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@theo-cratic hit the ♡ 

It was a peaceful evening, a rarity in this place so it seemed.  She had gorged herself the previous night, so no feeding was required when she awoke. Instead, she had curled up in the  far corner of her bedroom, attention engrossed in a book she  had discovered left behind by one of the patrons.  Thus, the sound of the door opening drew her mind reluctantly  from the pages to glance up at the intruder. “Yes?” 

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theo-cratic:

“You startled him and I warned you,” the demon snapped, leaving the woman’s side to instead attend to his poor, startled familiar. Djinn didn’t mean to stab Estella in the leg with his tail. But the woman had gotten far too close for his comfort. Reaching out a hand, Terrance pet the shadowy creature, watching it protectively circle its master. “Your lucky you didn’t startle the other one, or else he would’ve done more than just stab you.” 

“I simply was inspecting it. You should be pleased, I’m taking an interest  in your pets for a change.” Palm attempted to steady the flow of crimson  that dripped down the cotton of her stockings. A heavy sigh came at the  sight. Those were her favourites: lined with Parisian lace. She’d have to  get the beastly little thing back later for staining it. “You should inform your  companions more about them if you wish to avoid casualties like this.”

[inperator-aviditas]

Old enemies || theocratic

A drink. That sounded perfect to Juliette right now, she had been on her feet for hours -- A welcome change for her, but nevertheless, walking down the street and being glowered at by the majority of the women there was never a pleasant experience. It was hardly her fault that their husbands were unfaithful, and yet, most wives thought it best to blame her for their marriage falling apart. A scapegoat was always a useful thing for them. But all it had done for her was make a stiff drink a requirement, something to settle her nerves for the walk home. However upon setting foot in a local pub, the young woman's blood began to boil as she fixed her eyes on the bartender, and she found herself fixing the other with a smirk as she slowly walked to the bar. 

"Alma."

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Demon AU || theocratic

So many scents, more bad than good in these parts. 

   Where even was she? 

                                                       Did it even matter? 

Elle had power now, more power than she could have ever imagined herself being capable of when she was human. Pathetic creature. Once upon a time, she had regarded herself as a sweet, delicate creature, one that was governed by the rules inflicted by society and parents... How foolish she had been, to think it was correct to confine herself to their ideals. Let others tell her it was disgraceful to take pleasure from the intimacy that came from kissing and sex. 

Now that was her main lure, bringing men to her who had such dark souls, letting them believe that they were taking advantage of a poor young woman walking home alone at night... What a shock they received, when the kiss they craved ripped their vile soul from their body by the girl they regarded as prey. It was a rather thrilling venture, even if the souls tasted like filth. It made her wonder what purer souls tasted like... 

But her wonders may cease soon enough, she had caught the scent of a pleasant smell, lurking in the confines of this inn... There was another here, one like her...

Oh... Oh could it be? How marvellous. Wouldn't Terrance love to see her now? Wouldn't it be so very funny if she stole Theo away? Wouldn't it be fun to torment Terrance as he had with her? 

Gliding the door open, she instantly decided that it would all be worth it and more. A bit of vengeance was always required? Correct? 

"Hello, stranger~"

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"Theodore can't save you now," the demon hissed, a sadistic smirk crossing his lips.

Trembling hands clenched into fists as Elle backed away from the demon stood before her, the demon had told her himself that the scent of fear lured him in, like a hungry beggar to the baker’s shop. She must calm herself down, getting frightened would only make everything worse… 

But how could she? The sight of Terrance had simply petrified her, she had high doubts that her legs would have enough strength in them to carry her away if she ran. There was nothing left to do but plead with the creature… 

"I… I only made him happy… Please don’t kill me…"

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theo-cratic replied to your post:theo-cratic replied to your post:Nate, have you...

Dude Alois would be so freaking pissed off XD

Nate would be so smug xD

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theo-cratic replied to your post:Nate, have you met the Viscount Druitt yet? I feel like you'd get on rather well...

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