𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚒-𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏

Indie. | Private Arsène of Perona 5| | Nsfw,trigger, and spoiler heavy follow with caution. | Scripted by Kou 

[immoralii]

Caution forever engraved in his body, the Astral almost scoffs towards his own words. Daemon, and Astral speaking as it was normality of their kind.  Low hum of acknowledgment of his name leaves hi, but other than that he does nothing in return. Hearing her speak there was no lie in that statement. Trapped was a fitting term for him, yet he knew that sooner or later his chains would shatter. How they would was another matter, and one that he’d yet to worry for.

❝ I hold little care that I’m trapped for now. It is, what it is~ ❞

By all means Arsène had a feeling that the Six knew of his mild distaste towards them. It was there, but at the same time there was wonderment if they didn’t know. What a laugh that would be really. Honesty was something that he, himself would always present no matter the circumstances of things, nor the title of one either. If they could not handle it, it wasn’t his to care for. Life was a cruel thing no matter if one was an Astral, or human.

Constant pain was something he could live with, even with her words sinking into his mind. One day seemed as if it was years away, but who knows for sure what may be in their future? Certainly not him, and he didn’t recall being aware of any Astrals that could foresee things like that. Then again he didn’t stick around many Astrals, or lower ones at all.

It’s almost amusing, or rather it is amusing to see that his coat was being hugged closer. At least she was no longer bare to his eyes, and that was something of a relief. Her next words have his brow arching, but they’ve caught his attention. He would die yes, that was a given, but how she’d come about saying it was something he’d least expect. Pitiful hm? It was possible, even if he didn’t want to admit it mentally, nor aloud.

❝ Perhaps, but that is to be expected at some point in my long life. There is no real freedom within this world. Myself, others of this world, and your own kind are slaves to almost anything are we all not? ❞

Amber eyes never break away from her, and still it was entertaining to know that he had come across a daemon with intelligence. A rare one really, but never the less he would enjoy it for the smallest of times. Her injury soon grabs his attention, and soon the Astral narrows his eyes. It should heal shouldn’t it? Perhaps the caked on blood was hiding it from his sight, but still she didn’t look the greatest of colors in his eyes.

❝ You should rest. I won’t kill a person that’s injured, nor sleeping. ❞

Words simple, and not leaving room for argument Arsène leans back onto the palms of his hands. Rare was it that he’d be able to even know what relaxing was, and it was by all means something that he was enjoying. Fortune favors the bold it seemed, and it seemed like he was cashing out on it here, and now for him.

@exounecrosis

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                         I want all of you                              Forever                                   You, and me

                                      Everyday~ 

Indie. Private Himiko Toga. As Told By Crownless

[immoralii]

@corruptedpersona

❝ It’s best if you rest, rather than purchase cake. ❞

Arsène holds amusement in his words, and brings out a chuckle towards his contractor. How odd, yet interesting offer. Not one for sweet things there were times that the Persona himself would be fine with trying something new. Masked face peer around as an added measure of safety, and soon he relishes in the fact all is fine.

Human world in his sights the winged Persona stays behind his contractor for the time being. It isn’t until he’s spoken to that Arsène pays mind to things. He’d forgotten about the mention of cake for the briefest of moments. Amber eyes glance around in mock interest towards the city itself as he ignores the stuffiness of the air.

❝ I have little care what flavor it is. Cake is cake, enjoyable as long as it’s not dry~ ❞

Was it not a bad idea to get something sweet after battling one’s way through a place? Perhaps a treat was in order though, considering how things went. Arsène gestures half-assedly in a manner that states do as you wish, and I’ll follow. No point in fighting considering this was some freedom from the metaverse itself. Rare enough a chance, and he wanted to enjoy it as much as he could.

[immoralii]

Over staying seemed as if it was the mild of terms that one could use in their current situation. Whilst back then he had enjoyed the banter, and endearing conversations that they had once before. Mild squeezing of his chest for the briefest of times yet the Astral doesn’t flinch, nor allow his emotions of pain to show. Their suffering, loneliness, and biter most emotions were there, his were continuously clawing, and bellowing at him. Fond memories still surfaced as he was left wandering about Eos for many years.

Perhaps in some sick way he’d been cursed to live with them plaguing his mind as night drew near. Arsène listens only briefly as she offers a goodbye, and while he wished to be rude, and not acknowledge it instincts have kicked in now. It takes but a moment, but Arsène goes through the motions of tipping his hat off to her. It’s quick but he had lingered for a fraction of a second.

