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hi , i have moved terzo to my MULTI MUSE HERE for the time being .
Do I even need to say anything
well maybe because HE SAID IT HIMSELF ?
I HAVE COME UP WITH A BIT MORE INFO ABOUT TERZO & HIS BACKSTORY . SIT BACK AND ENJOY .
⸸ he was born on the 6th June 1966 , son of sister mariella & papa emeritus the first ( nihil , later papa emeritus zero . after primo takes over ) sister mariella had worked at the clergy for a while & found herself ( tragically ) in love with the flirty head of the clergy . without knowing that it will eventually be the death of her , to love a man who just loves himself .
⸸ his birthname ( given to him by his mother ) is emilio . terzo , however , does NOT remember it . because nihil has never called him by that name , and it is to be assumed that she never TOLD HIM the name she gave her son . nihil called him terzo from day one & has never called differently . mariella , however , has told her choice to terzos older brother ( @prim0star ) since she found herself trusting the young man more than her former lover .
⸸ mariella was a gifted woman , she had vampire blood in her veins & has given some of those traits to her son . causing her to feel the need to LEAVE THE CLERGY . after nihil broke up with her , she wanted to get away , but not without her dear son . with worry in her heart she packed her bags ready to leave ... the next day , she was found dead .
⸸ rumour has it that it was an accident , but behind closed doors the word is that she was killed by a ghoul per nihils request , since he did not mind losing HER , but did not want her to take his son with her .
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well , i got a ticket ... but not VIP like i wanted , that was sold out in 10 seconds :)))
A FRIWND OF MINE GOT VIP AND THOUGHT OF ME
" Was that a dig? " a rush of heat & black alice scoffs at the affront, already jumping to dismissal " Whatever. Big talk coming from someone who got their outfit inspiration from Spirit Halloween. " arms crossed, aggression is used to mask embarrassment " I mean like come on! Your look is so 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 ago ... I'm gonna gag. "
❛ SPIRIT HALLOWEEN ? ... incredibile . ❜ mutters the last word under his breath & hes almost half tempted to press a hand against his chest , offended TO THE CORE . ❛ three centuries ago my ancestors too wore this attire . what did yours do ? hmmm ... i wonder . ❜ hand raises , gloved fingers hug his own chin , golden nails tap 'gainst features . ❛ did they try and figure out what relative they want to marry to keep it in the family ? ❜ eyebrow raises . ❛ maybe so , at least ... mine did something meaningful . ❜
she is could've help but smile with that . just how just much like his father is laughable . he says he's taking this serious when that couldn't have be the farther truth . she cannot sit [ *& ] fight with insanity , so instead , she would rather play into this delusion .
she nods ━━ since she has such a stick up her ass , apparently [ . . . ] ❝ did you really ? ❞ she could count the unanswered questions that she’s asked , but now she needs wine . thoughtful of papa , isn’t it ? ❝ i apologize then , papa . i didn’t realize that you’ve been having such a hard day . ❞ she says , sarcastically . sister imperator isn't going to keep fighting with him , here . she’s too old for that ━━ but wise enough to know how to make these men do what she wants .
❛ ugh ... ❜ behind glasses , he rolls his eyes & he really , truly , DEEPLY DOESNT UNDERSTAND ... why his father is all up sisters ass ( at all times ) she has always been mean to him , at least : thats what terzo feels . he knows that hes not her SON , hes not her BLOOD , but he works for the clergy , he works his fucking ass off & thats the thanks he gets ? a deep inhale , he shifts in his seat and then raises his chin a little to look at her again . this time , he doesnt bother pushing down the glasses .
❛ oh yeah , its been a day . i cant believe i am still able to sit here ! so tiring , you wouldnt understand . ❜ now hes just saying things to PISS HER OFF , a subtle grin begins to tug on his lips and terzo once again leans back . all comfortable . then , he sighs ... he cannot stand the LOOK IN HER EYES & slowly , he pushes himself to his feet . ❛ is there ... anything else you need me to do right now ? ❜ and in more way than one ... HE REALLY IS LIKE HIS FATHER .
❝ oh, please. spare me the holier than thou attitude. ❞ hand waved such an idea off. perhaps going to a confessional would ease some of their own personal burden. stop! guilt only festers && grows. that's something they can't risk. ❝ you're far from the only person here with a bad habit, @p0pestar. ❞
an eyebrow is raised , while his hand lowers to fold in front of his stomach . terzos head tilts & he listens . he does listen ( every now and then ) and hes more than confused . perhaps quite evident in his expression , before he decides to LAUGH IT OFF . ❛ do YOU think yourself holier than anyone ? ❜ question asked with chin raising , making himself appear taller than he really is . ❛ do you ? ❜
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"Oh, shit. You're lost? That fuckin' sucks, man." If it weren't for her unmistakably east-London dialect, one might've mistaken her for one of the salt-and-sand-encrusted beach bums that frequented the ocean at Venice Beach and called waves "the surf." Near impossible, though. She just poses American, shrooming-out on her happy little knoll, looking toward the stranger with a sudden surge of empathy. Her brows knit, wide mouth draws into an unhappy frown as she glances this way and that, as if The Hilton might reveal itself as being just next door. No, though. They're still at Cherry Park in south Long Beach. She thinks all the hotels are downtown. "You're a ways off, aren't you? The Hilton is right by that Outback Steakhouse on the water. Downtown." She should know. She was kicked out of there once. Clumsily, Cee's rising to her feet. She may be trying to be helpful, for once.
"I could show you, y'know. m'quite savvy with the area." Boasting! And lying! But she knows enough, certainly! And no one wants to be lost in LA on a Friday night! "Doubt you wanna be lost around here."
