PLAGUE BEARER ⛧

AWAKEN YOUR NAIVE EYES BEFORE MY MUDDLED IDENTITY, I STILL WANT TO STAY AS SHELTERED AS EVER.

[pezutos]

OH. i remembered the log in

anyways i dont use twitter for rp, please don’t use my urls for twitter rp, and this is dead asf. Goodnighte. all ur hate anons can go to @funamusea

[pezutos]

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦ starter for @egumonto

⛧⭒.    Tired, yet crazed scribbles filled the light atrium. The grey and tan quill flicked in the air, his fingers holding tightly as black ink dribbled onto the paper. Written down were notes, seemingly impossible with such chicken scratch, of the beginning of the report. This world was something Lzet had not been comfortable in- however, escorting his Lady to one of the most important meetings of the century exceeded his need for solitaire. Due to being one of the ones closest to her (and somebody somewhat bendable.), the fly demon was called upon to escort- and report- on the after effects of this meeting. He only hoped it ended in perfection on Lady Reficul’s side.

⛧⭒.    Dead, carmine eyes sharply turned to see the movement next to him. An angel, quite a nosy one at that, seemed to be leaning a bit onto his left shoulder. Lzet quickly scooted to the side, feeling his wings slightly rubbing against each other to create a small buzz. He was naturally anti-social, naturally proportioned to avoid those who’d nose around in his Lady’s business. Perhaps if pushed enough, he might even stand up and move. Unfortunately, he’s too delved into his notes in order to allow himself to move.

[ruinicrte]

“  I know.  “  He knew. Bopping his head to the side, he let out a low hum.  “  I’m unsure. I know some things, but no details.  “  He didn’t know the origin of the universe. He’s met her, but it’s not like they had in detail conversations, or even her herself knew the ways of the universes.

Maybe there was no order or a certain way to know.

“  I like keeping her company, anyways.  “  Or at least, he didn’t mind. For the most part. Lately his personality had been very confusing and he felt very bad and weird about all his friends, but it’d be okay.

[pezutos]

⛧⭒.    The other’s voice was somewhat calming. Much different to the man he had heard stories of in the past. There wasn’t a chaotic, sexual, mess of a man in front of him. More or less, he looked battered and tired- lethargic even. Or maybe he was. Perhaps Satanick was more complicated than Lzet first bargained. He might owe Mephir a quarter later.

꒦꒷ ——— ❝ I assume it’s a scary thing to know even the basics. ❞

⛧⭒.    A mere worker insect, hiding under a safety blanket of an office, couldn’t possible comprehend that. As important as Lzet knew he was, there was of course the self loathing and empty drive the fly had. Inhaling softly, he let out a sigh before handing another paper to Satanick to glance over.

꒦꒷ ——— ❝ That’s well then. She could use somebody to travel or be around her. Oh, and, this is for you and your God. A proposal Lady Reficul asked me to seal. Surely it’s budgeting, or something of the sort. ❞

[ruinicrte]

Yeah, he was rather unstable. It was probably bad that he had any knowledge on this universe at all. Of anything that was happening. He shouldn’t know anything at all, probably. A lot of people wouldn’t consider him stable, it wasn’t new. It wasn’t new that he had an incredibly unstable, always switching personality.

It was wierd.  “  I wish it lasted longer.  “  He wished he was longer blissfully unaware of the fact that he could love and long for someone in his arms in any pure ways. He wished, he didn’t want to hold a certain someone in his arms. He closes his eyes, sighing as well, but then smiles again. The rain only seemed to bang louder against the windows.  “  She does, we’re friends.  “

[pezutos]

꒦꒷ ——— ❝ Are you aware of what’s outside this bliss? ❞

⛧⭒.    The poor fly was already becoming drained of conversation, his head buzzing with thoughts and guilt over taking even a second off from his precious papers. For as much as Lzet despised this work, it was his life. He was doomed to live in an office his entire life, filing out each new article and report to different Gods in order to keep Reficul’s world in perfect relation. The demon would be lying if he didn’t comprehend some secrets, as it wasn’t hard to realize that some documents flying across his desk described events unimaginable. It wasn’t as if Lzet understood it all, however. Swinging his arm to place another document down, he looked up and met Satanick’s gaze before speaking once more.

