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[pestilencedumah]

@sabinabrutus location: Sabina's Tent notes: gonna be honest jestie this is their only chance to chat for this whole event

Adatiel had been found, all that was left was for Dumah to go and get her. Everything was chaotic right now, Pestilence seeking Death didn't bode well for their chances and while Dumah was fond of saying they should have torched this realm from the start, he was glad for whatever time he'd had here. While the dragon breathed fire over the barrier, Dumah manipulated the field of energy and slipped into the camp. Telepathy led him the rest of the way.

When Sabina got back to her tent for the night Dumah was already there waiting for her, by now word would have gotten far enough around about what the seraphim had done. The plague that had taken her, the days of comfort he'd spent at her side were molded by his own hands. It hadn't been intentional, Sabina was perhaps the last person he wished to see in that state, but that hadn't been enough to stop him from doing it. Fey. Lycans. Witches. Whatever the fuck else, none of that mattered to him, he'd killed his own family to serve his father's pride.

Ulthar was a God, he didn't care for love or for the affection of his children, he didn't wish to be liked, and he didn't bat an eye when one of them lost their life. Ulthar was a God and so he only cared that he was obeyed, Dumah didn't respect him, he didn't like him, and he certainly did not love him - but he had always followed orders. Every letter perfectly because perhaps he understood best what the other Blessed did not: their father had never given a single damn about them.

"I know I shouldn't be here." Dumah said, his eyes went from the ground towards the cambion, "I'm not here to cause any problems or-" he shrugged, "I just wanted to see you and make sure you were okay."

[raffaelexfiore]

@sabinabrutus​ location: a shady but undisclosed location in Rome notes: blood connect

A field had been cast over the alley, it’d keep anyone from smelling the blood or overhearing their conversation, and if someone happened to walk through it - Raffaele would know. Blood deals weren’t exactly legal but money was money and the witch had needs. It was probably less-frowned upon than how most people like him got their resources, there was a whole black market operating in the city that worked with such things. “So, you’re a marshal now?” It had been a while since they’d done this, he just wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to suddenly turn around and arrest him. “If you try to bring me in I’m pretty that would constitute entrapment.”

[ciroocasio]

@sabinabrutus​ location: Old Frascati notes: hehehe

Nothing said intimacy like a vineyard. Old Frascati had been in the Amaranthus family for generations, it went as far back as ancient Rome with historic practices that had been painstakingly preserved for centuries. With his hair disheveled, Ciro pulled his shirt back on and loosely started to do the buttons back up as he looked back towards Sabina. Old friends, if that was what you could call them, they’d met on the road years ago so finding out that she was in Rome now was... A treat. “So,” he started, an easy grin on his lips as he spoke, “how’s the wine?” 

[pestilencedumah]

@sabinabrutus​ location: underground art exhibit  notes: meetcutemeetcutemeetcute

Both seraph blade and knife, Dumah twirled it through his fingers with practiced ease as he took in the standing exhibit. Not at all sure what he was looking at, this living art installation was some new age shit, an underground thing in a cleared out section of the catacombs. Makeshift lights around them were connected to a generator that filtered out what was passing for music these days. Dumah’s meatsuit was a new one, his last had gotten worn out so the seraphim had needed to find another, as it happened, this address, the date and time, and a password was scribbled on the crumpled piece of paper in his pocket. As far as mortals went, this one wasn’t hideous and had been easy to convince to let him in. 

Do you want to be powerful? Do you want to be a hero? Just say yes. 

Somewhere buried within Dumah could feel the consciousness of the man screaming in agony, tethering yourself to a seraphim wasn’t a pleasant feeling. Someone had described it to him once like strapping yourself to a meteor and hurdling yourself into the sun. Just the same, they always went quiet eventually as time wore them down. 

“It’s pretty.” Dumah commented. He sounded stupid, but he was looking at a woman painted anatomically from head to toe with tits and foliage in full view. There were other models like her, living art pieces that the curator of this event had put together: at least the drinks were strong. “You know the idiot that put all this together?” The seraphim asked as he drew the bottle to his lips and polished off the beer, blade stilled for a moment until he set the empty down. 

[alekgray]

@sabinabrutus location: lupercalia warm beer tent notes: kiss kiss it's time

Had been a year now since Alek had told his former roommate to get fucked. It wasn't like him to make amends, but when he looked around at who his friends were there was just Serkan standing there with sunglasses on. Busting Alek's stupid ass out of The Eye hadn't been Sabina's job, and she was right when she'd pointed out that dropping off the radar was standard idiot!Alek behaviour. Still, he wasn't about to start sprouting apologies. Instead he just saddled up on a bar stool next to the cambion and cleared his throat. "So, buy the former alpha a beer? I had brain surgery recently so, I could do with some charity."

[pestilencedumah]

@sabinabrutus location: Hakan's Christmas Rave notes: kiss kiss fall in love

Death had come for both of them, yet here they were. Still, Dumah couldn't bring himself to forget the memory of placing her eternal body into the dirt, of embedding her with something so virulent that she'd live forever through the disease that washed over the realm. Ulthar's betrayal. Adatiel's death. Dumah had always known his father was a bastard, but he hadn't expected this - to lose so many.

The seraphim shook his head as his hands settled at Sabina's waist instead. "It's Christmas." He reminded her, "Remind me, but this is the season where people exchange gifts, right?" Dumah had been around long enough to know the holiday, he was more or less just being coy. Either way if this was the time of year meant to spend with loved ones, he was glad to be spending it with Sabina.

[pestilencedumah]

@sabinabrutus location: Sabina's Office, Mutat Domun notes: kiss kiss

Losing the life of one mortal had been a stupid thing to be torn up about. Honestly, Dumah didn't recognize himself. One of these cattle died every moment, several, actually. Very often one of the diseases that Dumah had cultivated and spread were the cause. Sabina wasn't like the others, and yet she was by every definition the epitome of humanity: wild, spirited, stubborn, resolved, and a juxtaposition of both good and bad choices. Dumah supposed he fell into the latter of those two categories, Pestilence was the wrong choice... Maybe even the worst choice, but Sabina just kept forgiving him. Kept choosing him. So, what did that say? Maybe they were both crazy.

Dumah wasn't good at this, he'd just kind of been waiting around in the marshal's place of work until she gave him some form of attention. They had the same position, the two of them were both supernatural... Cops, or something. Dumah hadn't said it, but were it not for Sabina then he probably would have taken off. Hayliel, the Senate, being a marshal of all things; Dumah didn't care about any of that, he just wanted to be closer to her. "What now?"

[thanatcsx]

@sabinabrutus​ location: camp halfway house notes: servant connect

Sabina was useful, not just because she fed his cats and walked Hermes’ dogs. She was a marshal and helped with access, getting into camp halfblood wasn’t something that even he could do without an invitation. Thanatos’ psychopomp physiology gave him a complete awareness of the other side, it had taken him some time to realize that things were a little light, but the disturbance that had been caused by the erasure of so many lives at the beginning of the year couldn’t be discounted. “This Theneras, did you know him?” Thanatos asked as he wandered from one room to the next, the plants had even been taken out. Life just gone.