#wrathbound

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Let this hate consume your very essence, and drown you within’ the depths of this eternal limbo… Wrathbound! AKA Folly x Hatred

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     » » @wrathbound​ 's D.D.D. lights up with some messages from Xavier;

         [ Xavier ] ›› [ Satan ]    ‹‹ Um... I have an embarrassing favour to                                                         ask you... ››          [ Xavier ] ›› [ Satan ]    ‹‹ I saw a store in town a couple days ago,                                                         but Asmo was dragging me away too fast                                                         for me to catch the name of it... ››          [ Xavier ] ›› [ Satan ]    ‹‹ I think it was in that plaza near Dogma                                                         Street? ››          [ Xavier ] ›› [ Satan ]    ‹‹ Lucifer wont let me go out anywhere on                                                         my own, so could you come with me? ››

     ›› Each message was sent with a surprising amount of swiftness indicative of a sheep well-trained on his phone. Each message was sent with a very exact purpose too; even the one at the end that mentioned Lucifer’s strict guidelines. Yes, the gentle sheep was trying to be a cunning one too — he was trying to find some alone time with Satan outside the House of Lamentation, to see the fourth-ranked in a light that was not stifled by his brothers’ shadows.

     ›› The trip had some other end goals too of course, between picking up some supplies, looking for new ingredients for some extra credit spellcrafting work, and arguably most importantly seeing what made Satan’s eyes glimmer with desire, happiness, and warmth. It was rare that the other was given the chance to think about his own desires, his own wants, his own needs, and that suffocating air had not escaped the human’s watchful, empathetic gaze.

     ›› Even before Satan had responded, Xavier had moved near the demon’s door to his room as a means of catching him as soon as possible; it was a risky move for how often the brothers would travel around the home  — and especially risky for how often they sought the exchange student out  — but he was hoping his little gamble would pay off today.

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｢ meme / @wrathbound​ ｣

“Forgive me.. I was absorbed in thought.” / Anita!

She was used to him thinking — he was better at it than she was, and he seemed to enjoy getting lost in all manner of debate, history and whatever else smart people were keen on. Anita didn’t mind it, since comfortable silences were now commonplace between the two of them. All she really needed was to have him there, whether he was tending to his own staggering stacks of homework or tending to student council matters.

Yet when she gave him one of her fleeting glances, he seemed off. She wasn’t the most intuitive when it came to the emotions of others. She could tell when something was wrong, but couldn’t begin to deduce what it was that had Satan so deep in his own head.

“You don’t usually apologize for that, so what’s up? What were you thinking about?” The worksheets in front of here lost their appeal. The subject had become easier to understand thanks to her diligent tutor, but he had gradually become more than that to her. The once lonely, scar-riddled bear wanted to show that she cared, so she shoved her work aside and angled herself towards him. “You’re always listenin’ to me, so.  .  .”

[shrapnelsong]

@wrathbound​

     She’d always been keenly aware of her magical heritage. Half retained memories of whispered chants and blood lettings that dimmed the colors of her sight, the family’s gift for seeing into the future sealed and forgotten, forever outside of her reach within the gardens of her soul. Being chosen to go to... hell as an exchange student, she first thought her father’s clan had finally found a way to get rid of her without a trace. But as it became clear that she was (relatively) safe in the Devildom, she figured these abilities might have influenced the decision to pick her. Especially considering Solomon’s presence.

Away from the prying eyes always hiding in the shadows, Alice was free to pursue her interests and expand her magical knowledge to her heart’s content. While the other human was a well of wisdom and experience, she quite liked perusing the library, discovering and piecing things together on her own as well. And that was how she found herself knocking on Satan’s door, a thick tome under her arm.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you?” She asked politely, greeting him with a smile and showing him her latest read. “I found this really interesting book on dark charms. I think it’s in an older form of Latin than I’m familiar with, though. I can follow for the most part, but I don’t want to miss the details. Do you happen to have a dictionary that could help me?”

[queensconquest]

@wrathbound​​ said:  ❛  rough day today , i assume ?  ❜ / for Solomon

( 50 DIOLAGUE STARTERS )

   “  Is  it  so  obvious  ?  “

   Mirth  fills  the  sorcerer’s  voice  as  he  opens  his  eyes  to  fix  upon  the  avatar  of  wrath  from  where  he’s  tucked  into  the  library  chair  he’s  claimed.  For  those  more  observant  of  the  sorcerer  ,  or  those  who  know  anything  about  him  ,  it  isn’t  uncommon  to  find  Solomon  tucked  away  into  a  dark  corner  surrounded  in  the  comfort  of  written  pages  if  he  isn’t  with  his  demons.  Books  have  always  been  a  source  of  comfort  , a  source  of  refugee  from  the  world  for  him. The  stack  beside  him  and  empty  tea  cup  are  proof  he’s  been  here  for  a  while  -  despite  it  being  deep  into  the  night.

   Solomon  gestures  towards  a  nearby  seat  in  offering  ;  an  indication  of  his  openness  to  conversation.  Despite  the  antics  he  normally  portrays  when  in  RAD  ,  the  sorcerer  now  is  calm  as  he  places  a  bookmark  into  the  book  he  was attempting  to  focus  on  and  set  it  on  the  table  next  to  him.  It  takes  considerable  effort  to  not  sigh  in  exhaustion.  (  He’s  tired.  In  truth  ,  he’s  been  tired  for  so  long  he  isn’t  sure  his  soul  knows  what  it  means  to  not  be  tired  anymore. )

   “  You’re  correct  ,  as  I’m  sure  you  already  know.  It’s  been  a  long  and  rough  day.  “  He  admits.  “  It  felt  like  everyone  decided  to  have  fights  or  issues  today.  “  He  chuckles.  “  I  don’t  think  I’ve  had  that  many  people  coming  to  me  to  advise  or  problems  to  sort  since  Israel.  “  Oh  ,  he  won’t  tell  the  human  exchange  student  if  he  is  or  isn’t  who  they  might  guess  ,  but  there’s  no  need  to  hide  it  here.  “  Mm  ,  what  about  you  ?  Or  just  here  for  some  late  night  reading  ?  “  He  inquires  ,  watching  with  calm  interest.

