LETHAL FAMILY TIES

MULTIPLE CHARACTER RP BLOG. CRIME CENTRIC. Will RP with Anyone. This blog will feature highly NSFW content such as sex, gore, violence, mental and physical abuse. Follow at your own risk.

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Lissaria of Aestria, Crowned Princess and future ruler of Aestria. Lissaria is known for her striking and ethereal beauty. She has long, ice blond hair that cascades down her back in loose waves, often worn loose and free. Her eyes are a vivid shade of emerald, green, often described as the color of fresh spring leaves. Her features are delicate, and her skin is fair and flawless. Despite her captivating beauty, she possesses an air of regal strength that commands attention. Lissaria hails from the kingdom of Aestria, a mountainous realm to the north known for its breathtaking landscapes and formidable castle. She was born into the Aestrian royal family, and her ascension to the throne came under challenging circumstances. Lissaria is the daughter of Queen Vesta, Lady of darkness, and Queen of Aestria. Vesta was a direct descendant of the Ancient Desolation, possessing unearthly abilities from her heritage. She was known for her beauty and fierce ability in combat. Lissaria is the product of her mother's infidelity. Vesta had bore the child of Ezra, God of Warn and Destruction. This makes Lissaria not only a descendant of the Ancient Lady Desolation, but also the daughter of Ezra, the God of War and Chaos, a deity of great power and influence. Captain Nikola Shepard of Aestria, head of the Royal Guard. Captain Nikola Shepherd is a commanding figure with a strong and imposing presence. His physical appearance, along with his position as head of the Aestrian Guard, makes him a formidable and respected leader. He has a tall and robust physique, standing taller than most of his fellow guardsmen, with a well-defined build and dark hair, often kept short and well-groomed. He is often seen wearing the official uniform of the Aestrian Guard, which is practical and functional, adorned with the emblem of the kingdom. Captain Nikola Shepherd has a rich and storied history within the kingdom of Aestria, and his background plays an essential role in shaping his character.

He was born into a family of warriors, with a lineage of dedicated service to Aestria, further instilling in him a strong sense of duty and honor.

From a young age, Captain Shepherd displayed a remarkable talent for combat and leadership, earning the respect of his peers.

He underwent rigorous training and quickly rose through the ranks of the Aestrian Guard, eventually assuming the position of its head.

As the head of the Aestrian Guard, Captain Shepherd is responsible for the protection and security of the kingdom. He is known for his unwavering loyalty to Queen Lissaria and his dedication to ensuring the safety of the royal family and the realm. Captain Shepherd's leadership is marked by discipline, courage, and a deep commitment to the people of Aestria. Lord Markus Dantalion, undying king of the Ether and last living Ancient of the Etherial.

Lord Markus Dantalion of the Ether is an imposing and commanding figure, reflecting his status as the ruler of the Ether. He is known for being ruthless and cruel. Lord Dantalion possesses a commanding and enigmatic appearance, befitting his stature as the ruler of the Ether. With a tall, muscular frame, he exudes a regal air that captures the essence of his immortal power. His chiseled features are framed by striking, aristocratic contours, and his intense, often inscrutable eyes convey an aura of authority. Dantalion's dark, meticulously groomed hair flows gracefully down to his broad shoulders in multiple braids, adding to his imposing presence. He is often adorned in regal, dark attire that signifies his position and accentuates his otherworldly charisma.

Lord Dantalion hails from a long and storied history within the realm of the Ether, and his background plays a crucial role in shaping his character and his interactions within the narrative:

Dantalion is an immortal being who has ruled the Ether for centuries, earning the respect and sometimes fear of his subjects due to his power and longevity.

He has a complex and intricate past, including the details of his ascension to power and the establishment of his rule over the Ether, which may have involved conflict, politics, and alliances with other powerful entities.

Dantalion is known for his strategic brilliance and the ability to maintain a delicate balance between the various supernatural factions within his realm.

Thorak, Head unholy knight of the Ether.

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THE ETHER AU PART 2 ; Aestria

Aestria is a kingdom known for its stunning natural beauty, with a mountainous landscape and a majestic castle nestled on the mountainside in the north. The landscape of the Aestrian kingdom is nothing short of breathtaking, characterized by majestic mountains, dense forests, and pristine lakes. Aestria is characterized by its harmonious integration with these mountainous landscapes. The kingdom's builders have crafted structures that both stand as testaments to human ingenuity and blend seamlessly with the rugged terrain. Aestria: Aestria is a kingdom located in a region dominated by impressive mountains, making it a land of both rugged landscapes and breathtaking scenery. The capital city, nestled high in the mountains, is characterized by its strong sense of tradition and a commitment to preserving the kingdom's rich history. The kingdom's castle, located on the mountainside in the north, is both a symbol of strength and a strategic vantage point. They are one of these most powerful kingdoms of the mortal realm, with a rich and powerful military.

