Trigger Heart

Power. Give me more Power. "I need it."

[verrgil]

a human for protect her .

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[ RAUGHS omg yama ksdljfl ]

'ew girly voice ew'

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     "Why not?"

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"What use is sin when it has no innocence to corrupt."

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☆

Oh the ire of this request. To play a fragile doll is beneath her, but as hands clasp and then come apart with the delicate lace of a shawl woven with mere thought, it is obvious she has no right to deny. Lace is drawn about her shoulders, fingers tucking bangs aside from her eyes, and a work of her jaw is given before the true transformation comes. Eyes slide shut and lips upturn, a smile that is so weird on scarred features forming with a blithe notion attached to them, one hand collecting the tails of lace as the other reaches out in offering. "Dante~ Vergil~ Time for dinner."

The shawl erupts in flames seconds later, and the Dark-Forged is off to find something to mutilate for that smile.

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☆

There is a moment taken for fingers to massage the Dark-Forged's throat, visibly altering skin as pigment deepens and her chin lifts. She is compressing vocal chords- the effect instantaneous when her lips part, the forthcoming noise much more akin to the delicate gun's vocal pitch. "A-ah, Master." The words are light, breathed instead of spoken, a whimsy created as hands uplift in the most benign of manners. "Are you sure that is the last apple?" Her eyes are rounded behind the veil of bangs, as if she was just a dew drip upon aforementioned fruit. The delicate disguise falters with a low growl, blood reabsorbed and her pitch returning to normal.

The word Master left a bitter taste in her mouth.

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irxcundia;

"Why are you here- alone."

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After a few head shakes of refusal, the humanized gun gives in and lets out a soft sigh. Her smile drained, parted lips of roseate remain just as so as verdant optics gaze up and a solemn expression covers her visage like a veil of melancholia.

   ❝ —…Speak. ❞

   And afterwards, she breaks the facade and flusters away to hide from the dark forged blade, lest she be sought out.

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[dunwall]

I loved you brother

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Have it your way, brother

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                                  i never said that i want this                                             this b u r d e n came to me                                                       & it’s made its home inside

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      As if he yearned to speak of his past. He’d rather have another warrior devoted to God attempt to strike his heart with their useless weapons. There he will find amusement by the fear in their eyes once they realize, the end has come sooner than they wished. God is on my side— but where was that God when the blood from their very veins were dried. Only a simple nod was given from him, carefully following her movement even by the corner of his eye once she passed him. He turns to her only the slightest. These restraints were not worth to bleat, he is only silent to keep himself from appearing callow to those who accompany him within the darkness. He does not offer further movement, his form is motionless with his arms resting at his sides as he continued to stare at the female by the corner of his eye. Charming. "I am aware, but the thought had not occurred to mirrors." Until now. He no longer cared for mirrors, whether they saw him or not. He only knew that it only swooned human women, he did not care for that either. 

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"I am far from surprised." She has no worry in turning her back to him, leaving him to his own thoughts as she continues on. The stench of blood and the smell of one who consumed it regularly, it was nearly distasteful. She abstains from deep breath, shallow puffs more than enough to push her along as her sight roams and she seeks- her senses for those charmed mirrors were all but gone. "Your presence adds an affliction to whatever is around it, much as your scent marks your domain. The uses of some objects can be most beneficial." Dipping a sword in a vampire's body was supposed to grant it immortality, which she found to be utter idiocy. "Even to you if you know how to utilize them."

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      Dark brows arched at her inquiry. She is aware of whom is the beast that stands before her with eyes that glew dully behind the veil of shadows. Though, the reason why she appeared, is odd. "I can no longer see my reflection." Unlike back then when he was the most devoted warrior to light, before he left Marie, before he fell into darkness where Satan and the almighty Zobek feared the Dragon. When he was Gabriel Belmont with the weapon that can only kill Dracula before it had broken. He preferred to live within these walls without the sight of his own reflection catching the corner of his eye, to see the true monster he has become.

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She is quite capable of seeing his surprise, even if only one eye lingers open. Yet that closes, an admission to his speech, but nothing more. She continues to walk, towards and past him, refusing to join him in the deeper darkness that swathes his innermost den. "Then we shall have no qualms." She has no care for his past, nor why he is afflicted with such inane restraints such as no reflection; she never cared much for his kind. She does offer a pause though, her step halting so hands folded tight against her bound belly can unweave and one may lift. She brushes ebony from her cheek, righting the irregular curls caught in otherwise straight locks, almost considerate with her coming words. "Though you no longer can see yourself, the mirrors have seen you. If any survive they are imbued with a resonance that is flattering, something common with proximity of your kind."

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       It is what most wished but they attempt to resolve it by removing him as best as they could. The fate is all the same. He is not intimidated by her voice or her visage, he remains poised despite the fury still infesting his irises. He has already dried his prey, she is lucky to come across his domain without the thirst of blood clear on his tongue for only a moment. "Then why are you here?"

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She had no desire for his paltry prey, nor the kingdom he marks with the blood of his victims. She has long since failed to show respect to boundaries, slicing through dimensions that had chained others for centuries and more. It is clear she fails to respect him, her passive posture belittling to his authority as she barely breathes, totally calm beneath those flaming eyes. Oh how they irritated her. "Mirrors." What a strange reason to walk into the lair of the beast, the click of her heels marking how she moves even deeper into the danger. "How partial are you to mirrors."