#murderreign

[harpershigh]

Thankfully I have cougar shape shifter privileges to fuck @silvertiefling in werewolf form. The rest of y'all suffer from skill issue.

[bloodtwin]

❝ ⸻  Guess  who  just  got  his  head  crushed  like  a  melon  in the jaws of some wretched beast for  fun  .  .  .  ❞

[demonwebs]

cont. / @murderreign

"You'd like our kid more than me?" The whiny, dejected tone of his voice just serves to prove Serkan's point.

[demonwebs-a]

he said happy halloween, i'm gonna eat you now. @murderreign

[accultant]

☂ (Rip Serkan, you will not be missed)

☂ - An entry about a time your muse annoyed mine.

do these meatheads have no sense of balance no common sense no idea how this place manages to run. i expect sacrifices and slaughters of course i do of course im not so ridiculous to hope for to expect anything else. im squeamish but im not a child anymore im in no denial of where i am of the wretchedness of this place of how much blood i see every day every single fuckingday its everywhere ican smell it now even after ive cleaned my office just yesterday i see it everywhere i look everyw but i do not think it is too much to ask for the SMALLEST bit of restraint. a BALANCE. to request my siblings ask for TITHES AND OFFERINGS not just for BLOOD. not that i have actually asked this yet im still afraid to speak to serkan alone hes never been too interested in me and i dont want to attract his ire now but bhaal below the murder sprees are going to make my hair fall out. serkan is happy to please bhaal in plenty of creative goreish ways but this temple will be nothing but a hole in the ground if we have little more than severed hands and half-gnawed brains in our coffers !! a cult still has bills to pay!!!! if we kill every follower we will have no one left to empty the pockets of and serkan and puck will surely be sad to find there is no one around to fawn over them so. but that must seem like an impossible concept in the face of the sweet sweet call of BLOOD i guess. i am beginning to think he's convinced he's the leader of a butcher shop rather than a proper cult there's a joke here i could make about butcher shops and cannibalism and the eating habits of my brethren but i am too tired to think one up and i still have a mile high pile that kind of rhymes haha of receipts to sort through tonight. how the hells we are going to afford the repairs for the main altar i have no fucking idea maybe i can tear off one of those horns of his and sell it as a trophy to one of his fans-

[calamitism]

@murderreign: ( cont. from here )

He's... calmer than she expects. Okay then. Yeah! She didn't mess up too badly!

"Mhm! That," The child nods her head as she begins to lead the two of them back towards her side of the room. "I was working on my... disemboweling?" She hopes she said that right. "Annnd it got stuck in the intestines. They're too slippery to find anything inside!"

Pouting, Kore kneels down beside the open corpse--a young dragonborn. No wonder she'd been struggling so hard to crack them open! With scales like that protecting them.

"See?"

[rosawept-m]

.: x :.

  "Nothing stopped me, he splattered to the ground with fewer organs than he tripped with. Very tragic accident." Aanrietta sighed as the back of her hand met her forehead in a dramatic flourish. "So young, so full of life! Yet so rude! Strange that his tongue was missing too..."

       A cruel laugh passed through the woman's darkly painted lips before she could stop herself. A shocked expression settled upon her features. Seemingly normal - if not unusual - golden eyes gazed into the captivating white ones of the creature before her. For only a breath of a moment the woman held the façade. Like the flickering of a candle, a wicked smile formed on previously parted lips as shock gave way to the cruelty and madness beneath.

       The gold around her eyes bled black, consuming the whites of her eyes, the pupils morphed from the mundane round to that of a serpent. 

       “It is so lovely to meet someone who thinks the same way. So refreshing. Unless of course it is all for show?”

@murderreign

[critcast]

closed starter for @murderreign !!

The forest was eerily quiet as Seraphina sat near the flickering campfire, the flames casting dancing shadows across her pale face. The night was cool, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine. Her silvery white hair, still tangled from the chaos of the nautiloid crash, framed her sharp features as she stared into the fire, lost in thought. She could feel Malphas’s presence, a constant whisper at the edge of her mind, but tonight he was quieter than usual, as if even the demon was uncertain about this new situation.

Seraphina glanced across the fire at Serkan, the man she had barely known for a few hours but who now seemed to be her only companion in this strange and hostile world. His presence was unsettling, to say the least—there was a raw, violent energy about him, something she couldn’t quite place but had felt keenly through their brief connection via the tadpoles. The visions had been disjointed, filled with blood and violence, flashes of carnage that she had no context for. It was clear that Serkan was dangerous, but he was also an enigma. The lack of memory he claimed to have only added to her wariness.

The fire crackled, sending a spray of embers into the night air. Seraphina wrapped her dark robes tighter around herself, the symbols on them seeming to pulse faintly in the firelight. She wasn’t used to this kind of company—most people stayed far away from her, either out of fear or respect for her powers. But Serkan was different. They were bound together by more than just circumstance; the tadpoles inside them linked them in ways she couldn’t fully understand yet. And that made him more than just another dangerous stranger. It made him necessary.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Seraphina finally spoke, her voice soft but carrying an unmistakable edge. “You don’t remember anything about your past,” she said, not as a question, but as an observation. Her eyes met his, searching for any sign of deception or even the smallest flicker of recognition. “Yet the violence… the blood… it’s not something that’s just… forgotten. It’s ingrained in you, like it is in me.”

She paused, her gaze turning back to the fire, watching as it licked hungrily at the logs. “Do you ever wonder, Serkan,” she continued, her tone more introspective, “if these tadpoles are more than just parasites? If they’re not only feeding on our minds, but on our darkest memories, our most primal instincts… like some kind of… twisted mirror?” She looked back at him, her crimson eye gleaming with a mix of curiosity and caution.

“We need answers. But until we find them, we need to survive. And to survive, we need to trust each other… at least enough to get through this.”

Seraphina fell silent again, the weight of her words hanging in the air between them. It was the most she had spoken since their escape from the nautiloid, and it felt strange to be so open, even if only a little. But in this uncertain world, she knew they couldn’t afford to be anything less than honest, even if the honesty was tinged with the darkness of their shared circumstances.

She kept her gaze on Serkan, waiting to see how he would respond, if he would meet her halfway in this fragile alliance. The night was long, and the fire was warm, but Seraphina knew that the real test would come with the dawn. And with the inevitable stirring of Malphas.