Aestrian Guard: The Aestrian Guard is an elite and highly skilled group of warrior knights sworn to protect the royal family, and the realm of Aestria, and its people. They are recognized for their loyalty, valor, and unwavering commitment to the kingdom.

Aestria Army: The Aestria Army consists of the broader military forces of the kingdom and serves to protect the realm from external threats, maintain law and order, and uphold the rule of the Aestria royalty. The Gods of Aestria: Aestria's religious beliefs are centered around a pantheon of gods and goddesses, with each deity representing various aspects of life and nature. The Aestrian people believe that in order to be allowed in the gates of Heaven, they must achieve glory in the face of battle or live an honorable life. Known Gods: Ezra, the God of War and Chaos, is a powerful and enigmatic deity in the Aestrian pantheon. He is revered and feared in equal measure, often depicted as a complex and unpredictable figure. He is a deity of immense power and significance in Aestria. His complex nature reflects the multifaceted aspects of war and the unpredictable forces at play in the world. Worshipers both honor and fear him for his dual roles as a deity who can inspire bravery and valor while also ushering in disorder and change.

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In truth, Azaiah didn’t care for liquor. In fact, he actually hated alcohol. Not only did it taste bitter, but it clouded the mind, dulled the senses, and impaired judgment. For a man who obsessed over having complete control over himself and every situation that he found himself in, being intoxicated was not favorable or ideal. Luckily for him, human liquor wasn’t nearly strong enough to inebriate him. He could not say the same for the male seated nearest to him, however. Azaiah watched with mild interest as the hunter drowned one drink after another, slowly, but steadily, becoming less aware of what was happening around him. He seemed almost gone after the last one, lost to his thoughts or simply blanked by them.        “Rough day?” The Netherian asked in amusement as he nursed his own drink with a knowing smirk, allowing the distasteful liquor to wash over his tongue and burn down his throat with a single swallow. It’s not a pleasant sensation and the warmth that coiled in his stomach there afterwards was not something that he found comforting either. The displeasure doesn’t show on his face only out of seer discipline and will, remaining completely impartial as he rested his fist under his chin and S T A R E D. He manages to chuckle in response to Dean’s confusion, seemingly amused,

                                       “I couldn’t help but notice.” A lazy wave of his hand gestures towards the forgotten bottles at Dean’s side, the many that the man has already downed and finished. He’s on his sixth one and it hasn’t even been an hour yet. Azaiah has been to this realm enough times to know that sort of thing isn’t healthy, but he’s not exactly the embodiment of mental health himself. So, who is he to pass judgement? 

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CRIME FAMILY

The Novikov family runs a powerful crime origination or crime syndicate. They control multiple operations in major cities across the United States and in Russia. The family have connections in all intelligence agencies and law enforcement, keeping them almost untouchable.  Under the disguise of a multi-billionaire technological company, they run multiple illegal trades that include drugs, weapons, assassinations, and information (government and trade secretes).  The Novikov family has a long-standing alliance with another crime family, the Rossetti family. The Rossetti family serve, and work under, the Novikov family.

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THE ETHER AU

The Ether, also known as the abyss, is the home realm of the Ancient and Etherian race. The Ether is a mystical and otherworldly realm, distinct from the mortal realm and steeped in magic, ruled by the enigmatic Etherian King, Lord Markus Dantalion. The Etherians are dark celestial beings who possess powerful magic and cosmic abilities. They are an aggressive militant or warrior race who are highly intelligent and are trained in the art of war and strategy at birth. 

The Ether:

Mystical Realm: The Ether is a supernatural realm that exists beyond the mortal world. It is a place of ethereal beauty, with landscapes and architecture that defy the laws of nature, characterized by floating islands, grand castles, and breathtaking vistas.

Magic and Power: Magic is deeply ingrained in the Ether. It is a realm where magical energy flows freely, allowing for extraordinary feats, and where powerful beings harness the very essence of magic itself.

Undying King: The Etherian realm is ruled by an immortal and enigmatic figure, Dantalion. As the Etherian King, he possesses immense magical abilities, and his rule is absolute within the Ether.

