lorenzo’s jaw into an iron grip, anything more than that Victor would have broken it which did not seem like a bad idea; for this however, he wanted him to be able to speak. Little did Lorenzo know the door he opened and what came out. 

      Victor spat in the others face. “ How desperate do you have to be this time Lorenzo, hm? ” His voice was calm though his eye held how furious he really was. It was only a slap but the way the other barged in and declared himself to just the same as him in strength and ability then had the audacity to slap him caused something inside to snap. Victor knew that this was a ploy to receive attention in the most indignant way, at the end of this little session the elder would make sure to leave the other in excruciating pain. “ Claiming that you’re some sort of equal to me and your brother? You will never be seen as equal to us. You are the mistake, the failure, a poor excuse for being part of the Emeritus bloodline. Nothing you do will change that and you coming to me begging for attention by degradation only confirms it that you will forever remain as dirt under our shoe, scum even. Nothing is all that you are good for. You are depraved and disgusting. I’m ashamed that you are my brother. ” His words dripped with venom, this was only beginning. Victors lips curled into a predatory smirk before running his tongue over his lips. He leant in close, his breath ghosting over the shell of Lorenzo’s ear and said, 

      “ I am coming to the conclusion that you like this brother mine. Coming to me to be reminded of how little you mean to this family, how much we hate you and would do anything to rid you of this earth because you would not be so much as missed if I killed you. However, I plan to let you continue living for as long as it suits me until some day you become truly worthy of killing but right now its not for I have so much in store for you pathetic mutt. ” 

     With that, the Eldest wrapped his hand around Lorenzo’s throat before pinning him to the nearest wall; by that display of power strength alone Victor will always and continue to be stronger than the other. Victor bared his fangs at him, letting a low growl escape him. “ This will be the last time you pull something like this again. Otherwise you will receive no reaction from me when you’re desperate to be degraded like a filthy whore. ” Victor’s cold glare returned again, though he was curious as to how badly Lorenzo truly craved this. 

[deathsknell]

preq-liora

      Nothing pleased him more than to feel the others complete submission. The idea of taming Lorenzo into his obedient pet scratched an ever present itch when the thought of his younger brother came to mind. A content hum rumbled low in his chest, smirking around his tongue; occupying itself with slowly running itself along the velvety soft walls of Lorenzo’s throat, letting his mind wander to the thought of it encasing something else. The thought went straight to his groin, taking liberties on picturing the look on Lorenzo’s face during and after. Flushed a crimson red, tears cascading down his cheeks as he would gag and cough after taking himself out and the strings of saliva connecting both of them. His hum shifted into a groan wanting that to be more than only a thought, how deliciously debauched Lorenzo would look.  

      Victor let a fog of lust descend upon him, as his fingers ran along his pale flesh. It was almost a mystery to him that Lorenzo had very little marks on him, that he would change. Victor let go of the back of his neck, letting it travel down to his collar bone, tracing it gently before lithe fingers traced over the prominent bulge where his tongue rest behind his Adam’s apple. If only he could see that for himself, the wonders it would do. Victor ran his tongue across the walls of Lorenzo’s throat, tasting the tingle of blood and feeling it move from the outside. It took everything in him to not wrap his hand around Lorenzo’s throat once more and squeeze until the other was suffocating on his tongue. 

      Slowly, the elder tilted his head back and pulled his tongue from the soft walls of Lorenzo’s throat, relishing in its warmth until all of it was out. There were strings of saliva attaching the others bottom lip to the tip of his tongue. Victor let his long tongue, coated in spit hang from his mouth for a moment as he reached up to grip Lorenzo’s jaw to make him look at the sight before him: unmatched eyes darkened with lust, a sick grin stretched around Victors tongue and a hungry look for him and his flesh. He leant in close, letting go of his jaw to lap up the salty tears rolling down Lorenzo’s cheeks, making him chuckle, 

     “ Oh dear, crying are we? How pathetic, you should be used to this by now darling, ”  he paused running his fangs over where his brother’s Adam’s apple was protruding,  “ But then again, you do look pretty when you cry for me. ” 

      Sharp fangs and teeth sank into Lorenzo’s skin deep enough so it will scar. That was the whole point. Watching Lorenzo with a mark extremely visible to anyone who looks are him, rightfully putting him in his place. Feeling the skin tear under his fangs and the taste of his blood sent shivers down his spine. Victor knew the clergy members already saw his brother a certain way -- oh to think what they would do once they saw this. He deepened his bite before letting go, licking up whatever blood was on his teeth and lips then looked at the bite. 

