#venenuminis

[athanasia-ia]

The world was slowly becoming a blur; it was a distant memory or what was and what should have been, and as pained throbbed throughout her body, all Athanasia could think about was the comfort of darkness and the distant calls of Sheol, inviting her back home. Tied to the chair and trapped in a demon's trap in that old, mountainside shed, Athanasia felt she had no other choice but to abandon her vessel willingly and go back to Sheol. Time, of course, would lose all meaning and by the time she was back on Earth, days or even years might have passed. The life she had just started at the Academy would be nothing but a fleeting memory, the acquaintances she managed to make could even forget all about her. And not that it mattered, right? She was forgotten before, and she would be forgotten in the future - present, too, was nothing but a predestined stretch of time waiting for its ineluctable end.

So, why did she care about it now? About the vessel, about the life here and now.

She had no energy, though. The hunter had her trapped, and he was going to try and kill her, that much he had made clear. He had gone out, after a promise of certain demise - and she had no idea what that meant. What did death mean for a demon? What did passing away mean to someone who was born from and among the dead? It should have been laughable, really, for what could an exorcism do, but then she heard footsteps and she lifted her head up and forced her eyes open, only to see a dark figure standing some half a dozen feet away.

A priest, she realized. All those threats, that entire charade of seriousness, only to bring a damn priest. Athanasia grinned, rolled her tongue around her mouth and spat out some blood. "Seriously?" she asked, but when the man stepped directly under the moonlight, and when she saw a faint tint of light lilac reflect off his skin, she felt a change of temperature all around her. Her body grew colder, and her heart and mind recognized him in an instant. But, just because she understood what he was, and just because they knew one another, in the true sense of the word, did not mean that she was in the clear.

"Sammy," Athanasia breathed out, forcing a tight grin. "Nice of you to join the party."

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[chovmbna]

holy  roller.

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tw: mentions of blood

Another day in the office, another day of taking phone calls and replying to emails. It was just like any other 9 to 5 when Bina got to go home and rest for the evening. Though this time there was a slight detour and a need to change her outfit to something that wouldn’t hold a stain. Lately there hasn’t been any reason of Bina to be part of the dirty work but when the request came from within the company, action was needed to be taken. It seemed there was a few financial reports that didn’t add up to the annual cost of certain security camera installations.

Bina doesn’t really remember who long she had been standing in front of Mr. Bang, the head of their finance department. She just barded him with question after question, watching him sweat the more she asked. It was obvious he had something to do with it but the only evidence they had were reports. Currently her men were searching Mr. Bang’s laptop and waiting for any confirmation. Of course since it took a while the traitor thought he could call Bina a ‘weak wretched dog’, thinking he got away with it. All it took was one gloved right hook, square in the face to hear something crack within her hand and his head hung down trying to stay awake. Then the call came in; “Boss, it seems the laptop was retrieved from Mr. Bang’s office.”

Someone opened the door from behind where she stood over the man who wasn’t badly beaten, but clearly had a nice punch to the face that left him unconscious. Bina turned toward the man and released a heavy sigh, “And he had the nerve to talk back. To think my grandfather trusted this man and here he was, taking money from under our nose. Could of gotten away with it if he didn’t use a company computer.” It was a shame things had to turn out like this but luckily Bina had no tolerance for users. 

“One he wakes up, freshen him out and take him to the authorities. Tell them to contact me for any information.” Her stare stayed blanked as she left the room but her noise caught something that was a first. They weren’t at some secret hideout or concealed room but her men did come from the back alley that wasn’t too far from a populated area. Why is there someone nearby? Curiosity now had her and of course the pit of her stomached dropped to her feet as she walked out to the alley. “Oh man, my new boots...,” Totally distracted from the matter at hand that she was dumb enough to walk outside with blood on her boots, utterly disgusted that man got her things dirty. She heard the crowds, catch the scents of different perfumes and colognes but there was one that stuck out a little too much. 

“You have any business with me?” Bina took a shot out in the dark, bringing out her phone as if she was talking on the other line. It could be someone she knew, a shifter even looking for her help. She just knew the scent didn’t want to fade away.