❝ It’s best we continue to keep our distance Lamia.  ❞

It’s out there, and while it would hurt many other’s emotion it hadn’t bothered him. It was for the best that neither spoke, and with that he watches as the Prince returns to normal. Solemn is how it should be, yet he feels small weight off of his shoulders. Brief was his chuckle, and his smile faint too he keeps the weary look in Lamia’s eyes for years to come. That was a look he had worn many years trapped in his prison, soon waiting for his time to break free. Even now while he is free, and punished as nothing more than an observer he wears the same look in his eyes continuously.

Soon the Prince’s words are heard as amber eyes glance towards him. What a lovely idea that was. Props Young Prince you’ve made a wise choice that would make life easy for all three of them. Another tip of his hat towards the other, he knows that it’s best to agree with it. It’s something they all needed, and he would make sure that it was well known.

❝ I agree. We shouldn’t speak to one another after this, it is after all for the best~  ❞

Words stated out so easily the Astral moves forward. There’s a brush against the other’s shoulder, but he says nothing. There’s a halt in his step, and he offers a brief grin towards Noctis. He could be cruel, and tell him that a child eating daemon is dormant inside him, but he doesn’t.

❝ Do try to continue on living little Prince~ ❞

[immoralii]

axatores:

“I must be lucky~”

She could tell the sudden distaste in his facial expression, she too hated the fact she had to break their little ‘getting to know each other better’ session. What could you do though, so with that settled she grabbed his hand once more and left the carriage avoiding all gazes from both men and women. Arsene possibly recieved the best gift, her full attention.

“As they say the night is still young, so let’s get going and look around~!”

❝ The luckiest~ ❞

He allows his hand to be grabbed as his tone takes on a small teasing, and there’s nothing but an amused chuckle that leaves him. Time maybe ruined in a knowing one better sense, yet the night was still young just as she stated. Gazes from the humans were noted, yet Arsène ignored it to his fullest. Humans, and their need to ogle at everything that ensnared their attention. By far the Persona only really wished to continue on in enjoying their time out here.

❝ Right you are.  ❞

[immoralii]

This is my warning to everyone now because I thought it would be cruel to just do something like what I’m about to do without warning. Over the next day or so I’ll be going on an unfollowing spree. Yes I will be soft blocking people so that you don’t need to worry about having to hunt down who unfollowed. I’m a mellow person, but even I have my limits, and they’ve been reached.

There are many reasons why I’m unfollowing some, and I’ll list it here :

RP blog that has become nothing but a glorified Personal. (Yes I’m aware that we all post ooc content to vent, or just goof around, but the moment I know more about your financial issues, your family’s birthdays, what you ate, how much you weigh, your foot size, when you last got fucked…etc.) it’s time that we part ways.

RP blogs that have become nothing but Porn blogs. Yes it’s a thing, and I’m not interested in that in the slightest.

People that got bit by the Need to Start Drama bug. Enough said Drama starters are kicked to the curb.

Vague posters. I’ve got a few of you(three) that have attempted to vague me such as questioning if I’ve read your rules. I did read them, but if I was interested in high school drama, and fell into Hive Mind mentality, I might have listened. The third one was just using a means of guilt tripping me via vague posting to reply to a thread.  I would like to point out that I saw the posts. That said I’ll be blowing you a kiss goodbye with my middle finger in the air.

Lastly people that have annoying pestered me continuously about replying to a thread. I get it you’re excited! I share the same emotion, but the moment you bother me on the IM’s, all the way to my Discord when it’s only been an hour or so it’s time to part ways. It’s a given you didn’t read my rules that I get busy.

[immoralii]

This is my warning to everyone now because I thought it would be cruel to just do something like what I’m about to do without warning. Over the next day or so I’ll be going on an unfollowing spree. Yes I will be soft blocking people so that you don’t need to worry about having to hunt down who unfollowed. I’m a mellow person, but even I have my limits, and they’ve been reached.

There are many reasons why I’m unfollowing some, and I’ll list it here :

RP blog that has become nothing but a glorified Personal. (Yes I’m aware that we all post ooc content to vent, or just goof around, but the moment I know more about your financial issues, your family’s birthdays, what you ate, how much you weigh, your foot size, when you last got fucked…etc.) it’s time that we part ways.

RP blogs that have become nothing but Porn blogs. Yes it’s a thing, and I’m not interested in that in the slightest.

People that got bit by the Need to Start Drama bug. Enough said Drama starters are kicked to the curb.

