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"Subservience is but the right of the masses. Above all; it is never for me." Independent Krul Tepes Sideblog Follows from @tazettas. Largely inactive.

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elsiemisu:

why do i always ship the shitty ships???? ? ?  

[krultepes]

The words danced on the tip of her unforked tongue, tempting escape. Clipped wings and skyward eyes; they struggled to take flight.

As she rode through the carnage she had wrought-- her own livestock, dead in a foolish uprising, wrenched apart by her own delicate hands-- she schooled her face into the barest semblance of disgust.

Disgust was the strongest emotion open to her, short of anger. The beauty of their transience meants as such..

Questing, Krul’s fingers ghosted over her servant’s shoulder. In the near-darkness of dawn, her eyes glinted with their own light, an empty red. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, or simple hunger. It had been a week since she last fed.

Looking back at her, steady grey eyes sparking curiosity, Krul marvelled at her prize stallion; horse or human, they were livestock all the same. 

He was still human, mercifully so. She could not see this youth enjoying the eternity he lusted after so. It would bring nothing but hollow ashes and gravel in the back of his throat. It was mercy, truly; to spare him Eternity.

The words were set free, pirouetting through the air between them.

“Ferid...What is it like to feel?”

[thousandmonkeys]

Flickering

Fandom: Owari ni Seraph

Characters: Krul Tepes, Mikaela Hyakuya, Asuramaru

Summary: He tasted of Asura as she drank deep. || Canon Divergent post chapter 46. Candles!verse.

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[krultepes]

Candles weep as they burn to nothing; expire under the waxen tears of grief. That, she knew well. Yet, to move through the darkened halls was foolish in and of itself.

Leaning forward, she set the high-perched wick on fire with a deft flick; and let the match fall onto the ground beneath her. Asura had cared for the Persian carpets, luxuriated in the vivid indigo. Krul had half a mind to make cleaning rags out of them.

Asura may yet return to her; his disappearance was temporary, as it always was. Hadn’t her ? Prometheus himself had not the arrogance to aid humanity as such-- To bring tidings of the Seraph of the End. Wasn’t that what had driven the First to his downfall?.

Ah, ah. It had been a century, now.

And it had been millennia since the First had vanished.

Parting the velvet curtains, she entered the domain of her former scion. Behind her trailed the scent of incense; and before her, the rotting cloying scent of lilies. It wasn’t enough to disguise the rot that lingered about them. This wing of the manor rarely saw residence-- but the master was home. She had seen the accursed horse.

“Ferid Bathory. You are to aid me.”

Mad-cap laughter greeted her, and despite having played Dante in living hell, she flinched.

[cithara-musing]

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　―――fear no more the midnight. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 　―――――fear no more the sea.

[krultepes]

“Here, I am but a simple guest. Will you not take my hand?”

Imperiously, she raised her expectant hand, palm up-and-out, to her companion. Though still infinitely young by vampiric standards, she had already borne the weight of her first century. It was no small feat, navigating the upheavals that characterised this milestone year, and some frivolous ball was welcome respite. 

Yet, in the eyes of propriety, she could not enter alone.

[fxmilia-deactivated20160617]

“ If I’m busy being angry and you’re busy being yourself, then where is this plot going ?? “

@krultepes

[krultepes]

“Why, into the hills and over away.”

[krultepes]

She heaved a shuddering sigh, broken ribs piercing her lungs with each breathing moment. It is small mercy that air isn’t required by the undead-- and perhaps bitter irony, that even with her millennia of existence, she has yet to abandon that one human trapping.

Krul could leave behind the taste of sweetmeats, the warmth of the Sun, but breath-- anything but that.

And thus, with the barest defense of a smile, she bared her teeth at her captor. Feral, undignified: the Queen had no care for propriety. Not now, though she would rather succumb to demonhood than allow it to become not ever. 

“Not done with me yet? There isn’t anything to say: I was right, right, right,” she bites out, the words rapid gunfire, the rat-at-at of the shooting range. “Now the angel Abaddon is loosed: I’ve fought it. Once. And you bind me here, like a rat. Like vermin. Are you that desperate to become Pyrhha? Cassandra, perhaps?”

[fxmilia-deactivated20160617]

“ – Yuuichirou .. “ why oh why did she have to mention his name now ?

