┄┄ OH MY, IS THAT [ CRUELLA DE VIL ] I SEE? NO, PARDON ME — IT’S [ HIMURA AKKI ] NOW, ISN’T IT. HAVE YOU HEARD THEY’RE NOW LIVING IN [ OLYMPUS TOWERS ] AND WORKING AS [ OWNER OF HOUSE OF DE VIL ] ?
WHY DON’T WE GREET THEM, FOR OLD TIMES’ SAKE ? AND SEE IF THEY FOUND THEIR HAPPILY EVER AFTER, AFTER ALL . . .
→ THE HOMELANDS
monster, they say: evil. they spit it in your face and you spit it right back, lips stained red, grin bloody and raw. fur is all you want, and if you can only get it by wearing the coat of a monster, then so be it: a monster you’ll become.
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in that world, you are an heiress. a rich father and an absent mother does not a princess make, so you buy a tiara and craft a stole from the rabbits in the yard, and coronate yourself.
greedy, they say, when they think your ears can’t hear them, whispers behind manicured hands, jewelled with rings that don’t cost nearly as much as yours. you la it up; greedy is as greedy does, and you only want more, more, more.
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never before have you desired anything more than the litter of them, one hundred and one wriggling bodies, skin ready to shed onto your sewing machine. you know you must have them - must wear them - consume them in the only way you know how.
when the opportunity arises, you seize it. the snake does not think before it strikes, and neither do you. you are a demon, a she-devil, and you take what you deserve.
–
but even snakes sometimes fall short of their mark. the opportunity is lost. the writhing bodies that once permeated your deepest fantasies have wriggled out of your grasp, and you are defamed, dethroned, outcast.
but you have the last laugh —you always do— as you watch the adversary claim and conquer all those who once scorned you. and when you flee, you swear the same fate on all those who dared forget your name.
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bitch. they hiss: devil. they spit it in your face and your stare meets them right back.
→ DONGHWA
monster, they say: evil. they spit it in your face and you spit it right back, lips stained red, grin bloody and raw. flesh is all you want, and if you can only get it by wearing the skin of a monster, then so be it: a monster you’ll become.
(—some things never change, do they?—)
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in this world, you are a woman, far more cunning than before. you’ve learned from your mistakes, burned your bridges, grown. you are smarter and crueler than ever before, and you intend to prove it.
you excel in every aspect of life you previously failed in, using the centuries without change to your advantage until you are higher and more powerful than you ever could have imagined. the world is your oyster, and the pearls around your neck are human teeth.
–
you find that your fantasies have changed between worlds; no longer do furs permeate into your dreams. instead, your fantasies have turned darker, to fields of bone and sinew, your body painted red with rotten flesh.
your desires are visceral, so much stronger than they ever were before, and you find your bloodlust crashing over you in waves, verging on uncontrollable. you use this to your advantage. you become more bloodthirsty and ruthless than ever before. you bite and claw your way to the top, leaving bloody paw-prints in your wake.
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you take what you want and you make it. you build your empire on bones and fur and sweat and blood and you become more, more, more.
where you failed before, now you rise, a queen from the ashes, a god amongst the living. the world comes to know your name, and they fear it. they cower and hide when your shadow turns the corner and you lap it up, blood-red lips pulled into a fearsome smile.
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bitch. they hiss: devil. but their whispers are from behind your back; they don’t dare meet your face anymore. you grin and it is hell. yes, you think. now i am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
→ GLAMOUR
she strictly purchases her glamour from frau totenkinder using money from her inheritance as well as the money laundered through her investments in the 101 gang. on occasion she seeks to trade glamour for one-of-a-kind articles of clothing she creates in her shop. should her glamour fail, she begins to change both physically and mentally – she experiences waves of uncontrollable violence, and the desire for bloodshed. additionally, her hair will begin to whiten on one half of her head, her skin turning pallid and her eyes wild.