     “ Now everyone will know that you’ve been marked. They will only assume that you let a Ghoul do this to you, proving that you are nothing but a whore. ” 

[deathsknell]

I enjoy the idea of Victor being completely erased out of the Churches history. Before he was spreading the word of Satan, bringing in a plethora of new followers and rule over them as Papa. However, his ambition for a tryannical rule grew more than Nihils. Nihil wanted generations of Papa’s but Victor strongly opposed. So, as he banished him to the catacombs of the Church for 75 years. Nihil erased all history of Victor and made sure the people who was alive during his reign was dead. I can image that the very fitting first words after he’s released or escaped is, “I am so very hungry.”

[deathsknell]

for @preq-liora

      Dull, the ache was dull but the sensation spread across the majority of his face as if tiny spiders crawled over it. It dissipated after a moment though his head stayed in its position causing the Eldest’s gaze to lock with his office floor; one he would make the other well acquainted with again. He had had enough. A low chuckle escaped him as his icy glare met Lorenzo’s unmatched hues. He reached out quickly, snatching Lorenzo’s jaw into an iron grip, anything more than that Victor would have broken it which did not seem like a bad idea; for this however, he wanted him to be able to speak. Little did Lorenzo know the door he opened and what came out. 

      Victor spat in the others face. “ How desperate do you have to be this time Lorenzo, hm? ” His voice was calm though his eye held how furious he really was. It was only a slap but the way the other barged in and declared himself to just the same as him in strength and ability then had the audacity to slap him caused something inside to snap. Victor knew that this was a ploy to receive attention in the most indignant way, at the end of this little session the elder would make sure to leave the other in excruciating pain. “ Claiming that you’re some sort of equal to me and your brother? You will never be seen as equal to us. You are the mistake, the failure, a poor excuse for being part of the Emeritus bloodline. Nothing you do will change that and you coming to me begging for attention by degradation only confirms it that you will forever remain as dirt under our shoe, scum even. Nothing is all that you are good for. You are depraved and disgusting. I’m ashamed that you are my brother. ” His words dripped with venom, this was only beginning. Victors lips curled into a predatory smirk before running his tongue over his lips. He leant in close, his breath ghosting over the shell of Lorenzo’s ear and said, 

      “ I am coming to the conclusion that you like this brother mine. Coming to me to be reminded of how little you mean to this family, how much we hate you and would do anything to rid you of this earth because you would not be so much as missed if I killed you. However, I plan to let you continue living for as long as it suits me until some day you become truly worthy of killing but right now its not for I have so much in store for you pathetic mutt. ” 

     With that, the Eldest wrapped his hand around Lorenzo’s throat before pinning him to the nearest wall; by that display of power strength alone Victor will always and continue to be stronger than the other. Victor bared his fangs at him, letting a low growl escape him. “ This will be the last time you pull something like this again. Otherwise you will receive no reaction from me when you’re desperate to be degraded like a filthy whore. ” Victor’s cold glare returned again, though he was curious as to how badly Lorenzo truly craved this. 

[deathsknell]

preq-liora

      Now this was a rather intriguing discovery wasn’t it. 

     Victor watched the others reaction, somewhat taken aback from what he saw; although he should not be surprised at this. His motions paused; grip slackening ever so slightly. The gears in the Eldest’s mind turned for a moment before --

     ‘Oh...’

      A wicked grin appeared on his face in an instant, chuckling lowly. He knew about some of Lorenzo’s interests through various acquaintances he occasionally makes appearances for yet this; a mere two words had so much affect on him. Victor couldn’t help but want to indulge further into his dear younger brothers headspace. He wanted to know what else could trigger such a look, better still watch as a wave of pure ruin wash over him, become putty in his hands. The process had already begun by a mere two words. Victor saw a way to punish and tame this wild thing he is kin with. 

