blood ✦ diamond

ghirahim ✦ citta alveare

[hyliancrowned-blog]

@lordesque​

     Truth be told, Zelda had never seen such a large concentration of people all in one place. Skyloft was small compared to the surface world, but even that was wasn’t nearly as populated as this place. Whatever this city was. Zelda had been too confused when she’d awoken to pay much attention to the explanation that had been given to her. Even so, she would just have to manage. Zelda was capable, at the very least. It was difficult without her loftwing or Link, but…

     Zelda had turned her mind from that thought too many times to count as it was. It snuck in during the most mundane times - times like her current situation. Zelda had gone out in search of food to stock her new home with. It had been an easy walk at first until she entered a more crowded part of her district. She’d had to weave her way through the throngs of people just to get close to a small grocery. Once safely inside, Zelda had rushed through her purchases by simply taking anything that looked familiar.

     Perhaps if she had been slower, she could have avoided such an unfortunate encounter.

     The blonde had just left the grocery when she saw him. Or someone who looked like him. It couldn’t have been, right? He was destroyed, right? Zelda’s grip on her bags tightened as she gawked at him. For a moment, it seemed as if their eyes were going to meet before Zelda turned on her heel and began walking in the opposite direction. Sweat dripped down the back of her neck. She had no weapon. Nothing to call for help with. But maybe he hadn’t seen her. Maybe it hadn’t been him.

     But then why did it sound like someone was following her?

[lordesque-blog]

The nerve of the girl; did she think she was invisible in the crowd with her glittering hair and her divine presence? That he’d mistake a trail left by the key component of his plans that he spent days upon days stalking once upon a time? 

Outrageous. 

And yet, it’s only now-- in the wrong world without the right powers-- that she’s so easily within his grasp; it’s laughable, a cruel backhanded slap to his past efforts. The irony stirs up fury, hatred, and worse-- sheer embarrassment at how little he’s able to do with the goddess herself not only in front of him, but defenseless without a guard dog in sight.

Not all is lost; her existence could be useful, if only her soul. And though it might take time to make any progress on that front, for now he can safety assume a little intervention won’t hurt anyone. Undeniably furious that he is, he’s got some experience with this city under his belt already and patience, he’s sure the goddess would say, is a virtue.

The first chance he gets for a road without so many bumbling, wandering humans she’ll hear only the echoing sound of the snap of his fingers--

“None of you know how to say ‘hello’, do you?”

-- before he appears before her in a display of diamonds, abruptly cutting off her path.

“Your Grace,” he sneers, slicing the air with the hiss of his words. “You’ll find there are very little places to run here. Do me a favor and don’t bother trying.”

[headphonehitokiri]

To do this and then say such a thing as ‘don’t mind me’ was – well, it was entirely in his own style, and he might have recognized that if he weren’t too busy trying to regain some appearance of calm after jumping about a foot in the air at this sudden intrusion.

“–And what if I am? It is none of your concern.” Many arguments and explanations could be made here, but on the whole it seems most important to assert that he can make his own choices. Also to take a few steps back.

“If you believe this to be some pinnacle of human foolishness, you are in for a surprise. You mustn’t underestimate us.”

[lordesque-blog]

So it would seem. He merely hums, a sigh soft beneath his words as his hand finds its way back to his waist, his stare focused on the male now given space.

“Underestimate your kind? Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. You’re all so-- ” He motions vaguely to their surroundings with a twist of his wrist a little too aggressive for casual conversation, “-- full of surprises. But then, I suppose that’s what keeps this ‘experiment’ interesting.”

“After all, the very kind you’re defending is the very same that’s trapped you here... it’s entertainment unlike anything I’ve ever imagined.”

[dorchacht]

    ♚ “ Oh is that so? “

    ♚ An amused chuckle would escape from her lips as she shrugged slightly. “ Though I don’t offer entertainment, entertainment is given to me. Why don’t we take a little stroll and see what we could find instead hmm? Perhaps ruffle someone’s feathers or cause something fun to happen. “

[lordesque-blog]

“Is that right.” A stroll, she says. This is new; but she interests him enough for him to humor the thought, if only to further his own curiosities. There’s no need to be uncivil-- especially not now, weak as he is.

“What a pleasant thought.” Amused, the lightest chuckle escapes him. “I wouldn’t mind seeing the extent of your fun, though I have to wonder who you are, first. You’ve got manners, don’t you?”

[dxvinatio-blog]

          Brown eyes size up the stranger before him in           a manner reminiscent of a specimen under a           microscope. Curiosity? Something like.