[mcmcntomorii-later]

@wrathbound​

“  why are you bleeding?  what happened?  ”

BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS

  She felt like absolute hell, and probably looked like it too。 But Mukuro tried her damnest to maintain the façade that she felt just fine。 That what she was going through was just a minor scratch, but in reality she just wanted to beeline to her room and tend to her wounds。 So when she was stopped, Mukuro almost felt the mask slip and had to fight back the groan that wanted to be let out。

「Just a minor altercation。 Nothing too serious。」 She spoke as a steady stream of blood trickled down from her nose, the tissue that Mukuro had used to try and plug up the sanguine fluid but the velocity at which her nose bled quickly became overpowered and was almost instantly discarded before making the trek back。 There was also a firm hand pressed tightly against her side, nothing super deep, but enough so that blood was peaking out beginning to leak out between her fingers。

[zorkaya-moved]

► get a full eight hours' worth of sleep

@wrathbound

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄:  𝘈 𝘍𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘐𝘋 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘛. ( accepting ! )

" Really, Satan? "

Does he really want to ask her that? Does he not understand that the biggest problem why she cannot have a good night's sleep of full eight hours is because of a certain money-grabbing demon who cannot leave her room? And the Gluttony whose crunching doesn't let her light-sleeper mind finally get some time of rest. She doesn't want to start talking about how tense she feels when her damn fucking door is not even helping prevent others from coming in. Her room becomes a passing place, everyone comes in and comes out while disregarding her privacy. Well, thankfully, they now knock on her door and she appreciates what she can get.

Zarina knows she cannot refuse the cunning wrath's request, his command is the only one she cannot refuse today and she sighs while placing her hands on her hip. The woman knows it's time for her to just go back to her room and just rest, sleep. Somehow, his command comes out as a saving grace, but she also does not understand why his kindness is shown now. Was it because of their yesterday's lesson when she started drinking coffee that she usually avoided? After all, tea was her biggest preference.

" Fine. I'll put the spell you taught me to good use then. " Meaning, anyone who does not knock on her door not being able to enter her room and instead entering any other room in the House of Lamentations. It would mean that some demons who do not pay attention in classes would not be able to bother her. But does she feel indebted to Satan? No. He wasted a command on something so kind, but the world doesn't treat kindness with kindness. Her cynicism blossoms once again in her heart, reminding her not to trust his gentle demeanor, it's the same as her comedic facade that fools others. However, she'll take what she can get. " Thank you. If it was someone else... I guess, they would've asked for something funny. "

Well, now it's time to go get that eight hours of sleep and miss dinner because she needs to get up early to make breakfast tomorrow morning. Oh, yes, her body could feel the fatigue accumulated over the last few days. Even if she does not trust the kindness offered, Zarina will find something to thank Satan with in the future.

[selflesstwin]

❛  01 .   a  kiss  to  say  hello . !

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 . | @wrathbound

       “ Kaoru? Are you listening? ” The hand of a friend moved in front of their eyes, obstructing their view of the demon who disappeared into another room. With his presence missing from the space, the exchange student finally zeroed into the conversation once more. Still, their mind wandered and when she finally finished wrapping up, they excused themself and promised to meet up later. An urgent matter came up, that’s what they said. To anyone else, that would have been a complete lie but for Kaoru, it was very serious. 

       Pulling the door towards them, they stepped into the silent library and scanned the area for a moment before exploring. The silence, the smell, the sound of others studying, pages being turned, idle chatter... Kaoru loved it all. A place where knowledge rested. So many hours spent looking through books not available in the human world. They could get lost in the different worlds but that desire was put aside for something more compelling. Finally, they moved around the area and looked through half of the aisles before they landed on the reason that they even ditched their friend and entered their favorite place. 

       Funny how they had been going up and down the library with quick steps but upon seeing him, everything slowed down. They never planned ahead and that was on them. So, as they took slow steps, they ransacked their brain for something to say. And yet, nothing came up for them once they finally stood beside the other. Head tilted slightly upwards so they could meet his gaze and when silence filled the space, they panicked. That same old feeling returned. Heart beating against their chest, butterflies wanting an escape, the desire to... 

       Taking the book from his hands ( but making sure to save his page ), they put it aside and reached for Satan’s shirt, gripping the fabric and looking into his eyes for one second longer before closing the distance between them. Their lips finally met his. The desire, the same one that had come up for them whenever they spent even a second with him. When the thought of Satan invaded their mind, that same desire showed up. The longing, the urge, the desire to kiss him. They wanted it more than anything but feared indulging in it and losing him. Fear always held them back. The thought of Satan finding them boring, repulsive, annoying, undesirable... It broke their heart. So, they held back and never confessed their true feelings. But now... They couldn’t help but show an ounce of what they felt through a simple kiss. Would it ruin what they had? Would Kaoru lose a dear friend? Would Satan hate them? They’d wait and see. 

       When they finally pulled away, their hand loosened and fell after smoothing out the part that had wrinkled thanks to their hold. It was difficult to look at him after that. Taking two steps back, they stopped and fiddled with the bottom of their skirt as they tried to find their voice. “ ...Uh, just wanted to say hi. So, hi. ”