A Shame or a Burden?

"Well, hi, there~! Welcome to the Conchita Mansion~! Have you come to see my father? Or have you decided to pay a visit to our whole family? At any rate, do step in~!" ((RP blog for Maylis Beelzenia and Cherubim's daughter, who I have named Amabilis...

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closed rp with thediscardedpast

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When she stopped at the door, Amabilis had a bit of a hard time opening it. She’d thought it might be locked, now, but it wasn’t… Was someone else here?

She flung the door open and stepped into the room. Barren, except for a chair near the window that looked ready to break. Whoever had been here, the government, distant family, probably didn’t know what to do with it.

She turned back around.

“Is this what you want to protect? Is it?”

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Cherubim stared into the empty place with eyes wide open. His home…the mansion…in the last few minutes that he had been outside, had it all vanished and left this husk behind?

“….T….this…isn’t…” He took a few steps, trembling as he did, and did not even look at the girl. With a tremulous voice he called out “Sateriasis—? My Lord…? Lady—Venomania–? ….Anyone?”

And then he turned to her, his face distorted, “You! What have you done? Are you a witch?”

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A witch? Amabilis regrettably felt a surge of something at the accusation, power, greatness, a certain...capability she lacked. But that was soon stifled.

"No," she hissed, "you are just mad!"

[marlonmajesty]

"Who did this to you?"

“Some wannabe assassin.”

It’s nothing too bad. Kachessa can handle herself.

She has bandages up one of her arms, and a small cut on her face.

“It’s nothing too bad.”

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"Some... Do you know who? Could there be more of them?" A Beelzenian, perhaps, one of her own? Amabilis was unsure what to think.

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“Oh?” she spat. This boy was surely a loon, a poser.

“Have you any authority here, a crazy pseudo-servant to a dead line? Are you going to cast me out and tend to your happy little mansion?”

On impulse, she began to run to the door, intending to pull it open and expose his fraud.

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“I have more authority than you, a crazy girl who’s spouting slander about the highest authority in this–!”

If she attracted the attention of the servants, he could get in trouble for talking so rashly. On second thought, now he wished he’d minded his own business. Cherubim ran after her. “Hey! Stop!”

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When she stopped at the door, Amabilis had a bit of a hard time opening it. She'd thought it might be locked, now, but it wasn't... Was someone else here?

She flung the door open and stepped into the room. Barren, except for a chair near the window that looked ready to break. Whoever had been here, the government, distant family, probably didn't know what to do with it.

She turned back around.

"Is this what you want to protect? Is it?"

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closed rp with thediscardedpast

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“…‘Sati’? ‘Sati’?!” Amabilis was very upset now, her eyes wide and bright with indignation. “How dare you talk about a serial rapist and kidnapper and the gods know what else in any sort of– of– of endearing manner?”

She advanced, swaying slightly in the wind, but keeping his gaze locked in a scathing one of her own.

“Don’t pretend. You can’t not know. Everyone knows. Too many know.”

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Now he knows this girl is crazy, but either way he doesn’t know where she got these insane, slanderous notions. Cherubim looked at this crazy girl with narrowed eyes.

“I don’t know where you got such accusations, but I won’t take you talking about my br—the future Duke in such a manner! Apologize this instant and leave, you empty-headed little girl!”

He had enough authority for that, surely.

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"Oh?" she spat. This boy was surely a loon, a poser.

"Have you any authority here, a crazy pseudo-servant to a dead line? Are you going to cast me out and tend to your happy little mansion?"

On impulse, she began to run to the door, intending to pull it open and expose his fraud.

[musingpoetry]

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closed rp with thediscardedpast

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“…” Amabilis was silent for a moment before saying, “The only trickery I see here is from you! Sateriasis Venomania was killed years ago. And the rest of the immediate family– why– I don’t know, precisely, they’re gone now, by whatever hand he had. Or at least I believe he had.”

“Sati was…killed…?”

Cherubim’s going to stare at her with wide eyes. This is the first that he’s heard of any of this, but now he feels a little bit scared just to hear that. “H-how is that possible?”