꒦꒷ ——— ❝ I am, thankful you keep my lady company. She watches out for you, you know. ❞

[ruinicrte]

“  Aww, doesn’t she trust me  ?  “  He giggles, he doesn’t mind if she didn’t, who really wanted to trust him, anyways. But they were friends, at least he liked to think they were. Satanick always changed his tone a lot. It was almost weird.  “  I wonder. I wonder if it would even be a God, or a Devil ruling over us.  “

Satanick knew the ones ruling over them currently, and he wasn’t sure he liked them. But it’s not like he could choose his ruler. His creator.

“  It’s better to live in bliss, but who knows how long the bliss will last  ?  “

[pezutos]

꒦꒷ ——— ❝ I’m fairly certain she does. She allows somebody like me to manage her documents, I assume she holds you in high regard. ❞

⛧⭒.    Sighing softly, the fly pushed his chair under the desk, that flickering light still dimly fading in and out of power. Perhaps he should alert his lady it needed a good replacing. Lzet only broke his gaze with Satanick in order to stare into the dim yellow glow.

꒦꒷ ——— ❝ You’re quite right. I believe we’re both uncertain of how long it will last. ❞

⛧⭒.    There were few who knew was pulling on the strings. From what the fly gathered, Reficul had some knowledge of the works of this world. If Satanick knew, that brought on another figure (in Lzet’s eyes, a bit unstable figure) into this game of chess. The demon closed his eyes, leaning against the cold brick wall. How odd, he hasn’t stood up straight in a good three months.

[ruinicrte]

There was a smile on his lips, even when the rain was banging against the windows and revealing his condition way too obviously. It’s like he carried a constant raincloud with himself lately. That might even not be too far from the truth.

“  Oh, it definitely could be  !  “  He bops his head to the shoulder, overlooking the others work. He never really did his own, which probably always fell on his subordinates or Fumus. When it fell on the latter, the latter would make sure to make him feel it.

“  There can be many lies, even when you already know the truth.  “

[pezutos]

⛧⭒.    That sure was a change in tone. Perhaps you’ll take note of that, your dear lady has asked you to keep an eye on this Devil. Lzet’s dead, crimson eyes stared at Satanick, somewhat boring through his soul. The ink continued to drip onto the page, only ceasing once a black gloved hand reached to return the quill back into it’s ink holder.

꒦꒷ ——— ❝ I wonder who’d control it then. Would it be Gods, or Devils? ❞

⛧⭒.    Lady Reficul had always advised him, that when dealing with Satanick, bringing up different topics usually did the trick in taking his mind off affairs. Tapping his foot slightly, he adjusted the paperwork and lined the white pages together, sliding them over to Satanick.

꒦꒷ ——— ❝ My Devil is very secretive, but these papers you can glance at if you’d prefer. Perhaps there are many lies, but isn’t it better to live in blissful ignorance? ❞

[ruinicrte]

@pezutos cont. from here

“  Both, probably.  “

He closed his eyes. He had many lies he told himself and started believing. That he doesn’t want to know the truth of. That he never wants to learn the truth of. He plays with his coat. He should stop venting to people. Especially to people that probably - definitely - didn’t want to - didn’t need to - hear it.

“  Depends on you.  “  He sighs out. He vented too much, anyways. He didn’t deserve to vent that much, when he caused most of his problems himself.

[pezutos]

⛧⭒.    He sat calmly, listening to the other’s short statements. As odd as it was, the fly could vaguely feel the thick air of tension fallen upon the room. His paperwork sat idly on the desk, his pen rolling slightly as ink dripped onto the white papers.

꒦꒷ ——— ❝ Can’t say there are lies when the only truth I know is an office. Perhaps it’s a simulation. Do you think that’d be interesting? ❞

⛧⭒.    Drip. Drip. Drip.

