#Cull Obsidian

[savvy-devine666]

https://fandomwire.com/thanos-and-black-order-will-make-its-mcu-return-in-an-unexpected-way-years-after-avengers-endgame/

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel black order #proxima midnight #corvus glaive #ebony maw #cull obsidian

[tobiasdrake]

There's a deleted scene where Bruce resolves his conflict with Hulk and the green guy explodes out of Veronica to take Cull Obsidian down. If you haven't seen it, check it out because it's way more satisfying than what we get in the Infinity duology.

I don't know who decided, "Let's not resolve this conflict in the movie, and instead quietly sweep it under the rug between films," but that person needs to be punched.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #avengers infinity war #bruce banner #hulk #cull obsidian

[aintinacage]

Round 10/Part 13

#marvel showdown #round 10 #part 13 #Cosmo #marvel #mcu #guardians of the galaxy #GOTG #cosmo the space dog #maria bakalova #cull obsidian #infinity war #endgame #avengers endgame #avengers infinity war #Jesse Burch #marvel polls #tumblr polls

[asktheblackorder]

Things are currently looking up. I have just managed to finally get visuals up and working.

Cull Obsidian’s healed now by the way.

#ask blog #children of thanos #black order #marvel #ebony maw #cull obsidian

[notias1]

#brucebanneredit #bruce banner #the hulk #she-hulk #valkyrie #thor #cull obsidian #marveledit #marvel #mcuedit #mcu

[retiosanti]

First time doing non-metallic metal in any real capacity, pleased with the end result. Gonna keep it up for the rest of Team Thanos.

Finished/Purchased: 122/80

#my minis #painting #miniature figures #hobby 500 #miniatures #atomic mass games #marvel crisis protocol #Marvel #Hickman #Black Dwarf #Black Order #Cull Obsidian #non-metallic metal

[effable-as-f]

I experience what Supergiant did when she tried to read Hulk’s mind whenever I have RSD

#avengers assemble #cull obsidian

[ghost-in-the-corner]

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences 

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death 

Relationships: Loki & Peter Parker, Loki & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Nebula & Peter Parker 

Characters: Peter Parker, Thanos (Marvel), Proxima Midnight, Cull Obsidian, Ebony Maw, Corvus Glaive, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Nebula (Marvel) 

Additional Tags: Tags May Change, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Parent Thanos (Marvel), Peter Parker Whump, BAMF Peter Parker, Evil Peter Parker, Infinity Stones | Infinity Gems (Marvel), Mentioned Gamora (Marvel), Asgard (Marvel), Canon Divergence - Thor: Ragnarok (2017), Protective Loki (Marvel), The Tesseract (Marvel), Human Experimentation, Blood and Violence, Past Brainwashing, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Mentioned Hela (Marvel), Nebula Has Issues (Marvel), Nebula Deserves Better (Marvel), Angst with a Happy Ending, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Enemies to Friends, Family Bonding, Avengers Family 

Series: Part 2 of Who in the MCU Will Adopt Peter Parker?

Summary:

'Thanos pinched his fingers, zooming in on the base of the large castle. “Our intelligence tells us that Asgard keeps their most sacred treasures here, under heavy guard. I need you to go in there and retrieve the Space Stone for me.”

Peter blinked, whirling his head to look at him, his jaw practically on the floor. “What? Why me, Father?”

“This is a mission I would only give to those I can trust the most. And you have shown me that you are the best suited for this job out of all my children. So, Spider, I trust you to bring me the Space Stone, and to begin me on the path to my destiny.”'