❛ that really fucking sucks , sí . ❜ terzo confirms with a nod & he thinks that he should have taken omega with him . omega would know the way back . but terzo wanted to be free , and he wanted to go out there without a guard dog by his side . now he regrets it . ❛ oh ? now thats unfortunate . i didnt realise that i wandered that far off ... it didnt feel like it , at least . ❜ hands now come to rest 'pon his hips & he dares to let out an over dramatic SIGH . terzo shouldnt have left the hotel to begin with , but it gets boring ... when the ritual is done & they wait and wait for the next day to come to travel to another city . why not indulge in what the current one has to offer !
of course , his ghouls dont agree . they want to spend their time away from people who dont know about ghouls & demons and - terzo understands that , of course . ❛ you are ? i would appreciate any kind of help , really . ❜ a gesture around , its dark and terzo doesnt even know where he really is . ❛ how long you think the way back is ? ❜
I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart. I can see through the scars inside you. (x)
the most Child Emperor urge i have is to shout "BOOORRIINGGG!!!" when i have to witness something i dont like for too long
yeah , terzo is a man in his early / late fifties ( verse dependent ) , yeah ... terzo fucks . what about it .
@p0pestar mused: ❛ for once, i'm trying to do the right thing. ❜
🐝 * ― 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮/𝑩𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. (accepting)
Cowbell appeared unbothered to the untrained eye, passive and expressionless as the mask he wore. Beneath, and if you knew him very well, there was a maelstrom of emotions in response to that declaration. The slight tremor in his tail, the tightness of his shoulders, and the way his eyes glowed just a touch brighter.
It was a purposeful movement into Terzo's bubble, and if he could speak, he'd be pressed up alongside his Papa entirely.
The right thing for who? Certainly not for you, or your Ghouls. You only have to ask and I will remove the offending party. He signed, claws clicking together slightly from the force of his movements.
None of this sounded like a decision Terzo would make on his own.
ALL HIS GHOULS , terzo knows , ARE LOYAL , because he too is loyal to them . would he not do anything for them ? ALL OF THEM . he would go to hell and back , would pick fights with gods & deities if asked . terzo taps fingers 'gainst his own arm , stands there crossed limbs over chest . watches as cowbell signs and terzo shakes his head with a sigh . THE NIGHTS SEEM DARKER SUDDENLY , more like a heavy blanket that dares to suffocate than a comforting one .
❝ there is nothing to worry about , my dear . this is something that I HAVE to do . not anyone else . ❞ he reaches out with his hand , a gentle comforting gesture as he lets fingers brush 'gainst ghouls arm . ❝ and dont worry , i ALWAYS think about you and the others ... more than i think about myself . ❞
MOTHER OF ROME, WHO WEPT FOR HIM. [ ... ] a heart that longed for his love, arms that ached to hold him. great mother of civilisations, doomed to mourn him for eternity. his death had rung like a cataclysm through ministry halls, echoing across the space as all life stilled. the world had mourned the loss of the brothers, paid their respects at the funeral. dressed in black, even she. [ only a few times had your shade been abandoned. ] clad in midnight shades, veiled attire hid the tear - stain face of the immortal. doomed to love over &&. over but never like this. nothing like what they had. all that was left were memories, along with the whispers of murder through the lifeless halls.
there is no life here — only bitter reminders. softly did her head shake, dark locks swishing with the motion. no elabrote hairstyle, not during this period of mourning. all that was was the here &&. now. the scent of blood, the unnerving dull stare he gave, &&. the pain in her heart &&. hand. o' her heart was heavy with sorrow.
❝ i ... understand. ❞ it is a strange request, one unheard of from his lips before his ... since that day. a sharp inhale, shoulders that tremble so slightly straighten. painting convincing herself composed, even with tear - stained cheeks. blood slowly dripped from torn flesh, dripped from his lips. if instinct allowed, she would have cleaned it from him. with such tender &&. care but now [ ... ] it was not needed. not wanted. that hurt too. ❝ you are not here. you lie, you know nothing. you are only an empty shell of someone so great. it is pitiful, you are pitiful. ❞ try as she might, there is no way to remove the rage. the pained anger that had bubbled over the days &&. weeks, coming forth as a low, venomous hiss. before going quiet, eyes staring at him before falling.
❝ your stitching will come undone if not tended to. ❞
he cares so little for the sitches that adorn his neck . he cares little if they come undone . all he cares for is that he DOES NOT WANT ANYONE TO TOUCH THEM . perhaps afraid that they would come undone by the hand of another , a fruitless attempt at his life ! - but ... he turns his back towards her . no longer does terzo fear that anyone could push a knife between ribs and spine , he cares little for anything that ALIVE terzo would have thought about . for he is no terzo , he is simply a shell of who he used to be .
there is nothing beautiful left about him , nothing that could make anyone remember how he used to be . PAPA EMERITUS THE THIRD IS DEAD , and there is nothing that could bring him back . that could safe his wretched soul .
her words do reach his ears , but they make him feel nothing . for whatever is this life ? it is not his fault he stands here . he did not ask to be pulled back from the depths of hell to live on this earth again . HE DID NOT ASK FOR ANY OF THIS . ❝ dont worry . ❞ hand raises , his movements are slow , stiff & rigid ( is this not similar to what his brother sang in one of his songs ... )
and gloved fingers brush against the stitches . they do not hurt anymore . they itch every now and then , and he feels the warmth of black blood drip down the cut that severed head from neck . ❝ it will all be okay ... it will all be allright . ❞