#consigndarkness

[storiesungaa]

@consigndarkness​ sent “  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ” [Solomon to Matt Murdock]

Matt pauses at the sound of the voice - it sounds young, like a child. One that can’t be any older than thirteen. Why is a child asking him such a question? Is he simply curious or is there more to it? Matthew knows better than to think of it as some innocent question - he’d once upon a time thought of such things too. He wants to answer, to say you don’t, but he won’t tell that to a kid.

“Why do you ask?”

[billyktothemax]

@consigndarkness​ asked: “you almost died.” [From Owen]

Billy rubbed his hands hard over his eyes, trying to put the pieces together. So many things were jumbled in his head, he didn’t even know where to start. How did any of it happen? No, wait, what happened?

“What happened?” He voiced that aloud. He blinked, turning in his spot to see a man over him, shocked and confused. “Where am I?”

[blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn]

[ But oh,

my heart was flawed,

i knew my weakness

so hold my hand,

consign me not to darkness ]

[legends-and-savages]

@consigndarkness​ sent:  “ engine trouble? ” (For Quill from Taneleer)

BREAKING THE ICE PROMPTS.| Accepting

A soft sigh from him before he looked over.  “No.”  He said as his arms crossed over his chest.  Even rebuilt the Milano was still a touchy piece of equipment.  “Unless you know something I don’t know.”

[magaprima]

@consigndarkness for Danny

There was only one other time Lilith had ever sensed this sort of trapped power, the sense of something wanting to break free of the powerful bindings of a human body. And that had been when Mr Scratch had become the Dark Lord’s Acheron. Lucifer Morningstar’s power might have been contained, limited, but Lilith had always felt it, just bubbling beneath the surface, unable to break free of the flesh acheron, but pushing right at the edges regardless.

It was a similar sensation here. As mundane and human as the boy might appear to be, Lilith knew there was something else inside him, something extremely powerful...and ancient too. It was possible the power was even the boy himself, a self-contained acheron. 

She had come across him by pure chance, a simple...crossing of locations, and had expected to find nothing but mortals here, perhaps a few witches at most, but this.....this was something else entirely. 

“What’s your name?” Lilith asked, after she’d watched him curiously for a long moment. “That is, if you have one”

[vyrulent]

russian roulette || @consigndarkness​ ( vlad ) 

“You’re...you’re...like me.”

Lucy had never bore witness to a child vampire before -- and thought it quite barbaric that any vampire would turn a child. Even when she had been a weakling, newly born, and alone in the new life of vampirism, Lucy had never taken a child with intent to turn them into what she was. She merely took their blood and set them aside to be found by morning watchmen. 

“I’ve never met a child vampire before. That is what you are, yes?”

[omniishambles]

        VLADIMIR || @consigndarkness​         Liked for a starter !

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 He had already discovered Vladimir once, only to lose him in the mess that Van Helsing had created with her interference. It had been a shock to know that he had a son, a strange revelation that he couldn’t explain, especially as the boy had been born a vampire. It was a marvel. Some kind of dark miracle, perhaps.

 It was certainly the closest Dracula had ever gotten to creating another of his own kind, even if he didn’t know the reasons why. So far as he was aware, it had never happened again, or before.

 Still. Though the old world had given way to the modern world during Dracula’s sleep, he was pleased to see another little piece had survived. A piece of him. He had no idea what Vladimir had been doing during his absence, what had become of him, but he was intrigued to find out.

   “You’re still alive? Colour me impressed...”

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[imprvdente]

Showtime

@consigndarkness

When you’ve lived long enough, you learn to be unsurprised by Humans’ cruelty. Fish sincerely thought that she had seen it all. It had coated her heart with strange anger, distant yet burning. She had witnessed the best and the worst, she had lived through wars and liberations. Wasn’t it odd? This strange balance of horror and hope in the Universe. She did feel like she had nothing left to be horrified about. She felt like she had run out of tears to cry.  

Unfortunately, she was wrong.

She learned that on a very normal morning, as she was pouring herself a cup of tea. It had been an uneventful day thus far, and it all seemed like it was leading to more uneventfulness. It didn’t. The Door opened violently, and The Sister of Monsters rushed in the shop, visibly distressed.

The Sister had a real name once, but no one used it anymore. It had been washed away by times. As her title indicated, she protected and cared for all supernatural creatures. She understood them too, as they understood her. A strong bond tied them together, no matter the distance, no matter the dimensions. She could hear their cries of despair in her heart as if she was tuned to all their souls at once.

There were some customers you expected to see a lot. Once you knew of the Shop, the temptation to come back was strong and powerful. Very few resisted, no matter how much it cost them. But she was not such a client. She came rarely, and never for unimportant reasons. Therefore, as soon as she arrived, Fish knew something bad was happening.  

About this, she was right.

Now that she had arrived in front of the Circus, she felt The Sister’s misery in her flesh. It was exactly like she had described. A sad and grotesque replica of a regular Circus, an awful façade of despicable actions. They could put colorful tents everywhere, even call this a show, an entertainment, but the truth was too vile to be ignored. This was abuse, this was captivity and subjugation. She had the horror of staying for the show, for she had obtained tickets quite easily, and it seemed like the fastest way to get there.

As she was slowly walking down the corridors below the stage, she could not erase from her mind the things she had just witnessed. The anger she had contained after years of disenchantment came back rushing. It was like a storm, crushing her bones. It was a fracas of rage. The mission The Sister had given her was simple, to rescue the creatures. However, she had just decided to add a twist to it.

Whoever was responsible for this was going to die.