Undying Subjects: The inhabitants of the Ether are the Etherians, beings who are similar in appearance to humans but are undying, granting them immortality. They serve their king with unwavering loyalty. The Ancients: Mysterious Deities: The Ancients are a pantheon of deities in Etherian religion, revered by the Etherians. These deities are not well-understood by mortals and are believed to be responsible for the creation and sustenance of the Ether.

Divine Affiliations: Each Ancient represents different aspects of existence and possesses unique powers. They are worshipped through elaborate rituals and ceremonies. Devotion to the Ancients is a central aspect of Etherian culture.

Religion of the Etherians:

Polytheistic Beliefs: The religion of the Etherians is polytheistic, centered around the worship of the Ancients and Gods. These deities are considered the guardians and creators of the Etherian realm.

Ceremonial Worship: Etherians practice elaborate rituals and ceremonies in honor of the Ancients, often held in grand temples and sacred sites throughout the Ether.

Spiritual Connection: The religion is deeply ingrained in Etherian culture, emphasizing a strong spiritual connection with their deities. Many believe that through their devotion, they can receive blessings and protection from the Ancients.

Moral and Ethical Code: The religion of the Etherians often comes with a moral and ethical code that encourages virtues like loyalty, honor, and valor. Following these principles is seen as a way to gain favor with the Ancients.

The Ether, its enigmatic ruler, and the rich religious beliefs that characterize the realm all play a significant role in the lives of its inhabitants and their interactions with the mortal.

Ancients in the context of the Etherian religion refer to powerful and ancient beings with immense control over various aspects of the Ether. While Dantalion, the Etherian King, is central to the pantheon, the Gods represent a darker and more mysterious aspect of Etherian belief. They are believed to be the originators of the dark arts and the source of forbidden knowledge. The Gods are often associated with arcane and shadowy practices. The three known Ancients: Lord of Shadows: The Lord of Shadows is a deity who embodies darkness, shadows, and the hidden aspects of reality. Followers believe that the Lord of Shadows can grant power through secrecy, deception, and manipulation. To honor the Lord of Shadows, adherents engage in rituals involving shadows, concealed ceremonies, and practices designed to enhance their ability to hide their true intentions. Offerings to the Lord of Shadows may include dark gemstones, candles, and veiled figurines. Lady of Desolation: The Lady of Desolation represents despair, sorrow, and the depths of emotional suffering. She is often invoked during rituals focused on personal transformation, grief, or catharsis. Worshipers seek her guidance when they are dealing with extreme emotional turmoil or loss. Offerings to the Lady of Desolation may include personal items, handwritten letters expressing innermost feelings, and tear-like crystals. Herald of Silence: The Herald of Silence embodies the concept of silence, both in its literal and metaphorical forms. Silence is seen as a source of power, enabling adherents to listen to the whispers of the Ether and the secrets of the universe. Rituals associated with the Herald of Silence are focused on meditation, tranquility, and the stillness of the mind. Offerings may include incense, objects associated with meditation, and vows of silence. The rituals and sacrifices offered to these deities are shrouded in secrecy, conducted away from the prying eyes of the uninitiated. In the cathedral, adherents gather to perform these rituals and offer tributes, blood sacrifices, and recite ancient hymns to invoke the power of the Gods, the Lord of Shadows, the Lady of Desolation, and the Herald of Silence. Blood sacrifices are often symbolic, using animal blood or in some cases, crimson-colored liquids. The ceremonies are believed to harness the dark and mysterious aspects of the Ether and are reserved for those who are deeply initiated into these darker aspects of the Etherian religion.

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Something unfamiliar fills his chest. It felt heavy and restricting, making him feel almost suffocated under the truth of the spoken accusation. It causes his confident gaze to falter, shameful eyes casting to the table once more. His attention remains focused on the folder filled with the evidence, but he doesn’t read the words or even comprehend their existence. Instead, he allows himself a moment to feel the emotions that he’s not sure how to deal with; guilt. Maybe even regret? He has never felt these things before, at least not when it came to his profession. This was work. Business. It was never personal. Yet, this somehow felt far from impersonal.  

It takes him more than a minutes pause to finally regard the detective. His gaze isn’t nearly as stern or assertive as before, but he is man enough to meet the other’s eyes as he confirms what they both already know.     “Y e s.” 

