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@supremesself
𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ⵑ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐘ⵑ 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 ⵑ
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Indie selective V'ehxness RP blog by Irons. Limited activity Kill count: 1 Death Count: 0
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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ⵑ
“Kamyuhn!” Eva clawed at the doors, bits of blood trailing the edges, as the soldiers pulled her away. “Stop it! Please! She’s just a baby!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Who would listen to her while V’ehxness watched? It took several men to remove her from the scene– a familiar room painted in blood. She bit, kicked, and pushed away her oppressors, but it wasn’t enough. Eva reached towards the closing doorway. “Sister, please! I’ll do anything, just don’t touch her!” A screech echoed. “𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐲𝐮𝐡𝐧!!” And that was the last she saw of her. The enclosure they threw her in felt natural. It was similar to the locked room she’d grown up in all her life. A place where, when her adopted father and sister would fight, felt safe. After her display earlier that day, this was her punishment. She curled up and placed her head on her knees, still picturing the face of a little girl staring back at her in fright. War was always a part of their lives; however, when they fought amongst themselves, they were no better than the invaders. At least, that is how Eva felt about the situation. Her thoughts coiled into an infinite loop. The thoughts were debating the necessity of her sisters' actions and coming to no conclusion that could justify the killing of their own. Day after day, more innocent lives are spilled, and for what? The invaders weren’t backing down; they needed more people than before. Paragons were symbols, beacons of hope that carried weapons into the arms of their people. Worst of it all, these weren’t merely commoners; they were family. The tears on her face had dried up, and that anxious choking feeling subsided. She felt empty. A husk of a woman cradled herself. Nature’s savior wilted. Eva examined her cuffs. The woman who stared back in the steel's reflection was unrecognizable. Prior to all this, they had already been fighting. Patches of dirt, blood stains, and scratches masked her true features. “I’m sorry.” She whispered to the wind. And it seemed to answer back with a soft breeze along her skin. That’s when she realized the door had creaked open.
“Who is it?”
@supremesself
There was no time for regrets. V'ehxness knew that as the Supreme Commander, she had to be decisive and ruthless. Mercy, kindness, remorse, they were all just chains holding them down while the invaders rained fire on them from above.
V'ehxness was supreme. She owed no explanation to anyone. No one's opinion mattered, and now the world knew what happened to anyone who stood against her. It wasn't meaningless bloodshed. She had seen it before. Dissent led to infighting. Strife. Their people fighting amongst themselves instead of fighting the enemy.
If they were to survive, this was the only way. Futurum would live on with V'ehxness' hands around its throat. She saw no other course, and thus there was no other course worth considering.
After setting foot inside Eva's cell, she locked eyes with her.
"Eva."
Her voice dripped with open contempt. Eva had always been weak-willed. On some level, V'ehxness pitied her. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like to have been born as the clear inferior.
"You openly defied me."
Plead with her, but still. It wasn't the obedient acquiescence she was owed as the supreme being. And for what? A child who would die without its parents anyway? If Eva were anyone else...
Her gaze impossibly hardened even further for a moment, before she suddenly let out a breath. Almost a sigh. It was a bitter, disappointed sound.
"To stand against me is to stand with the enemy. I did what was right."
She owed no one an explanation, and yet she felt inclined to offer one anyway. If Eva were anyone else, would she have bothered?
WHAT ARE YOU THE PATRON SAINT OF ?
patron saint of houses
but not of homes. only the shells of what keeps us enclosed. houses can be decorated or well-built or crumbling or haunted but only a home can truly be warm; you are the patron saint of that lack.
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”Welcome back Overlord V'ehxness, glad to see you again„
"I cannot stay away for long. The enemy will not destroy itself."
"It sounds like Takumi Sumino is having his final birthday celebration today!"
"Huh...and here I thought you wouldn't even find something like that important to mention..."
"It isn't terribly important. The only birth worth celebrating is mine."
"It sounds like Takumi Sumino is having his final birthday celebration today!"
"Glad to see that you are still delusional, even on my birthday".
"Oh? We shall soon see who is truly delulu, Takumi Sumino!"
"It sounds like Takumi Sumino is having his final birthday celebration today!"
"Is that a threat?"
"I do not make threats. Only guarantees."
"It sounds like Takumi Sumino is having his final birthday celebration today!"
wow, takumi is TINY on that thing. she really can pick him up like a bug
{He looks up at her like a bug when you lift a rock.}
{Trying to figure out V'ehxness' canon height. Threw this together to check her against the rest of the cast, and its nowhere near perfect. Long story short: She's HUGE. Around 7ft tall if this is accurate. Takemaru is 6'4 and the tallest character to have a canon height. Eito is 6ft and Hiruki is 5'11. Takumi is 5'6. I couldn't line them up perfectly and some sprites might not be the same resolution. This is good enough for now.}
Time and time again their blades clash on the battlefield, and Takumi wondered if his efforts were the definition of insanity. No matter how many times he tried, someone was always destined to die by her hands whenever V’ehxness graced the academy with her presence. Nozomi and Ima perished because of her in his first timeline, and she claimed the lives of three other friends in this one. Darumi, Kiyoshika, and recently Kurara. . . all dead due to his choices — choices that had to be made because of her.
And once again, V’ehxness has returned, boasting with her claims of victory in this war. Grief sunk its talons deep into Takumi’s heart, and he’s had enough of her attitude.
“You keep saying you’ll be victorious, but that’s only an assumption at best! No matter what you do, we’ll keep beating you back until you’re finally defeated, V’ehxness!” A declaration of his own, yet Takumi doesn’t know if he truly believes in his own words; but that doesn’t mean he can give up yet. Surrendering now would mean that every death so far was in vain — and that’s not why he’s returned to this war once more.
"So all you have is doubt? I intend to prove the truth of my declaration."
As if to punctuate her point, she called on her power, sending shockwaves through the divine blood that screamed to run away from her superior strength.
"I am victory itself. So long as I exist, your downfall is inevitable. Be grateful for your role in my ascension, because that is all you have."
"I'm sick of your damn delusions! You were to be our hope but I'm sure Lord Dahl'xia will figure something out when it comes to those invaders. We don't need you, especially if you're going to use innocent people to make those things..."
*Honestly those creatures made Addamaque sick to his stomach. If he could he would have stopped it but there had still been a chance that it would have caused problems for the one person he looked up to so all that could be done was obey her orders and watch as the atrocities unfolded.
The commander had said our hope but truthfully she was never his hope, his had been the previous supreme commander. Everything that had been said by the person in front of him had been an affront to the teachings and although part of him was afraid his hatred continued to boil over and so no more words were needed.
Since he was in his divine form his speed had been increased and using that he launched himself up into the air. The goal was to use the sickle like limbs to block her blade and the the others to try and pierce her body. That being said if it was that easy the paragon of hatred would have done so ages ago. The male fully expected it to fail but he couldn't let this keep going.*
She scoffed, taking her eyes off him for a moment in a flagrant display of disrespect. To her, he was barely even worth her full attention, and she wanted him to know that before the end.
His divine form cut through the air, taking to the air with breakneck speed. In an instant, she teleported, joining him in the air. She brought her blade down on him, clashing violently with one of his sickles with the deafening sound of steel on steel.
The attack was meant to demoralize. To demonstrate that his perceived advantages were all in his head. Despite that, she found herself smiling, relishing the opportunity to prove herself superior yet again.
"Between us, you certainly look like the delusional one, daring to raise your blades against a god!"
"I got where I am today through violence. I'm thankful for it."
