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His eyes droop with sleeplessness, and the gold is tarnished with the red from many hours of crying. His hands come up to touch Lewis' chest hands forming a circle around the locket spot, pressing up like the fear of reverence was gone. "You're... back..." Étriqué murmurs faintly, lightly, his face contorting like it wanted to smile again but the spirit was gone. "My... Order fell apart. Many... joined you, in oblivion. We are, no more." A stray tear falls over, grief and anguish so powerful.

Lewis said nothing as he listened to Étriqué speak, the malevolent spirit simply…

Stunned silent.

He felt sick, very, very sick.

He instinctively grabbed for his locket, tucking it away in his body, not due to Étriqué’s actions at all, simply out of fear, the deluge of guilt in his mind causing him so much pain, a deep, unfathomable fear awakening in him, the fear that his heart might…get damaged again, some new crack appear, some new injury done to this, his new heart, his last chance…

He pulled Étriqué into another embrace, his voice calling out, not echoing in that ghastly tone he normally had, just screaming out into the room on its own strength:

“I’m sorry, oh my god I’m so sorry!”

Not only had his worshiper had been hurt by his actions, but others in his order as well…more blood on his hands, more innocents claimed by the monstrosity of his existence, more blood to atone for, more debt, more burdens he would have to bear on his quest for redemption…

In the meantime, however, all he felt was pain.

“I’m such a monster, I hurt you and everyone else…I’m so sorry Étriqué, I…”

He trailed off, just…lost in his own thoughts, his heart slamming inside his chest.

More blood, more debt, more innocent lives lost…

#etriqueanon #tqmalevolentlewis #((mmmmm I love the smell of angst in the afternoon))#((yes))#((jeez this is getting intense))#((all this bonding))#((all this emotion))

The question catches him, and he bounces his head to eagerly nod and keep himself grounded. "Thank you, Great one." And with that, he smooths his fingers over the bridge of his nose, kisses the tips of his fingers and presses it to his chest, where Mal's heart would sit. "We seek out organizations of evil and help them come to their senses. We find those who are trapped or sealed away and bring them their freedom." Étriqué murmurs softly, dressing the ring over his copper skin and clings tightly

Lewis tilted his head at his worshiper's gestures, but quickly found his words much more interesting...

Seeking out evil things, righting them, and freeing them from imprisonment, huh? Had Etrique told him of this a few weeks ago, he might have scoffed, might have threatened him for even insinuating that he needed any kind of return to his senses, that there was anything evil about him...the evil spirit's heart thudded. Recently he had been awoken to his senses, reminded of the blood on his hands, a new internal battle for him to fight, this time between bloodlust and agony, on top of the all-consuming battle with past and present in his head...

"A noble cause indeed, Etrique. You pursue a valiant quest, bringing good and freedom to things of evil, things trapped..."

Likeme.

He didn't say it, but he thought it. Thought it and it rattled in his head like an omen, rattled like wood chimes in the wind, echoing and growing stronger as his heart thudded again, painful memories surfacing, the ghoul clutching at his chest a little as his heart shook.

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Too much credit? Étriqué was partially confused, peering over his admired one's actions with incredulity. The Mighty One.... thanked him? He can barely keep his hand still enough to accept the returned ring, and there's a sob that leaves his throat from the emotions crashing through him. This god among men, thanked a peon like he? Gave a token of ownership? He could barely keep himself up. A humble god, indeed. "Blessed be, oh blessed me, thank you Great One." He's barely put together from that

Lewis couldn’t help but chuckle at his worshiper’s shaking thank-you: the novelty of having someone actually thinking of him as god-like, serving him, being loyal to him completely, Hell, even thanking him when his life went good for him or things went better than suspected like he was some sort of omnipresent being watching over him…well, if Étriqué was looking or believed he had Lewis’ goodwill, he certainly had it now.

“As always, Étriqué, you’ve done good work. Now, what was it that you and your brothers and sisters were up to that kept you away for so long, if you don’t mind my asking?”

#etriqueanon #tqmalevolentlewis #((Mallew went from YES STROKE MY EGO THIS IS AWESOME))#((to MY PRECIOUS LITTLE WORSHIPER PROTECT THE BAE))#((good gosh there's still some dorky alive lewis in him somewhere))

He's eager to watch each gift be accepted, thankful and trembling with joy that each one was acceptable. His dull bronze eyes jump up to look into his saviour's face, again wide and awed from their proximity."I have been called away by my brothers and sisters, and these are tokens of payment for my work. I wish to give them to you, as thanks for the luck you have given me in my trying times." his soft voice barely carries, but he tucks his feet beneath himself to sit piously before Mal once more

…this guy had been working hard this whole time, and had just given all of his meager payment to him for some sort of perceived goodwill and luck he’d conferred onto him? Lewis couldn’t stand for that: sure, he loved Étriqué’s praise of him and the attention he gave, but he couldn’t have him not getting anything for all that work.

