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I have officially moved here : @xorcists
I have officially moved here : @xorcists
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Thinkin’ about archiving & remaking. I’ll keep certain threads but generally I have too much going on to even attempt to catch up. Remade blog will probably be private and extremely selective.
Plotted starter for @thirdemeritus
A small subsection of ‘PINK PANTHERS’ nightclub in Los Angeles vibrates with rhythmic bass as one female sips on a 'pink whitney daiquiri', her onyx hues drifting in search of someone to dig her claws into, and as the hours passed, no one captured her attention, that is until a very unique and familiar face walks in. It's her infernal heritage that causes his visage to resonate with her memory, after all, every hellspawn knows all about the 'Clergy' in the human world ( of course there was far more to it than that ). Verosika had eyes for the Emeritus family since Nihil had performed Kiss the Go-Goat at Whiskey a Go-Go, course she never had an opportunity to cozy up to him or any of his kin. . .but perhaps tonight would prove to be different, after all, the youngest had arrived alone and was looking even more delicious than he had in the magazines.
The bubblegum pink drink is polished off before she stands, approaching the bar where she'd order two French martinis ( a drink he mentioned in an interview ). After looking at a few of the posse members, her onyx hue moves to the Papa before nodding away, silently requesting not to be interrupted. Two martini's are slid over to her and are justly paid with a 'special' pink credit card. After grabbing the drinks, she approaches the couch that's a bit more tucked away, bending forward with one arm extended and extending the drink to the Papa.
❝━━Papa, hope you don’t mind my interruption…I saw you and I had to have a moment of your time…Of course I’m not opposed to more if you’d allow it.❞ Her glossy onyx lips glisten with a smile, her head tilting in anticipation. If he had accepted her attention, she’d waste no time by taking a seat on his lap, her free hand resting across his shoulders as she glances down to meet his gaze. Lashes flutter, a soft hum of amusement escaping her before she crosses her legs, a slow sip taken of her drink. ❝ Can’t say I ever thought I’d see you here, is this your first time ? ❞
@xorcists sent some pain from a while ago:
❛ You always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜ From Verosika
God damn it, why did it have to be her? Didn’t he already say he had enough of her? Why did she keep coming back; just to torment him? He certainly wasn’t having any of it, his body language already telling her to basically fuck off. No eye contact, arms crossed along his chest.
— “ Well, look where that got you. If you already knew that, I don’t know what you expected from me besides that. ”
For the SUCCUBITCH, obsession came accompanied by a torrent of wrath born of a betrayal that hit harder than━━Let me rephrase that, BlitzO was being used for her own sick & twisted entertainment ( from what anyone knew ). Hell had its layers but, nothing got her off more than seeing her LEAST favorite imp being forced to indulge her company, the bevy of insults at the tip of her tongue.
❝ Aww, what’s wrong BlitzO ? Getting your panties in a knot so soon ? Here I thought enough time had passed and that we could move PAST things. ❞ Verosika glances down, her circular lens sliding down her nose so that her vibrant hues could lock with the imp’s own. ❝ But you know what…You are TOTALLY right, what the fuck was I thinking ? ❞ A hurl of sharp giggles leaves her glossy black lips, her hand lifting to cup her mouth before it finds her hip as she shifts her body weight. ❝ You know, it’s all going to come crashing down on you, right? Your little crew—yeah…Soon enough they are going to realize what a piece of SHIT you are, and once again you’ll be all alone and I’ll REVEL in watching you SUFFER…Course that’s if you don’t DIE first. ❞
@xorcists sent: ❝ Are you stalking me or something? ❞ // from blitzo
Red eyes stared down at the imp, narrowing her eyes behind her heart-shaped sunglasses. Slowly she took them off and scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Uhm,” She clicked her tongue against her cheek. “Last time I checked, this a public park for EVERYONE. Not everything is yours, Blitzo. And how the fuck was I suppose to know that you were here?”
❝ OH GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK ! ❞ Scarlet hues roll, arms crossing as the imp provides a dramatic shrug, ❝ You must really be a DUMB shit if you didn't see MY van in the goddamn parking lot. ❞ A pause, his eyes snapping back toward hers. ❝ Then again, you ARE a drunken whore so. . . ❞ He grins coyly, revealing his sharp teeth. ❝━━So what the fuck brings you here anyway ? I somehow DOUBT you came here for the scenery. ❞
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Infernal twins sit idle, under the heavy burdens of boredom and exhaustion. A bevy of howls was offered by the younger of the two on this faithful evening, but the elder ignored the cries of ‘anguish’ with a quiet sigh━━The two of them have always been this way… . .. From the beginning, their teeth and claws raked against other hellspawn that threatened their existence. A sea of hellfire & brimstone surrounds them as a reminder of what failure might bring. Having worked hard for nearly a century, the eldest twin became THE best warrior Lucifer ever encountered.
