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Anyways, doodles some ocs This is Alcatraz aka Loki. She is an albino harpy who got taken in by Mother War/Agatha. She is v rational and is aware that Agatha is the Worst but she is grateful and therefore willing to be used as Agatha wants
And even after all this time, her eyes gleam defiantly as she faces Death. Death is taken aback, and cannot help but release a laugh. Even now, she is the same child who fearlessly asked for the help of the Grim Reaper, no hesitation, no anxiety. Just a very brave and desperate child who will go as far as bargaining with Death personally to protect the one she cares about the most.
The first time they met was on the battlefield, long, long ago.
The princess of one side stood atop her steed, beside her father, facing the enemy that advanced.
A knight, loyal to her king, on the other.
The battle was bloody, awful, and in the end, neither side really won. Both kings fell. Both armies suffered casualties, nearly obliterated in their entirety.
~
“You’re the enemy,” the princess stated, confused at the care the other was showing.
The knight scoffed. “Hardly. Both of our armies are done for. This was our kingdom’s last harrah. I no longer have a king to be loyal to. And, my deepest condolences, but it doesn’t seem that your father survived, either. That being said, since you’re alive, i guess that means you won.”
The princess looked out the window of the small hut, sighing. "Was it worth it though? It’s not like there’s much of my kingdom left.” She clutched at the material at her chest. “Still, a kingdom is a kingdom, and I will take what’s mine.”
“I’d expect that sort of attitude from a prince,” chuckled the knight. “What were you doing out there, anyways?”
“I have no other siblings. They had no choice but to train me.”
“Why not marry you off to some prince--?”
“It’s not something I want.” Her answer was short. “Besides, you were on the battlefield as well.”
“I’m no princess.” The knight averted her eyes, shifting uncomfortably.
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“We still have a way to go to get back home.”
“They need our help.” The princess who took her father’s name, Xachary, had fire in her eyes.
The knight, Charon, could only grin, her expression lightening. “I hoped you’d say that.”
~
the bandits did not stand a chance against the two, a princess with a broadsword and her knight, battle axe in hand.
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“Even if my kingdom is to fall, I wont abandon it.”
“Then I wont abandon you.”
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“When we die, I want it to be on the battlefield.”
“You read my mind.”
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“I love you.”
“I’m not a man, Xachary.”
“I know.”
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“I love you, too.”
“I have a physical form now,” Tierse’s eyes were wide in awe as they stared at their hands. Shadows pulled and swirled from their skin, not betraying their heritage as a shadow demon. Regardless, they had form. How kind of the witch to give such a gift!
Aeric was also staring, a small smile on her lips.
“Can you feel?”
“Yes? At least, I think so. It’s very... strange.” While they could still feel the pull and power of the shadows, they knew it would never be as strong as it once was. They were no longer a demon, that had been the bargain with the witch, but they at least still possessed some of their influence on the dark.
Aeric slowly walked toward them, and before they could react, she was standing before them. They didn’t know how to deal with this tingling sensation in their fingertips, their heart began to pound.
She was uncharacteristically nervous, looking to the side as she asked, “can... can you be kissed?”
Tierse inhaled sharply, a foreign feeling that was not unbidden. Already, they were experiencing so many strange sensations. “You’re welcome to try.”
Aeric’s smile grew, and with a deep breath, she threw her arms around the former demon, standing on toes as she pressed her lips against their’s. She could feel their cool shadows curling around her, and smiled into the kiss, feeling protected. Tierse held her tightly, marveling at the feel of skin and touch and Aeric.
“I’ve been wanting to do this forever,” the human whispered before kissing them again.
After the world erupted into war and her sister was killed, Erin devoted herself to taking care of the Black Sheep Manor and those within it. Agatha was dead, but the mess she left behind was catastrophic. There were reports from travellers and friends around the world who spoke of the chaos all over. Erin wanted the Manor to be a safe place, a Haven.