The answer could be said for both questions, but he doesn’t clarify that for the detectives’ sake. His gaze lowers once more, confliction showing in his stormy eyes as he contemplates what to do next. Lucas needed to be dealt with before he caused any issues that he couldn’t fix, but Dylan wasn’t sure what that meant for his conscience. His fingers flexed, twitching with anticipation. Years of instinct has him knowing what to do, but it is his own thoughts which pauses him now. 

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Y. E. S. And, there it was. The answer to all of his conflicting thoughts and the answer to all his troubles. He thought that he would feel relived once he had it, but he doesn’t. He knows what it all means now and where this is undoubtfully leading. Him being buried in a shallow, unmarked, graved somewhere. Like every other unfortunate soul to cross the Novikov family. His eyes focused on the way Dylan’s fingers flexed, watching them twitch dangerously close to the weapon that he knows the man is concealing. Of course, Dylan would have to dispose of the threat, but somehow Lucas still didn’t think that he would try to kill him. Time truly didn’t mean anything, it seemed. 

It was then that Lucas finally felt angry. The dying fire that had burned dim in his stomach now furious, as if Dylan had thrown gasoline on the embers and feed it directly. His green eyes glared aggressively up at the hitman, his gaze almost as challenging as his words. “And, what? Now you’re going to shoot me?” He asked. He doesn’t move for his own weapon just yet, but they both know he is fast enough to reciprocate the gesture if Dylan dares to try and make that move. The truth is, he doesn’t want it to end this way, but there is also a part of him that doesn’t know any other way. 

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Truth be told, Dylan didn’t want to resort to such drastic measures. If he could find a way around killing the detective, he would take that option without question. He tells himself that it is because Lucas could be a valued asset, if he could be persuaded or coerced. He denies himself the real truth; that it is because he has grown accustomed to Lucas and his friendship that he allows for him to live. Trained eyes shift across the others hardened features, witnessing the anger that burns in that emerald glare like hell fire and fury. Decidedly, Dylan drops his hand away from his concealed weapon. It’s meant to come across as nonthreatening, but he knows that Lucas doesn’t trust him. Not anymore.  “No.” the answer is short and curt, but it’s honest. 

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What are we, if not interwoven as one?

    “Why are you like this?”  Harsh.        Gruff.  It’s a question that he doesn’t really expect an answer to as he stares at her with a void of emotion. There are traces of frustration lingering beneath the exhaustion in his voice, his words still holding traces of a demonic accent - ancient and almost forgotten, but the last regiments of what he was beneath his skin and bones. He is past being angry with her. Now, he is just tired. He still knows what his place is. She has never let him forget it, neither has her father, but he almost wishes to break his vows and forget his duties - to just be rid of her entirely.     

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Anger flares to the surface as he is enraged by her words, but his exasperation is v e r y short lived. She is kissing him and all that he can think of is her lips against his own, soft, yet hungry with desire. She tasted divine, like hell fire dancing on his tongue. He knows that he should resist her, push her away even. This act was forbidden for the soulless, even more so that it was with her. He was unsure how his disobedience would be met, but he could not bring himself to pull away from her hold. With just as much desire and need, he kissed her back hard, almost aggressively. A hand grabbed at the back of her neck with a powerful and strong hold, keeping her still and unable to retreat. “Is this what you want?” He growled against her mouth, sounding both angry and impatient. He wanted her more than he is willing to admit, but even now with her mouth to his own, he still knows that she is unattainable. He kisses her again, being the first to initiate the gesture this time. He takes control by forcing his tongue passed her lips to explore the inside of her mouth. He drinks her in, savoring the taste of her, knowing that it may be the only time that he ever gets to. The grip on her neck loosens as his free hand grabs at her hair, strong fingers dinging into the locks possessively. He walks her backwards, leading her into the wall so that she is trapped between his body and the cold surface. When they part, he only stares down at her. His eyes appearing cold and unreadable, “What more vows would you have me break?”   

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The kiss is rough and demanding, everything that Dantalion is by nature, and she expects nothing less from the demon. She even encourages his aggression by moaning softly into his mouth, sounding both desperate and wanton as she moves her tongue against his with fiery passion. She does not want him to hold back. She wants all of him, every ounce of his frustration and rage.

She only feels empty when he pulls away, the loss of his warmth leaving her feeling cold and covetous. She might have protested if it weren’t for the look of anger still lingering within his cold gaze. She meets his stare without restriction, allowing him to see how she felt. Beneath all of her yearning was understanding. After all that they’ve endured, it was hard for her not to empathize with his frustrations and rage. “All of them. If it means that we can be together.” She confesses before she allows silence to befall them once more. 

