#limitcurse

[particlecreator]

Plotted Starter for @limitcurse

Eve was sitting in the room near the fireplace as she shivered underneath the layers of blankets she was wearing. The American woman had been in the process of traveling to the base of the mountain, trying to make it to the village before the weather took a turn for the worse. It was raining heavily when she had gotten lost before stumbling upon a temple. She could understand Japanese very well from taking an interest in learning the language in her spare time, but speaking it was very difficult, though. Her Japanese was very broken, almost like a toddler trying to speak, but thankfully, she had a dictionary to help pronounce some words.

The ginger asked for some shelter from the storm and was brought to a small room with a futon. Drying herself off and changing out of the western-style clothing into something clean and dry, she felt more relaxed. It was a casual yellow and green dress that had a ribbon around the waist. Her copper hair was slightly curly from the dampness of the weather, so she pinned it up in a messy bun. After settling in a few hours later, the thunderstorm was still ongoing before she heard a knock at the sliding door. A woman in a plain white kimono spoke about being summoned by their Founder. Her green eyes widened as she figured it must have been the person in charge of the temple. Nodding her head, she stood up, allowing the blankets to fall to the ground.

Silently, she walked in the long hallways before being brought into a room filled with cushions. Stepping inside, the other woman led her towards a small red cushion on the ground before a raised area. It was currently empty, but the American could tell it was meant for someone to sit on. It was almost like a sofa filled with cushions, but the other quickly left without saying a single word. Chewing her lip nervously, Samantha tried to remain calm as she was nervous about making a good impression on the Founder. If he disliked her, then he might throw her out in the rainstorm. The drops pattered against the tile and roof of the temple as the room was silent.

Shifting her legs on the cushion, she was trying to get comfortable after kneeling. Footsteps filled the room, which caused her to straighten her spine quickly to look in the direction of the noise. Her loose strands of hair pounced from the movement of whipping her head around, as her emerald eyes widened in shock. She was expecting the person in charge of the temple to be elderly, not someone so young. Her gaze remained fixed on the male, observing him silently, not sure what she should do.

[demcnsden]

-Continued from here- @limitcurse

The demoness smirked up at the older demon as she walked through the temple, taking a seat before the bean bag cushion throne. It had been a few decades since she had last come to visit, and Gyutaro did not want to deal with Upper Two, so he was staying inside with his sister, resting. Daki was aware of the hairpin collection he had and would always bring him some, but this time, she had a greater present after learning to control her blood demon art better. “Ah, Doma-sama, I’m so happy to see you in good health, but I brought you something better than just oiran hairpins.” The ravenette was kneeling when her pink obi suddenly came to life around her like spider legs to reveal what she had brought. There were a total of six obi pieces where each of which revealed beautiful oirans safely being stored for a fresh meal at any point.

To show her gratitude and respect to the Upper Moon, she brought him six of the most beautiful oirans from the Entertainment District. She was tempted to devour them for herself; however, she had recently been able to consume a hashira’s heart, which made her stronger now. It would not be long before the siblings were planning on challenging the current Upper Moon 6 for their position. After being reborn, they were determined to prove their worth and become stronger, so it was not long before they were able to join the Twelve Kizuki, taking the spot of Lower Moon 1.

The purpose of the visit was to help get his support in challenging for an Upper Moon ranking duel. “Fresh hairpins that you can collect for yourself.” The women were still fully dressed up like dolls in their fancy kimonos and jewelry, as she was going to allow him to collect the various hairpins for himself. “When you're ready, just let me know and I’ll leave them in the room you would like them in. However, that was not the main purpose of the visit.”

[ofamess]

" Clearly, you belong to me. " Oh, look, its Akaza being Akaza about Demon!Ren. As usual.

A  laugh  came  from  his  chest  as  he  looked  at  the  other.  The  male  crossed  his  arms  over  his  chest  as  he  stared  over  at  him.  The  way  the  other  wanted  to  own  him  was  ---  amusing,  and  yet,  there  was  a  slight  smirk.  "  I  don't  think  I  do~!  I  don't  have  any  markings  that  state  I  am."

belong to me || accepting @limitcurse

[whirling-fangs]

@limitcurse || cont.

