I am: Alone, absolute, abomination. I am: Breath-taking, baleful, bitter. I am: Crystallized, crimson, cremated. I am: Darling, damned, dead.
I am. I was. I will be. (CNS)
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I am: Alone, absolute, abomination. I am: Breath-taking, baleful, bitter. I am: Crystallized, crimson, cremated. I am: Darling, damned, dead.
I am. I was. I will be. (CNS)
To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.
Elie Wiesel, Night (via quotes-shape-us)
She is far, far away from me. She walks in starlight in another world. It was just a dream.
The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013)
Task #1: 26 questions to get to know your Muse.
1. What is your character’s full name? : Sanctus: Sanctus (Latin: Sanctus, "Holy") is a hymn in Christian liturgy. It may also be called the epinikios hymnos , "Hymn of Victory" ‘Invictus’: Invictus is Latin for “unconquered.” or the “undefeated” Slytherin: Slytherin is one of the four houses of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was founded by Salazar Slytherin.
2. When were they born? December 16th 1920 ( he’s a lot older despite his Date of birth, because of his time-turner he has lived in every era. But the date given is his original birth )
3. What are their parent’s names? Vladimir Slytherin ( father ) Elvira Slytherin Née Gaunt (mother )
4. Do they have any brothers or sisters: A twin brother: Salazar Slytherin; was named after the founder himself. However went by Sal during his youth. A younger sister: Skylar Slytherin.
5. What kind of eyes do they have? Golden irises with a hint of orange in it.[x] It’ll be as if staring into the sun itself if it had no blinding glare to it. Before his death, it was an icy blue colour.[x]
6. What kind of hair do they have? Long white hair [x] Previously it was black
7. What is their complexion like? Pale. Even before he became a vampire, he was pale.
8. What is their blood status? Pureblood.
9. What is listening to their voice like? Like a mixture of many accents. That is hard to exactly pinpoint. Sometimes he would sound American, other times British. he has travelled everywhere and has lived a long time which plays a part in it also.
10. Do they have a favorite quote? "You’re not a creature in body. You exist as the stars exist, participating in their stillness, their immensity."
11. What sort of music do they enjoy? Orchestra or Classical music.
12. Do they have any marks or tattoos? Battle scars along their body, one on their left eye. Runic symbols along their arms and fingers that would shimmer and light up whenever he would use his magic.
13. Have they ever lost someone close to them? Yes; his wife and two children. They were murdered many years ago in his main timeline. The world itself doesn’t exist anymore. However the memories do.
14. What is their favourite sound? The sound of fire crackling. As the very first spell he ever mastered to a high potency was fiendfyre and as such fire has a high affiliation with him.
15. What is their favorite food? Used to be pork chops. Now his preferred food is magical essences, purebloods and even going far as drinking the blood of magical creatures.
16. Are they judgmental of others? Only Voldemort.Mainly because he knows of his true upbringing and his blood status.
17. What is their opinion on the war? If balance dictates that war needs to be granted. So it shall be. Sanctus believes in a higher order. Not so much on the whole good versus evil concept. Everyone has good and evil in them, light and dark. He believes that if too much Peace is around, chaos will rise and balance it out. It would be the same case is if there is too much muggleborns or even wizardry kind.
18. What are they like when they stay up all night? Sanctus doesn’t need to sleep. He often wanders around, exploring and finding out information. He, however has been venturing out into the muggle world more often studying them and acknowledges their threat.
19. Are they more a dreamer, or realist? A realist.
20. What colour evokes strong memories for them? Black. As in every timeline he’d be in, a black mist would eventually track him down and consume the world he exists in. He has witnesses ruination has witnessed it first hand as it brings about his end and rebirth.
21. What do they do on rainy days? Wander into places ordinary people would be too afraid to venture.
22. What was their favorite subject at school? Ancient Runes. It would later be the result of his obsession in discovering and mastering the use of old magic. The catasylst for him extracting his wands core and the union of it to his bodies core. However such power has a heavy price.