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What are we, if not interwoven as one?

    “Why are you like this?”  Harsh.        Gruff.  It’s a question that he doesn’t really expect an answer to as he stares at her with a void of emotion. There are traces of frustration lingering beneath the exhaustion in his voice, his words still holding traces of a demonic accent - ancient and almost forgotten, but the last regiments of what he was beneath his skin and bones. He is past being angry with her. Now, he is just tired. He still knows what his place is. She has never let him forget it, neither has her father, but he almost wishes to break his vows and forget his duties - to just be rid of her entirely.     

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Her gaze is intense, challenging in nature, but there is also hidden mirth beneath the surface of those icy, green orbs. She has an expression on her face that hints that she knows something that he doesn’t and perhaps he would know, had he not been denying it to himself.  “You have n o t h i n g left to test.” She teases him without mercy, having no regard for the warning or empty threat that he utters. She knows that he is powerless against her, but she also believes that he doesn’t have the stomach to actually harm her. “Your honor. Your loyalty. Both belong to me.” She hints that his devotion and his allegiance is all that he’s worth - that she has nothing left to test, because he has already broken and cross every line for her. What should have been an insult, it sounds like praise coming passed her lips as she whispers those words into his ear. “My patience is already worn.” She does not wait to close the distance as she drags him downward to meet her short stature, her gentle fingers curled within tight braids. Her mouth captures his in a passionate kiss, both hot and tantalizing, as she pours all of herself into the gesture. She practically suffocates him under the weight of her need for him, forcing him to feel everything that she has up until now - every longing, every desire. 

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Since our discord server is being fixed, I will probably fix up the blog later today. I intend to add full backstories and biographies to all the characters.

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I need to quit.

Sometimes Anthoni doesn’t feel like he’s being paid nearly enough for his pain and effort, especially when he has to deal with situations like these. He was currently bloody and wrecked, a broken mess after a fight that he shouldn’t have even been involved in. He finds himself getting into more trouble whenever the brunette is involved, as if the kid just couldn’t stay the f u c k out of trouble. He looked at Steve as if he had grown a second head, his eyebrows pulling together in what appeared to be confusion or disbelief. He wasn’t sure what the man was trying to do, but it wasn’t helping his condition at all. “Are you tryin’ to kill me, kid?” 

He winced in discomfort as he pulled at the blood-drenched fabric, tearing it away from his wound. The dampness of the material caused it to cling tightly to the flesh, pulling at the open wound. A sharp hiss had escaped through his clenched teeth, his eyebrows faintly furrowing into a small frown in response to the pain. It stings, especially as the stale, polluted, air around them comes into contact with the injury. It is a sharp pain that he can’t exactly ignore. “Tryin’ to H E L P? Shit—” He paused as he leaned his head back against the wall behind him. He felt like his head was splitting into two and it didn’t help that this kid wouldn’t stop banging on the door in an attempt to break them free. “Would you quit it! We’re locked in here.’’ 

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The situation was starting to look more helpless. Steve isn’t even entirely sure how he keeps ending up here; on the brink of death, fighting to stay alive. He could think of a million different scenarios that he would rather be forced in. Hell, he would even take being trapped in the upside down over this. He felt fortunate enough that he wasn’t alone. Anthoni might not have been the company that he longed for, or wanted, but it beat the possibility of dying alone. He gave one last knock at the doors, the heavy thud causing the metal to shake from his effort, but it doesn’t come loose - nor does he expect it to. It doesn’t help that Anthoni points it out that it is pointless, causing him to scuff and roll his eyes in mild annoyance. “Right. So, we just sit here and die then.” He shoots back sarcastically, but he is barely able to hide the panic in his tone. He turns away from the doors, hands on his hips in thought. It isn’t until then that he notices how bad Anthoni actually is. Sure, he’s got cuts along his cheek and jawline, but it is the giant cut in his side that is most concerning. He watches the man tend to his wounds and winces in sympathy to how painful it looks. He knows Anthoni would rather he not worry. The man was prideful and, to be honest, a pain in the ass. However, Steve can’t deny that he cares about him. Strange enough, he isn’t sure when he started to care or why things between them have suddenly changed. He is not sure that he likes it either. It is just another thing to further confuse his life. Steve moves closer, kneeling down to be at height level with the sitting cop. He tilts his head just enough to see what the man is doing, and he grimaces at how infected his cut appears. “That looks awful.”  He could practically smack himself for that comment, because really, Steve? How more useless could you get?  He swallows nervously as his gaze flickers between the others face and his wound. “Can I help?”    