It just wasn’t right.

“Étriqué, I thank you for these gifts, but I believe that you’ve perhaps given too much credit unto me…”

The evil ghost reached back into his pocket, withdrawing the alouette ring, and placed it in his worshiper’s hand, gently closing the man’s fingers around it as he smiled, continuing:

“…you have worked hard, and it wouldn’t be right for me to take all the spoils of your labor. Consider this ring a sign of our bond, and of your good work…after all, a-…”

Could he really go on and call himself a “god” or whatever? No: even his vanity was not that strong…

“…a being like me is nothing without his supporters, Étriqué dear.”

#etriqueanon #tqmalevolentlewis #((oh my goodness lookit Mallew curbing his vanity and being nice))#((dawwwww how nice))#((also was that cassette tape Awesome Mix from Guardians of the Galaxy?))#((Because if it is i will be so happy))#((ive been trying to find those physical copies of it for a month))#((i have a cassette player in my car and i waaaaaant it))

He's completely taken off guard, embraced into the arms of the one he worshipped, and Étriqué is nearly moved to tears. A-Ah, praise be..! "I-I have returned with tokens, O Great One..." He hurries to murmur, drawing in his strength to draw back enough to bring up the satchel, and offers it forward. Inside can be found a worn cassette with nine labeled tracks, a hand carved wooden ring with an alouette, and a rosary looking necklace with a hanging jade stone for a cross. "I... have returned."

Lewis felt his heart thump a few times, happy to see his worshiper again, a slight head-tilt coming from the spirit as the man moved back, bringing him…presents? Oh, he liked that, a warm smile crossing his face.

He released his worshiper, rifling through the satchel…a cassette? Shoot, he wasn’t sure he had a tape player lying around…he might have to steal or find one…the ring was gorgeous, and he quickly pocketed it, resolving to maybe shift his form slightly to allow him to wear it on his hand without risking it phasing through him or catching on fire if he had one of his outbursts…

…the rosary, on the other hand made his eyes widen for a second, a memory roaring to life in his mind:

—

Church windows, wide, tall, and vast to his young mind, light filtered into the room in bright colors by stained glass, sitting on his mother’s lap, his father’s eyes locked on the man standing in front of the tallest, most beautiful window, songs, and words he didn’t quite understand, the light, the colors, the grandiose scale of everything sticking in the young boy’s mind…

—

“These are lovely, Étriqué, thank you.”

Happy ghost noises, a smile crossing his face as he turned back to his worshiper.

“Where have you been? Getting these? Or doing other stuff too? Are you alright? Jeez, I’ve missed you…”

#etriqueanon #tqmalevolentlewis #((ohhhhh Mallew loves presents))#((and yea Lewis' parents were Christians #((havent decided what denomination))#((still fleshing them out a bit))

((Étriqué anon here. Was my message eaten by chance? I feel terrible pestering you like this, but I wish to be sure;;;; ))

((Honey, do not feel terrible at all: I love RPing with you and I haven’t seen any new messages from you since answering the last one, so I’m going to assume that the vast, terrifying monster that is Tumblr consumed it. *smooches you* stay beautiful you lovely anon you.))

#etriqueanon #muntalk #((precious one))#((both to mun and to mallew))

It has been some time since Étriqué has visited his lord, and his robes show much wear and use. The folds are stiff with salt and dust, but his steps are determined, bringing forth a small sachet with a few little things tucked inside. Upon finding their lord drop heavy to their knees, not for an instant flinching from the pain before they bow their head. "O Great One... I return with tribute to your grand name..."

The sudden presence in the room suprised Lewis, but as he heard the being slump to the their knees, that familiar voice calling out to him, echoing through the space, his disdain turned to excitement and joy. Etrique was back.

"Etrique!Oh my goodness how are you?!"

Lewis was already on his knees, pulling his worshiper into his arms and embracing him, his heart ringing loudly inside his hollow chest.

"God, I've missed you, my little worshiper..."

#tqmobileblogging #etriqueanon #tqmalevolentlewis #((OH MY GOSH THE BAE HAS RETURNED))#((MALLEW IS SO HAPPY AND SO AM I))#((HELLO DEAR! :D))

((Yo, Etrique and Alpaca-anon, eheh, how to put this...I think I lost your asks. Frick. My utmost apologies...can you resend them? Or, as always, if you want to drop those threads and start new interactions that’s always cool with me too, dears. Sorry again for being an idiot and losing them. Fuck. Shit. Dammit.))

#etriqueanon #alpacaanon #muntalk #mun is a lazy klutz #although Tumblr mightve eaten them too...#idk man all i know is that i cant find them #shit