Vague posters. I’ve got a few of you(three) that have attempted to vague me such as questioning if I’ve read your rules. I did read them, but if I was interested in high school drama, and fell into Hive Mind mentality, I might have listened. The third one was just using a means of guilt tripping me via vague posting to reply to a thread.  I would like to point out that I saw the posts. That said I’ll be blowing you a kiss goodbye with my middle finger in the air.

Lastly people that have annoying pestered me continuously about replying to a thread. I get it you’re excited! I share the same emotion, but the moment you bother me on the IM’s, all the way to my Discord when it's only been an hour or so it’s time to part ways. It's a given you didn't read my rules that I get busy.

[immoralii]

❝ Don’t look so surprised~ ❞

It wasn’t odd that Arsène usually knew the names of those that he’d have to kill. Nothing new, nothing old, just business at its usual pace. That’s not to say that sometimes the names didn’t haunt him, because he recalls most of them, and the expressions that they show once they’re close to death. Hilarious that those things could even make some of those expressions really, Arsène could have almost felt bad for them, but never did.

How does one admit that killing someone that is unable to defend themselves was disgusting? His words alone from earlier had showed that discontent, and so he would stick to it for years to come. So called heart that should be within him did nothing but squeeze at the contempt he held towards daemons, and the humans as a whole. As her eyes widened towards his words the Astral arches a brow as if he’s questioning why she’d be so surprised.

Arsène scoffs mildly towards her words, and shifts a bit away. Whilst he was being ‘kind’ enough to spare her it did not mean that he’d allow her to be that close to him. Still to not be overly rude at her invitation the Astral steps forward enough to take a seat. The added mention of the word Mister has Arsène pulling a face that shows his distaste towards it. Really he was formal yes, but nevertheless it would be fine to address him by his name.

❝ Arsène. Not mister. ❞

It felt almost foreign even being called something like that. He wasn’t human so it made literal no sense for anyone to call him that. Especially if it were a daemon that knows what he is exactly, there was no point. He listens as Lamia begins to speak, and the more he hears the more the Astral frowns towards it. She raised them, that wasn’t the problem at all. Hell the daemon female had even mentioned that the process was slow, and that she’d only went after the flesh-bags that were easy to never remember. Orphans though it was a sad thing were the least remembered in this world that was something that even he was aware of.

❝ Daemons, are just that. They plague the night, and do as they wish. Humans fear them, and so the Six have it declared that the prized little flesh-bags must be protected. ❞

Still the fact remind that he was aware that he’d been lied to more than once in his lifetime. Scoffing towards the mentioning of innocent lives he glances towards her with an amused look. Did she assume that he murdered humans here, and there as well? If only such a moment were true, then he’d be less offended by that comment of Lamia’s shaking his head Arsène lets out a low grunt.

❝ I’ve only wasted my time in killing daemons that have hunted, and murdered humans. Nothing more, nothing less. I can’t consider a daemon that slaughters a whole family innocent in the slightest. ❞

Was it cruel? Yes, but did he really care? No not in the slightest, and the tune that he’d used only proved it. It was lacking any sort of guilt, nor care. Even if he ‘avenged’ the humans like the Six had stated he never cared. There had always been that sickening feeling that something was off about many of the orders, but to save face he went through with them to make sure that there was no suspicion his behalf.

❝ This doesn’t leave this area, nor will I admit that I’ve said anything to you of this matter. I am for the most part aware that the Six have lied many times to be, and others. I find no comfort in it, but for the time being I must listen before I do anything that would lead to my death. ❞

Amber eyes no longer mocking, nor filled with sarcasm glanced towards Lamia. He shouldn’t be having this sort of conversation with anyone, but she had a mind, and seemed as if she had he fair share of doubts as well. Humans were cruel little things, but when it came down to it, the Six were the worst. Always have been, and they would always be like that. He held no hope that they weren’t discontinue things ever.

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                         I want all of you                              Forever                                   You, and me

                                      Everyday~ 

Indie. Private Himiko Toga. As Told By Crownless

[immoralii]

His guard being down was a rare moment itself, and still it didn’t bother him much. The smile that was brought to Carmen’s face was enough to have him grin towards her. Both charmers in their own ways, and silver tongues that could talk many into falling for them. Funny how fates strings allowed them to both be able to share a moment, or two.

❝ I care little for the women out there. I am most content with having you around me than them.  ❞

Honesty was a lovely thing to some extent, but if there was too much of it even Arsène would become bored. Their little carriage stopped, and soon he stands up a bit reluctantly. Once her question reaches his ears, the Persona hums to himself. There was nothing in mind, but still just being able to walk freely was a welcomed thing nevertheless to him.

