impersonation of evil

DOUBT and DECEPTION, hatred and resentment... No matter how gloriously they sang the praises of human good, evil was still born among them. affiliated rp blog.

[weakestevil]

got caught by the activity check but yeah, still here

I wanna try to have Angra interact with more people so here’s a starter call

cap is at 3!

[weakestevil]

moonstudentmagus:

Angra Mainyu? Really? OK, she realized she did feel a vague recollection of that woman from his presence despite the otherwise completely different demeanor but… Well, first off, the fact that he was a Servant at all means he can’t be the Angra Mainyu. Gods cannot be incarnated as Legendary Souls and summoned as Servants unless they have a mortal avatar that qualifies on their own merits, such as Amaterasu incarnating as a certain jackal.

It was possible that this Avenger was some mortal avatar of Angra Mainyu, but as far as Hakuno knew, no records of such an avatar existed. The familiarity she felt, her experiences with Angra Mainyu/CCC…it was more likely that he was a man who took on the evils of humanity for whatever reason, a sacrifice to those evils. This wasn’t a theory she was 100% on though, Avenger’s physical manifestation and presence was far below the demonic atrocity of Heaven’s Hole. He seemed like…just an ordinary man with tattoos and a bad attitude.

She made no further attempt to escape, instead standing firmly planted in place. “Do I have this right?” Her words were a quiet tone to match his own. “The Zoroastrian embodiment of All the World’s Evil manages to qualify as a Legendary Soul despite his status as a Divine Spirit. He incarnates not as a grand demon who can envelop the entire world-” she cringed slightly as she said this. “-but as an ill tempered man who goes around shirtless and gets upset at weakling Masters teasing him.”

She sighed. “That’s why I questioned myself about you being some embodiment of evil. It didn’t make sense to me since you seem more…obnoxious and petty than the levels of evil and maliciousness such a title implies.” Hakuno, don’t push him. “… I somehow doubt someone like you was born Angra Mainyu, assuming if you aren’t just lying to me entirely. Who are you?” 

Ouch now’s that harsh.

With one unforgiving word after the other taking a stab at his mood, his cocky overconfident self has nothing much to do but wipe that vicious smile off his face. It’s pathetic, but everything she just said about being petty and ill-tempered and even about getting upset over weak Masters pulling his leg is true. But she’s wrong about one thing. Sure, he’s a sore loser who puts the name ‘Angra Mainyu’, the great nemesis of Zoroastrianism, the god of evil, to shame... if the name ever deserved such an overly friggin’ grand scale. Seriously, the name ‘Angra Mainyu’ should’ve been known as the god of pebbles or something. Something small. That’s what such a bothersome name deserves. Too bad history’s full of crap and just couldn’t let him have his work cut out for him but that’s a rant for another time, so he’ll have to continue to pour rotten effort into a rotten name.

Nonetheless whether she’s right or wrong about something as bothersome as his own name, it bugs him to hear her yap like she knows what she’s talking about and insult him like he didn’t just threaten her and yank her around moments ago. She isn’t Master either so he doesn’t feel like being forgiving and letting her insults slide. Though speaking of Master, he can’t exactly do much to get back at this annoying girl can he? ‘Master wouldn’t like that’, at this rate it’ll become a mantra that reminds him to hold back. Like a leash. Yeah, a leash. That sounds about right.

“Slander. This is slander. My whole meaning of life has just been defiled by your words.” His tone drips with sarcasm. “Listen up you flat-chested plain-faced Master,” he leans in close, stares at her dead in the eye. “If I wanted to lie to you, I would’ve already done so the second you mistook me for one of those damn alters.”

He pulls away, though the grip he still has on her wrist tightens for a moment. ( How much more pressure until he leaves more than just a nasty looking bruise on her wrist? ) “The Holy Grail isn’t holy. Shouldn’t you know that already, dear victor?” He says mockingly. “The name Angra Mainyu isn’t a name fit for a hero, that’s for sure.” What a big joke that’d be. He chuckles. “But exceptions exist. Divine spirits, All the World’s Evil... Even the Grail can’t deny those. And if they aren’t exactly living up to their namesake?” Like himself, of course. “Well, no one told you to have high expectations.”

[sinceremoon-deactivated20180209]

Value me

LEAVE A “VALUE ME” IN MY ASK, AND I’LL WRITE A DRABBLE ABOUT MY CHARACTER TELLING YOURS HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT THEM.

@weakestevil - This drabble is like 4 pages long, and I wrote so much and I hope you enjoy it fjkadckdjf

Setting: Before Stella City / Before Solomon Temple

Value. What does it mean to value someone?

