sin eaters daughter

⚈ Be careful who you trust; the devil was once an angel Remi Carmikael; Original

[remi--x]

                                             @x-kenzie

                “It’s rather annoying being so gorgeous and amazing; everyone just wants a piece of me all the time -- well, you know how it is of course”

[remi--x]

                                                         @x-august                                  

                 “Well if it isn’t mister handsome himself - sit with me”

[remi--x]

x-cassius‌:

                    It wasn’t the time for words just yet, he was more than glad that she could see that– he was nowhere near himself, the blood lust becoming too much for him to handle even in the short amount of time he’d been free. Drink, rip and kill is exactly what he did with little regard to his surroundings, blood spraying the floorboards beneath their feet as it did little to subside the rage inside of him. “Better?” He spat, completely unable to retract his fangs as he balled his hands into fists. “It’s like I’m a newborn again.” And he couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stand how truly out of control he really was, the need for blood almost having him rip his own head off at this point. Finally taking a seat, Cassius allowed for a small sigh to fall passed his lips as he let his head fall into his hands. “Are they dead? —The one’s who caught me?” Rage began to boil beneath his skin once more, the mere fact that he was caught and hidden away from his family; oh no, he couldn’t let that go. 

                “No - they’re still out there and who knows who they’re going to come after next” someone boxed him up knowing full well who he, why? They had no fucking idea but Remi had a feeling they would return for round two and that thought alone made the cruelest smiles appear on her features. “I have endless amounts of people for you to devour while you regain some of your strength and as of this moment Lyra is underway with her plan -- we will get them brother, we always do”

[remi--x]

ix-lyra‌:

                 “Gives you a reason for a hunt, which I’m sure you won’t say no to, sister. At some point, yes, but for now its best to monitor and perhaps clean up from afar; just so he doesn’t end up in another bloody box again. Right now he isn’t remotely in control and that will be gnawing away just as much as the blood lust — he needs control. So, where is that necromancer of yours?”

                 “At my house most likely trying to cast a spell on himself; rather disappointment I’m missing out on the fun. What exactly do you have in mind, Lyra?”

[remi--x]

x-august‌:

                      If it wasn’t one thing lately it was another, case in point when the hybrid found himself lying on the ground in a shower of glass with some blonde fumbling on her words and the fact that she was a vampire made the entire thing all the more peculiar. August and Tully were suspicious of everyone because they had to be, mainly because when they let their guard down was usually when the other predators decided to show their true intentions and blood yet again had to be spilled. While the small tear in his skin went unnoticed, the hybrid didn’t feign being rattled as he got to his feet, eyes ever watchful on the stranger before him. “I’m fine.” August replied flatly before managing to offer the blonde a hand to help her up. “So this isn’t usual for you then? Kinda got the feeling that it was for some reason.”

               “No no not at all -- I’m usually a little less dramatic and don’t just randomly kiss strangers .. can we just, like .. forget this ever happened? Start over with the usual shake of the hand. Want me to buy you a drink seeing as now you don’t have one?”

[remi--x]

x-kenzie‌:

                   “I actually can’t wrap my head around it, you know? Even though I’m talking to someone who is over a thousand years old and I have to drink blood to live, the thought of there being vampire/werewolf mixtures out there? That’s crazy. Well, you older more dangerous creatures kinda make it easy for us young one’s, you know that? Thanks for having massive targets on your backs. Seems a shame that they have to, but that’s for your next game, right? Vampire/witch mixtures??”

                “Oh you’re very welcome; while I keep being shot at you just continue to do your thing. They may die, they may not - it all depends on their role in making Maddox into a vampire/witch - exactly. This town needs a little bit of spice. So tell me, what have you been doing while us kids play?”

[remi--x]

luc-ianx‌:

“yes well. i’ve come to learn not to get my hopes up about small things like that.” he tells his sister, offering her a soft smile as he nodded his head. “suppose so.” he says, closing the book and sitting up a little more in his favorite chair. “how’re you, remi?” he asks, gentle curiosity was in his hue.  “how is our dearest brother?”

                “Oh I’m fantastic, brother; no complaints from me as per usual -- as for our brother, well I’m sure he has much to complain about. You haven’t spoken to him since his timely entrance back into our lives?”

[remi--x]

                                                    ( @delicaitlyn )

                “A handsome necromancer told me you were looking for me? If this is about a particular vampire who cant control his switches then I say to hell with him - move on to bigger and better things”

[remi--x]

lawson-cage‌:

                          ( @x-kenzie​ @remi–x​ )

             “Huh.. you’re still here?” There was something nice about coming home to a place that was the closest thing he had to some sort of normalcy in his life— some of the people he knew were still around, the feeling of complete and utter isolation wasn’t able to find him here. “Thought a girl like you would do better in the big city.” Unsure if he would be remembered, considering he didn’t think of himself as a memorable person, he took a moment to pull a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and allow for the other to piece the memory of him back together. 

               “If it isn’t the man who saved my life -- too many people in the cities, just enough people to piss off in the smaller towns. I thought you were dead and gone by now; I’m quite surprised you’re still kicking”

[remi--x]

nclsbea‌:

@remi–x

        “It’s lipstick.” She spoke curtly, turning away from the blonde who would not stop staring at her. A hand came up to shield her crimson lips from view, old and fresh blood alike, dripping and drying at the corners of her mouth with every passing second.