“Such an interesting appearance.”

[lordesque-blog]

“--’Interesting’? Oh, there are better words, I think.” No objections or lack of confidence here; attention given by those within the city is usually not of the flattering variety, but that doesn’t mean for a second he won’t boast where he still can, opinions be damned. “Exquisite, divine,” Fingers brush through his hair, resulting in an effeminate flick of his bangs. “--polished, striking-- yes, any of those words will suffice.”

His gaze slides to the other, narrowing at the hint of something inhuman. Familiar, and yet faintly distinct. “But you’ve got an interesting appearance too, don’t you?” And with a lean forward, he clarifies, tone brimming with a sly suspicion.

“What with your sheep’s clothing.”

[expureblood-blog]

The moment he flicks his hair, Sirius makes a subconscious comparison. This guy, who or whatever he is, is flashier than him - flashier than James, who could hardly keep his hands out of his already messy hair, for Merlin’s sake. But the comparison itself, the very idea that there are any similarities at all - he won’t admit, not even to himself, that he likes that.

A quirked eyebrow frames a skeptical smile upon hearing an introduction. “Demon Lord, is it? I could tell you weren’t human, but - oi, I’m meeting royalty here.” The light in his eyes attests to it: he’s tickled pink. “Do you prefer Your Majesty, or will Lord Georgeanne suffice? Demon Lord Georgeanne’s a bit of a mouthful, see.”

His smile doesn’t falter even as he’s approached, and then some. So His Royal Highness can tell he’s not a Muggle, can he? The offer he so generously throws out is enough to make him wonder.

“What, you want me to do a trick? I can shake and roll over, but begging’s out of the question.”

[lordesque-blog]

“--hmph.” He leans forward to match gazes, disapproval written in his every wrinkle before he’d make a move to grab at one of the other’s ears, hoping to stretch it should he manage a catch. “Do these flat things of yours work or don’t they?”

Regardless, he’d eventually straighten, mulling over the options. “Oh, don’t be so sure; getting someone to beg isn’t hard at all, never mind a soft thing like you.”

But since they’re on the subject of tricks, a demonstration is in order. A snap of his fingers and suddenly, he’s gone-- remnant magic taking the form of fading diamonds in his wake-- before he’d reappear atop a bookshelf seated one leg across the other, posture more casual than ever.

“But I’m not picky. I’ll give you, say, ten seconds.”

[rukhism-blog]

 《۞》⁓ Brushing hair from the side of his cheeky face, the malevolent magi nearly chuckled at his own bluff. His reputation superseded him, in a way, though one thing was true: he did happen to be a bit trigger-happy, oftentimes reacting rather than rationalizing his thoughts. However, he found the humanoid to be perplexing, if only due to the sheer amount of black Rukh accumulated. Beings that naturally exude such strong negative auras outside of the gifted and depraved were those of black Djinn, after all. 

The longer he engaged in conversation, the less he felt the urge to attack. It wasn’t often that he crossed paths with someone who, aesthetically speaking, held many similarities. In spite of the black Rukh gravitating towards the tainted figure, Judar also considered the individual’s words to be truthful. Maybe his potential happened to be far beyond what he currently displayed. Of course, the brattish warmonger had once been in his exact position.

“ What the hell? A demon lord…? Hah! ” the prospect of demons weren’t a farfetched concept, and at the very least it proved correlation between that of a black Djinn and the dark entity that confidently stood in before the tyrant. Would that mean that he could claim possession over the demon if need be? How exciting.

Eying the pedestrians from across the walk - a typical family structure consisting of a mother, father, and two children, Judar laughed before bluntly stating. “ Nope! I’d rather not cause a scene without good reason. You see, I’m not exactly the most welcomed person here in the city. I’m just glad those damned bounty hunters aren’t hot on my trail tonight. ” Taking several steps forward, the fallen youth exclaimed. 

“ The name’s Judar. I’m what you’d call… a MAGI. ”

[lordesque-blog]

Not wanting to cause a scene yet freely threatening those who wander by– the boy is clearly rooted in mischief, and while it’s not to the demon’s amusement, it did show he’s got more potential than that of a simple tool. To be fair, following someone who claims to have a target on his back is more than enough of an explanation for any tension, so he could do to lend himself a shred more patience if nothing else.

“Oh, how scary.” One hand nestles against his waist, fingers drumming with increasing interest. So the child’s made a name for himself; in that case, it was a mere matter of time before his title would be made known to him, assuming there was no exaggeration in the mage’s words.