      “  Dear brother, how long were you going to wait to tell me hm?  ”   He said condescendingly. “  I would have figured out eventually and, though I am a patient man, this knowledge gracing me now is troublesome more to you than I,  ”  he added, applying the same pressure on Lorenzo’s throat it had once lacked. “  I will not grant you the privilege of leaving this room with some shred of your dignity left to show the Clergy after I have humiliated and degraded you until you are a whimpering, sobbing mess on my floor begging for me to stop whatever torture I chose fit if you are to continue your childish tantrums. I have no problem degrading you in public, in front of them. They care very little for you now, imagine what they’ll think after that.  ”  Victor leant in close, licking the shell of Lorenzo’s ear before gently biting the top then whispered, 

“  All you have to do is whimper and beg, filthy whore.  ”

      His free hand wandered down Lorenzo’s side before grabbing his hip to pull him as close as he could, slipping fingers under his shirt and teased gentle touches to his abdomen. The hand gripping his throat moved to grasp the nape of Lorenzo’s neck to control the leverage he had on him. Victor began to kiss and lightly nip along his jugular. His uncharacteristically gentle touches would only serve as a ruse and if Lorenzo knew better he would see that too, but that was Victors plan to give him a false sense of security. All he desired to witness is the look of betrayal and pain spread across his face; it never ceased to amuse him. 

      Victor stopped at the base of his neck, admiring the blank expanse Lorenzo has before dragging his long tongue from the base to the tip of his nose. The taste of his skin was sweet, that mingled with blood would make the most delectable cocktail. His gaze slowly met Lorenzo’s, lingering at his lips; his saliva making it shine somewhat in the dim light. Closing the distance between them, Victor pressed his lips against Lorenzo’s, using his grip to tilt his head upward. His tongue dragged along his lips again before forcing it in his mouth, toying with the others tongue. Victor shoved the rest down his throat wanting him to choke on it. 

[deathsknell]

the writers block i am having is abysmal, i feel as though i am in a void and the things i do write are shit, i want to write really gross and messy things but i simply cannot  

[deathsknell]

for @preq-liora

      Dull, the ache was dull but the sensation spread across the majority of his face as if tiny spiders crawled over it. It dissipated after a moment though his head stayed in its position causing the Eldest’s gaze to lock with his office floor; one he would make the other well acquainted with again. He had had enough. A low chuckle escaped him as his icy glare met Lorenzo’s unmatched hues. He reached out quickly, snatching Lorenzo’s jaw into an iron grip, anything more than that Victor would have broken it which did not seem like a bad idea; for this however, he wanted him to be able to speak. Little did Lorenzo know the door he opened and what came out. 

      Victor spat in the others face. “ How desperate do you have to be this time Lorenzo, hm? ” His voice was calm though his eye held how furious he really was. It was only a slap but the way the other barged in and declared himself to just the same as him in strength and ability then had the audacity to slap him caused something inside to snap. Victor knew that this was a ploy to receive attention in the most indignant way, at the end of this little session the elder would make sure to leave the other in excruciating pain. “ Claiming that you’re some sort of equal to me and your brother? You will never be seen as equal to us. You are the mistake, the failure, a poor excuse for being part of the Emeritus bloodline. Nothing you do will change that and you coming to me begging for attention by degradation only confirms it that you will forever remain as dirt under our shoe, scum even. Nothing is all that you are good for. You are depraved and disgusting. I’m ashamed that you are my brother. ” His words dripped with venom, this was only beginning. Victors lips curled into a predatory smirk before running his tongue over his lips. He leant in close, his breath ghosting over the shell of Lorenzo’s ear and said, 

      “ I am coming to the conclusion that you like this brother mine. Coming to me to be reminded of how little you mean to this family, how much we hate you and would do anything to rid you of this earth because you would not be so much as missed if I killed you. However, I plan to let you continue living for as long as it suits me until some day you become truly worthy of killing but right now its not for I have so much in store for you pathetic mutt. ” 

     With that, the Eldest wrapped his hand around Lorenzo’s throat before pinning him to the nearest wall; by that display of power strength alone Victor will always and continue to be stronger than the other. Victor bared his fangs at him, letting a low growl escape him. “ This will be the last time you pull something like this again. Otherwise you will receive no reaction from me when you’re desperate to be degraded like a filthy whore. ” Victor’s cold glare returned again, though he was curious as to how badly Lorenzo truly craved this. 

