Picasso with a Razor

Everyone  is  a  [ book  of  blood ] Wherever we're opened, we're red. Alastair is my name; I am a scholar, an artist. I study in the art of torture. I am the second demon created by Lucifer and the Grand Inquisitor of Hell. Someone asked me to come out and play again. I don't know who, or how they brought me back, but rest assured I'm here to stay. [[ Independent semi-selective Supernatural roleplay blog. Multiverse and multiship. Mun and Muse are both of age. Blog will contain NSFW themes, including sex and, far more commonly violence and blood/gore. All such things will be tagged accordingly. ]] tracking: grandiinquisitor

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|| Hello everyone. So, my aunt just passed away due to cancer, which was why I was here and then not. Things have been pretty emotional over here, so I’m going to be gone a few more days. Thank you for your understanding. ||

[grandiinquisitor]

|| Hello everyone. So, my aunt just passed away due to cancer, which was why I was here and then not. Things have been pretty emotional over here, so I’m going to be gone a few more days. Thank you for your understanding. ||

[grandiinquisitor]

|| Hello everyone. So, my aunt just passed away due to cancer, which was why I was here and then not. Things have been pretty emotional over here, so I’m going to be gone a few more days. Thank you for your understanding. ||

[grandiinquisitor]

|| Hello everyone. So, my aunt just passed away due to cancer, which was why I was here and then not. Things have been pretty emotional over here, so I’m going to be gone a few more days. Thank you for your understanding. ||

[grandiinquisitor]

dontfxckwithbaby:

       ﹙ ✦ ﹚   The gentle touch to her back drew her just a bit closer, and beneath his fingers, hidden wings twitched in delight. “There’s no place I’d rather be,” Babylon replied softly, smiling up at him in that way of hers. That excited, mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Feeling his hand on her again… She’d forgotten how large his vessel was. How small he could make her feel. Maybe it was because, after a while, she stopped feeling small compared to him. At some point, she realized… She started feeling equal. 

                          But a touch was all it took to remind her of how large he was, how small he could make her feel… And how much she liked it. And how oddly safe it made her feel. For now, though, she put the mushy thoughts aside. Alastair wasn’t one of those types, and besides… There were other things on the agenda. 

                          “Hell’s had no shortage of souls since you’ve been gone,” Babylon promised, “And the list to fill your chambers is a mile long.”

       A quiet chuckle rasped up from the white-eyed demon’s lips. Oh, he craved the work, the chance to return to his chosen medium. He had known there would be souls waiting for him. There was no one capable of performing his art quite like him. Even if he occasionally chose an apprentice to learn the trade, none held his natural talent for it. There was a reason why, even after his death, none had taken up his title. The shoes were too big to fill.        “Then there is plenty of work to be done.” His touch lingered on her back, his fingers curling a fraction as he began to lead her through Hell’s winding halls. Oh, it was so good to be home. And with, perhaps, his favourite guest of his gallery. “Let’s fillet them together, shall we? We’ll chain a few outside the doors, a gran re-opening.”

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        “That’s what I’ve seen,” he replied, looking from Alastair, to the ocean, and back again. His wings vanished and he began making his way back to the shore. “I paid a visit once I was well enough. The place is dreadful, and not in a good way. There’s nothing of me left there but Hell itself and the Cage. I hate it. I knew Crowley wanted Hell for himself, but you’d think he’d respect the being that let him keep it.” 

       Something was off. He could see it as Lucifer spoke. Sure, he talked down on Crowley, that was to be expected, but his words were lacking something. They were lacking drive, passion. They were lacking the promise of burning down anyone who got in his way. It was strange and unfamiliar on his Father. Alastair studied him, keeping his hands neatly folded. “Let him keep it?”

[bluemm99]

Torture Sentence Starters

( compiled of a few other starter sentence posts, only like 3 are mine )

“Tell me what it’ll take…”

“Because you’re a fine piece of work yourself, huh?”

“This little game is becoming boring, don’t you think?”

“you’re just a toy.”

“Don’t you dare touch me again.”

“you can’t keep this up, not forever. ”

“ You’ll do as i say. ”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You know you’ll end up crawling back.”

“You can beg better than that, my darling…”

“Dare to bite the hand that feeds you?”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“your screams are so lovely, please indulge me in some more~”

“Such a pretty face… not for long.”

“You’re already so pliant, but breaking you further will be fun.”

“It’s too late for regrets.”

“Just remember. You’re hopelessly filthy.”