Keep reading

[weakestevil]

sinceremoon:

She had so many things on her mind, it had disappeared immediately when her eyes set on him. Happiness and confusion was mixed together. Whether this was good or bad feeling, it was hard to describe. Especially since it was him, Avenger also known as Angra Mainyu. Yet, she ignores this and she smiles vibrantly. He’s her Servant, (a friend or even dearest companion, if she dares says it out loud), a familiar face that eases her loneliness and pain from being in an unfamiliar place. Despite the fact that he’s so unexpected, she’s absolutely grateful that he’s here.

Even if the fact he warns her over and over again, that she shouldn’t lower her guard around him or keep her distance from him, who else can she trust right now?

Then he like ever before ruins the mood. She snorts slightly in return while rolling her eyes mocking him. Hand at her hip, she sticks her tongue out at him. “Fine, fine! Weakest servant! I however as your Master is allowed to think that you’re strong once in awhile.” She folds her arm and looks away, “Yeah, yeah! I get it. Don’t come to me when someone besides yourself calls you weak!” A false frown on her face, but she’s giggling a little. It was so nice somehow or another to argue with him like this.

She recoils slightly when he asks about being her only option, only to look away. Clasping her hand over her arm, she looks a bit glum deciding to let him answer that himself. The cruel reminder came back at her hard. Mash nor her other Servants wasn’t with her. A low sigh of exasperation came out and she looked back at him. “Oh gee! I don’t know! Protect me from the terrifying, militant sheep or something?” A look of annoyance appears and she’s this close to flick him on the forehead, but decides against it. ‘Good old Avenger. Being annoying and unuseful as ever. At least…’ She stops her thoughts, ‘He’ll scold me if I told him, that he can be good company. Definitely.’ A scolding by him would not sound so great… the thought of it ticked her off.

She’s almost lost in thoughts for a second there or two when Avenger speaks to her, disrupting her thoughts. Ah, he wanted to see her Command Seals. She becomes a pokered face as she nods at him quietly. Unhesitatingly, she pulls off her fingerless gloves off of her scarred and marked right hand. Putting upwards showing her intact Command Seals. She closes her eyes, “I’m not sure… but this city is kind of strange.”

He can't deny the disappointment he feels when he sees that blinding smile which only Master could pull off for even an evil entity like himself disappear. Yet at the time same time, he can't help but feel relieved that he no longer has to withstand Master's radiant expression, the true brunt of her seemingly unlimited kindness. But still, even if Master's teasing appears to be her own charming way of countering his habit of tainting that pure joy of hers, he would've preferred agonizing over her kindness than her teasing any day. Of course, he's really exaggerating on the damage a weak Servant like him could possibly receive from a few jabs but his pride as a sore loser is at stake here! So with his and her luck in mind, he'll have to look forward to the day he can remind Master that he told her he’d be even more useless than usual should there ever be an... actual terrifying, militant sheep running havoc like it’s some sort of fake Berserker. But for now, it’s time to confirm some things about that collar of his in the form of those Command Seals on Master’s hand.

Except he can't help but stare intently at Master for easily complying with his request. How trusting, how careless. Isn’t she nervous about showing off her Command Seals to him without knowing his intentions? Doesn’t she remember that the only thing that had kept him under control back then ( back when their Master-Servant relationship was extremely rocky ) were those Command Seals? If those Command Seals don’t work, just what exactly are they going to do? He told Master not to trust him and he trusted himself not to care, but look where they are now. ( If those Command Seals don’t work, will nothing change at all? )

He tears away from his thoughts ( and in turn, manages to drag his stare down to finally look at Master’s hand instead ), realizing he must’ve kept quiet for a bit too long now. He raises an eyebrow and gives her a lopsided smile.“Oh come on, Master.” He snickers. “I’d say this city isn’t just kind of strange. Have you seen the weirdos walking around here?”  Surely she won’t notice his inner turmoil if he jokes around. “But I’ll tell ya now, there was one weirdo I really could’ve done without meeting!”

He finds himself feeling content with looking at Master’s hand at first. The compelling sight of scars and burn marks all over Master’s hand is something he’ll never get tired of. But then he noticed the Command Seals and... that was the problem. He noticed them after he distracted himself with the scars on Master’s hands. “Well then.” The Command Seals usually have a certain air to them, but now? Those red markings might as well be a tattoo. “I’m done looking.” He says slowly, but he still continues to stare at those useless markings. “So the Command Seals are useless? Hey, Master... What do you think about that?” He had to ask. He wanted to know what Master was thinking. “Are you worried?” 

[weakestevil]

back from hiatus ( tho I should’ve been back yesterday whoops )! I’ll be working on replies for the rest of the week, but I might post a starter call later today or tomorrow 

[shinrishiken]

@weakestevil liked for a starter !

Complicated technology was such a hassle, the detective had trouble figuring out how to work the self-checkout machine. It was a struggle figuring out how to scan his purchases or even how to pay for it at all. He’s gotten about as far as pressing the start button… that was one thing he figured out how to do, at least.