[rpmemes-galore]

Angsty Character Questions: 

1. Is your muse afraid of death? 2. What is your muse’s kill count?  3. What is your muse’s biggest fear?  4. How easy is it to anger your muse? 5. What is your muse’s biggest regret?  6. Does your muse believe in an afterlife?  7. How many scars does your muse have? 8. Does your muse tend to bottle things up? 9. What is one thing that would break your muse? 10. Does your muse have nightmares? What about? 11. Would your muse kill for someone they care about?  12. What was the worst injury your muse has received? 13. How much pain can your muse withstand? For how long?  14. What was the most traumatic moment in your muse’s life? 15. How often does your muse cry? Do they view it as weakness? 16. If your muse could talk to one person they’ve lost, who would it be?  17. Does your muse consider themselves a good person? Why or why not?  18. Does your muse think they’re capable of changing? Do they even want to?

[deathsknell]

My indox is open for anyone who wants to ask questions about Victor, anything is on the table

[brotherofperpetualsin]

❝ don’t you know better than that by now ? ❞

Il-Seong choked a bit, he looked down “Ah I don’t know what you mean by that papa—“ he really didn’t fancy getting scolded for something he possibly DID or did not do, and the fact it was a papa addressing him and not the archbishop frightened him just a little bit.

[deathsknell]

brotherofperpetualsin 

     Did the other think he was born yesterday? He’d heard that terrible excuse before and wasn’t going to let that slide now. It’s a shame really, he thought this one would be fun to mess with; however, this proved a waste of his time. The itch under his skin would would only get worse due to this lacking interaction but the stuttering and clear discomfort made up for a little bit.  

     The Elders eyes narrowed, leaning in a little closer. “ How much of an idiot do you have to be for me to believe that? Christ, you’re pathetic. ” He said flatly his expression turned cold taking the opportunity to push the other man onto the floor and moved to step on this throat. Maybe, just maybe Victor would finally get a thrill out of this entire interaction. If he had to kill him he would, it’s not like this would be the first time. After all, there are plenty of people who would jump at the possible new position opening. 

      A sigh escaped him. “ Now, the possibility of crushing your trachea may give you enough inspiration to come up with a better form of bullshit and I may spare you from an agonising death. You live because I allow it. The choice is yours. ”

[brotherofperpetualsin]

❝ don’t you know better than that by now ? ❞

Il-Seong choked a bit, he looked down “Ah I don’t know what you mean by that papa—“ he really didn’t fancy getting scolded for something he possibly DID or did not do, and the fact it was a papa addressing him and not the archbishop frightened him just a little bit.

[deathsknell]

brotherofperpetualsin

      This reaction was entirely different than the one’s he’s encountered before. People have turned white from fear but never went as far as to blush, why this of all things? He wasn’t particularly angry at the fact that the other wasn’t trembling, no; it only made his curiosity peak. But alas wanted to frighten him, not make him blush. 

      “ Is there something more worth while of your time on the floor than focusing on me? You were given an order, I suggest you follow it. ” His words dripped with an undertone of a growl before his grip from the others jaw dropped then found grabbed the hair on the back of his head an yanked it back slightly. Victor’s other hand came up to take the glasses off the other mans face and dropped them on the floor then crushed them under his foot. Maybe he’ll get his full attention with that. 

     “ I am not going to ask you again Deacon. Look. At. Me. ” 

[brotherofperpetualsin]

❝ don’t you know better than that by now ? ❞

Il-Seong choked a bit, he looked down “Ah I don’t know what you mean by that papa—“ he really didn’t fancy getting scolded for something he possibly DID or did not do, and the fact it was a papa addressing him and not the archbishop frightened him just a little bit.

[deathsknell]

      It never ceased to amuse him see how others would react when frightened. Some stiffened and others curled in on themselves; the ex-pontiff saw it as a game to see how scared he could make another. His sadistic tendencies shown when an opportunity to exercise them presents itself. He wasn’t going to deny himself of a little fun. 

      Deliberately, the First took a step forward to close the distance between the two, wanting the other to feel uncomfortable. He couldn’t remember the last time he had addressed a Deacon individually, but from his body language alone it was obvious that he would behave similar to the Brothers and Sisters; jittery whilst stumbling over their words, but he was open for a challenge. Victor grabbed the Deacon’s jaw and raised his head up forcing him to look into nothing but his unmatched eyes. 

      “ Incompetent are we? ” He paused, head tilted slightly. “ Not only do you barge past me and failed to acknowledge my presence but you also refuse to look at me when spoken to. How childish. ” His voice was calm and low, though the look in his eyes was threatening. Victor had every right to demote the Deacon but he wanted to have a little fun and see how far this could go. 

