#anharv

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+ @anharv

And for you, my love, a special one. How I’ve missed you.

[iragin]

( rising pt.1 )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤA shot in the dark, gambling away months worth of researches and studies; Wrath had collected the pieces needed to compose the greater puzzle that were his plans. He'd spent the last two weeks confined to a select room in Simon's house, pacing and reading, mustering up enough courage to challenge the cards he's been dealt on the day of his birth. Would Hell punish him for his curiosity, his greed? Fear of such was too strong a word, but it was up there.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤLife was not within his skills; Death, however, was an old friend and the foundation of everything he was meant to represent: if it wasn't destructive in essence, it wasn't wrath. Wrath's temporary company had departed the day he stole the last breath of that angel, a gift from Diniel herself. It left with advices and warnings, important instructions he'd chosen to follow thoroughly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤTomes were scattered around the room, most remained seemingly untouched while others had pages ripped and corrections written over information he'd realized to be outdated. Inky symbols covered the walls and floor, taken from those notes, a type of language that had no business existing outside of the Fifth Circle or Wrath's mind -- he wove knowledge from different sources, different worlds.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤGehenna, Simon's Lucifer, Lux, Diniel's deceased rival. ㅤㅤㅤㅤThese had shed light on which path would take the Archdemon to his chosen destiny.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe set up was typical. One candle stood lit by the bed, it illuminated the upper half of the body he'd preserved and highlighted the familiar sigils inscribed on the walls. Although the fire danced and tried to lick at the sheets, its purple color hinted at it not being the type of flame that'd bring trouble to his works.

"To create life, you need power of which you have plenty." Gehenna’s voice replayed distant in his head as he called back for the memory of their encounter. His eye closed, hand gripping tighter around the handle of the bone dagger he'd made specially for that. "For you and I, we have enough raw power to spare. For us, there is no order to giving life. It requires a spark of chaos."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤA spark of chaos.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe flicked the tip of the dagger across his left hand. "But we can't have too much chaos or it falls apart. We need to give it enough to allow flexibility, to adapt and evolve. That is determined on your will." Droplets of blood began pooling on his palm threatening to run along the creases of his hand, but they never did. They stayed put, as determined on his will, and solidified into tiny specks, purple dust that glinted against the light from the candle.

" [...] We found out that was soon as you stop feeding it energy, it falls apart. So right now, we're trying to find a way to connect that soul into this plane and ensure it can exist on its own."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤWrath's neutral expression faded into the sharpest grin he could sport. The gap in his best friend's work had been filled, he had, at last, an answer to that --  for he had enough raw power to spare. And said power had manifested into the life source he held in the palm of his own hand in that moment. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤWhen he finally opened his eye, it happened exactly as foretold. He'd never seen Gloria Patri's ritual rooms before, but, having undergone its esoteric trials, it was no surprise he'd recognize its dense energy engulfing him.

"So, ya've done it. Congrats." Everything in that image was recognizable. From the glowing and predatory purple of its eyes, to the grin that mirrored his own and, finally, to his exact form. It was like looking in the mirror, if reflections could behave on their own. “Now, ya can complete it.”

Part 2, bitches.

[cyberneticlagomorph]

anharv replied to your post “God I wanna... Put my face directly into the soft tum of a giant...”

does it matter what kind of animal?

friendly and not prone to eating me?

[lokiofnone]

anharv replied to your post: anharv replied to your post: ...

wow…to think i’d meet someone so great. you must really be loved!

Yes, you’re very welcome. I’d give you an autograph, but I’m afraid my hands are terribly full right now.

[lokiofnone]

anharv replied to your post: anharv replied to your post: ...

oh!! thank you for explaining! are you very important in new york?

Oh, yes. Adored by millions, and rightfully so. I’m practically the backbone of this city.

[lokiofnone]

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i have no idea what new york is either

It’s a city on the planet Earth in the country of the United States, populated mostly by humans and, more importantly, me.

[lokiofnone]

anharv replied to your post: [New Yorker voice] I get no respect around here, I...

what is a new yorker?

A person from New York.

[nyancourier]

🐺 🐯 🐨

🐺 (Wolf) - How good is your sense of smell?

Pretty good! Probably not much better than any other normal cat’s, but that’s probably just cause I don’t really rely on it all that much.

🐯 (Tiger) - Do you have fangs? Claws? Any dangerous body parts?

Yes and yes!! My fangs tend to stick around but my claws only come out when I want them to!!! I can make ‘em bigger or smaller if I need to. Dangerous body parts? My eyes are pretty dangerous!! I can see all sorts of stuff with ‘em.

🐨 (Koala) - How do you sleep? Do you hang upside down, curl up like a dog, or even stretch out like a cat?

You know I’m either curled up in a ball or sprawled the fuck out!!! Two options!!!