Oh. It appeared that someone was now making fun of him. He seemed unfazed by it however, too busy trying to determine how to correctly scan the barcode. “Geez! These machines are so pesky. I can’t even find what buttons to press on this thing… such a bother.”

[weakestevil]

Shopping like an ordinary person is familiar and foreign at the same time. On one hand, he’s never really had to do something as mundane as shopping. He’s a Servant. He’s All the World’s Evil. Doing something like that hasn’t ever really been his job. But on the other hand, the memories of Emiya Shirou seems to do a good job at flooding his head with all these false reminders that he has in fact shopped before like an ordinary person because how else would he know what he’s doing.

He snorts. Though he’s not sure he can say the same about the person in front of him. “Hey, hey, you! You’re... ” He laughs. “You’re starting a line!” Not really. He’s the only one waiting. But that doesn’t him from jeering. “Using these machines isn’t supposed to be hard, y’know? So hurry up and get to it already!”

[weakestevil]

one reply down, three more to go.

I’m writing at a snail’s pace but I got this

[weakestevil]

moonstudentmagus:

He really wasn’t letting her go. She was tempted to just push past him and keep going; he was a Servant but what power he may or may not have was likely dampened here in the city. But the way he chattered, how he challenged her to hear him out, she couldn’t refuse him. She was stubborn like that, it seems they had that in common.

She couldn’t say he was wrong about Extra Classes. Of the two she directly knew of Ruler seemed to be a purely administrative class with all the advantages that’d imply and Savior seemed like just a cheat class, a powerful container to summon powerful, world saving Servants. Was Avenger, and she couldn’t believe that was actually a real thing, a cheat class too? A Servant of Vengeance sounded especially like something unfair to summon, though this Avenger….didn’t look the part.

“Oh, so impotently lashing out is just your personal skill then.” He set himself up for that and while she wanted to just walk away, if he would have her stay, he’d be prepared for it.

Why did she call him the embodiment of evil? To be honest, he reminded her today of all the people she felt naturally opposed to. These people were ultimately evil humans who wished suffering upon others for their own selfish reasons. Some of them believed they were helping bring humanity salvation in the long run, others just wanted to indulge their wicked desires, but there is no doubt in her mind that they were evil. “It’s like I said. You reminded me of multiple different people who I naturally dislike, evil people. To invoke all of those people, with separate goals and desires, what else could you be but All the World’s Evil?”

Her voice calmed again, reflecting properly on those people made her realize something. “But I was wrong to call you that. I don’t know you. You are just a rude Servant who happened to push at my buttons.” She tried to pull away from his grasp now, not to move past him, but to get some distance.

“If I didn’t waste my question already, may I ask your True Name? There is no Grail War in Stella City, I don’t think there is even death.” There was a graveyard, at least, but she never recalled even hearing of a funeral in town.

Even if he was curious about her answer, even if he had a feeling her answer would be on the right track ( after all, she’d guessed his class correctly without knowing a damn thing about it ), he doesn’t like what he’s hearing at all. He doesn’t want to hear her call him All the World’s Evil even if that’s what he is. Because she isn’t his Master? Because she’s dangerously good at guessing? Because it shouldn’t be the most obvious thing in the world to a Master who just found out the Avenger Class is real? It doesn’t matter what the reason is. It still pisses him off.

But what really pisses him off is how easily she writes herself off for calling him All the World’s Evil. She’s saying she was wrong? Wrong after giving him that utterly naive and simple explanation as to why he is what he is? He wants to look insulted. He wants to laugh. He wants tear her apart even more. Instead, he keeps a blank face and wonders if Master will forgive him for letting loose just for a few seconds. ( Of course she won’t ). 

“...My True Name?” He can’t help but think for a moment that this annoying girl has some nerve asking for his True Name when she can probably figure it out for herself. --But that’s right, he reminds himself, she can’t figure it out right now because she just had to doubt herself. “Hmm...” Jeez, for someone whose either really good at guessing or has a pretty impressive intuition, it sure failed her this time. But... doesn’t that mean he gets to spell out the answer to a question she could’ve answered on her own? Putting it that way lifts up his mood a little.

“My True Name!” He says again, though with a lot more energy this time. The smile he gives her is one full of false innocence. “Of course, of course! I’ll answer that completely useless question of yours with pleasure! But first--” He roughly pulls at her wrist, wanting to shatter that distance she pathetically tried to put between them. ( Surely Master will forgive him for at least this level of violence ). “Don’t move away, ‘kay? Giving out my True Name to some annoying girl?” Especially without Master’s permission? “It ain’t easy for me, y’know! But because I’m doing it anyway, the least I can do is say it quietly, right?” The way he says it makes it seem like it was an obvious thing to do. “That’s why you can’t move away! Got it?” And for the heck of it, he gently tugs at her wrist. 