As a mature, ferocious, and strong-willed demon, HE had found her to be his designated insider into the Satanic Clergy in the material world… Her only wish for the work is that her brother joins her ( without his knowledge, of course )…After all, she was painfully aware of what fate would await him if she had abandoned him. The transition was VERY difficult━━First being the dramatic temperature shift, followed by dictations of 'manners’ the two of them were oblivious to due to their origin. After a month of indoctrination, they received their specialized masks to obscure their infernal heritage so that they may blend in with the rest of the clergy members in the abbey.
Storm finds herself lingering in the ill hours of the night in the kitchen so that she might fetch two glasses of piping hot unsweetened tea ( a ferocious blend of chai and nectarine spices ) for herself and her brother… On the way back to her chamber, she passes the Cardinal in the hall who requests she and her brother visit him that evening. Despite being welcoming, she is uneasy about the meeting as a whole. Nevertheless, she accepts the invitation. It is what Satan would expect from her, after all.
Lightning receives strict instructions regarding the evening as they prepare for their meeting from his elder sister, and while he didn’t see the BIG deal over the meeting, he agreed to trust her instinct (…It hadn’t led them astray yet anyway, and if she was wrong she’d pick up his chores for a month to make up for it. ) Each of the infernal twins donned a specialized caftan patterned with holographic decals depicting all manner of satanic imagery, a crucifix hanging from the neck as the centerpiece, and as usual, Lightning wore gold, Storm a steel-blue chrome ( Who had easily stood out among the other chrome wearing Ghoulettes. ). Beneath their caftan, they wear black bodysuits & balaclavas to obscure any of their defining features.
The pair had exited their room, arms linked together as they made their way through the abbey to the designated meeting space, and when they arrive Storm already feels something brewing in her stomach, her brows scrunching as she and her brother bow to the Cardinal, ❝…Thank you for such a generous invitation. My brother and I are gracious for such…‘intimacy’…I imagine whatever you have planned is most fruitful, I’m sure. ❞ Storm speaks for them, her brother at her side, their hands still linked together, though Lightning is quick to nod—the notion is met with a sharp side-leer before she glances back to the Cardinal, her arm pulling from his as she takes the lead into the room.
Nostrils flare beneath the chrome cowl at the strong smells of the incense as she takes in her surroundings, turning once Copia had spoken again. ❝ We would be glad to answer any questions you may have. Isn’t that correct, Lightning ? ❞ A meandering glance with the roll of her neck, which is only met by another nod, this one a bit unsure as he slowly follows his sister into the dark chamber.
❝━━What plagues your mind, Cardinal ? ❞
A hunger runs rampant as she watches the priest, her eyes half-lidded as a feign of anguish resides presently on her sculpted features. It had only been a few days, yes━━but she finds herself enthralled by John and his insight. Elizabeth had abandoned God the instant the veil was lifted. The appetites, her transcendence━━it ASSURED she was damned and if God was truly there, he had guided her down this wicked path, which. . .at the end, she knew she would find total and utter suffocation. Peace in death would never be an option while living at the Cortez━━in fact it would become an eternal purgatory paired with a man she DESPISES.
Despite the priests insight, The Countess finds the sentiments spoken to be quite naïve. Brows knit, pain still apparent though she provides a small faint smile, his assumption offering a pained huff of amusement before she glances away, finishing off her drink before setting it onto the coffee table. Stiletto's tap at the glass for a moment before she has committed to lighting a cigarette, the smoke released with a deep sigh as her eyes glance into space, her attention shifting at the mention of his travels as she ashes her cigarette into a glass dish on the table.