She trained and worked as best as she could, ignoring the locked bedroom beside her own. It got a little easier each day to pass it. Phoenix was dead, but the hole she left behind was catastrophic. Even though Erin rarely showed it.
“I feel like you didn’t do much to stop her.” Erin’s lips pursed tightly after the statement, an air of disapproval around her.
The Lady only chuckled. “It was never my job to stop her from her objective. The Contract states that you and your sister are safe from morality, and since she attempted to interfere, i had to stop her. That however, is the extent at which i could assist you.” She was amused, watching the tiny girl’s swirling rage behind her eyes.
“What happens now?” The girl’s voice trembled with a quiet fury she was so good at hiding most the time.
Death hummed, “well, her objective has been filled.”
“I know that! That’s the whole point of this conversation!” The shadows twitched beneath Erin’s feat, shuddering with the anger of its mistress.
The Lady rolled her eyes, a smirk on her lips. “The entire reason i was unable to simply do away with her is because she is under the protection of a Deal, just as she could not kill you for being under Contract.”
“Your point?”
“If her objective has been filled, the Deal has run its course.”
A light gleamed in Erin’s eyes. “She can be killed.”
“Now you’re getting it, child.”
“I can finally end her, and she wont fuck with my sister again.”
“That seems to be the idea.” The Lady settled into her throne. “She is no longer under Maxwell’s protection,a nd i don’t even have to be the one to deal with her soul - that’s all on Max. When she finally sees how the world is burning, she will be fulfilled.”
“And when that happens, I will end her.”
“Yes,” mused the god, “i suppose you will.”
Maxwell Valerie Rose was an appreciator of the finer things in life. the glittering souls of humans were one of her favorite riches - so beautiful were they in their human complexities, their emotions far more colourful than the reserved expressions of angels. this was a large part as to why Maxwell fell from Heaven in the first place, lured by the beauty of humanity and their wealth and their very souls.
this was the motivation behind Deals. the souls of the wicked had a sort of delicacy, the souls of the desperate a more finer, fragile colour, and occasionally the soul of one righteous and fearles, bright with ambition and drive.
Agatha Tyrani had all of these. Maxwell was pleased when the young Agatha came to him, bright-eyed and passionate about the ached for, begged maxwell for.
it had been a fun gamble at first but now that Agatha was so close to her goal, Maxwell grew restless and excited. On one hand, she knew her sister up in Heaven would have a word or two to say about Maxwell backing the cause of a world-wide imbalance. On the other, when the time of Agatha’s death came along after she succeeded in her efforst, her soul would be Maxwell’s for the taking.
Maxwell grinned to himself, making his way to the throne room. he was vaguely aware of the woman’s aspirations to take over his realm, cocky human brat that she was.
He was not expecting, but not surprised, to see the curls of the robes of Lady Death sitting in his throne.
“Maxwell,” she stated calmly, a smile on her scarred lips.
He bowed low. “My Lady.”
and like the dealio with Lady Death is she used to be human, a long, long, long time ago.
this world is so fucked up that nobody really knows the Rules or how anything really works, not even the original Death. before they ceased to exist [they were quitting after centuries and centuries of duty], they had to pass on their position to someone else. God/the Genderless Mother is nowhere to be found, hasn't been for far too long, so it's not like Death could have approached them like hey i'm quitting find a new Angel of Death. so Death passed their position to the first being they could grasp with their bones.
that being was a prostitute who was trying to run away to a new town after being beaten and publicly humiliated among other things.
after the skeleton of Death grabbed her wrists she became th new Angel of Death but was given no guidance [lmdo kind of makes me think of the vampire who turned Lestat from The Vampire Chronicles i think? wasn't he the one who was like. you're a vampire now i'm outtie peace.]
it took years for Lady Death to accept her new position, but she grew into it with time. however, a part of her still holds a humanish guilt for her role, even if she's aware of the neutrality of her existence, and the necessity.