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The flesh surrounding his cut is deeply bruised, blistering around the edges. It tainted his pale skin in a sea of deep black and blue, accompanied by a faint yellow from where the wound had become infected. He pressed a bloodied gloved hand to the area in an attempt to stop the bleeding. The pain caused him to wince in subtle discomfort, another sharp sound managing to involuntarily escape through his clenched teeth. It didn’t exactly hurt as much as it was discomforting. “—Fuck.” He had complained, a soft grumble that was spoken under his breath. He didn’t even notice that Steve moved closer until he felt him breathing against his cheek. Normally, he would have called the kid out for invading his personal space, but at the moment he couldn’t care less about having privacy. He lifted his attention away from his wound to stare, blankly, into the others face. He noticed the worry behind his gaze, and he felt himself soften in response. Despite feeling touched by the unspoken concern, Anthoni could not help his teasing. If this was how he died, he might as well have some fun before he kicked it. “What are you going to do, Steve? Play nurse?”  He isn’t sure what propelled him to do so, but he lifted a gloved hand to trace along the line of the other’s jawline. It started as a feathery touch that ghosted across his skin until his rough fingers buried in the soft locks of his hair. He pulled gently, tugging the man closer to his body before his strength seemed to dissipate and he was forced to let go. His hand fell weakly into his lap, but there is a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched Steve’s reaction. “I guess that wouldn’t be so bad.” He thought before closing his eyes, “Be gentle, yeah? Shit is hurtin’ — ” 

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I need to quit.

Sometimes Anthoni doesn’t feel like he’s being paid nearly enough for his pain and effort, especially when he has to deal with situations like these. He was currently bloody and wrecked, a broken mess after a fight that he shouldn’t have even been involved in. He finds himself getting into more trouble whenever the brunette is involved, as if the kid just couldn’t stay the f u c k out of trouble. He looked at Steve as if he had grown a second head, his eyebrows pulling together in what appeared to be confusion or disbelief. He wasn’t sure what the man was trying to do, but it wasn’t helping his condition at all. “Are you tryin’ to kill me, kid?” 

He winced in discomfort as he pulled at the blood-drenched fabric, tearing it away from his wound. The dampness of the material caused it to cling tightly to the flesh, pulling at the open wound. A sharp hiss had escaped through his clenched teeth, his eyebrows faintly furrowing into a small frown in response to the pain. It stings, especially as the stale, polluted, air around them comes into contact with the injury. It is a sharp pain that he can’t exactly ignore. “Tryin’ to H E L P? Shit—” He paused as he leaned his head back against the wall behind him. He felt like his head was splitting into two and it didn’t help that this kid wouldn’t stop banging on the door in an attempt to break them free. “Would you quit it! We’re clearly locked in here.’’ 

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What are we, if not interwoven as one?

    “Why are you like this?”  Harsh.        Gruff.  It’s a question that he doesn’t really expect an answer to as he stares at her with a void of emotion. There are traces of frustration lingering beneath the exhaustion in his voice, his words still holding traces of a demonic accent - ancient and almost forgotten, but the last regiments of what he was beneath his skin and bones. He is past being angry with her. Now, he is just tired. He still knows what his place is. She has never let him forget it, neither has her father, but he almost wishes to break his vows and forget his duties - to just be rid of her entirely.     

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The negative response was only partially expected. She knew he would not accept such a confession easily, having devoted his life to her father’s empire. It was forbidden for him to cross those lines. He had been stripped of humanity and morality. He was only a shell, a weapon, whose only purpose was to protect her and her crown. He was stipulated to feel nothing but loyalty to her, to her family, but she wondered how much of it was sincere.  For a moment, she went silent as her mind whirled with possibilities of what raged in that mind at the moment. The princess turned to face him again with supreme grace, spinning on her heels. Her chocolate locks swayed with the movement, falling across her shoulders to cascade down the small of her back. “Then, what is it?” She whispered as she locked her gaze with his, a silent challenge. Her eyes shifted, seemingly searching his glare for something hidden beneath all that anger.