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"...'Sati'? 'Sati'?!" Amabilis was very upset now, her eyes wide and bright with indignation. "How dare you talk about a serial rapist and kidnapper and the gods know what else in any sort of-- of-- of endearing manner?"

She advanced, swaying slightly in the wind, but keeping his gaze locked in a scathing one of her own.

"Don't pretend. You can't not know. Everyone knows. Too many know."

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closed rp with thediscardedpast

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He hadn’t meant to show his face so easily to her—-and a girl. His face turned a different color and he covered up half of his face with with hands, shrinking back.

“-I–I’m s–my name is C-Cherubim, I serve on this estate,” he murmured.

This girl was the one throwing rocks…? She wasn’t like the usual rowdy boys.

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“…..What?” Amabilis hissed. Suddenly gaining an upper hand, she approached the boy with a tense posture.

“What estate? This mansion is abandoned, you know. No family can buy it with its…” She hesitated. “History. The next resident here will inherit all its… Controversies.”

She straightened slowly and looked on at him, cold and very miffed.

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He looks back at the mansion. Somehow, it does look a little less….well kept than it was a moment ago. “N…no…but my master is currently living here. The Venomania family has lived here for decades…”

He’s getting a bit cold too. It wasn’t this cold before…

“What kind of trick is this?”

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"..." Amabilis was silent for a moment before saying, "The only trickery I see here is from you! Sateriasis Venomania was killed years ago. And the rest of the immediate family-- why-- I don't know, precisely, they're gone now, by whatever hand he had. Or at least I believe he had."

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closed rp with thediscardedpast

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Cherubim was just hoping that he would get through the day without getting into too much trouble with the other servants of the mansion. He just went out as soon as possible, got dressed, looked no one in the eye and hurried out to the garden.

The sun was out today….it wasn’t that bad. 

So he was just gardening, until he heard some stones being thrown at the facade of the mansion. “….?”

Was someone really this stupid? 

He started to walk to the other side, wondering if it had anything to do with him.

“Who’s throwing stones?”

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“–?” Amabilis reeled around and saw before her a… Could it be…?

“W-Who are you?!” she stammered. A man in the image of the Demon, with a horrendous mark… Was that a face?

What cruel prank was this?

[thediscardedpast]

He hadn’t meant to show his face so easily to her—-and a girl. His face turned a different color and he covered up half of his face with with hands, shrinking back.

“-I–I’m s–my name is C-Cherubim, I serve on this estate,” he murmured.

This girl was the one throwing rocks…? She wasn’t like the usual rowdy boys.

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".....What?" Amabilis hissed. Suddenly gaining an upper hand, she approached the boy with a tense posture.

"What estate? This mansion is abandoned, you know. No family can buy it with its..." She hesitated. "History. The next resident here will inherit all its... Controversies."

She straightened slowly and looked on at him, cold and very miffed.

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closed rp with thediscardedpast

Amabilis’s body trembled slightly from the cold, her small back pressed against a tree for cover.

She’d accepted a rendezvous with her lady friend to this country on a whim, hopping into the carriage with the half-Asmodean Monet. Holding hands and chatting all the way, Monet’s light, gentle touch did not serve to dispel the subject matter that made Amabilis very nervous indeed.

“My father wants me,” Monet had practically sang, “he wants to see me!”

And then Amabilis could return to her previous fears. No longer did Monet’s innocence and beauty charm her.

Father. Amabilis had realized with a jolt that this trip was distancing her from one father…

…And putting her in the land of another.

That night, she couldn’t sleep, with the Venomania mansion standing tall and sickeningly proud.

Just a house, she’d told herself, only a house… But in her fretful dreams that night, the house was dark and dizzying, large and endless as she tried to get out, a maze, a prison…

One that her mind was trapped in. Even she knew that Sateriasis Venomania was far too alive in her mind, far too preoccupying.

That was what had brought her to its gates. She’d wanted some kind of closure, some kind of validation that the Demon was gone, leaving behind nothing but an empty mansion.

Instead, Amabilis saw before her the reminder to this city of… Him.

“Demon–!” She hurled another stone at the mansion, weakly hitting its side wall.

“Fiend!” She tried again, and again, hitting the wall and the door.