#always in this twilight #writing #fanfic #fanfic writing #ao3 #archive of our own #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #spiderman #peter parker #thanos #the mad titan #black order #ebony maw #cull obsidian #proxima midnight #corvus glaive #nebula #gamora #loki #thor #iron man #tony stank #infinity stones

[savvy-devine666]

Chapters: 89/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Black Order (Marvel) - Fandom, Marvel Comics Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Corvus Glaive/Proxima Midnight Characters: Ebony Maw, Proxima Midnight, Corvus Glaive, Thanos (Marvel), Black Dwarf/Cull Obsidian, Kaldera (Marvel), various original characters, Black Order (Marvel), Thanos, Various MCU Characters Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Fluff, Family, Dysfunctional Family, Romance, Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Drowning, Injury, Sickfic, Alternative Scenes, mention of terminal illness, Arguing, Temporary loss of sight, Slice of Life, Couple getting interupted, Rough treatment of children, Thanos A+ parenting, Sparring, Suicide, Sudden adult death, Recreational Drug Use, Drug Withdrawal, Proxima being mildly chaotic, And nearly gives Corvus a heart attack on almost a daily basis, Possessive/Jealous behavior, Gore, mentions of torture Series: Part 1 of In The End It's Him And I Summary:

A collection of Oneshots about Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive (My OTP)

Ebony Maw, Thanos and Cull Obsidian will be around too, and Nebula and Gamora will make apperances here and there.

Eure, Killijin, Thisismyaccount are some of the writers that inspired some of these works - check them out they're so good!

#marvel #mcu #proxima midnight #corvus glaivs #cull obsidian #mcu vision #wanda maximilf #thanos #proxivus #corvus and proxima #fanfiction #character death #hurt/comfort

[thateldribitch]

Hellfire

You really shouldn’t come between a King and his family.

You don’t want to see what he’ll burn to keep it together.

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Sooooo I feel like there’s going to be a gore warning for this one. It's not too bad, but hey--if you don't like blood, don't read this one.

Anyway, this was what I was listening to for this.

Casual reminder that all my Yandere Shots are on AO3 as well!

Yandere Wukong belongs to @lopsushi

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Seeing Wukong in his full regalia is a truly splendid sight. The golden pauldrons, the tiger’s skin, the ragged feathers of phoenixes trailing behind him. It’s a sight many have been graced with, before their final moments. But even in the face of disrespect or culling any who stand in the way of his mate’s attention, he hasn’t worn the full ensemble in the longest time. This is a declaration of war. Macaque is quick to pick up on it, rushing down the hall even if he’s been loathe to leave their cub’s… body. The very thought adds more fuel to the fires of Wukong’s rage. “Wukong. Wukong, what are you doing—?!” 

“I’ll be back soon, Macaque.” Wukong murmurs. As he adjusts his gauntlets one more time, he  walks to his Sweet. Despite his harsh appearance, he softly nuzzles into his mate’s neck. It’s contrastingly tender to the burning blood red of his eyes. “...I will come back with him.”

His Starlight pauses. His fingers clutch at Wukong’s robes, digging into the cinches between his armor. He won’t look at Wukong. “...Promise me.”

“I swear by every spark of my love for you.” Wukong picks up Macaque’s hand, kissing each knuckle. But then that’s not enough. He presses kisses up his knuckles, the back of his hand, a path up to his darling’s lips. Macaque kisses him with a desperate ferocity. An unspoken message—come back to me. Wukong melts. Breathless, he presses his forehead to Macaque’s. “I will return.”

Then he drives his claws into his own heart—

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—and the moment his heart stops, he pulls his staff from his ear. It’s a needle. A staff. A pillar that crashes into the cracked black earth of the Kingdom of Death. “Knock, knock,” Wukong’s grin stretches into a feral thing. Souls scream. A delayed shockwave makes earth spray up around the Monkey King. For a moment, there’s quiet…. And then the denizens of the Underworld surge forward to protect their home.

Demons of all shapes and sizes converge on him in a tidal wave. Wukong flicks a hand. His staff shrinks…. He won’t need it. In a surge of fire and thunder, Wukong runs into the crowd on all fours. A feral screech echoes out of his lips. With claw and fang, he tears. His teeth cleave through bones. His claws shred through eyes. He bursts through the living ocean of limbs and horns. Cracked earth drinks in the black blood of demons. Wukong’s eyes glow. The smart ones run. But Wukong is not in a mood for mercy. His staff surges into his hand, just as eager for blood as he is. A pillar crushes the remaining demons, flattening them into a field of twitching corpses.