⛧⭒.    How it did stain those pages. Surely, it’d never come out. It wasn’t quite like Lzet had much to discuss.

[pezutos]

"CAN I EAT YOUR WINGS?!?!" ~ Baby Lorelei (Lul)

꒦꒷ ——— ❝ No, no no, please get out of my offi- ❞

⛧⭒.    Damnit child, now she’s on his back screaming like a banshee. When will Fumus collect his damn creature?!

[pezutos]

“When you believe a lie for too long, the truth doesn’t set you free. No. It tears you apart.“ - Satanick

꒦꒷ ——— ❝ Is that statement for me... ? ❞

⛧⭒.    That was worthy enough to set down his pen and quill. Wings slightly fluttering to the tune of the low buzz in the room, the light flickered out of beat with the heartbeat of the fly. Lzet turned, his body making a sick cracking sound before he stood on woobly legs.

꒦꒷ ——— ❝ or for you... ? ❞

⛧⭒.    He wondered listlessly if the other had come to him for advice, or just to speak. It wasn’t as if the fly was going anywhere; he remained complacently like a wallflower in front of the Devil. Lies are something well versed in demons and devil’s alike, but even more so in cruel deities. Lzet only could assume the other had been at his limit. Or if not, perhaps there was something behind the scenes with his lady that had been locked away from him.

[pezutos]

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⛧⭒.  Lzet’s favorite kind of coffee is usually black, but occasionally, he’ll kick it up a notch and drink french vanilla! Usually he calls that self care. It isn’t, it really is not.

⛧⭒.  Lzet can feel vibrations in the ground (yknow, since he’s a fly!), and often stays only in carpeted areas to avoid massive headaches.

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📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

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⨳ — ALTERED CARBON; VIII

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“What we believe shapes who we are. Belief can bring us salvation… or destruction.” “When you believe a lie for too long, the truth doesn’t set you free. No. It tears you apart.“ “Why didn’t you say anything?“ “I didn’t say anything because I knew it was going to be hard for you to trust me.” “Kill me, if that’s what you need.“ “I’ll come back for you, [name]. No matter what… I’ll always come back for you.“ “You look good. I could have sworn I broke your back.” “I need answers.” “I can’t protect you anymore.“ “Drink this. It’ll help.” “Say something. Anything.” “So, what? I just… forgive you, like nothing’s happened?” “I don’t want forgiveness for saving you from yourself.” “That was a long time ago. This is our chance to start over. Let it all go, begin again, just you and me.” “I didn’t want to have this conversation.” “Jesus. You look like hell.“ “You really shouldn’t be in here. You’re not supposed to be in here.” “I can’t trust anybody. Except for you. Thank you.“ “Just attack me, please. It’ll hurt less than listening to this.” “Oh, God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Thank God. You’re alive!” “I thought you were dead.“ “Whatever you think was happening between us… it didn’t matter. It meant nothing to me.” “Throwing blades is an excellent way to increase one’s hand-eye coordination.” “Sometimes, belief isn’t about what we can see. It’s about what we can’t.“ “I… I missed you so much.“ “I’m sorry. I should have been there.” “I’m here now and I’m never leaving, ever. I promise you.” “If we’re going to pull this off, we gotta get our hands dirty.” “It’s not too late, you know. We can leave right now. Make all your fantasies come true. All you have to do is say yes.” “Do you feel it, [name]? The madness?” “Not a word of this will leave this room. Is that understood?” “How do we practice deceit? We rip the truth apart and reweave it into the lie. Nothing is more convincing.“ “Do you have any idea how much money you just cost me?”

[pezutos]

꒦꒷ — — — ❝ … ❞

⛧⭒.    He’s resting his head against the desk, it’s been a good 94 hours since his last break. Disturbing him would be quite fun, however.

[pezutos]

                             INDEPENDENT (HEADCANON BASED) LZET/BEELZEBUB.

                            LITERATE.   PARAGRAPH ROLEPLAY.  6+ YEARS EXP.

                            WRITTEN BY CASANOVA. SIDEBLOG TO @mentedeus​