Is that Ferid in your profile pic? Who is the other character? 👀
Who is this ferid you are speaking of................ I know not of that horrid man!!!!!!
The people in my profile picture (drawn by the most incredible @lovelizards !!!) are my characters Grim and Mori from my story My Dear Old Friend, The Raven! Grim is the Grim Reaper, the living undead personification of Death himself, and Mori is just a little unfortunate deer slave who he saved because he thought they were so sweet (both in personality and taste) and who is Grim's current most beloved possession and obsession. They are just a little guy trying their best. They love it with him!! Just ask them!!
And I am offended you would liken my beautiful perfect entirely original evil man to another long white haired vampire guy who is evil and has his hair tied up in a bow and has sadistic tendencies and is a little bit (a lot) fucked up and is very powerful and beloved. By me. How dare you!!
................ So um. yes Grim was partly inspired by ferid absolutely have you seen him. I love ferid hes so awful and silly and beautiful and i haven't read the most recent chapters but it is safe to say i wish the manga was better :( still though ferid is beloved tier and a personal obsession of mine so ofc im gonna make a character based off of him (PARTLY! GRIM IS NOT LITERALLY FERID WITH A DIFFERENT PROFESSION! THEY JUST SHARE A SIMILAR LOOK AND THEY'RE BOTH VAMPIRIC AND EVIL!! THATS PRETTY MUCH IT)
Look at him.... Silly guy......... I hate you evil vampire man. .. who I love dearly...
Can you give us a little spoiler on how His Majesty feels like about Auden? 👉👈🥺
YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ UNFINISHED DIALOGUE. PROCEED KNOWING THAT THIS IS A WIP AND NOT THE FINAL PRODUCT.
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It cannot be helped. Leaning forward on his throne, the demon puts out an inviting hand, smiling at Auden encouragingly. — “Your feet have carried you this far, little one. Come, let me see you.”
Auden's feet move before he could tell them to. They bring him over, right over to where the two deities await him, and his knees buckle at the bottom of the staircase, where he crawls the rest of the way. Step by step, he soon drags his trembling body up to that hand — gentle, kind, waiting. Must be soft, and warm. He wants to touch it, needs to lay his head onto it. Has to, has to. It feels like a choice, but it equally doesn't. He needs to obey, and he wants to. Disobedience is not a thing that exists, and why would he not do as he was asked even if it did?
Those dark eyes scare him, but they are friendly. Like the Reaper's, must be like the Reaper's. There is safety in that dangerous glint. Auden is confused now, why he is so scared. He is terrified and mesmerised. It feels like his lungs are about to crawl out of his chest.
The demon’s thumb catches a tear, and then another. Auden has fallen boneless in his hold, not an ounce of defiance in him. Most angels are like this. — “There there. All better already. What a young little dove you have brought me, Grim. He could fall to pieces in my hand. Delicate as crystal-glass.”
“Small, isn't he?” — comes the Reaper’s voice from somewhere behind Auden. It sends a shiver down his spine, this leering ogling from both sides. His throat lets a whine slip.
The demon's gentle hush relaxes him into thoughtlessness. — “Indeed. A Guardian?”
Grim grins. — “No doubt about it.”
“How sweet. A vehement sense of duty you must have then, to have been chosen still despite your stature.”
Grim only laughs. A knowing, cruel cackle. — “As I have said. No doubt.”
“You like him?”
“Very much so. I find him hilarious." "You should ask him that same question; I wonder what he would tell you.”
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I think his majesty's first impression is a positive one! He is already being endeared to this pitiful little angel boy <3 Auden's charm is powerful he cannot stop having deities fawn over him he is so sad and pathetic 😔🫶
You find the opportunity to appear when Auden, Mori, His Majesty and Grim are all in the same room. The collective reaction to your question is as such:
...can we see the doctor again please. hello doctor how are you i miss you...
Deep beneath Home lies a cavernous labyrinth, an immeasurable catacomb where nothing but dread and terror can be found.
The servants always whisper about it like it's alive. The good ones anyway. The bad ones are well-acquainted with the embossed wallpaper lining the walls and the cracking echoes of the wailing they dampen.
The dungeon is also where the clinic is located, where the Doctor spends most of its days.
If you must bother it, have patience and fortune. Since it is such a busy creature, finding it is no easy feat. When it is not taking care of the servants who got themselves caught under the demon lord's gaze, then it is occupied by the progress of its experiments, or caught up with the fascination for something new. If not that, then it is out, looking for new inspiration, or paying a visit to a poor bastard that has no other choice but to lie under its blade. If not that still, then it is hiding away somewhere, cooped up in a corner with a book as thick as it is tall to analyse and memorise.
So, where is it now?
You find its shadowy-slim form bent over a desk in its office, deep in the heart of this maze. All manner of documents surround it; piles on piles of files in distressing disorder. The mess does not reach past the table, so perhaps the state of things is not always so dire.
In the midst of it all is a book with empty pages, given personality through the pen the Doctor holds. It uses careful strokes, fully engrossed in its anatomical work. You do not recognise what sort of creature it is immortalising from its insides alone, but you can more than well tell that the level of detail with which it illustrates each organ can only come from thorough up close observation of a real cadaver.
In your excitement at finally getting the chance to see it again, you blurt out your silly question without making yourself known first, and surprise it more than a little. Its hand slips, and the picture is ruined.
For a moment, in the pause following the scratch of the quill on paper, it sits frozen, staring at the page. Then it slowly raises its head. Those eyes are wild with fury, glowing yellow in the candlelight, but unable to find you.
This fact does not stop its demand from entering your mind like a thousand razorblades.
"Who."
You grow dizzy from the intensity of its 'voice'. It's not something most have the displeasure to experience; to have a second consciousness enter the mind at will and communicate that way. The word appears without your consent and doesn't disappear despite the pressure it builds behind your eyes.
You apologise for startling it, and guide its eyes to your ethereal form, explaining that this is the only way you can exist here. Its head tilts as it watches the ripples in space where you stand. If it weren't so annoyed already, it may have found your existence an intriguing phenomenon. As it stands however, it only huffs, ears twitching. It seems to have already made up its mind about you.
"Spirits haunting the lower levels... One of mine or one of his? Surely mine. Is that why you're here?"
Spirits? — "No, no," — you explain, — "not a spirit, just a visitor!" — The doctor doesn't seem to care about what you have to say.
"Death is not something I can cure. But you..." — It stands abruptly, its claws curling into the ruined drawing and tearing it from the journal as he does. — "You better pray that I cannot figure out a way to strangle you to death a second time."
A hurricane would have passed through you gentler than it does, ignoring your very existence and slamming the door behind itself. As it storms down the hall, you hear its voice fade.
"Cannot fucking believe this."
It probably went off to distract itself with a patient. Or to talk to His Majesty about the ghost problem again. Either way, you never quite managed to tell it all that you meant to.
