#sonoftheumbra

[nerowasheredanteisaloser]

Risque

4 My muse sexts yours.

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No, no, V isn’t looking at that wrong, it’s a straight up dick pic, from Nero, or, at least from Nero’s number. Even flaccid...it’s pretty impressve, how does he fit all that in his pants?

Nero: Fuck, Wrong number, shit. That was, uhh, totally for Kyrie, totally.

[greatforcesofnature]

The Real Journey |

“......” Will slowly opens his eyelids due to the rays of sunlight peering towards the glass stained windows. He yawns a bit. Is it morning already? When did he fall asleep? He rubs his eyes. 

After much said about angels and demons from the man he met who called himself V. A man who is Umbra witch whose coven is part of the balance with another clan, Lumen Sages whose sole purpose to maintain the balance of light and dark. However, that falls apart because of superstition prophecy which follows a bloody battle between clans. Then the tragic aftermath of that is the Witch Hunts. Both clans came to extinction. Though a few witches have survived just as V had said. 

Still, because of that, this world is in danger from the realms of Inferno and Paradiso that want to claim this world as their own. Which leads to more bloody battles where innocents are caught in the crossfire. To the boy, things like that are not right.  Which made him think the reason why the Naturia Chruch came about. Is it defend this world from both realms?

If so, what should he do about it? What can Will, himself do after hearing all that from V?

“V?” The boy calls out to the man, “Are you there? Are you awake?” He wonders if he is in the church as well. “V?” 

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[dantes--rebellion]

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“And you’ve forgotten.” Vitale tsks out, standing up and walking to Dante. “I do believe I told you to be back by five thirty because I had plans for us. It’s six.” He stated, walking over to Dante with a smirk. “I was going to reward you for being so good lately…but now you’ve gone and ruined my mood.”

“Aww, baby...” Dante said, kicking himself. “I’m sorry. Killing demons waits for no man, I couldn’t just walk off the job. But had I remembered I would have made better care to be home. Can you forgive me?” 

Dante brings V to his arms and holds him close. “Oh no, did I do that? Shame on me. Poor baby.” His kisses his lips tenderly, “Can I make it up to you, beautiful?” 

[windofdogma]

V let out a hum, standing up with his cane in hand. His white hair gleamed in the sunlight pouring from the windows while his coat covered one arm, just the peaking of black marks crawling up his neck. A  young Witch with only one demon tied to his name, but that would change in time. Now that he had a proper watch, the young man potentially had EONS to strengthen himself and gather stronger demons. “No offense to you, Credo. Your church is beautiful…but I’d like to leave, if you’d be so kind.” His mothers were here now, trying to find an artifact that might have been left by the wife of Sparda, Eva. If they could, they might be able to confirm whether or not she was an Umbra Witch like themselves. In the meantime they were here under the guise of new worshipers and, to the cults glee, revealing more of the ancient history of the Lumen Sages. They’d really only been given grains of salt, but who was counting? Anyway, since his mothers were the ones that the cult was really interested in, V had been left to his own devices. Or so he thought until he found himself escorted about by one Credo. He wondered if they were trying to please his mothers by showing excessive care to their son or if they were concerned he would stumble upon something he should not. Either way, what an annoyance.

What was revealed to Credo was on a need-to-know basis. Although a ranking member of the Order, there were many things kept in secrecy. Why the Order was interested in the women that had come calling, the knight could only guess at, just as the bits of this or that they dangled before His Holiness were nothing to Credo.

He had been rendered a guide to the boy instead, giving him a tour of the church until he had had his fill, which came soon enough. He bowed his head briefly in agreement.

“Yes. Of course.” And it was, indeed, to their best interest that they leave the church, as it boasted many secrets. Secrets that Credo had only begun to learn in fits and starts.

God bless them all.

“Shall we, then?” he prompted, gesturing for the boy to take the lead.

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[thefallenapprentice]

Oh, I forgot to post if there were any changes to--

Oh my

[devilsnwitches]

🍰

🍰 - “What is their favorite type of dessert or sweet?”

Vergil grunts and shrugs a shoulder, “I enjoy things with a citrus flavor. Orange, lemon, things of that nature.”

Kyrie beamed brightly, “I like cream-filled things and chocolate! Frosting and swiss rolls and stuff like that!”

With a tap of his chin, V hummed thoughtfully, “I would have to say I prefer anything that’s dark chocolate. I do not particularly have a preference for flavors.”

With an arched brow, RB!Dante sunk his teeth into a snickers bar and crunched away.

Yvette gave a thumbs up, “Granola bars! Love chocolate chips mixed with sweet oats. Picky on my brands, though. Special K™ and Quaker™ for the win.”

[gelum-lumen]

sonoftheumbra replied to your post: I didn't send you that last anon, who talks like...

Suuuure you didn’t anon. See, the only way to prove you didn’t send that fucking weak anon is to come off of anon which is something you’re too cowardly to do.

[silxerbullet]

⚠️: Warning. Devil subject is a big baby. May cry if agitated.

Send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse. // Accepting 

“FUCK YOU!”