#freedomloss

[nekroculler]

@freedomloss from x

This had to be another figment of his imagination. He was sure he hadn’t been split into two in the last hour, but he couldn’t say he didn’t make a conscious effort to not do it either. For now however, he wasn't alarmed.

This Hector was bit more rugged, stood taller, maybe even a bit older. There was color in his face. He looked alive. He looked human.

"Yes." He replied honestly. The harsh tone was ignored. He did terrible things and he certainly got out what he put in. There was no self pity here.

"Are you a bad person?" It was a loaded question, but he was curious as to where else they differed. 

[abominamentii-blog]

freedomloss a réagi à votre billet : REPLETE. pet that huge eldritch intergalactic cat....

reaches my hands out

GIVE !!!! HIM !!! A !!! PAT !!!

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“You have a very... interesting dog,” Hel said, looking less at Hector and more at the partially decomposed dog by her feet. “Do they feel pain?” As she asked, she was leaning down, offering her hand to the dog to sniff. 

[nekroculler]

💕 lets see how deep the self loathing goes

Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are: Accepting

“It is the 1400s. We focus on self love in this goddamn house!”

[nekroculler]

@freedomloss from X

“Hm. Why is that? What makes him different than the rest of your devils? Other than the power.”

[nekroculler]

freedomloss replied to your post: I was gonna make a post about his eyes, but like,...

hectors eyes are the prettiest thing about him i love his eyes,

Its canon that he’s just pretty as fuck prettiest fucking eyes ugh

[nekroculler]

@freedomloss from x

“Am I that obvious?”

He listened intently, focused. They were so different with so many shared paths. Two parents, father was an alchemist, they were both terrible people. A part of him hoped between the two of them, the other would’ve had it easier. Maybe that was part of being who they were, cursed to live through it and scarred heavily from it.

Hector looked away, taking in the light that warmed his very core. A rare calm day.

“My father was alchemist as well, but my mother was a huntress. A Trapper. Long nights and early mornings between them left me the middle of the day to wreck havoc.” The time alone was of his fondest memories. Exploring the undergrowth and making a few friends along the way.

“Same location of the town, but my family was rather liked. Perhaps just for their wealth.” He held his arms at his elbows casually, “No one was innocent there. Its a cesspool of evil last I heard.”

Hector looked toward his semi-mirror image, “Do you have any good memories of that time in your life?”

[nekroculler]

" what's this? " he leans close, peering at julius where the wyvern coils around his double's shoulders. not a devil. something that looks like one, but -- " a holy beast? "

The holy beast in kind has to do a double take, confused about not knowing about this twin.

“He’s part of a bit of a long story.” Hector started as he allowed the beast to slither out closer to his mirror image, getting a few sniffs of him.

“Truth be told I had your creatures in mind when I was forging. Innocent Devils. Though he came out far more innocent--”

Julius lunged forward, snapping his fangs painfully around the other’s nose. Hector was just as quick to try and pry him off.

“Julius! He’s fine!”