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[whiiteface]

Réimse eile

@dreamingdreamingmary

    YOU WERE CERTAIN THAT the door before you was not there before. Your attention held elsewhere, the appearance of that room was eerie and...strange. Who else could control her dream but young Mary, after all? Yet...there was an almost sinister feeling just even being near that wooden door.

   Beneath it however, was a pitch black room, where there as only a Noose and a stool. Yet, there was a chilling presence that could be felt behind you. A hand gently reached over to your shoulder, cold to the touch and ever so foreign...

  And when you turn around, you were greeted by an unfamiliar face. “Hello there! I’m lost...do you know by chance where the exit is?”

[kingsworn-blog]

𝕬 𝕲𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗

@tiny-powderpuff-queen

     THERE WAS A SAYING AMONG European vampires: guest and prisoner was the same to someone like Lest Karr. Month after the disastrous Nagoya ambush, both sides geared up for a war on a scale unlike anything before. To the vampires, many had still to decide on Krul Tepes’ fate. Of course to trifle with the Seraph of the End was an offense punishable by death, but Lest Karr took his time, to say. And with his ‘generosity’ invited her to his residence as a guest.

    “Is something the matter, Krul? Drink your fill. It is bad manners to stare at your glass like that.” That was a lie. He purposefully served her no blood, even after she was made to thirst as prelude to her interrogation. Yet, surrounded by other Progenitors, Lest Karr remained cordial as ever.

[kingsworn-blog]

𝕯𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌

@ofwisteria

       A KING RARELY HESITATES TO administer his own justice. Blade pointed towards the visibly wounded lady, Lest Karr made plain his contempt for the weak and infirm. “It is the strong’s duty in this world to remind the weak of their place. You may now lament your fate, cattle.” Yet, despite how insurmountable her odds may be, what would be the human’s reply?

[kingsworn-blog]

✘

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse (✘ = hugging them )

        THAT’S STRANGE. DID SHE FINALLY decide to make contact with him that wasn’t screaming at him for what he did or trying to hurt him for such? In a way, however…he couldn’t deny that it was warm, to feel such contact from her. “Did you forget your place? Have you forgotten that I am a king and not your close friend? You kneel before me, not embrace me in this way.” He declared to her firmly.

       …Despite that, however, his arms were wrapped around her’s, as if not wanting to end this hug despite what he said. And for that, he looked away with a pout.

[kingsworn-blog]

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊

@lestkarrkingofeurope

BGM: Under Heaven Destruction

            BICKERING AND ACCUSATIONS HAVE THEIR place. Yet, there comes a time when even words would fail. When the time for talk ends, there was only blades to be drawn. This...fool had the audacity to claim that he was Lest Karr, the venerable King of Europe! “Your foolish accusation warrants a Thousand Deaths, impostor!” Accused Lest Karr, as he pointed vindictively to the ‘doppleganger’. Yet, there was only way to solve this.

           Let steel clash, the tradition of might hearkens back even before his own living memory. With his servant Leticia and his Bodyguards standing back, Lest drew his treasured blade, Joyeuse, and held it up. “Drink my blood, Joyeuse.” He whispered beneath his breath, as his engraved longsword of blacksteel wrapped vines around his wrist. The blade desired to shed blood...and so did he.

           “My steel shall answer to this disrespect, impostor! I, Lest Karr, the true Sovereign of Europe, shall defeat you!” He declared out, perhaps calling his name in the boast as was the tradition in such vampiric duels.

[kingsworn-blog]

𝕳𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

@pervyinnocence

          A LIFELONG SERVANT HE WAS, so it was only right that he would serve, even if the young Master was nothing more than just an illegitimate child from a mistress. At this time, while people like him were generally respected, some considered them nothing more than pets, exploited in some parts of the country. But he cared neither for that. “You do not seem quite...taken to the breakfast I have prepared, Master. Did you desire something else?” Asked Butler, who bowed kindly as he stood by his side.