[midsvmmars]

do i contribute anything to the rpc? no. yet i’m still here

[deathsknell]

for @promemoriam

/ disclaimer, I do not ship Papa I with Copia, no hate please. / 

Clawed nails tapped hard and impatiently against the wooden arm rest of the chair he sat in placed at the narthex of the church, ultimately echoing enough to be heard by those who sat in the pews and the one giving the sermon. The ex-pontiff disregarded the over-the-shoulder glances by brothers and sisters of the clergy who came to listen to the poorly orated sermon given by none other than the newest face and leader of the Church. Listening to him grew even more painful by the minute. His consistent stammering, fidgeting, and tendency to become softer when it seemed he lost his train of thought. His dull unmatched eyes closed, slumping back into the chair in a futile attempt to elevate the onset set headache caused by the excuse for a leader. He pinched the bridge of his nose letting a soft yet anguished groan escape his throat. Anger and frustration coursed through his veins, making his blood run hot. Every minuscule thing Copia did irked him. Victor wanted desperately to make this stop by leaving but... no, no not like that, he wouldn’t learn otherwise...

The Elders eyes opened again, his once dull gaze had a new found vigor to them, pupils morphed into thin slits, honing in on its victim. Something inside him shifted, oh to watch him unable to make sentences and gag him until he is silent. Victor looked at the other man with a predatory gaze, tracking each movement of Copia’s as his previously slumped form straightened. His tongue slowly slid across his fangs, lips curled upward to show them before staying in a dangerously unsetting grin; 

I will ruin you. 

His claws dug into the wood in an attempt to calm himself as his mind began to wander with acts of pure filth and debauchery, and the alter was perfect place to act upon them. The thought caused an involuntary growl to escape him, loud enough for the members of the clergy to hear making them hyper-aware of his presence. Victor could feel how tense they were becoming, eager to leave the room, he was tempted to get up and have his way with him in front of everyone listening to his sermon to make them witness their new leader become a sobbing, incoherent mess. All the more reason to do it, to embarrass him in front of them, watch his cheeks and ears become bright red then mark every part of him he could Copia looked at the mortified faces of his subjects. Victor bit his lip to suppress a moan threatening to sound, he knew he couldn’t act upon that wicked desire just for he wanted to watch Copia fidget and stammer more to give him more of a reason to truly break him of that childish habit. 

To listen to the others whimpers and screams sent a shiver down his spine. Lust began to show as he eyed his prey. His patience wore thinner by the second. Victor’s heart pounded in his ears, hearing it increase as his breathe became laboured; finally, he couldn’t hear him anymore. A flash of Copia under him, bleeding from various wounds, horse from screaming and tears streaming down his cheeks crossed his mind feeling his patience and self control snap; 

“ Everyone out! ” He yelled, barely paying attention to them as they left, standing up to his full height, wanting to threaten the other. 

Licking his lips, he stalked toward Copia seeing him as nothing but flesh to mark and rip apart layer by layer. His eyes, blown with lust focused only on him, his thoughts are on him and him alone. Victor wouldn’t let him consume his thoughts in this manner ever, if Copia had known this, he could consider it a win, though this was different. Maybe, just maybe this would give the other man enough of his attention to come running back for more. For him to make him come undone and go back to the needy, pathetic little thing he once was. Victor wanted to watch him come crawling back to him. 

Each step toward him seemed to become louder and louder before they stopped in front of the new Papa. In one swift motion, long lithe fingers gripped the others jaw, yanking it so Copia’s eyes met his. Claws pressing into the pale flesh as his gaze mapped out all the places he could make ooze with trails of blood; 

“ I wonder how I shall get rid of that tiresome fidgeting. ” 

His voice low and gravelly, holding a tone of something sinister behind it. The grip on his jaw tightened ever so slightly to give the other a a misleading taste of how this will end. 

“ Possibly ripping you apart until you can no longer speak? Only whimpers and whines coming from that annoying mouth of yours... ” 

“ I know you’ll look pretty when you’re a sobbing mess. ”

Victor dipped his head down to his neck, letting his tongue make a trail from the base of his neck, nipping sharply at his Adam’s apple, tapering off at his chin before resuming eye contact. His other hand firmly grasped Copia’s hip and pushed him in the direction of the alter. It was a shame he made everyone leave, he knew the other would have put on a wonderful show. Maybe it didn’t matter if there wasn’t anyone here, but to put the fear of someone walking in on them while Copia was like that aroused him even more. 