She definitely knew how to rattle himself up, Mikaela immediately stiffens up considerably as her speech grew longer, neither sugarcoated yet nor was it straightforward to his ears. He had to stay firm in front of her no matter how much he knew, he was basically a helpless slave.

He quite literally could not live without her, a source of blood, lest the boy murders himself or breaks personal oaths. Mikaela had to pick his words carefully, he had to stay on her good side if he ever would like to keep his final shards of hope from shattering.

Salvation from having to take any more lives, an impossible dream it was. He pauses as silence creeps back like a pest, Krul knew how to play his strings skillfully, yet he could not go against her at all.

[krultepes]

At Mikaela’s reaction, Krul laughed, a genuine peal of mirth. The desire to unrattle and unbalance, the desire for control which she so craved was sated; and she was in a fine, fine mood indeed. “And that is the crux of the matter, is it not? Yuu-i--chi--rou,” she sang, tasting the name as if it were fine wine.

“Ah, the beauty of the young. Your face is an open book, dear Mikaela, much like another little boy I once kept.” That time may have been eight centuries ago, but the memories of her previous scion were still crystal-bright in her mind. Such idyllic days; a past she never wanted to return to. There had been too much ruin, too much to rue, and her kindness had not been paid in full. Then again, it never had been.

“Still, unlike him, you won’t betray me. You simply-- can’t. And that, dear child, is why I will always, always, be your staunchest ally in saving your precious brother.” Confident that she had reaffirmed her hold over him, she turned her mind to other matters. “How morbid a turn this dialogue has taken. Still, we had such a wonderful lesson, today; such fine results. And, as due reward, I shall tell you this: a little bird told me your Yuuichirou has started school again; an establishment which is merely a front for JIDA recruitment.”

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this was definitely a different world from his own, however his unlimited supply of magoi was still evident. it was not like anyone would miss him, and he was known to wander around anyway so it did not faze him too much. with a lift of his staff, the tip lit in a gentle glow as he creates a temporary hut that was reminiscent of the one he made at sinbad’s garden that one time.

hearing an unfamiliar voice from behind, the old magi takes a glance pass his shoulder to meet crimson hues that belonged to a small body dressed in foreign clothing. this was one of the people of this world, he would conclude, though she seemed to be of a higher for status to be referring to her people. one of noble status, most definitely.

‘ hm, whatever do you mean ? ‘ an innocent question as he eyes the stranger.

[krultepes]

Oh dear; had she grossly overestimated the man’s intelligence? Sure, working miracles was no matter of intelligence, but still. A measure of sense would be wonderful, please!

“That. The house right there, and the creation thereof from mere atoms, is what, as you so colloquially put it, ‘mean’,” she said, gesturing at the house with the barest hint of disdain. Crossing the distance between them, she appraised the other with a languorous gaze. From the blonde hair, down to the rather florid clothes, he seemed no ordinary man. Indeed, was he even a man? There was something of the inhuman about him.

“As far as I can tell, you aren’t from here. And, out of interest in being a good neighbor and all those pleasantries humans so fancy, this, dear sir, is the property of Lady Krul Tepes. And as her-- agent,” A little white lie never hurt anybody, yes? “I simply must demand you pay the price of trespassing. Now, I wonder-- how do you taste. A simple sip; and that is ample payment.”

She smile wide at that, and in that moment, her fangs were all too visible. Even if Krul Tepes was a queen, she was still a vampire, and the siren song of blood was never far from her mind.

[krultepes]

@distxns

"Inhuman? I?” Though she once accepted the term with all the assurance afforded to one such as her, seeing the man wreak his will upon the world as if it took no more effort than blinking one’s eyes, she no longer held that same confidence. Verily, even the devastation of the Seraph of the End wouldn’t hold the barest matchstick flicker against this man’s immense strength-- that is, if rumours held true. 

Oh how she coveted him.

“My people, my poor, pitiful people, are fortunate to have never encountered you before this. If I weren’t a Third Progenitor, I would be quaking in my non-existent boots. As it stands-- won’t you join me, O’ master magician? Let us bring the world to ruin, and chase oceans of blood before us.”

[fxmilia-deactivated20160617]

He simply went along with Krul’s movements, instinctively letting his body do the dancing as his mind wandered off to nothingness; an escape from such a boring activity and having to see the twisted expression of delight dressing the Queen. And almost instantly, it was done as long as it begun.