❝ I’ve no desire to see any places, but perhaps if we walk about the city something could come up. ❞

[immoralii]

❝ I am a male yes.  ❞

How strangely entertaining this little blonde human was, and there was a mild need to possibly pick at him. There is some interest in the other’s actions as he begins to speak, and there is no hidden chuckle at his struggle of this what was he, and how did he get here were good ones. Still he remained silent for the most part so that the other may get whatever inquires he holds out without much worry.

Soon it’s time for him to open his ‘mouth’ to reply. Of course he is but a cruel man, and Arsène relishes in this a bit. Clearing his throat the Persona glances just quickly enough to see if there’s anything that may interrupt this. All is clear, and so the Persona bows just a bit out of pure politeness.

❝ I am Arsène, and I am what is called a Persona. Do forgive me, but I have no reason available to explain as to how you’ve walked here. ❞

Mentioning of an odd app appearing on the blonde’s phone wasn’t lost on him, but the Persona had little to no idea what was going on. If this apparent app had been the reasoning for this, then there was something going on.  He taps the tip of his claws against his forearm, and it’s the beginning of the sentence that grabs his attention. Strange action friend? Well now maybe this was a cruel twist of fate.

❝ Define ‘acting strange.’  ❞

No room for agreement now the Persona has finally turned his attention to this. Perhaps it’s what he was thinking it was, but only details may clear that up. How lovely would that be to know that this little nervous blonde may end up having to step into a Palace of his friend.

[immoralii]

❝ I’d do no such thing for you. Not now, nor ever. 

She was not incorrect at all. His mind would never change, and while she had some good amount of humor that wouldn’t count this time around. Amber eyes forever narrowed towards the daemon he knows that this is a waste of his, and her time alone. Of course the fact that she was injured is what made this all the more an annoyance to the Astral.  It wasn’t too surprising that she was calm looking about this, it made things a bit easier to end her soon after she’s recovered.

Arsène looks at her with a disdained look the second she mentions his apparent ‘boss.’ Yes how could he forget that really? Nevertheless she was to be killed soon. He was aware of her name, and yet he didn’t bother to say anything about it. Bahamut had given him an order, and so it was something he’d listen to vaguely. The Six as a while was something he cared little for, but at the same time there was some respect.

❝ No they’re not wrong in the slightest. Lamia the one that torments children. Such a lovely name, yet what you’re being targeted for is distasteful. ❞

There he’d stated her name, so that she knew that it was known. In a negative sense it was known, yet he hadn’t told a lie when he mentioned that it was a lovely name. Interesting really. It was now that he listened as she spoke about how many children she’s consumed, and he recalls nothing like that being mentioned to him. Perhaps it was a mistake, but somehow it didn’t seem correct. Of course the second she’s saying something about soulless shells his look towards her is void of emotion.

❝ They’ve failed to mention such a thing. A body without a soul is still in a manner of speaking murdering them. There is also the manner of what type of children you consume. One’s of status, or of lesser known. ❞

There was a lingering doubt that clawed the back of his mind now. Daemons by all means were ones that were unable to feel emotion, let alone show it. Yet here she was-No wait here Lamia was speaking, and having her smile falter. Something was wrong is what his mind was screaming at him, and he knew it wasn’t wrong. A hum passes his lips, and yet there’s nothing he can really say. He didn’t like the flesh bags, yet children were innocent nevertheless to him. Annoying as they could be really, Arsène would still attempt to protect them if need be.

Perhaps, just perhaps he’d be able to come up with something that would prove if she were lying or not. At least it was something yes? Nothing wrong with that at all. There wasn’t a time limit for him to return, and as long as the job was done sooner or later that would be fine with the Six in general. It was a stupid idea, it was something that even he was considering doing, but at least it would smooth out the general idea of things.

❝ I shall stay here for the time being to observe you, and your actions. ❞

It’s a curt reply, and still he doesn’t care if she’d approve of it or not. His gut was telling him that something was off, and missing so he’d figure it out as much as possible. If he would like the results or not was a completely different thing, but it was something that he could be able to adapt to. Arms crossed over his chest Arsène gestures for her to go ahead, and explain her side of the story. There was always two sides to a coin, and this was nothing that he wasn’t too prepared for either.

[immoralii]

❝ Do you now? ❞

Voice void of emotion the Astral stares at her with mild curiosity. Arsène hadn’t asked out of malice, nor was it out of the kindness of his heart. The knife had been stabbed deeply into him long ago, and forgiveness was something he hadn’t bother to partake in ever. Fallen as he was there was some sense of his own ‘justice’ that continued to stick to him. Every whilst he should have killed her many years ago he wouldn’t. Even now, what a laugh that was.

