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Besides your fathers grimoire do you own anything else that once belonged to him?
Besides the book, there is his office that I was given this position. It’s not my type of surroundings, too elegant. The only other item I have my father’s ring that he wore as a symbol of authority of sort for the court of hell. I don’t know if it has any other purpose but I can tell you it doesn’t fit my fingers besides my thumbs. I was told once it belonged to a set of four, the others belonging to my relatives: War, Pestilence and Famine but theirs were sealed with them.
Some other items have disappeared; leaving a mystery to their locations or some are in unsavory care.
An example of an item that has since disappeared is THE death scythe. It was last seen being used to murder two of my siblings. Once the devils responsible were executed no trance was found of it. For the best to be honest.
One item that I do not own because they are in others hand is my fathers silver lined wire framed glasses. If you ever looked on beautiful face of “Sovereign” Lucifer, those aren’t his glasses he parades himself around wearing. I want nothing more than to rip them off his pompous face.
Unlike the previous year, the blood moon only occurred once this time. The rage was boiling over in the civilians of wrath hearts. Even Prince Ludwig who was collected visibly twitched without sweet release. However, when the celebration erupted it was more brutal. Everyone savagely turned on their neighbors and family...I should have been more careful. I remember the warm August air, a soft served vanilla after a job well done, enjoying the darkened sunset ocean before I was jerked from Moralis. Multitude of my siblings finger nails were digging into my flesh before throwing me to the ground of hell before them in a hungry circle. I was awake for every sharp blow from fist and kick, the cracking of my bones. I whimpered at the feet of her “What did I do to deserve this?”. She laughed “Foolish doll, you ask such an idiotic question. It’s simply because you exist”. Alexsandria then commanded one of them to give me several lashing. Ring leaders didn’t get their hands dirty. As the first crackle hit my bare flesh, I was finally swallowed by the numbing darkness.
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Amelia slouched against her bed. White noise reverberated deafening her ears to sound. Only being able to make out the vague soft knocks on her office door and the soft voices of the maids and sterner voices of The King and Prince Ludwig:
“M’lady are you alright? We have a healer to help, let us help!”
She sent them screaming in terror from her shadow’s poltergeist ability.
“Ms. Jones open the door.”
Instead of doing as they commanded she locked them out. Activating the safeguard on father’s office door propelling them from the door.
Once they failed, they summoned her brother’s and the Prince of Lust to see if they could get her to listen. But Amelia ignored the Prince of Lust’s uplifting words, Thanatos coaxing and Zelamir loving plea and barganing to least atleast him into the office.
But Amelia didn’t want to be bothered, she didn’t want their concerns.
Alexsandria’s words echoed in her mind.
She wanted to stop existing.
What is the most annoying way to communicate with the king?
“The Ouija board. Frequently you’d get a wrong number and reception was terrible.”
“Mirrors are much better for communication.”
From Der Orchideengarten, 1919.
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Left is what Amelia’s right eye looks like when she is surveying Prince Ludwig and his surrounding.
Right is if Amelia failed the ritual. She would be permanently blind in that eye and have a scar from the dagger as it was cut into.
I imagine that if one does blood magic and if successful all damaged done to the caster is repaired. While if failed then the person is scarred to show the failure.
It was a rainy, unusually cold day for the summer in Füssen. Freezing droplets lashed down upon the sidewalk, scattering civilians and chilling them to bone. The few trees which lined the streets, offered them little protection against the torrential downpour. Amidst these sodden and disgruntled people, a woman, -sporting above her a large pink-beige umbrella with white lace trim- was enjoying a leisurely stroll through the loud pattering of rain overhead.
As she walked on, she left behind the urban sprawl as greenery replaced concrete and houses were seen fewer and further apart. Roads dissolved into gravel tracks, dusted with bootprints instead of burnt by tyres. And it was along such a track that the woman came to a stop, having arrived at her destination before a well-kept and isolated estate. The gate was unlocked, and she let herself into the grounds, to approach the front door. She knocked slowly three times and awaited a response.
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