“Despicable…” Wait, was someone coming?

[thediscardedpast]

Cherubim was just hoping that he would get through the day without getting into too much trouble with the other servants of the mansion. He just went out as soon as possible, got dressed, looked no one in the eye and hurried out to the garden.

The sun was out today….it wasn’t that bad. 

So he was just gardening, until he heard some stones being thrown at the facade of the mansion. “….?”

Was someone really this stupid? 

He started to walk to the other side, wondering if it had anything to do with him.

“Who’s throwing stones?”

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"--?" Amabilis reeled around and saw before her a... Could it be...?

"W-Who are you?!" she stammered. A man in the image of the Demon, with a horrendous mark... Was that a face?

What cruel prank was this?

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closed rp with thediscardedpast

Amabilis's body trembled slightly from the cold, her small back pressed against a tree for cover. She'd accepted a rendezvous with her lady friend to this country on a whim, hopping into the carriage with the half-Asmodean Monet. Holding hands and chatting all the way, Monet's light, gentle touch did not serve to dispel the subject matter that made Amabilis very nervous indeed. "My father wants me," Monet had practically sang, "he wants to see me!" And then Amabilis could return to her previous fears. No longer did Monet's innocence and beauty charm her. Father. Amabilis had realized with a jolt that this trip was distancing her from one father... ...And putting her in the land of another. That night, she couldn't sleep, with the Venomania mansion standing tall and sickeningly proud. Just a house, she'd told herself, only a house... But in her fretful dreams that night, the house was dark and dizzying, large and endless as she tried to get out, a maze, a prison... One that her mind was trapped in. Even she knew that Sateriasis Venomania was far too alive in her mind, far too preoccupying. That was what had brought her to its gates. She'd wanted some kind of closure, some kind of validation that the Demon was gone, leaving behind nothing but an empty mansion. Instead, Amabilis saw before her the reminder to this city of... Him. "Demon--!" She hurled another stone at the mansion, weakly hitting its side wall. "Fiend!" She tried again, and again, hitting the wall and the door. "Despicable..." Wait, was someone coming?

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Childhood headcanon:

Amabilis as a child valued strength and bravery, and shared her father’s sympathy for Kachess Crim. While Toy was cautiously torn between his friend and the Princess, his daughter was enraptured by the image of a heroic revolutionary. Soon, her own paranoia eroded her desire to be as brave as Kachess.

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“–Ah? Whatever do you mean?” Amabilis asked. A madwoman here? “Why, then, is she allowed here…?”

The air felt colder suddenly, and Amabilis held her arms to her sides instinctively.

[pretentious-servant-girl]

“She and the little ones that follow her around guard this whole place.” Waiter stated matter-of-factly. “I don’t know how you missed her, but be thankful that you did. Most people who meet her, well…” She shifted from one foot to another. “They don’t usually come back. See this theater is, well, not your normal theater. Lots of sketchy stuff goes on down here, even without Grave and her servants.”

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“But– Wait, what exactly happens here?” Amabilis squeaked, feeling the impulse to step closer to the girl, whose stage name felt comically jarring now, for security.

Instead, she looked around and held her arms tighter.

[pretentious-servant-girl]

“Well, you see…” The girl laughed awkwardly. “I hate to tell you this, but pretty much everyone who comes about this way is basically screwed. There are essentially three things that can happen at this point. One is that you meet the Master of the Graveyard and her servants. As I said before, they guard the place, so they have to get rid of all the visitors and the way they do that is, well…” She shifted from foot to foot, pausing for a few moments before she decided to just tell the other outright.

“They eat them. Rather, the servants cook them, and then Grave eats them. Yeah, not pretty.” Waiter cleared her throat before quickly moving to the next topic. “The next thing that could happen is you meet the Master of the Court. She’s the doll in the theater, all dressed in blue with long twin tails in her hair. Anyone who gets past Grave will get sent to her, where they will receive their last judgment and basically get sent to hell. I could bore you with the details, but basically her father had this vision of Utopia and she somehow thinks the only way that’ll happen is if she condemns everyone. Now the third thing that can happen to you once you get here happened once and only once, and that was a man that met me.” Waiter smiled proudly at this. “I don’t usually have much to do with the people that come into the forest, but this guy came here looking for a way to undo a curse that he has. He was put on trial by Court, but I came in and saved him. So now he’s my Gardner and he stays here and does chores around the theater.”