“Allow me to return the favor then, Judar; the name is Ghirahim, demon lord of a surface far from this filthy world.” With the elegant flick of his wrist, his hair is flipped, simultaneously revealing a black diamond upon his cheek before he continues with usual grace.

“Now, then. I came all this way to see this source of this power I was sensing…” His hand gestures to the road behind him with a lively, theatrical air before he suddenly points directly at the boy, gaze narrowing, attention focused, “… and I’m met with you. I have to say I’m surprised. You’re a fleshy thing to be holding that much strength. But that just means you’ve been chosen in some way, doesn’t it? Given some gift by who knows what. Set to play out your little role in the grand scheme of things.”

There’s an undertone of spite despite the upbeat of his words; speaking from experience was rarely a fortunate thing.

“A ’Magi’, was it? I’m far more interested in how you got your power. These handicaps make me itch, see, and if I can’t vent with a little bloodshed now and then, I’ll go positively mad.”

[dorchacht]

    ♚ Making a rather loud obnoxious yawn the woman would stretch out her arms but only have a really bored look on her face as she shook her head.

    ♚“ Everything has really been boring as of late. Such a shame. “

[lordesque-blog]

Though the musing was one anyone could ignore, it’s the woman’s vastly different form that gives him pause, the markings foreign but the hidden essence of something darker somewhat promising.

“Coincidentally,” he hums, narrowing the gap between them with an arrogant stroll.

“I’m looking for a little entertainment myself; maybe you could be so kind as to provide it.”

[lordesque-blog]

expureblood:

It is not the first, nor, he is sure, the last time a book has been thrown at him. It may be because of this that his reflexes have evolved from adequate to slightly more adequate, sometimes. The spine is only an inch from hitting him square in the forehead when he catches it — not great, but it beats getting hit by a long shot, softcover notwithstanding.

The man before him says more than enough to prompt Sirius into adopting a look of feigned offense. How dare this person say such things about my kind, his face says. His eyes and lips, however, say nothing of the sort. “I’d imagine you’d be a bit nicer to someone who might have a bit more insight than you about something,” he says casually, “but you already know I’m full of shit, don’t you?” It’s not so much a question as it is a fact.

“Name’s Sirius. And you… yeah, I like you. What’d you say your name was?”

His gaze skirts off to the side, one hand lifting to rest delicately on his waist before a flamboyant flick of his hair would be done with the opposite; he was nothing if not memorable for his introductions, whether they be for the spineless or otherwise.

“Oh, of course! Ghirahim. Demon Lord Ghirahim in full, but I won’t make you memorize all of it.” Filled with snappy remarks today, it seems; some mix of his usual demeanor combined with the frustration of his mentioned lack of progress. “You’ll have to forgive me if I forget your name-- there’s just so many of you around, see, and I can’t be bothered to pick apart one ant from the other.”

But now that he’s paying attention, there’s something off about this Sirius character; something he’s not accustomed to finding within a fleshy frame, not even from a certain power-bestowed hero. A few invasive steps forward, and his suspicions rise. 

“--But then again, I won’t write you off just yet.” Oh, the generosity. “If you can prove you’re not a boring, powerless sort... I just might change my mind.”

[lordesque-blog]

blankbluebird:

[ ✧ ] She didn’t need to be reminded of Ghirahim’s knack for theatrics. Such sarcastic arrogance had been burned into her mind as if it had been made in the Eldin Volcano. Even seeing it after such a long time nearly elicited some type of facial expression, and would easily have if she didn’t have them under strict lock and key. 

“You were well aware that I was present upon identifying the Goddess Sword and its subsequent forms; I had no need for a theatrical reunion, rather unlike a certain dramatic Spirit,” she informed him coldly. It took a surprising amount of willpower to ignore the taunting shake of his finger, though.

As the demon lord leant in threateningly, Fi didn’t allow herself to be swayed and remained stoically stood straight. The act of rebellion wasn’t quite as much of a statement as it could have been if she could still float, however, considering she barely measured to his chest at her current height. Now face-to-face, she replied, “I have no intention of making you an ally, Ghirahim, nor do I have intention to allow you to harm my Mas–… to harm Link.”

It was going to be tough to adjust to not having someone to call a Master, now.

Indeed, he had been; it’s the only reason Link was able to face him at all, never mind survive. Even without her analytic chatter, he’s well aware she’s at fault for his every step in the right direction, and it’d be a bit of a lie to say he wasn’t spiteful, even if he’d been more than confident at the time. Hylia had her own bag of tricks, he supposed.

The demon straightens, his narrowed stare condescending enough with their difference in height, and sneers something sweet.