                     After all that they have shared, did he really feel nothing? She did not seem to react to the way that he grabs her, allowing him to feel the control that he needed to. She merely leans into his touch, her painted lips brushing to his skin as they trailed along his jawline to his ear. “What is this that I feel?” She continued, her voice soft and quiet against the shell of his ear.  She closed her eyes in thought, imagining what it could have been, if not love. She felt as if her feelings could consume her, and they almost had. “It’s overwhelming -”  

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What are we, if not interwoven as one?

    “Why are you like this?”  Harsh.        Gruff.  It’s a question that he doesn’t really expect an answer to as he stares at her with a void of emotion. There are traces of frustration lingering beneath the exhaustion in his voice, his words still holding traces of a demonic accent - ancient and almost forgotten, but the last regiments of what he was beneath his skin and bones. He is past being angry with her. Now, he is just tired. He still knows what his place is. She has never let him forget it, neither has her father, but he almost wishes to break his vows and forget his duties - to just be rid of her entirely.     

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A long, awkward silence befalls between them.  Within that pause, she frowns in frustration and disbelief, the tug to her eyebrows causing a crease to appear between them. She can almost not believe what he is insinuating, having to take a moment to really digest it in full. When she finally speaks, she sounds both cautious and defensive — and there is something close to indignation flickering beneath her gaze. “Is that what you think? That I, what, wish to keep you a prisoner?” She asks in a state of incredulity, but she manages to keep the bile out of her tone. She is beyond feeling hurt, unwilling to display any more vulnerability than she has already shown. So instead, she pushed back with a fire of her own. “You were more than willing to give your life to me  — for the sake of my father.” She reminds him harshly as she takes a step towards him to invade his space in the same manner that he had hers. She means to intimidate him. Despite her small stature, she casts a large shadow  —  a presence that demanded respect.  She held his glare for what seemed like an eternity before she finally pushed passed him. She twists her body in a way to avoid making physical contact and moves to create a comfortable distance. “You know what I meant.” Her voice softens, as does her expression. She does not wish to fight, and she did not intend to allow him to dictate the conversation that way. If he wanted a war between them, he would be the only one on that battlefield. “Do you mean to force me to say it?” She hums in thought with her back to him now as she did not want to see his reaction when she bore more of her heart to him. She does not expect for her confession to be met with positivity, but she cannot help but speak the truth now.     It was already too late to deny it now.  “I love you.”     

[crimeandconsequences]

What are we, if not interwoven as one?

    “Why are you like this?”  Harsh.        Gruff.  It’s a question that he doesn’t really expect an answer to as he stares at her with a void of emotion. There are traces of frustration lingering beneath the exhaustion in his voice, his words still holding traces of a demonic accent - ancient and almost forgotten, but the last regiments of what he was beneath his skin and bones. He is past being angry with her. Now, he is just tired. He still knows what his place is. She has never let him forget it, neither has her father, but he almost wishes to break his vows and forget his duties - to just be rid of her entirely.     

[novikovandrossetti]

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[crimeandconsequences]

He does as he is told immediately, being physically unable to defy her orders. The dark and unexplained force that binds him to her, the celestial contract was too strong to fight. His tight grasp loosens as his hands fall away from her arms, leaving behind angry flesh. His obedience does not stop him from confronting her, however. He scoffs at the princess with clear distaste as he glares down at her, refusing to fully back down from the unspoken challenge that she presented him with.        “Answer me, Amara.” 

He invades her personal space again, unintentionally feeding into her desire by closing the gap between them. He forces her against the railing wall with his chest, offering her no escape as he leans over just enough so that they were face to face.     “Fuckin’ look at me!” He hissed against her cheek; harsh words forced through clenched teeth.  He pulls back, waiting until she meets his eyes before speaking once again.  “Tell me why you chose this - to be exiled.”

[novikovandrossetti]

She breaks eye contact with him to shift her attention to the nonexistent space between them. She seems to stare beyond what she sees. Although her gaze is focused on his chest, her eyes appear distant and faraway as if seeing through him. Her expression is hard to read in that moment, but there are traces of sorrow that linger within those icy green orbs. It is too strong not to notice. She has to force herself to look up at the demon, propelled by his heavy demand and the aggression in his voice. She appears troubled by the question, conflicted between the truth and the careful lie that she has been feeding him all of this time. “I can feel your resentment. Your hatred, it wounds me.” She confesses as she is unable to hold his stare for much longer. She looks down to the space between them as her hand lifts to touch him. She rests her palm against the beat of his heart, feeling the strong pulse between her fingertips. It is a welcomed distraction, but it does not hold her attention for too long.  “My decisions. I did not make them lightly.” She does not finish the thought, but she needs him to know that much - that every choice she has made had not been easy, but she felt that they had been necessary. Granted, for a selfish reason, but necessary to her, nonetheless. Ashamed by the realization of this, she pulls her hand away from him and cradles it to her own chest, as if she had been wounded.  “If I had followed my father’s orders, we would have been separated. I would have -” Her words come out fast, heavy with uncertainty and full of raw emotion. She does not need to confess for him to feel her adoration towards him and what losing him would have meant to her. “But I have already lost you.” Her tone, much softer now, is quiet, as if speaking the words any louder would make them reality. 