Once she was done with the explanation, Waiter nodded affirmatively. “So yeah, that’s basically it. Welcome to Evil’s Theater!”

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“…Is this an unorthodox p-performance…?” Amabilis said, trembling. “Or are you joking? What is your real name?”

She stepped back.

“You’re… Stop being so cruel! This isn’t funny!”

[pretentious-servant-girl]

“I’m not being cruel!” The girl scoffed. “I’m just stating the facts here. Everything I’ve said is a hundred percent true.” Waiter crossed her arms, shaking her head slowly from side to side. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re so lucky I found you before the others did~! Just think of what might have happened had someone else found you.”

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"Why am I lucky? What might I have to do now...?" Amabilis didn't quite believe it, but...

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“–Ah? Whatever do you mean?” Amabilis asked. A madwoman here? “Why, then, is she allowed here…?”

The air felt colder suddenly, and Amabilis held her arms to her sides instinctively.

[pretentious-servant-girl]

“She and the little ones that follow her around guard this whole place.” Waiter stated matter-of-factly. “I don’t know how you missed her, but be thankful that you did. Most people who meet her, well…” She shifted from one foot to another. “They don’t usually come back. See this theater is, well, not your normal theater. Lots of sketchy stuff goes on down here, even without Grave and her servants.”

[violet-tainted-crimson]

“But– Wait, what exactly happens here?” Amabilis squeaked, feeling the impulse to step closer to the girl, whose stage name felt comically jarring now, for security.

Instead, she looked around and held her arms tighter.

[pretentious-servant-girl]

“Well, you see…” The girl laughed awkwardly. “I hate to tell you this, but pretty much everyone who comes about this way is basically screwed. There are essentially three things that can happen at this point. One is that you meet the Master of the Graveyard and her servants. As I said before, they guard the place, so they have to get rid of all the visitors and the way they do that is, well…” She shifted from foot to foot, pausing for a few moments before she decided to just tell the other outright.

“They eat them. Rather, the servants cook them, and then Grave eats them. Yeah, not pretty.” Waiter cleared her throat before quickly moving to the next topic. “The next thing that could happen is you meet the Master of the Court. She’s the doll in the theater, all dressed in blue with long twin tails in her hair. Anyone who gets past Grave will get sent to her, where they will receive their last judgment and basically get sent to hell. I could bore you with the details, but basically her father had this vision of Utopia and she somehow thinks the only way that’ll happen is if she condemns everyone. Now the third thing that can happen to you once you get here happened once and only once, and that was a man that met me.” Waiter smiled proudly at this. “I don’t usually have much to do with the people that come into the forest, but this guy came here looking for a way to undo a curse that he has. He was put on trial by Court, but I came in and saved him. So now he’s my Gardner and he stays here and does chores around the theater.”

Once she was done with the explanation, Waiter nodded affirmatively. “So yeah, that’s basically it. Welcome to Evil’s Theater!”

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"...Is this an unorthodox p-performance...?" Amabilis said, trembling. "Or are you joking? What is your real name?"

She stepped back.

"You're... Stop being so cruel! This isn't funny!"

[violet-tainted-crimson]

“–Ah? Whatever do you mean?” Amabilis asked. A madwoman here? “Why, then, is she allowed here…?”

The air felt colder suddenly, and Amabilis held her arms to her sides instinctively.

[pretentious-servant-girl]

“She and the little ones that follow her around guard this whole place.” Waiter stated matter-of-factly. “I don’t know how you missed her, but be thankful that you did. Most people who meet her, well…” She shifted from one foot to another. “They don’t usually come back. See this theater is, well, not your normal theater. Lots of sketchy stuff goes on down here, even without Grave and her servants.”

[violet-tainted-crimson]

“But-- Wait, what exactly happens here?” Amabilis squeaked, feeling the impulse to step closer to the girl, whose stage name felt comically jarring now, for security.

Instead, she looked around and held her arms tighter.