#bewitchedmuses

[toranoya]

The trap

Inside the towering screen-lit studio of VoxTek, every monitor flickered in perfect, synchronized rhythm. Blues and reds pulsed like a heartbeat. At the center of it all stood Vox, fingers steepled, screen-face glowing with a satisfied grin as he looked at Angel Dust.

“Thanks for coming Angel. Let’s try something a little more persuasive tonight. I kind of have something special planned for you to do for me.”

[@bewitchedmuses

[voxtek-time]

@bewitchedmuses said: Alastor: "You sit on a throne of lies."

"Hmm."

That's not what Vox wants to hear. Alastor isn't wrong, not at all, but having it pointed out, having the reminder that even one person sees his scams and bravado for what they are, it isn't nice. Vox doesn't like it.

It's a good thing he's got a few tricks that always lift his mood, and even thinking about them is enough for Vox to muster a small chuckle.

"At least I have a throne. Remind me, when was the last time you had any real power around here? Not for a while, right Alastor? Because it's mine now."

[dxrkeyes]

@bewitchedmuses [ wolverine ] dealt his hand ♣

He was generally restless at the institute, especially at night time. The darkness was a familiar comfort; orders and disinteresting requests lulled away by sleep. Remy was never alone in wandering the halls while everyone else had turned in, but they kept quiet company. They’d acknowledge each other with a nod, a passing “hey”, or say nothing at all.

He sipped at his beer, listlessly padding back towards his room when he noticed a figure standing amongst the trees. He paused, taking a closer step towards the window to get a better look out. The short stocky frame and wild hair gave a dead giveaway as to who he was looking at, even in the dark.

Wondering what the man was up to, Remy made his way outside. The damp grass under his bare feet and the cool air on his skin did a better job at waking him up than the alcohol ever could.

“Somet’in out in de bushes ‘gain, Wolvie?” He called out, voice still dozy.

As he drew closer, something seemed…off about Wolverine. The way his shoulders hung, his face downtrodden and weary like his very soul had been beaten down. The look in his eyes especially, it was as though he was looking through him rather than at him.

“Logan,” Remy spoke firmly, dropping the nickname this time, hoping to snap him out of whatever daze he was in, “ya good, homme?”

Little did the thief know, this was not their Wolverine.

[hells-hazbins]

@bewitchedmuses Alastor: Bite

[📺] "That wasn't an option ASSHOLE!!"

[reapshollow]

@bewitchedmuses >call< gets a ginger

He was simply walking around aimlessly. The ginger wasn't seeking anyone out but he was also not keeping his reiatsu in check for once. It wasn't as bad as when he was younger, as back then it was like a beacon. Now, it was less like that and more similar to a smaller light source. Such as a candle, or maybe a flashlight of some kind.

The reaper had his hands in the pockets of his light jacket. It was a fairly nice day when he left. Now it was moving more toward evening. There was a small chill in the air, but he'd not yet reached his destination, and he was warm enough that it wasn't bothering him.

Wherever that may be.

The woods were nice this time of year, trees were full of life again, leaves various shades of green as they grew in. He knew with summer around the corner that they'd grow even more. It was nice. Grass was growing, flowers were blooming, it was simply showing that life found a way. Of course, he already knew that much.

He paused at a small fork in the trail, wondering if he should go right, or left. He'd close his eyes and focus for a little bit, seeing if he could feel or perhaps sense anything. After a few short minutes, he'd go to the right. After all, one of his friends had told him there was a waterfall that hid a rather large empty cave behind it. And he was curious about that.

It was simply his adventurous nature that led him to go out and hike for a while. He knew he'd get home safely. He always did.

[theserpnt]

@bewitchedmuses gets a random starter !

"hey... i wanted to show you something."

he'd waited patiently for alastor to finish his broadcast before appearing in the doorway, his apple staff making an uncommon appearance as both hands rested atop it as a sort of physical buffer. it wasn't that he wanted to keep a distance between himself and the other. quite the opposite, actually. but he'd been a little off the past day or two, and he was sure his partner had picked up on it by now. thankfully he'd always given lucifer space as needed, even if this time was different.

it wasn't that he was sad or feeling low. instead, there was a certain anxiousness in his tense posture and the way he constantly searched alastor's face for disapproval even though he hadn't even told him what was going on yet. but, it was easier to show first and then talk. lucifer began to open a portal, though he was clearly taking his time with it, and the beginnings of a vast, dimly lit entryway that was clearly not the hotel began to show through. "do you have a minute?"

[murderrhusband]

He ought to feel foolish. Turning his den into this charade production of insanity. But all sense of foolishness is pushed to the side as he tries to focus on the instructions he's translated from the book he found. There were promises, at least he's pretty sure that's what it says, to answer desires.

And desires were all he could think about. He hasn't even been able to focus on any sort of murder (until now) and at least three other people have been promoted before him. Normally, he'd never let himself fall so far down the food chain but he...he can't seem to escape this carnal desire that no amount of self-attention could cure! But it's far too risky to dare and try some random club or bar or park bathroom. Getting caught and losing it all in general wasn't an option, more so in those sort of places.

But he needed satisfaction!

It was driving him mad! Mad to the point in belief and thus this point.

Clearing his den of his high-end and expensive furniture to craft these runes along this summoning circle. The instructions commented how it would usually be called for a human sacrifice but that an animal would do just fine...but he wasn't afraid of getting the necessary blood needed. Not if it could help ease this painful desire brewing and boiling inside of him.

"I need this....I need this to work...I seek satisfaction and conquest of desire..."

@bewitchedmuses

[shatteredxndbroken]

@bewitchedmuses Hua Cheng to Xie Lian: "I told you I'd come back one day."

Xie Lian had been waiting and waiting for Hua Cheng’s return. He had been keeping himself busy with his Puqi Temple, cleaning and accepting offering and helping people to make the time go faster, to make the days less lonely. His Ghost King had said he would return to him after he had set him free from his cursed shackles and he believed him. Hua Cheng could do anything he wanted.

The God was working on his little garden when he heard a familiar voice and wasted no time to get up, spin around and run over to the voice and once close enough he jumped into his arms, embracing him tightly. “San Lang…” Once again, feeling complete now his beloved has returned to him.