“Will you really try living life as a normal happy person? What a laugh.”

“You’re really just a coward.”

“Don’t feel bad. There was no chance for you to begin with.”

“Your words are charming but not sincere.”

“I know what lies beneath that carefully placed mask of a pleasant smile, and it’s nothing short of broken.”

“No one is going to save you. No one gives a damn about you.”

“I want to defile what little innocence you have left.”

“I own you.”

“That was not a ‘suggestion’…”

“Learn to discard these pesky emotions. You won’t need them.”

“I think your assurances that I’ll be unharmed were especially hilarious.”

“Don’t pry any further, you have no right.”

“If only it were that simple. You’ll have to try harder.”

“ Your little act of ‘independence’ is cute, it really is… ”

“If you don’t get up, then I’ll make you.”

“But darling, you look much better covered in blood.”

“You’ll never see the light of day again.”

“ You can either do as i say or not eat tonight. your choice. ”

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dontfxckwithbaby:

        ﹙ ✦ ﹚   Watching Alastair with his tools had always felt like a holy experience. Which was… admittedly a bit odd, considering. But it didn’t change the fact that watching Alastair even just hold his tools felt like some blessing. Babylon watched in reverent silence as his fingers traced along the tools, the tools she’d kept sharp, and clean, and treated with the upmost care. Tools she never knew he’d return for, but kept them up to par all the same. Tools she cared for. For a Demon she cared for.

                            “You’re welcome,” she replied softly, her smile small as she gave a small nod, “I couldn’t let anyone unworthy use them, could I? I imagined you’d roll in your grave if an underling even looked at them. So I gathered them up and… Yea. Kept them safe for you, just in case…” She watched the way the straight edge glittered in the light and smiled a bit more, proud with just how pristine she’d kept them. “I’m glad they’re back to you. Now they can be used. It was always strange, just having them sit there… They’re meant for art. Not for display.”

       That was the thing about Baby. He’d hundreds of thousands of creatures crumble at his feet. He’d had sadistic demons crave the screams he could cause, he’d received endless amounts of praise for his work... but so very few understood his work for what it truly was to him. Art.

        That was what separated her from others. She admired his work not just for how effective it was, how many answers he could pull, how many screams he could pull, but for each carefully calculated slice, each painstaking method, for each masterpiece of blood and agony he created.

        “How right you are.” He lowered the blade, a slender hand reaching out to touch her back, “Care to join me in my Gallery?”

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kingoffallengrace:

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        Lucifer loved the sanctuary he’d made for himself. Up on the hill, where his home resided, he could hear the seashell chimes tinkling in the evening breeze. The distant sound of settling gulls and seals. The crashing waves. They reminded him of The Beginning. The Primordial Waters from which his Father made the universe. His childhood playground. Michael…

        A voice startled him. Damaged wings flared as Lucifer turned, eyeing the one who stood before him. At first, he was surprised. One, he’d heard Alastair had been killed off by Sam long before Lucifer even was freed. Second, he was surprised a Demon had made it through all his warding – then again, all the “white eyed” Demons (his Demons) were presumed dead, so maybe it didn’t work. Or maybe Alastair was now stuck. Regardless, Alastair had somehow found him despite all the wards he’d put up to prevent something like this.

        But now Alastair was here, and there was nothing he could do.

        “Ah… Yes, I’m alive.” Not returned. Alive. Returned would suggest Lucifer intended to go back to Hell, to do as he’d been doing before Sam tossed him back into the Cage. 

      It had been centuries since Alastair had last seen him. Longer, by       hell years. There was few beings in that universe that he held any       respect for, and the one that he held in the highest regard stood       here before him now. It had been worth tearing through the lower-       level wards, of the pain through his blackened soul (or what was       left of it, which admittedly wasn’t much) caused by the higher-level       ones. Because now, he stood before him again, the pale blue eyes       owned by his meat suit flickering over each set of wings.

      Alastair folded his hands neatly behind his back, forcing his gaze       back to his creator’s eyes. An easy smile — few demons could man-       age such a thing in front of the lightbringer himself — crossed his       face. “It’s good to see you... Hell has been horribly dull under its new       management. Crowley lacks an artistic eye.”

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dontfxckwithbaby:

jUST SO WE’RE ALL ON PAR WITH THE BABY/ALASTAIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE 

(Alastair’s height was taken using his actor’s height)

DO YOU SEE THIS?

