#priestofhell

[liventenn]

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[elvira-macabre]

@priest-of-hell: (cont. from here)

“I could think of a few more things… but that would require less clothing, I believe.” he grinned deviously at that, but then turned and left the room to claim the bottle. He returned with a big bottle of Chardonnay and two wine flutes, smiling as he sat down beside her now on the Victorian styled couch. “I hope it is to your liking. If not, we can go to my bar and find something more appealing to your pallet.

“You and me both, darling - but right now I thought your question focussed solely on the beverage…” She smirked at him, making herself comfortable on his couch, which reminded her so much of the one she used to host her movies on. “Thank you, but I’m pretty sure I can rely on your taste. Uhm, maybe I’ll come back to the bar later…” The Mistress said with a wink.

[kirstyxcotton]

"You...!"

“..No!”

Kirsty’s voice was quiet but sharp hearing the all too familiar and haunting voice of the Cenobite Leader who at one time was Elliot. She felt her heart stop for a moment as silence seemed to cascade down all around her and him. It was as if his voice were deafening thunder that made all other sounds non-existent.

Please just let this be a dream, please.

Kirsty pleaded within herself but from the goose-pimples that stood her arm hairs almost pin straight and the heavy weight feeling within her stomach she knew it was not a dream. This was the worst nightmare of all, reality. She didn’t understand how he found her again, after all this time, and without even opening that damned puzzle box. Stiffly she moved to face him.

The look of dread mixed with shock played across her features. She looked at the same seemingly locked in time appearance of him, from the open wounds onhis chest and the same ageless face.

You bested them once before you can do it again.

She thought to herself before addressing him in a shook up but confident voice.

“How did you find me?”

{ @priest-of-hell }

[thebamfblueelf]

Stumbling into the abode, the cenobite collapses in a large armchair by the fire, sighing, after having been gone for a month working for Leviathan. He wasn't sure if Kurt was home, but at the moment, he wanted to just rest, having been on his feet this whole time. He laced his fingers over his abdomen and closed his eyes, sighing loudly as the fire roared to life to warm his cold body.

It was Easter so Kurt had been at church for a while. Coming home singing like a happy spring lark he was pausing when he noticed the fire was going. “I did not leave that like that.” His tail flicked before going to slink around and hum spotting the cenobite. “Well you look like hell.” He teased, smirking some as he did so before tilting his head some eyebrow going up. “Want some absinthe?”

[bastardantichrist]

He narrows his eyes at -that- name, grabbing Ciar by the throat and pinning him to the wall. "Now, now... Ciar... need I remind you of the last time you didn't tread lightly around me...?"

Ciar grinned, clearly forgetting what had happened last time. “What’s the matter, pinhead? You harassed me first this time.”