#amarulentking

[yeruslan-blog1]

@amarulentking​ liked the starter call! 

“The honest merchant does not lie -- my mind may be human, perhaps, but only in body.” (  FOR MY SOUL’S LONG BEEN DEAD ).

[grotesque-puppet]

          Same reaction as all the time [ or so one might want to assume ]--- “ I presume you have fun with the quarrels of this rotten place? Demons to wander this plane, it finds itself not as rare anymore, as my kind would hope - yet dread the truth of it - it to be~ ”          // @amarulentking

[knightstrayed]

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             “Jeez. It’s hot as hell out here, y’know? I was kinda hoping the heat would blow over after dark.” Seems he’s in no such luck, this particular night. A sigh heaves his chest, cigarette twirling between those long fingers of his in the midst of this almost too casual conversation. “At least the breeze is nice out. I couldn’t stay cooped up indoors for much longer...”

[yvanaempress-blog]

@amarulentking

The Empress attends a fair number of balls & parties—though this one is relatively tame. No drugs and only wine for alcohol. A formal event. (Give me a fucking gun so I can shoot myself in the head and excuse myself from this bullshit.) Dark blue gown’s embellishments glow from the nano fibers woven into them. Even her veil bathes her in a soft, silver light.  Mavira brings a glass of red wine to her lips as a man who she has been told is a literal demon Lord settles near her.

He’s perhaps the most interesting thing about this event, if only because she’s only met one other demon in her lifetime. Part of her wants to ask if she can braid his hair, but she doubts he’s aware of Yvanian culture. (How disappointing.) “A lovely event.” She comments idly, tone even as she feigns at least mild interest in the goings on. “Empress Mavira-Itar. Might I have my Lord’s name?” Even worse, at events like these, she has to be polite.

[fearooren-blog]

          The quiet of a neverending era. Swiftly passing by, in the endlessness of life. He wonders, sometimes, how those on earth would feel the shifts and changes of weather, of seasons, of what humanity calls 'time' [ seconds, minutes, hours, days and years - how quaint ], for heaven itself has none the like and strives not to need it either. It's often enough that one would visit him, would curiously pass him by and seek conversation where none should be needed [ perchance, it was wisdom they wanted - or simple company ], of a kind much younger than himself, fluttering for disposable time, and still be cradled wholly by the Chief and himself.

          One of those very souls roams through the vast expanse of space, wanders closer to him as being announced by excited whispers. As being proclaimed to him when a hand reaches out, reaches for that skeletal, small being, now to perch dutifully upon an outstretched hand.

          "Do you seek something, Jethro?"

          With how low and soft, and nearly drowned out into the noiseless surrounding his voice could just appear. With how he knows of the youth without even needing to spot him, when long wings unfold, bend and stretch, to fall back to calm in means of decided pride that - yes - it had found its master answers never truly sought [ as they were all steadily in his mind ]. "Or have you gotten lost in your stroll? How unlike you, shall this be of truth, or is there something I personally can do for you?"          || @amarulentking

[ghoulpatch]

     @amarulentking

not often is he so shaken, but he knows when to fear something greater than himself. courage does not mean lack of weakness — the ghoul is full of physical flaws, barriers not quite well structured. what was a nature-built monster in the eyes of a god? his arms are sheets of tiny bumps, cold and warm at the same time, and yet he finds his eyes seeking the source. YES, he was nothing to any higher powers. but kaneki had an obsessive personality, and he had quite a fixation for things beyond his grasp. simply put, he was enthralled by anything other-worldly. it often put him in his place, and he liked that. he craved the knowledge of an entity greater than him. so, stupidly, he actively searched for it, knowing something grand was in the vicinity.