Silence was an enemy in some sense to him, but it was also a welcoming treasure. He’d learnt in his imprisonment that he could only really trust it to have his back. Something unloving was trustworthy to something that was deemed living. The world truly was a lost cause. Amber eyes never glanced away, and Arsène watched her keenly. She’d sucked in air yes, and so he knew something was bound to be said. It always was like that between them. Days of old when they looked at the skyline long gone he waited.

Scoffing towards her as she speaks in the Prince’s body he’d weighed his options. The dark haired boy hadn’t taken the emotions of Lamia well earlier. As much as he didn’t want her around him having an emotion wreck within an arm’s reach wasn’t the most ideal of things. It was no lie that having watched, and walked around Eos for years he was bored of it yes, but still it was something to do. He didn’t care that his next set of words would be harsh, he’d went through his own little hell back then, that perhaps death itself would have been the best of options.

❝ The only nice time I need is with you being away from me. I may not like the Prince, but he has my admiration far more then you do anymore. ❞

[immoralii]

❝ Of course, always~ ❞

There’s an off feeling sinking in the pit of his stomach, and the Persona knows that perhaps there’s something wrong. Not jealously, nor rage, but possible confusion rests on him. Was something like that acceptable when it came to Personas? There was some part of him saying maybe not, yet his usual side was always for throwing away any rules that may apply to many others. It just wasn’t his style.

He’s always willing to go the more rebellious way, and in turn there was a smirk on his features. It’s soon wiped clean off of him the moment that a pair of lips touches his cheek. Well now Carmen had raised the bar quite high after that. It’s a brief moment of surprise, but that doesn’t stop him from returning such a gesture. Just this once it was fine to let his guard down only a tad. With that he places a small kiss against her forehead.

❝ They’ll always be jealous because you’re the loveliest woman here. ❞

[trickept-deactivated20180602]

Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, When a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, Night will fall and the dark will rise, When a good man goes to war. Demons run, but count the cost. The battle’s won but the child is lost.

[immoralii]

❝ I wonder if it was from his accident, or was it when he had to witness Tenebrae being attack~ ❞

Arsène had seen what happened somewhat, but at some point he'd gotten tired of the mindless slaughter that went on. There’s visible disgust towards Lamia the second she attempted her usual sway, and he moves away from her. It wasn’t the fact that it had been the Prince’s body moving towards him,No- It was the fact that she thought all was well between them to attempt something like that. There’s rage in the pit of his stomach, and he feels bad slightly for Noctis having that awful woman possessing him.

❝ I don’t find the Prince’s features to my taste. Whilst he is nice on the eyes, the looks that you usually gave don’t fit someone as vanilla as him. ❞

Nothing said keep your ass over there, and knock off your shit like that. The second that she’d closed the distance there’s annoyance that bubbles inside of him. None of that, and the moment she mentions the hat as well he’s narrowed his eyes. While he didn’t hear her, he knew that look, and he felt that annoyance once more. The moment she reaches for the hat he’s already slapped her hand away from him. The sound had echoed just enough, and the Astral didn’t even seem sorry in the slightest. Rage filled maybe, but that was it.

❝ Don’t you dare touch me so freely. ❞

There’s a harsh bite to his tone that finally makes itself known finally. Amber eyes narrowed to the point of glaring there’s a low growl that surfaces for a split second. He knows where the hat came from, he was also aware that she’d given it to him. It’s something that he’d become fond of, even if she’d betrayed him like that all those years ago. Forgetting that she'd given him the hat was something that was difficult at first, yet he’d managed to master it after a few thousand years, and pushing back his disdain towards her as well.

[immoralii]

Arsène was aware that perhaps not everyone liked his attitude, and whilst many would bemoan about being hated, he cared little. Personal thoughts, and no one truly ever liked someone sometimes. Life was a gamble of fifty-fifty, and he wanted people to remember that. Of course when it came to Carmen he viewed her as someone that he’d continue to be fond off, and perhaps down his usually attitude thanks to enjoying her company.

❝ Wouldn’t want that at all~ I’m sure they’re just jealous that they can’t be around a lovely lady such as yourself. ❞

Hands no longer on him, the Persona chuckled, but did not bother to complain. It was nice while it had lasted, and here she was beside him as well. From the corners of his eyes he’d glanced towards her curiously, but soon paid some mind to the view that had begun to become less, and less.

❝ Seems we’ll need to get off in a moment’s notice. It was enjoyable never the less. ❞