The ex-pontiff would move them so that both of them were behind the alter, facing the closed door. Moving his hand from his hip to grasp his arm, Victor locked the others arm behind his back. He leant down to his ear and licked the shell, whispering;

“ I didn’t lock the door, anyone could come in and see you at my mercy. Make sure to put on a good show for those who may be listening. ” He would force his chest flush with the alters cloth; 

“ Be loud for me... ” 

[preq-liora]

You Can Run, But Cannot Hide

Closed starter with @deathsknell

It had only been two weeks since Lorenzo met his tragic death at the hands of his own brother, Victor; pen stabbed into his throat after his signature eye was ripped out of his face. He remembers how he tasted the gushing, warm blood that made its way into his mouth. He remembers feeling Victor's sickly tongue dragging up his face to get a taste of his blood. He remembers grasping onto Victor's robes one last time before everything became fuzzy and then pitch black. Lorenzo had died right there on the floor of Victor's office.

Within the darkness, Lorenzo heard voices whisper to him. The voices sounded much like his brothers, and his father. There was no praise. Just degrading. Every little mistake of Lorenzo's pointed out by all of them. Even his own step mother, Sister Imperator. Lorenzo didn't really like her that much anyways. He'd much rather be with his real mother. Too bad she died when Lorenzo was just a boy. Lorenzo tried covering his ears to block out the voices, trying to run, but he didn't know where he was running. He felt cold, he felt damp. Not from just the blood, but from something else. The chill increased before he could smell rain and mud as well as the nauseating smell of mildew. Lorenzo then saw the darkness disappear, seeing he was outside, somewhat beyond the church's borders, and in a cold, wet ditch.

Lorenzo could slightly feel the showering rain upon his cold skin. He carefully sat up and gazed down upon his corpse that was definitely deader than a doornail, decomposition definitely set in. Lorenzo saw a new wound along his small, swollen, and pale body. He saw the wound and wasn't surprised that his stomach and liver were missing,

"Hope you enjoyed your meal, you sick fuck. . ."

Lorenzo stood up slowly. He knew by just simply staring down at his dead body that he now haunts this land as a spirit. He carefully made his way out of the ditch. He hoped that nobody could see him, considering that his current appearance matches like one of a zombie, or perhaps a small and fragile man who was his by a truck.

Lorenzo saw the church through all the rain, carefully walking towards it. His emotions were rather mixed, but he knew that he mostly felt dread. Not being able to move on to the afterlife to be with those he really does love, only to find out that he is still trapped on the damned earth. Upon arrival to the church doors, he just walked on through, not caring about the bits of water that dripped off of him as well as some of the mud that he tracked onto the floor.

[deathsknell]

preq-liora

Titling his wine glass up to his lips, Victor stopped. Something in the air shifted, ruining his bask of happiness. The eldest of the brothers leaned forward to set his glass on the coffee table in front of him as he looked around trying confirm that there is someone or something in his office.

Before he could think anymore on the topic, his nostrils were assaulted by the smell of rotting flesh. Brows furrowed, nose scrunched in disgust; his hand pressed itself against his nose in a futile attempt to lessen the smell, yet it only seemed to become worse. He sat up straight, continuing to look at all corners of his office, trying to locate the smell. ‘ What the hell? ’ He thought, groaning under his breath. Rising from the couch, Victor walked over to the windows to open them. As soon as he reached for the handle, he jumped at the sound of glass breaking. His head spun around to find the source of it and found his wine bottle shattered to pieces, but that didn’t have his attention for long. Victor watched books land on the floor, the fire become animated in the most concerning way and more glass breaking. His confusion and worry heightened, what was doing this? What had he done to make this spirit so angry? He hadn’t done anything to anger-- 

Suspicion began to fester inside him as he looked at the blood stain oozing as it once did when it came out of Lorenzo’s body. Victor couldn’t be sure it was him, he needed more information so he could properly dispose or destroy whatever was tormenting him. Stepping closer to the scene of destruction, the eldest Emeritus’ gaze wandered around the room, silence rang loud in his ears. The eeriness of this worried him. “ Whatever or whoever you are show yourself. ” He said sharply. If this is Lorenzo’s doing, he would kill him again even if he’s dead. 

[embelathiris]