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indie. killia from DISGAEA 5 Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance is justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged. --Samuel Johnson

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canon

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" hello mr killia do you have time to talk about LOVE ??? "

her enthusiasm on the subject matter is enough to send him pacing a few steps backward alone, visible sweat tracing down the nape of his neck; he hadn’t anticipated that piquing volume, let alone the bewildering topic of her request. love? hearing that word felt alien, demons didn’t usually go around beckoning audiences on such trivial matters like love. it was an exotic change of pace to say the least & certainly not something he’d abhorred ( nostalgic; reminded him of lieze ), “m-mmm…”

she’s as much his ally as the other two so, surely, he’d have listened either way, busy or otherwise, “ s-sure, ” a slight stutter occupying initial response, still finding his bearings after that eccentric introduction; marked with a slight of lungs & risen brows slowly settling thereafter, he grants the ex-angel a rarity, a slight grin presenting itself, humoring her with his full attention at last.

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PA-TA, I’M BACK FROM HIATUS! though two weeks late... I’ll try to get some activity running by tomorrow or the day after or the day after that for sure since the muse isn’t quite cooperating again just yet; but, at the very least, i’m mostly finished with what i needed to do that took me from this blog in the first place!

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disappointed, disapproving head shakes at all of you. what would your mothers think if they heard you saying cheesy, raunchy pick up lines like those? she’d ask, were the years she spent raising you worth it? she’d probably hit you. killia will be your mother, killia will hit you in her place.

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#2016In3Words Let’s Get Revenge!

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Killia... Please stop making my brother belive, that you hitting him would help him in atoning faster for his sins! >8/

“ … ok. ” but i genuinely believe it’ll help him but since you told me to i’ll quit my insisting. 

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@briganteeclipse

arms folded, back arched against wall residing behind; eyes roundabout, dancing to & fro, grimacing with his (undeniably undesirable) presence split-second, (swift) shifting from him (hoping to be noticed; dreading initiation), scrutinizing that (what seemed like) macrocosmos spanning the outer reaches of the mess hall’s viewing deck. of course, it’s uncertain whether the other notices him or not, a silence precedes them as per usual; how drool, typical beyond a doubt. he loathes this, this suffocating atmosphere that always seems to envelope them when they come within ten meters of each other. honestly, whether he’d admit it or not, longed were the days where they could share some banter (fleeting & fickle as it might’ve been); prized above the heart smothering dread that was left in it’s place. stated before, but it bares repeating, he hates this between them (for lieze, & for himself).

he minces with the pleasantries, that being the opportunity to allow the latter to speak to him from afar. he moves forward, fleeing from his perched position against the wall to join the other along the railing, propping folded branches atop it, edging slightly (fearlessly) to gaze deeper into the cosmos rather than meet eyes with his company. for a second, it looks as though he has something to say, but of course, “ . . . ” nothing escapes those pale thin lips; words evading him when he wanted something to say most. oft do they when talking to or of him. even if it was for lieze, he doesn’t think this inability to initiate conversation with the latter will ever leave him.

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“ you don’t have to worry, lieze, i’ll handle the situation. ” quaint stagnant smile, un-moving, remorseless, frightening solace; no qualms with brutality, the kinds that he purposely shields from tinting his tonality. he alludes to the notion he’d restrain himself but... AS IF--! this is the netherworld, if they aren’t incapacitated for at least a couple years, they won’t learn anything.

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“ usalia, tell void where he can stick his grapes. ”

[werewabbit]

“ in his refrigerator, plip! ”

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“ usalia--!! eugh... s-sure, yeah. ”

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“ usalia, tell void where he can stick his grapes. ”

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Probably going to want to put this blog on Semi-Hiatus until July 31st. I don’t plan on leaving this blog (absolutely not!), but i’ve got something I’d like to dedicate my full undivided attention to until then. See you soon everyone ~ \ o /

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WAR-DEMON --> TYRANTREVELIO

URL CHANGE; 

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GOT a really cool person contemplating on making a Void blog, now if only we had a Goldion the family fun times could commence. JS; we’re in dire need of a Goldion roleplayer, pls come to us. You can beat me and void up anytime you want, we’ll even thank you for doing so. Just please, please come to us.

[roleplayiing-memes]

sentence starters: protective edition.

“Don’t let them talk to you that way.”

“I get so angry whenever I hear them talking about you… you don’t deserve it.”

“You could have been killed!”

“What were you thinking?!?”

“Are you alright?! Do you need anything?”

“I can’t leave you here alone.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“If they lay a finger on you, I swear I’ll kill them.”

“I’ll protect you with my life.”

“I’ll never leave your side. Not until we can ensure your safety.”

“Who did this to you?!”

“No one messes with you and gets away with it.”

“I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

“Come on, tell me what happened.”

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Best way to kill void: making out with liezerota right in front of him

SLIPS LIEZE THAT DRAGONNEWT TONGUE

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I’ll do things here later, but for now, i’ve got this killer headache so i’m gonna take it easy for now ; w;)/

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Didn't you sin a lot as tyrant killidia? Looking back do you regret it?

SIN? quaint, that vagueness. to normalcy, suppose their existence alone merited that (sinfulness). dark, vile, tooth & claw for one another’s neck, relentless in their incessant vendetta against inferiority. to ask if he’d sinned was painfully shortsighted, all demons (EXCEPT THE ONE) are of sin, whom is right to measure(?); instead, ask to the degree he’d killed, pillaged, & ransacked. ask how often he’d lied, cheated, & back-stabbed. ask for the reason early history would know him as the thick definite line that separated demon from monster. him, KILLIDIA; the greedy, prideful tyrant that inspired atypical horror to even the most resilient of demons.                                                   did he sin a lot? HAH!! killidia was sin itself.

“ yeah. ” lips finally break from their stalwart position, tearing the silence betwixt with an answer to both questions in one, leaving palpable remorse tangible in his solemn timbre; of course he regretted it, & whether or not he exhibits it, he mourns for the lives he’d taken under his reign as a tyrant, “ back then, there was no doubt about it. tyrant overlord killidia-- I was absolute scum… but… thanks to people like lieze & goldion i was finally able to break out of that tyrant mindset... i was finally able to change. ”