Empowered Fear of Impurity

Human life forms rot consistently in their own filth. Demons walk among them, spreading their disgusting, lustful, violent attitudes to the masses. This cannot prevail, I cannot allow it. I must cleanse the impure!

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Ciel Phantomhive, faceless…

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  Ｋｕｒｓｏｈｉｔｓｕｊｉ ９１： Ｓｅｂａｓｔｉａｎ Ｍｉｃｈａｅｌｉｓ

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Reblog if you have zero regrets about how you play your character. They are your character and should be appreciated, not demeaned.

[plokhoyvolk-blog]

The words were gone before they were completely taken in -his lack of attention on anything other than himself was a huge disadvantage at times-, but now he was curious about that white man that seemed so odd he could barely look away.

Of course, it had to be one of the Queen’s servants -she seemed to be some sort of problem with colors, seeing how she only wore black but insisted on make her butlers wear nothing but white-, and so he relaxed visibly under those strange eyes.

“Da. I’m Dominik Sergeyevich Volkov, and, as you said, the Queen’s Wolf.”

The bitter tone passing his lips was a mere natural reaction at just how he truly felt about being considered an animal for someone that not only had more power than him but that also was a woman. A mere woman that held the future of a whole country in her damn hands.

Clicking his tongue out of habit, he rushed to push the thought away.

"Where is she? Won’t she come as she said she would?"

[fear-empowered]

His hand tightened briefly on the handle of the ceremonial sword he bore, the smile on his face twitching and sticking firm on his face as if forced there, though it still seemed to reach his eyes, something manic resting in the lavender depths.

"Well, Sir Dominik Sergeyevich Volkov, would Sir Volkov be all right with you at the present time? Or would you prefer Sir Wolf?" The was a biting sarcasm in his voice, a bit more than necessary, but even still. His longing to spout forth something to touch on the male's thought was hard to swallow.

"Envy is a pitiable thing, my friend," it slipped from him, another hushed whisper that seemed to ring from every surface of the church's room. "My lady was waylaid by a person a bit higher up on her internal hierarchy," Ash offered shortly, his smile turned simpering for a short moment. "That is to say, however, that her business cannot be handled by myself. We shall do it more justice regardless, man to man... am I correct?"

He took a seat upon a pew, shifting his sword into his lap and thumbing the sparkling hilt, his eyes never leaving the man who stood before him in the sacred hall.

[plokhoyvolk-blog]

- fear-empowered

He was used to palaces this big. With ceilings as high as Heaven but with corners hiding sins as worthy of hell, Dominik wondered if he could ever be the sovereign of a whole nation for longer than a month before destroying the whole land.

It seemed to be quite an amusing thought to entertain himself with as he patiently got forced to wait for the English Queen.

A faint smile curved up his lips as his imagination was too preoccupied thinking of the best way to set a whole city on fire to be concerning itself to be more aware of his surroundings. He didn’t even notice the male right behind him. 

[fear-empowered]

"Such thoughts are not welcome on hallowed grounds, sir..." The voice was soft, lingering, a whispered sigh in the still air, and yet it rang through the cathedral with an undefined power to it.

Ash Landers waited a moment before bowing to the man before him, glaring at the floor briefly as his silver locks hid his face from the view of this stranger.

Sinner, a voice in his head hissed, causing his eyes to narrow. But still a smile found its way to his pale mouth, brows inclining. If a sinner he were, then redemption he could find in the hands of this meager butler.

"Pardon my rudeness. I come in the stead of our queen. I am her head butler, Ash Landers.

"I assume that you would be, ah, the wolf? I have not been properly introduced before now. I would not want to mispronounce the name of someone who is doing his utmost to adhere to the wishes of my lady..."

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Boreray (by steve_w)

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White Poppy - Plants from which poisonous substances are derived 

attractive illustrated series printed in 1857

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