#marlonmajesty

[ccrdinal-blog]

LE ROI BLEU, VIVAT, KARCHESS REX: @marlonmajesty​

     “Absolutely. This is no place for the faint of heart.”

     The faint of heart meet their ends here; hell is a revolting, scorching      miasma of sin, depravity, immorality and worst of all, punishment. The      worlds of the great heavens had mixed with the lowest of hells, thus he      was able to speak with none other than the GREAT woman who fooled      the nation of Marlon. A king, a king: she has the body of a FEEBLE      woman, yet she has the heart and the stomach of a KING. They crown her      and she reigns -- this is the great hero of her day.

     Quietly, Seth Twiright turns around to incline his head as a gesture of       acknowledgment; he sees her and he knows that she is there. The boy      who is to save all has made his journey, and he is the DEVIL, talking      politely to the blue-haired woman.

     “Greetings, King Karchess.”

[ccrdinal-blog]

@marlonmajesty

   “The Goddess has absolved you of your sins. You may go in peace.”

That’s what he says, but he’s starting to think that the woman at the confessional seems a bit too rebellious. Every little thing she confesses seemed to rattle Seth over - he’s talking to someone who clearly didn’t get her way most of the time.

[withtheroleofagardener]

[Grave Harvest] Reaper is staring at him as he works. At least she doesn't have her scythe out, but the neutralness of her expression can be a bit disturbing.

“.....What? Is there something that you want?" Don't stare at him like that. He doesn't like it.

[praefaciou-blog]

Kachessa has sent a Nativity gift of high-quality paints (in case he's run out), some varying canvases, food and some new clothing. Most spoiled grandson, clearly--

     “You really didn’t have to do all this…”

[rotten-apostate-mansion]

[Cannibal's Sword] It's a bit late, but Kachessa has brought a Nativity gift to Banica. It's only partly something to eat--Kachessa had actually spent the night cooking, and does look tired as a result. Who or what it is is barely recognizable, but at least it's not /burned./ Just not /pretty./ The other part is a bunch of seeds imported from Marlon and from her home in Asmodean, and some new gardening tools.

Late isn’t very good, but getting something still is. Especially when it’s something that smells as tasty as this does. And it’s even better because it tastes even better than it smells~

“This is really very good~”

The rest of the stuff, she has glanced over, and is also appreciative of, but the food takes priority. She can further examine the rest of the gifts later.

[rotten-apostate-mansion]

There's a young Kachessa who's apparently gotten lost outside. And she's knocking on the door, seeking shelter. This will clearly go okay.

Well isn’t she lucky that it’s the childish twins that answer the door, rather than the cannibal?

“You’re not a messenger.”

“Who are you?”

They don’t like her hair. Maybe they’ll cut it off later to make her look less repulsive. And while they’re at it they might just cut off everything of hers~ Like her little arms and legs and insides~

[rotten-apostate-mansion]

Chessa's been a virtual prisoner for awhile here. Maybe because of her blue hair, maybe because Conchita wasn't comfortable with depriving a child of a parent knowingly, who knows. But either way, she's been here awhile. And something about the twins had finally caused something ancient and buried and rusty and normally out of reach to creak awake. And today, her head is killing her as she looks on those twins warily. Some part of her remembers them. And it shows in how she acts. ((IDK))

They haven’t been very happy with having to keep this demon alive. But it was something their master wanted, so they had no choice but to obey. They hadn’t even been allowed to keep her chained up in the basement. Something about her still being more of a guest than a prisoner, even if she was being kept here under the threat of being devoured if she didn’t go along with what their mistress wanted.

They were determined to see her slip up and end up their master’s next meal, so they stuck to their “guest” like sap whenever they weren’t busy with their chores, and would have done so even if their Lord Banica hadn’t told them to keep an eye on her, messing her up wherever it wouldn’t become detrimental for their master.

“What?”

“What do you want?”

“Are you going to give yourself up to our master now?”

[daemonsuperbiae]

Chessa has managed to somehow find one of the mirrors, and is looking it over. "Lovely craftsmanship."

“Isn’t it, darling?” Lucifer’s voice echoes throughout the room. Or perhaps just in her head. It’s not exactly easy to tell. 

He won’t show himself quite yet, only tease the girl with his voice. Isn’t she already claimed by Seth, though...? Oh well. Finally someone is actually using the Mirrors instead of locking them up in a room somewhere as “treasure”. It’s been, what, roughly a century? Jeez.