“You’re dropping the formality? Goodness, doesn’t that just warm the heart.” Spare him the details. “But you’re a little late in that regard. Whether it’s by my hand or not, it’s only a matter of time before his baby face kisses the dirt. You’re keen on percentages, so tell me: what are the chances he’ll be murdered without you to help him? I’d love to know.” 

[lordesque-blog]

rukhism:

  《۞》⁓ Bloodshot hues gaze idly under the veil of darkness, keen senses detecting that of a dark force incoming. Braided, jet black streaks of hair threatening to drag upon the concrete beneath bare feet as the enigmatic warmonger hovered across dusked skies, several residents below commenting upon the obvious abnormality of a silhouetted figure floating in midair. 

Instead of concealing any weaponry in hand, scythe-like scepter dangled loosely within slender digits, charcoal Rukh swarming around the fallen sorcerer as he continued to vigilantly survey the area. Would the malevolent presence felt present itself as a friend or foe? Descending onto a rather desolate street, visible deflation donned facial features as he could no longer pick up on the peculiar aura–until he realized that this being held the innate ability of teleportation, much like himself. A grin formed upon his lips, standing deftly still. 

“ So you were trailing me after all, eh? You’ve got a lot of nerve, ” he spoke in somewhat of a callous manner, as if to simultaneously acknowledge the man’s confidence and backhandedly issue a warning shot into the fold. A small chuckle, narrowing eyes towards the flamboyant male.

“ Instead of boring introductions, how about you give me a reason NOT to paint the streets red with your guts! ”

Fate so does love throwing him the hasty types; between a certain hero with the need to cut down his foes and this fine example, it didn’t seem there was a break to be had within any alignment. Ordinarily, it isn’t terribly unwelcome-- it’s malice and bloodshed that he gravitates to, finds pleasure in-- but with arrogance and status intact with no power to defend it, he’s left with very few respectable options.

Still, maintaining some semblance of dignity was achievable; it’s a matter of patience weighed alongside reason, and though he wasn’t the best at the former, the latter should prove appealing. Surely the capacity to behave exists in the mage, lest he had come all this way for nothing.

“As riveting as that sounds, I’m afraid I can’t entertain the idea. My abilities aren’t what they should be, so I’ll have to cut our playtime short.” Two teleportations left means he can’t dance around what could come without simultaneously using up his only way to permanently escape, so he plays his cards in the most poised way he can.

“It’s regretful, really, even a little embarrassing; but it wouldn’t do for a Demon Lord to fall here, you understand.” Good to know the boy’s got energy, if nothing else. “If it’s just bloodlust you need to get off your chest though, you’ve got more than enough options. Personally, I’d start with those people staring just around the corner.”

[bebopbounty]

{ lordesque }

[ ✧ ] Brilliant. Just who she needed to see here. And she was sure it was him - after all, nobody else would dare risk looking quite as ridiculous as her fellow Sword Spirit does in such tight clothing. Her empty expression somehow enhanced the flat voice with which she addressed him.

“Ghirahim…”

[lordesque-blog]

“Now, what’s this?” He greets her with exaggerated shock, hand over his heart. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen your face, Fi. Never cared to say hello even with your hero nipping at my heels, did you?” He lifts a single finger, giving it a scolding shake. “Not that I mind; I have a bit of a grudge where you and your master are concerned, so don’t think I’m here to make friends.”

“Speaking of the little knight, hear me out.” He leans, eyes narrowing into immeasurable hate. “I rather like him defenseless, so do me a favor and keep it that way.”

[expureblood-blog]

It’s not that he particularly cares for books, or libraries, or anything of the sort. He mightn’t be the sort of disrespectful punk who would go out of his way to disrupt them often, but he’s hardly bothered when others do it. No, it isn’t that at all. In fact, it’s nothing; so much nothing that Sirius is searching for any opportunity to have a bit of fun.

Fortunately for him (and perhaps unfortunately for his new companion), the man before him doesn’t seem… well, entirely human, to put it simply. And if that’s the case, then there’s really no need to hold back.

“About the books? Do I look like the kind of prat who’d chew you out about something like that? I’m offended.” He makes a sweeping gesture meant to illustrate and exaggerate the “fact.” “And here I had a bit of friendly advice that might’ve helped you out a bit, if only you hadn’t wounded me so. Ah, well. I’m sure someone out there will appreciate my golden nuggets of wisdom.”