“That intuition of yours really is amazing.” He hates it. He praises her anyway. “So why’d you doubt yourself, plain face? Calling me All the World’s Evil...! Don’t you know how right you were?” There’s no point in keeping up with his fake innocent smile so he replaces it with a wide manic grin. “After all,” he says quietly, like he said he would, “my name’s Angra Mainyu. Have you heard of me? I’m everyone’s extreeemely convenient evil being.”

[weakestevil]

❥ :Opinion on love from the first sight

Love is a strong as hate, right? That means if hating someone or something from the first sight is possible, then loving someone or something from the first sight is probably possible as well. ( And if that’s the case, he really wants to have nothing to do with the whole love at first sight thing ).

[weakestevil]

☂ : Favorite weather

Clear skies and warm temperatures because that means there’s nothing stopping him from going outside to mess around.

[weakestevil]

Your master?

He likes Master, who seems to so easily accept him and trust him and treat him kindly despite him being All The World’s Evil. It’s very different from his previous Master, who seemed to enjoy having long and deep conversations with him yet still keep him at arms length. 

But he isn’t trying to say Master is better than his previous Master, comparing a Master he’s had before with his current one isn’t really his style. What he’s trying to point out is that undeniable distance between him and that woman wasn’t wrong. 

As a matter of fact, that distance is what he and Master should have as well. He’s All The World’s Evil, after all! Master should hurry up and be more wary of him! Stop praising him already! Stop saying he isn’t the weakest Servant! And seriously, stop giving him that blinding smile already! Doesn’t she know that smile of hers is filing his mind with all these mushy emotions he shouldn’t have?! That really isn’t supposed to happen! It’s not easy pretending those emotions don’t exist!

( Ah but he’ll say it once more before he’ll feel like disappearing for screwing up this badly. He likes Master. To the point where he’s fine remaining loyal to Master even in this city where he isn’t tied down by Command Seals. But still… Wouldn’t it be really dangerous if she found out? )

@sinceremoon

[weakestevil]

The Master you had before Yuu, if you remember them?

That serious and self-righteous woman? Of course he remembers her. The story he had with her isn’t one he’ll ever forget.

He remembers their late night conversations on vengeance and killing and unearthing his past.He remembers saving that Master who acted reckless for once and getting no praise and thinking ‘yeah, I got stuck with some spoiled princess’. He remembers talking about love and trust and thinking ‘don’t pity me! If you’re going to pity me, come back with love instead! Please love me, that’s it’.

He remembers dying by her side over and over again in a pointless war for his and her pointless wishes.

He remembers saving that woman because of the both of them, she was the only one who deserved a true happy ending.

That “hero of justice” no longer has anything to do with him, but the memories he has of her are without a doubt something he holds dear.

[weakestevil]

☠ : Opinion on death

Killing is fun, but death? He doesn’t really care much about it. Dying happens all the time ( it sure as heck has happened to him often ) so the only thing anyone can do is deal with it, right?

[weakestevil]

➶☯

➶ : Opinion on killing

‘I’ll kill everything. If I don’t, I’m not going to be able to stay insane. If I don’t, I won’t be able to bear with sanity.’ –Once, in a story that no longer has anything to do with him, these words of his were his only thoughts on killing. During that time, he had a Master who would only allow him fight when it was necessary. When it came to killing, it had to be nothing less than a daily routine of his so being held back by that troublesome Master really drove him up a wall.

Though with his current Master, those urges of his seems to have calmed down even if he doesn’t fight very often. At the moment, killing sounds like a nice way to let the time pass.

☯: Do they believe in karma?

He does, to a certain extent. He believes in bad karma but good karma? There’s no way something like that is a definite for anyone. Fate doesn’t work that way, in his opinion.

[weakestevil]

◎ : Opinion on lying

Lying, lying, lying. What a wonderful thing! Though he himself hardly ever lies ( unless deliberately hiding things counts as lying ), he loves the deception and untruthfulness behind lies because it’s an act of human sin. And of all the things he loves the most about humans, of course it would have to be the evil within them since it’s his one and only favorite sustenance!

[memesgaloor]

ask my character about anyone in their life!

playable characters, npcs, anything! ask about relationships, current ones, failed ones, poke and prod them for answers about people that mean a lot to them!

[rp-starters-ask-box-fillers]

Send me symbol for my muse’s opinion:

☠ : Opinion on death ➶ : Opinion on killing ☮: Opinion on peace ☯: Do they believe in karma? ✤ : Do they believe in luck? ✟ : Religious beliefs ♂ : Sexuality ☿: Opinion on gender ❤: Opinion on love ❥ :Opinion on love from the first sight ♞: Favorite animal(s) ☕: Favorite food(s) ♛ : Opinion on outer beauty ☀ : Favorite season(s) ☽ : Favorite time of day ☂ : Favorite weather ◎ : Opinion on lying