[crimeandconsequences]

What are we, if not interwoven as one?

    “Why are you like this?”  Harsh.        Gruff.  It’s a question that he doesn’t really expect an answer to as he stares at her with a void of emotion. There are traces of frustration lingering beneath the exhaustion in his voice, his words still holding traces of a demonic accent - ancient and almost forgotten, but the last regiments of what he was beneath his skin and bones. He is past being angry with her. Now, he is just tired. He still knows what his place is. She has never let him forget it, neither has her father, but he almost wishes to break his vows and forget his duties - to just be rid of her entirely.     

[novikovandrossetti]

Caught off guard, she gasps in shock as she is pulled, violently, away from the balcony railing. She could break free of his grasp, had she really wanted to. They both know that she possesses the strength, but she doesn’t feel the need to just yet; she does not feel threatened. Her gaze slowly lifts to his face as she searches his angry features for an answer to a question that she does not ask him.  She does not seem to find what she is looking for, because her attention lowers to his chest a moment after. They are so close that she can smell the traces of hell fire against his skin and a part of her longed to be closer - to close the gap between them and..... 

   And what?         ..... embrace him?                            Kiss him?  “Dantalion.” She breaths a whisper of uncertainty as she chokes back her unspoken desires. His accusation is enough to force her feelings down under the facade of her indifference and with renewed strength, she lifts her stare and meets his gaze. “Unhand me.” It’s not a request. It’s a sharp demand and she made sure that he understood the weight of her order by the intensity in her tone.   

[crimeandconsequences]

What are we, if not interwoven as one?

    “Why are you like this?”  Harsh.        Gruff.  It’s a question that he doesn’t really expect an answer to as he stares at her with a void of emotion. There are traces of frustration lingering beneath the exhaustion in his voice, his words still holding traces of a demonic accent - ancient and almost forgotten, but the last regiments of what he was beneath his skin and bones. He is past being angry with her. Now, he is just tired. He still knows what his place is. She has never let him forget it, neither has her father, but he almost wishes to break his vows and forget his duties - to just be rid of her entirely.     

[novikovandrossetti]

Flashes of anguish and despair are the first traces of emotion to cross her delicate features as she looks back to him, her shaped brows pinching together to form a small frown. Like a deep laceration, his harsh words cut deeper than any physical injury that she has ever had inflected upon her. It leaves her feeling breathless, like he had landed a powerful punch to her gut. The wounded expression does not linger for long, nor is it the only emotion to cross her face. Like him, she is also exhausted. For the first time in what felt like ages, she allows for her fatigue to show as she turns her attention away from him and back to the scenery ahead.  Like most nights in this realm, the sky isn’t a void of light. The stars are painted across a sea of black and the moon graces them with a faint glow. It is beautiful, casting shadows to dance across her face as she watches the snow fall from the dark clouds above. The wind blows, but it is not the chill in the air which makes her feel cold. Rather, the intention of his words and the resentment that he keeps to himself.  She knows why.      How could she not?    “Like what, Dantalion?” She uses his real name rather than the earthly name that was given to him by force, hoping to bring forth a familiarity to a time before this place. Despite the heaviness of the conversation, she smiles faintly, painted lips stretching across prefect teeth.  

[novikovandrossetti]

I really enjoy reading your role plays. I've followed some of your other blogs, but I've never been able to really interact with your muses because you never had any information on them. I was wondering if you ever planned to?

Yikes. I never intended for people outside of my friend group to be interested in writing with me. I never updated my character information because of this. The people I write with on here already know the back stories and personalities' of all my muses. Please keep in mind that some of the characters that I have listed on here I don't actually write with, but are used for character development on the characters that I do use. Some of them are just supporting characters, If that makes sense. I will put up information soon, but I don’t write on here very often. I normally use discord for my more in depth stories.