[lordesque-blog]

Consider him partially amused; he seldom encounters any human (or, at the very least, someone human appearing) that doesn’t have some acute sense of justice that leads their every step. The exaggerated motion from the man is akin to how he chooses to grace others himself, so there’s a speck of interest, if only a dying one.

“Wisdom?” Unless it came in the form of an omnipotent triangle, he can’t imagine it’ll be of much use to him. “Your kind barely lives long enough to scrape a century, and what you have to show for it is just embarrassing.” He groups them all together, neverminding that this city in particular was filled with species variety. 

“--But, go on,” he snatches a random book off the shelf, tossing it in the other’s direction with the force of his impatience. “I’m a big fan of giving chances.”

“Humor me your advice.”

[lordesque-blog]

godlightning:

“ What a trashy thing you are, Sir. “ 

Disrespectful? Who cared if someone was going to try something like look down onto him for his height. Were six year olds suppose to be giant seven foot monsters or something? Size did not matter. Larger size means easier target to hit. This guy some sort of vampire or something? Such strange pointed ears and demeanor about him. Human possibility was not even a option. 

“ I am a demon child. A Mamodo. Son of the current demon king of the demon world. Zeno is my name. Lightning Emperor Zeno. “ 

Trashy? Considering his form is nothing but absolute perfection, he hasn’t the slightest how this child reached his tasteless conclusion. Nonetheless, Ghirahim’s ego is a fragile one, so he leers, leaning over the peculiar eyed thing.

“Looks like you’re blind as well as short.” Petty arguments aside however-- that last bit of information was curious, and it showed on his enlightened features.

“Oh? A demon king with a son?” It sounds ridiculous but then again, this boy’s world is bound to be something entirely separate from his, if the term Mamodo was any indication. “And you're the heir, I suppose. Shame your father never taught you a thing or two in manners.”

[lordesque-blog]

It’s a loathsome thing to be forced into a position without weaponry, particularly since the city didn’t assist much in compensating. All purposeful, he’s sure, but he’s seen some beings here not as defenseless as the rest, so there must be a source somewhere-- whether underground or for purchase, it didn’t matter.

Since his sword’s made of a pathetic wood, threatening with it wasn’t much of an option-- so he merely holds it out to stop the nearest person in their path, plain and simple.

“Just a second boy, I’m looking for the nearest armory. You can tell me, can’t you? A swordsmith, a shop; I’m not picky.” Just desperate.

sventilation

[lordesque-blog]

“What a tiny thing you are.”

Not even up to his knees-- and yet there lay something there, hidden perhaps, or maybe more obvious than he thinks. Besides the clear inhuman presence he seems to give off, there’s also the matter of the more evident traits, namely the teeth, the demeanor, and the eyes. This interaction may not end as anything he needs to care for, but it didn’t kill him to note others different from the rest.

“Humor me, child. What are you supposed to be?”

godlightning

[lordesque-blog]

Rather than worry how this thing came to be covered in blood, Ghirahim looks to him as if he were insane to even consider breathing beside him in such a state.

“If you’re going to bleed profusely,” he scoffs, feigning disgust with the graceful flip of his hair. “Could you at least do it over there? I do a lot to keep myself relatively stain free--”

But he stops short of himself, tongue held by the sight of horns and the presence of something more. Brows raised, he proceeds to lean far closer than rightfully comfortable, unsure of whether he’s amused or repulsed by the sight.

"A monster? But you’re a little too intelligent to be just that, aren’t you?” he pauses, considering the current state of the man. “--hm, maybe not.”

dxddyissuxs

[lordesque-blog]

It’s a breath of fresh air; a source of darkness shameless and abundant among the scarce specks he’s been able to identify in his few days here. Things hadn’t been looking up, that’s for sure, but in his nights of scouring the streets for just a hint of magic, it seems he’s finally found something promising.

Well, at least if it wasn’t for that form-- but that’s a trivial detail. It’s impossible for a simple human being to radiate this level of power, so there must be some rhyme or reason to it, if only to blend in with the populace. He muses that he’s an open-minded sort, but if he’s truly honest this city has left him a little on the desperate side, and it’s made him anything but patient.

So, he simply follows the mage; nothing too complicated, just a vanishing act every so often to see where he might be headed, but it isn’t long before he’s been noticed. It was only inevitable, all things considered.

“Oh, I’m so sorry--” he struts from his corner into a spotlight, some street lamp flickering overhead. “I just couldn’t help myself; you’re the first of your kind I’ve seen, and I got a little... ahead of myself.”

“Care for a round of introductions?” Even he can be polite when he tries. “A name is all I want, really.” Or so he insists.

rukhism​