23. What word do they overuse the most? Sacrifice. As he understands it firsthand and the result of what is needed to achieve power.
24. What does amortentia smell like to them? Despair lmao It doesn’t affect him, he isn’t attracted to anyone.
25. Who where they close to at Hogwarts? During his youth, he was most close to what would be his wife; Carmilla Magnus. However would meet her demise along with their children some years later.
26. what’s their favorite magical creature? A Nundu, during his travel to East africa in search of runic tablets, he met many Nundu’s. A powerful magical beast. He resued a cub of one of them and raised it during his stay in the country.
carrowandalecto:
Correct answer, Sanctus.
He could be the oldest, wisest or even the one who could see their victory, but nothing of this would it be powerful if he wasn’t in their side. “A policy man. He decided to knock at our door saying that he got a suspicious call about our neighborhood. Welcoming him seemed to be fair, don’t you think?” She kept the smile, keeping strong in front of the other. “A mudblood walking around our neighborhood. He wasn’t aware of what he was doing and we needed to show around. We are the best people around. And… now,” She stopped listening that far away due to screaming, she smiled with a little pleasure “probably without skin. But it’s always a pleasure to have you with us, Sanctus. Do you need some blood?”
He locked eyes with the other as he could hear the screams of the muggleborn, his cries and screams hitting his eardrums as if he was in the room committing those very acts. She had a talent, not many could break people so effortlessly. A skill is needed and the other has become a master of it. Sanctus let out a scoff from his lips at the mention of blood, “No, I don’t feed off of mudbloods. My hunger leans more towards purity.” he replied, returning a smile towards Alecto. Purebloods had an interesting taste in their blood. Like a shockwave of electricity flowing through them, the magic in their blood provided a certain kick to it. It was addicting for the Slytherin prince for his early stages of his upbringing as a vampire. Reminiscing of a time he slaughtered a magical school, the land became tainted in the blood of magical beings. Wizards, witches and even magical creatures that would aid them. The castle lay in ruins. And a figure would stand in the center with a thousand swords pierced into them, his skin covered in crimson that dripped down his chin flowing below with the heavens giving way as rainfall began. Sanctus shifted his gaze towards where the mudblood would be, “Let us find out the secrets he holds.” his body broke apart forming into shadows, sinking into the floorboard, “You have broken his body, now it is time to break his spirit.” his voice whispered through the shadows as he faded away. Golden hues peering through the shadows of the room where the hostage would be, he observed the male in silence in the shadows. Sanctus took a slow step forward, hearing the man cry and mutter under his breath. Quivering in pain from the torturing he received. A broken man in body. He hummed as he neared him, circling the other as if he were his prey. Startling him, before he could speak, “Shhh”, his voice would crack as silence filled them, he stood in front of him, his eyes piercing into the others. “The mind is stronger than the body, that is why one tortures first. To break and conquer. But you know this already, no? Surely they teach that in your world.”
cissyqueen:
At one point, Cissy didn’t realize that the man was far away from her. Sooner her eyes opened, the big savior, also called Sanctus, was there to solve the problem. Or in another way: to keep Narcisa’s purity far away from dirty minded people. The darkness wasn’t enough to keep her watching the scene of the oldest to destroy the life of the man in front of them. Living near of others who killing was something usual, she kept her heart cold as she looked to the man dying in front of them without any chance to survive.
Leaving the evidence, plus also disapparating from the scene wasn’t something she expected, but her heart felt was the best for that hideous man. Her eyes now could see where they were taken, seeing the cathedral near them and she was able to know the exactly location. She wouldn’t come to this spot, so it was a perfect place to hide for a while. Her hands started to shake and she knew it was because of the shock of what happened previously.