Worthy ?  Mikaela would not have cared if not for the fact that being in the good side of Queen was not giving up, it was called being wise because he swore — he would save Yuichirou and run away. Far far away from all their problems, humans and vampires be damned, he didn’t care.

“ … Worthy of what ? “

[krultepes]

It had been a long time since the Vampire Queen had been stunned into silence, yet Mikaela’s simple question had accomplished exactly that. Ferid Bathory, Lest Karr, take note. The words of an innocent was the hardest of all assaults to field; by and large because she couldn’t crush the mouth that spoke it. 

“Worthy of my blood. Worthy of--” Her trust, she wanted to say, but the blonde had yet to be proven worth of that trust. Sharing that intimacy of the heart that nobody, nobody save for Asura Tepes, had ever managed to accomplish, seemed like a puerile dream. And though she learned slowly from her mistakes, the last great blunder of misguided trust still burned in her chest, where her still, dead heart lay rotting. 

“--living your half-life. Worthy of taking hold of your place on this earth, the unnatural existences I, and you, are cursed to. Worthy of swimming as a shark in the ocean, instead of some poor pond’s minnow. Or anchovy. Worthy--” And this time, she paused, her smile turning toxic, poisonous. 

“Worthy of saving your little Yuuichirou.”

[fxmilia-deactivated20160617]

With not much of a choice, Mikaela gives in and abides to Krul’s insistences which held the tone of authority despite how sweet it sounded. She was deemed Queen for a reason after all, and he had to play by her rules. Like a puppet controlled by the strings, escape was futile and the boy only knew then to risk his life again.

“ ..I won’t. “ he hesitantly assures that did not sure if not for how bland his tone was, following her instruction as music from a piano began to drown the two of them in the center. He never thought he would be dancing with the leader that kept him and his family imprisoned for years, until there was only one that successfully escaped.

[krultepes]

One hand clasping Mikaela’s back, the other holding said boy’s hand aloft in midair, they turned to the steady tempo of the piano’s melody. Her skirts flared out about her as they turned, lending a touch of colour to the otherwise painfully droll room. How far the little blonde had come; from a particularly hissy pet that bore greater resemblance to a rabid feline, to a fine, if somewhat sullen, young scion deserving of the Tepes blood, if not quite the Tepes name.

Yet. 

She had an eternity to fix him, after all.

As the music died down, she brought them to a stop. “Not quite as hard as the common folk make this out to be, is it not? Keep this up, and one day, you may be worthy yet--”

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                  ωєαяιиg συя víntαgє ṃïṡεɾÿ

                                               иσ, ι тнιик ιт ℓσσкє∂ α ℓιттℓє вєттєя σи мє.

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Kaminari couldn’t help but to feel torn. She was in an unfavorable position. Stuck between life and death, her only chance of survival was becoming the enemy she was trained to kill. She didn’t want to die, but she didn’t want to become something her family would hate either. What was the right decision? Was there even one? How could a teenage girl who is hardly old enough to be a freshman be expected to make such a decision? It wasn’t fair, but the world isn’t fair either.

Tear filled violet hues look up at the queen, staring at her for a good few minutes without a word being spoken. She had to make a choice and she knew it, and the vampire was right about a human’s instinct to survive. Kaminari was just another person that was to prove it right. She slowly reached for the queen’s arm and lifted her head to the wound that was opened just for the little girl to drink out of. Without anymore delay she placed her mouth over it and let the blood seep into her mouth.

[krultepes]

It looked like the girl did have a self-preservation instinct after all; wonderful. Krul was starting to believe humans were all too willing to throw their lives away on foolish pride; this girl proved the exception. It had been a certain curiosity that drew Krul to the girl in the first place; that, and perhaps a desire to return to the ever-so-slightly more amusing days of the war. Certainly, while there had never been a true peace between the humans and the vampires, the conflict had stewed into a cold war of sorts. Truly, it was Providence indeed. Only that would explain the wondrous value of this new pawn.

“It would be best, really, if neither of us regrets it.” The whisper slipped out despite herself, brought forth by the memory of the last time she’d shared her blood, the noble heritage of her lineage, with another. “You are a greedy one, aren’t you? Not many have been privileged as such, child.” She withdrew her arm from her new scion. “And to think I’ve yet to learn your name; come, tell me.”

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