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The distant cry of a rooster caused Eriko to open her eyes. There was a slight sense of disconnect within her, as though her soul and her body had been taking a leisurely walk in different realms whilst she was sleeping and had not quite returned to full synchronicity. She pushed herself up with a yawn, and pushed her tangled black hair from her face. A crinkled white nightgown with lace trims was bunched up to mid-thighs from tossing and turning far too much in bed.

Eriko stretched out with her lanky arms and bony fingers to push at the rusty bedroom window, easing it open so that a morning breeze could draw in. Beyond the dusty panes, she spied the vegetable garden that had turned to a jungle since her older sister had disappeared. Sparrows foraged amongst the overgrown grass. Beyond the broken fence, a stretch of tall grasses leading to a misty horizon. Sitting upon her mattress, she could spend another hour or even two simply daydreaming about the mysteries that laid beyond the confines of this empty and run-down castle that had been her family home.

She was all alone, now. With only the bugs and rats and blackbirds to keep her company. The villagers have had their fun trying to torch the place and run them off their land, but in the end, they were still too afraid of her, Mischief Personified, rumoured to be a witch. Eriko folded her arms together upon the window sill and rested her chin upon them, humming a tune. Someone was knocking upon the door, incessantly, but she ignored it. It would go away soon.

Finally the knocks subsided and she closed her eyes with a soft sigh. Her stomach began to gurgle for attention. She hated cooking, but the preserves of vegetables and fruits in the attic could only last so long. Opening her eyes once more, she peered down to see a strange man in her garden. Her heart leapt to her throat, and she quickly flattened herself upon the mattress, breathing heavily whilst counting sheep slowly in her mind. Wait it out. Wait it out, her sister had reminded her time and again. These humans, they all give up eventually.

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“ none of this would have happened if not for you. “

"You know what?"

Unbothered, Athanasia took out the straw from her hot chocolate and scooped some whipped cream from the top. She brought it to her mouth, licked around the bottom of the straw, fully focused on the intricate flavors of cocoa and cinnamon rather than the perpetually grumpy archangel.

"I'm confident that many have said the same thing about you, Sammy," she put the straw back into her drink and stirred slowly, clockwise and then counterclockwise, watching the formation of small vortexes inside her comfort drink. "A creature such as yourself, you're telling me that you've never caused trouble anywhere? Puh.Lease."

Of course, Athanasia knew she was guilty. Samael's clothes had not gotten ruined all on their own. It was a series of minor inconveniences, all of which had been triggered, like a domino effect, by the pact demonness' silly decision to go swimming at a terrible time, but she was not going to admit to anything. Why would she? Pft.

"So, as much as I love to see you in skimpy clothes and entirely wet, do you think you could find something to wear? You're getting water all over my carpet and that thing's expensive."

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Athanasia: Must be hard not being able to laugh Samael: I do have a sense of humor you know Athanasia: I’ve never heard you laugh before Samael: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

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Yoojin & Samael ( @venenuminis​ )

Yoojin has had quite a long day in the mortuary, helping his boss with the examination and preparation of someone who had recently passed away under mysterious circumstances to get them ready to be cremated.

It was getting late and his boss left Yoojin to take care of the cremation. Some might find it weird or creepy to live on a cemetery in the same building the mortuary was in, but he found it to be quite convenient and didn't mind at all. He was just grateful that his boss was kind enough to take him in and let him turn the upstairs storage rooms into an apartment after he found him wandering around the graveyard with no recollection of who he was or where he was.

After putting the body into the cremation chamber, Yoojin turned some knobs and pushed some buttons to start the process and since it was going to take a couple of hours for it to be done, he decided that he'd take a walk around the graveyard to check if everything was in order.

While walking around, he cleaned up here and there, and even though, he had managed to regain the memory of who he really is, he still hasn't regained full control of all of his powers. Something he was capable of doing, however, was sensing when there was another non-human being nearby and he could definitely feel that there was someone or something in the area.

"I know you're there. What do you want?"