❝ it makes perfect sense , but i suppose a boar wouldn't understand it . ❞ doma clearly teases the matter of the other's mask , as if he's not wearing one of his own as his fangs glint in his fake , delirious smile . he was never much of a serious personality , especially not when he turned into a demon , and even more so when he acclimated to his position among the upper ranks . this conversation was a waste of time , but what was doma if not an entertainer , a charade , a conman at heart ? well , other than an empty soul . ❝ you could have just as easily been a demon as a boar . had you not been tossed off a cliff . . . but i don't take it personally , your mother was simply afraid of what i'd end up doing with you . humans fear what they don't understand . just like animals . ❞

For a second, Inosuke was about to commend the demon for his perceptive eyes. He was a boar, and the hide he wore was the proud testimony to his identity. He knew no other mother than the boar who had protected him, until he could fend for himself.

He remembered no one else. It was her warmth, her courage that had kept him alive, when he was so different from the rest of the boarlets. He owed his survival to her, and her alone.

Right?

"SHUT UP! I have no human mother! You're thinking of someone else!"

It was easier to refute it all. This demon was spouting nothing but nonsense, merely prolonging this little conversation for his own sick amusement, like a cat would play with a mouse before breaking its neck with one chomp of its maws.

"Demons don't have families. What would a scumbag like you even do with a human baby? It's not like you would raise it! You don't care about humans!"

[demcnsden]

Plotted starter for @limitcurse

The woman gasped as she sat up after lying on the ground, her hands wrapping around her throat. It felt dry; a thirst lingered as she tried swallowing down anything to see if it would go away. Blinking her deep purple eyes landed on the male standing before her, with limbs littered around them. Her mouth was drooling as she could smell the scent of blood in the air; it was sweet, like a siren calling out to her. However, she remained on the ground staring at the older demon. Upper Two, Doma.

Hinatsuru knew exactly who the other one was, her superior, even though she was reborn, losing all memories from when she was human, new knowledge flowed through her. Her fingers twitched around her throat as her claws were digging into her flesh, causing blood to drip down them. Her horns curled around her head like a crown, as her wings fluttered softly on the ground like a baby chick. The woman was hungry and craved to sink her fangs into the tender corpses that lay before her. It was no longer fresh, but her stomach growled loudly. Slowly releasing her grip from her throat, she placed them on the ground, staring as she swallowed down the saliva in her mouth.

The demoness only stared, not sure what to say, as a name was echoing in her mind. Hina. Was that her name, or would she be granted a new one now? Finally, after a couple more moments, she spoke softly, "Upper Two..." Her voice was beautiful and enchanting like a songbird as her wings twitched, as she was a little nervous around the other. She was doing her best to be respectful. Her clothing was torn apart and covered in blood from the wounds that would have killed a human, but now there was no trace.

Parroting a smile, her fangs were showing in a friendly manner, mocking his own facial gesture. Compared to many other newly born demons, she had not lost her mind due to the ravaging hunger. Most devoured and gored themselves until they would return to their senses. Hinatsuru was different, but how much longer she would keep her control was unknown if she did not eat soon.

[kyokokukamusarii]

So who's the older twin?

Younger twin: we're twins it doesn't matter

Older twin: I am.

@limitcurse

[cursesavior]

✉ @limitcurse said: “Sometimes they smile. Dead people…. Not really. It’s just the facial muscles tightening. But if you look too long… it feels like they know something.” From Shoko!

Suguru grimaces slightly, but he thinks he knows what she's talking about - he's seen more corpses than he could count, after all, victims of curses left to rot in abandoned buildings, varying states of decay - sometimes unrecognizable, sometimes just rigid and pale and uncanny. It's an unpleasant sight, but he always makes it a point to look, to see if he can identify them in some way - they were human beings, after all. Someone should remember them, especially when they'd died in such a horrible way, scared and alone... And sometimes, every once in a while, he thinks he sees a faint smile on their pallid expressions. He thought it was his mind playing tricks on him, but perhaps it was more real than he thought.

"It's a part of rigor mortis, right?" He hums - he's heard her talk about this before, with her nose still shoved in one of her medical textbooks. "Well, who knows. Maybe they do know something that we don't - it's not like we can ask them. I guess we won't find out until we're the dead ones." Not a pleasant thought, but given they're sorcerers, well... Chances are their end will come for them sooner rather than later, regardless of how strong they are. He tries not to think about it too much.