                “I couldn’t care less if you were standing over the body, love. How many people believe your stories? I could smell the .. lipstick, before I even saw you. Are you finished or haven’t even begun yet?”

[remi--x]

wrxn‌:

        Wren slowly slid his drink away from the original, like he was disarming a bomb. Nothing like sitting alone in your own bar when a mortal enemy decides to show up. At least that’s what she made herself time and time again. Every time the opportunity arose she made it impossible not to hate her. The day his parents died, of all days, she was the worst.

                “Are you really going to sit there and let me do all the talking? Not that I don’t enjoy the sound of my own voice over yours, but fine -- want to know what I did today? Or shall I say who I did? Of course I killed him afterwards but he was rather pleasing in the sheets .. who are you sleeping with now days, Wren? Anyone exciting?”

[remi--x]

brennantalbot‌:

                Remi’s snark and brazen essence was one of the reasons he had effortlessly began such head spinning pursuit of her. Her inquiries allowed a laugh to escape him, shaking his head as if out of modesty, “I think I could be the marrying type, right partner sort of thing, you know?” A shrug of his shoulders followed, biting his lip as if toying with the idea to continue, “But I think I’m attracted to trouble, which inevitably, lands me in the hot seat. Those who are trouble don’t typically fancy the idea of marriage, you know?” Russet hues flitted to drift over Remi as if hoping to catch the slightest inkling to the inner workings of where she stood on such belief, his generalization of trouble mapping over the entirety of what she was, in the end. 

                “I’m very much attracted to you also, wolf boy” no, he didn’t mention her name when speaking of the type of woman he usually falls for, but the connection was there and she simply felt like filling in the blanks, even if in five or so minutes they were reaching for a different topic. “I prefer crashing weddings than ever being in one; I’m guessing that’s something you’ve never done? Or does the bad boy Brennan come out to play every so often?”

[remi--x]

zxkecallen‌:

@remi–x

“Bold of you to think you were welcome in here.” Zeke spat sharply the moment he could pinpoint the original standing in his bar. It didn’t take much, the glisten of her blonde locks in the dim light the early hours drew around them almost wholly out of place. Not to mention the instantaneous flex of his jaw and clench of fists even before he’d looked her dead in the eye. “You might want to reconsider letting yourself in next time, I’m not against blowing us both to high fucking hell just to get you to leave me the fuck alone.”

                “I tend to go where I’m not welcome. Not exactly bold, more like arrogant I suppose” and arrogant she was. The original propped herself onto a bar stool quite comfortably as Zeke threatened her life for the millionth time. It always put a smile on her perfectly painted lips just how much he hated her - the feeling wasn’t mutual. “Well either blow us both out of the water or we could sit and have a drink; I prefer option number two but you on the other hand might just surprise me”

[remi--x]

clarkroschell‌:

               As syllables fell from Remi’s mouth, Clark had since solidified the fact that she really was pulling his leg, letting out a snort in tandem. “Bull fucking shit. You know hybrids are a myth,” his near vexed tone could betray the conviction stamped onto such statement, brows raised at the original. While Clark could be arrogant in what he presumed to know and while Remi had a reputation to not be trusted, her inquiry could only be seen as puzzling for what the future could hold. 

                “Are you sure about that, Clarky? To most of the world, you and I are myths - I’ve stumbled upon the prettiest treasure and thought I’d share my findings with you” games games and more games - Hybrids couldn’t be left to walk among the rest of the supernatural, as if hunters didn’t have enough on their plates as it were. Let Clark handle them while Maddox and Remi befriended them; her smile only widened at the thought. “Vampires, werewolves, hybrids oh my”

[remi--x]

luc-ianx‌:

@remi–x @x-lyra

“shall we get straight down to business? or should we do the pleasantries first?”

               “I was never good at the latter brother; business is always more fun, don’t you think?”

[remi--x]

maddc-x‌:

                                      ( @remi–x )

                            “Just waiting on them to try and leave town, then the barrier spell will begin and panic will set in.” it was as simple as that, though the spell had taken some reworking due to their unusual nature, something that the necromancers magic seemed to be thriving off of. “Now I’m working on what Lyra gave me —- its taking longer than expected.”

               “Some of my minions saw them packing a few hours ago - looks like they're done here; or so they think” everything seemed to be falling into place, as per usual with any of their little games they concocted. “Be patient my sweet, everything will come together nicely in the end --- have you been staying away from my brother?”

[remi--x]

x-lyra‌:

                             —- ( @remi–x )

                        Lyra had been gone without so much of a word to anyone other than Remi in search of their brother who had been taken for a decade for reasons that still weren’t clear. “Found him.” the first words spoken to her sister when the familiar footsteps were heard and while Lyra never once doubted that he wouldn’t be found, it had started to take its toll, the longevity of it all and the state that her twin was currently in. “He’ll devour the bloody town at the rate he’s going.” anyone else wouldn’t hear the words for what they were; concern and no, not for the people of Red Creek. 

                “He’s already devoured some of my best blood -- thank you for the heads up sweet sister but our brother already found me. At some point we will have to collect him; who knows what’s going on in that head of his”