❝━━I imagine such an experience was FRIGHTENING, the…suddenness of it all…and you being a man of faith…I can understand why thoughts of angels would come first. ❞ A manicured hand finds itself rubbing at the priest back, brows smoothing with sympathy. ❝ Mistakes are always made when paired with masters of calamity…there was no way for you to know the outcome and if you had rejected the gift, your life would have ended…If anyone put you in that position, it was God. ❞ An attempt to comfort is presented, the reflections of her behaviors with heartbreak departed without much attention. ❝ When I was growing up, God was …regarded as a monstrous giant filled with jealously…the very instant the reality of my affliction had set in, I realized that I was damned, and it was him who ALLOWED for it happen. These instances, John…They don’t happen to just anyone, you were chosen. ❞
Being ‘chosen’ wasn’t an easy burden to bear by any means, but she decided to embrace and live with the affliction, choosing to see it as a means of becoming a timeless work of art that only grew more beautiful and wise with each passing decade…All she wanted was someone to spend it with, but nearly every person she had come into contact with, had broken her heart and taken pieces with them before they suffered their own share of losses as a direct rebuttal. Elizabeth wasn’t an easy woman to love, and she was well aware of such… .however, the gift of her love was something worthy of dying for and she had absolutely refused to accept less from any who were left in her shadow.
# 𝖇𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖍𝖕𝖞 .
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AN INDIE PAPA EMERITUS THE IV. EST. MARCH. 2019 / RE - EST. AUG 2022. author is mr. moon. HE/THEY. 25+ OCCULTIST & PLANT DAD. RULES / STATS
@thirdemeritus for a plotted starter.
There is a cause for celebration, and it. . .escapes him, still the Cardinal arrives at the gala dressed prim & proper in a fitted black suit adorned with hints of gold and red. For the special evening, each guest would be required to wear a mask to obscure all the manner of visage's ( course rumor had it, the masks were so that the ghouls and ghoulette's alike had the opportunity to socialize without worry of position in the satanic congregation ). Copia had decided on a ornate venetian rat mask painted clad black with gold accents so that it would match both his outfit and cane held in hand, course his date too would be dressed to match. Within hours, however, the date had left his side and left him standing on the sidelines in observation━━his blood gradually boiling as the evening matured. After a few hours had passed it became clear the date wouldn't return, and as the evening began to fester into a drunken free-for-all he had vanished like a phantom, his reprieve rather dramatic as a sharp turn took him from the large celebration hall.
The Cardinal's chest bellows with an ache that is all too familiar and reminiscent to his life growing up. Forever an outcast, unloved by all aside from his mother who's embrace was that of dragon talons; sharp and dangerous but possessive all the same. In his youth he dreamed of love, of a partner suitable and accepting of all his flaws━━one that he could let his guard down and never had anyone ever sufficed. Fate, he finds leads him down a dark and lonesome road, the belief that love just wasn't in the cards for him, especially in the hell mouth that was the abbey. . .Becoming Papa, that is what was needed. Least. . .it's what Imperator had conditioned him for. As his mother, she had kept him safe. . .and if all she wanted was him to hold the mantel, to become Papa and take control to usher in the new age properly, he'd take it. . .but only for her. Never once had a selfish thought blossomed, rather a righteousness to show the world he was something, that he could withstand the sands of time, and the Emeritus line would only pale in comparison to his sheer ability to corral the world into the palms of his hands. . .Time was of the essence, a deadline unknown hovering overhead, the reminder of his need to practice and perfect his skills for the fall of the youngest Emeritus which was surely coming soon and the only thing which could be blamed was his own childish ego poisoning the well.
Copia find himself in what many would call a sunroom, however the sun is gone, instead a black sky surrounded the room, thunder rumbling paired with bright crashes of heat lightning would illuminate his way to a piano centered in the room, a matchbox pulled from the inner lining of his suit jacket, one struck to light up a chrome candelabra that held red candles. Once lit, he pulls out the piano stool and takes a seat, a cigarette fished out of a pack hidden in his pocket. The cigarette is lit and for the entirety of it he sits silently, his two-toned hues watching the ferocious heat lightning as his mind trails back to the Gala, to his date━━it really hadn't been fair. . .they had seemed to be a good fit, but perhaps they had just wanted access to the event. Copia's thoughts continue to wander, and once the cigarette is finished, it is put out against the heel of his boot, the cigarette butt flicked into a random direction before he turns to face the piano.
❝━━Ciao, mi amore. ❞ A whisper as gloved hands travel across the black stained wood, ❝ Mi sei mancata, non sapevo quanto fino a questo momento. ❞ His visage is pained with loniness as the key lid is lifted and slid into place as his gloved digits find their starting placement, ❝ Ma adesso sono qui. Let us begin, si ? ❞ Words fall in a creshendo as digits begin to press along the keys, his voice pulling quietly to sing as his eyelids flutter shut. The song eventually would come to be known as 'See the Light', and while he hadn't completed the song he had began to take it further than he ever had as he sinks into the seat, his emotions embraced as lyrics escape from a coarse heartbroken voice.