SHE BARELY REACHES HIS SHOULDER OH MY GOD

@grandiinquisitor​  just in case u forgot while u were away

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kingoffallengrace:

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         He was sure he looked silly. Arms outstretched over the rolling waves, jeans rolled up mid way up his calves, eyes closed under the moonlight and his wings draped in the water. But the ocean calmed him. He liked the ebb and flow, the coolness, the sand between his toes, the chilly mist that rose from the waves. Lucifer closed his eyes and let his head tip back, soaking up the moonlight and the peace of the evening, his six tattered wings lightly swaying in the breeze.

       He’d heard a rumor. A whisper passed from furtive ear to furtive ear,        anxious demons terrified of being overheard for fear that their new        king might overhear. Or perhaps for fear that they were wrong. Some-        one had seen him.

       Everyone knew Alastair detested Earth. It was too cold, too peaceful,        there was no biting scent of blood, or burning flesh, no symphony of        screams. There were very few things which could have convinced him        to willingly return topside, but this was one of them. If the rumor had        turned out to be false, heads would have rolled. But instead, it turned        out to be true.

       Alastair appeared on the beach. He looked horribly out of place in his        leather shoes and button-down, and the sea’s breeze brought a scowl        to his face, but any amount of discomfort was worth this.

       “Father... you’ve returned.”

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dontfxckwithbaby:

     ﹙ ✦ ﹚   “I guess that’s good for me, and bad for everyone else,” Babylon replied, then cleared her throat, “Hell’s, ah, been too quiet, I mean. No one makes ‘em scream like you did.” She swallowed thickly and shifted, staring at him like she still couldn’t quite believe he was there. “Of course I have. You know me… Trouble’s my middle name and all that jazz. Nothing as exciting as before, I’m afraid, but not boring either.” 

                        Fuck… I missed you.

                        “I kept your tools safe, figured you’d want ‘em back if you ever showed up,” Baby continued with a small shrug, “I dunno. Either way it didn’t feel right letting some random Demon who didn’t know torture from murder handle them. They’re yours. Just yours.” Her hands extended, the tools wrapped in delicate red cloth between them. “Here.”

       His tools. Whatever other thoughts were on his mind, they flickered        away in a moment’s notice when they were offered out to him. Oh,        he had missed them. He was an artist starved of his craft, a scholar        left without his studied for years now, and he positively yearned to        take it up again.

       When he reached for the items, he took them near reverently, nimble        fingers pushing away the cloth and dancing over the handles of each        hand-picked (and often hand-crafted) tool, settling at last on that whi-        ch he had always been most known for. His straight edge.

       Setting the others aside with care, he held the razor up, inspecting it        with all the care of the craftsman he was. Perfect.

                            She had kept it all perfect for him, just right. She knew.

       A wicked smile touched his lips. “Thank you.” Those words were so        rare from him, they tasted strange on his lips, but he meant meant        them for all the weight they carried.

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I HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW PRECIOUS @GRANDIINQUISITOR IS AND I WILL NEVER MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN

[grandiinquisitor]

|| "Sunshine puppy." I'm sitting here researching torture methods to brush up on Alastair. ||

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“She will be watching you today.”

     Intrusive. I’m an artist, not a showman. But fine, we will     see how long she lasts. I give her twenty minutes before     she is vomiting in the next room.

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     ﹙ ✦ ﹚   “Alastair?” She wasn’t quite sure how to react to the sight of him. There was a confused flurry inside her mind, half desperate to embrace him, half eager to play it cool. Alastair had always been the most complicated being she’d ever met, even rivaling Lucifer. And a few rolls in the hay and some shared interests didn’t change any of that. Even if it did in her mind, but Alastair’s was another all together.

                        So she settled with just awkwardly standing there, staring at him with an unsure look in her eyes. “I, ah… I thought you were gone.”

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        Babylon. She had always been such an intriguing creature to him.         He remembered, in the time before his untimely death, the fun th-         ey’d had in his ‘workshop,’ and even in the bedroom. He remember-         ed their time listening to smooth jazz, blood spilling over their hands,         their clothes as they traded wicked little smiles, delighting in fine art         of torture. There were so few in that world that enjoyed it as much         as he did. Well. Nearly as much, anyway.

                                    There were so few that truly appreciated his craft.

        “I’m not so easy to get rid of.” No, not even the true vessel of Lucifer          could really get rid of him. Not without Lucifer himself behind the wh-          eel, of course. “Been up to trouble while I was gone?”

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