“Thank you.” She controlled her voice, without looking at the man and holding her hands to hide her feelings from herself. Her golden hair moved with the wind and, after some seconds, she looked at him, with no fear but full of gratefulness. “I wouldn’t make without you; I should learn how to defend myself since it’s official my engagement with Malfoy.”
He gave a tilt of his head, as the crimson faded away from his mouth. A soft hum escaped from his lips as he began to walk slowly towards the other. Her aura gave off a particular scent. A mix of pureness to it, but something hidden - caged almost. His lips couldn’t help but form into a small smile. The wind caressed his face piercing through the gaps causing it to fall back. His long white hair swayed from the wind. “I would disagree. You most certainly know how to defend yourself. You just need the courage to act upon it.” he said calmly as his golden hues eyed the cathedral. A place of a higher power. His vision pulsated as the location laid in wasteland filled with decay and rot of the world. The darkness swallows the sun and the stars afar. There were no cries or pleas. Silence. Utter silence. Sanctus blinked as reality would return to normal, his breath was shaky momentarily as he cleared his throat giving a slight shake of his head.
He shifted his gaze towards the other as he placed his hand upon the railing. “I do believe it is necessary for everyone to have the knowledge and the means to act upon said courage. I can offer you my guidance towards such a goal; but all things bare a heavy sacrifice. In this bridge between muggleborn’s and our own kind will bring about a change. It’s already in the air. Waiting to find an opportunity,” he gave a brief pause as he held his hand out towards the female, “Would you reach for yours?” he added.
blood in the cut | sanctus & alecto
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“Look who decided to show up from the chambers.” Her sarcastic tone could be detected and Alecto wouldn’t care less if this was pointed out. Sanctus was someone who was closely to the bloody personality similar to Amycus and her. She was carrying a knife dropping some blood, stained on her skin and clothes as she smiled like a small child. “We are saying hi to our new guest. Do you want to join or have a tea?”
Sanctus eyed the other, his gaze shifting towards the knife, seeing the blood. A hum resounded within his mouth as his irises flickered back towards Alecto. She was always a murderous one. No matter the era he'd find himself in. He could smell it oozing off of her. The bloodlust seems to be her destiny. "Who is our new guest, then?" he asked as he took a step towards the other.
cissyqueen:
a savior | sanctus & cissy
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Since the engagement was announced at the Daily Prophet, Cissy was started to be approached from several wizards wanting to assault her. Trying to grab some infos, personal details but also to force her into problems because they believe if Lucius is having this woman, they also could. And that was exactly the issue happened at that time. Leaving the Ministry, a man followed her into the next restaurant she was going to have an important meeting for her wedding.
He grabbed her waist and she looked at him, furiously and trying to leave the embrace.
Since his arrival into this era, he kept himself hidden only letting himself be known by few people. Others that would meet him would find themselves in an unfortunate ending. The golden in his irises glimmered underneath the darkness of his hood as he approached slowly. He could sense the change in the air as made his way closer to the male and the female. A need. something of sinister nature oozed from him. Sanctus muttered something underneath his breath causing the restaurant to fall into utter darkness. He grabbed the male by the wrist, with his free hand he pulled onto the back of his head revealing his neck biting into it tearing into flesh and bone. Crimson laced his mouth as the darkness shimmered deafening his cries. Usually Sanctus would destroy evidence. But sometimes a little chaos is needed to restore balance. He moved towards the female, placing a hand upon her disapparating from the scene. Reappearing on top of a roof of a tall building near a catheral. A bridge between the muggle and the magical world. Sanctus removed his hand from the other taking a step back. “They won’t be a bother again.” his voice was calm, even with the crimson that was dripping from his lips. His golden irises remained fixed upon her presence.
I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to man has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.
The Seventh Seal (1957)
He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch.
Jean Luc Godard (via eyelovelisa)
You’re not a creature in body. You exist as the stars exist, participating in their stillness, their immensity.
Louise Glück, excerpt of Telescope (via ohproserpine)
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