Puffing out a single breath, he turns to the obsidian palace. He stalks through the field of dead demons, and crushes one’s skull beneath his foot. The gore spatters up his armor. “I am a reasonable man. I ask for little.” He walks up the steps of the Palace of Death. Slowly, his thumb drags across his cheek. He licks off the blood that paints the appendage. “The health of my mate. And now, my son.” Finally, he looks up at the somber line of Kings before him. “I really didn’t think you all would be so stupid.” Wukong patiently holds out his hand. “The Book with my son’s name and his soul, if you’d please.”

“Wukong. Do you really think you can defy the laws of nature?” One of the Kings manages to speak up. “This is madness.”

“This is love.” He smiles, softly. And then his face contorts into something horrific. “And you’re standing in the way of it.” With a single swipe of his staff, he blows a hole into the side of their palace. To their credit, the Kings barely flinch. “Do you really think I won’t upset the natural order for my family? When I erased the names of those who burned at the hands of a ‘benevolent’ god? When I put them under my protection, and I killed one deity for his audacity?” His face darkens like a sky before a hurricane. “Imagine what I’ll do to you if you don’t give me my son.”

The Rulers aren’t fools.

They give him the book…..

It’s an easy matter to flip through it. His experienced claws find MK’s name in record time, and as promised? He tears it from the undeserving pages. His eyes ignite with celestial fire. The room lights up as a beam of light bursts from his red eyes and consumes the sliver of paper…. By the time he’s done eviscerating the mere mention of his boy’s mortality, the Kings step forward again. He expects to see a soul, beside them. The lack of it, the grim faces—one King opens his mouth to speak.

His head is gone before he can even try.

The Underworld can rule with only nine kings. Wukong has bigger fish to fry. He blitzes out of the palace, crashing through the walls—they’re obstacles between him and his boy. Ornate obsidian, the flesh of innocents, the scales of demons mean nothing. His only desire is to find his boy. His boy. The staff is a needle. He shoves it in his ear. Does it bleed? Maybe. He doesn’t care. Where. Where is MK?

Wukong’s shape contorts. He’s a wolf, searching for a hint of that soft scent. An eagle, trying to spot chestnut brown hair. Through valleys of death and fields of ash and pits of fire… he searches. But no matter how hard he searches, he can’t find him. Why? Why?! Wukong collapses in the ash, feeling everything… vibrate. He’ll tear the world apart. He’ll rip every demon apart. If it means finding—a sound. A soft sob. Familiar, sad, scared. Wukong stumbles forward, scrambles to his feet, MK, MK—! “I can hear you!” Wukong screams out into the unending darkness. “MK. MK, I’m here!”

The sobs stop. The silence kills the Monkey King…. And then a light sparks. Weak. Timid. But he knows, he knows who it is. Carefully, he walks forward. With infinite tenderness, he cups his hands around the light. That bright glow is a sliver of sunshine glowing between the gaps in his fingers. His sunshine. His son. Wukong aches at the sight of the core of his son’s very being in such a fragile state. So cruel, to take him before his time. Wukong cradles the little bit of light to his chest, feeling everything… calm. His nerves. His everything. He’s alright. MK is alright.

Wukong closes his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief—

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—and opens them, back in his home. He yanks his hand out of his chest. His own blood, luminous as gold, drips down his fingers. As he sits up, he feels hands clutching his side. He’s in his bed. Macaque is by his side. Poor thing. Must be… exhausted. Wukong is fine. He will have to be. Blearily, he glances around…. There…. There he is. Right next to him and Macaque, as he should be. MK’s form looks flushed with life, despite everything. Mac must be using his limited magic to preserve him. What a clever mate…. His movement must wake the dark-furred monkey. 

“...It’s been weeks….” Macaque’s voice cracks. His grip tightens on Wukong’s clothes. 

“...I’m so sorry, Love.” Wukong murmurs. Every part of him aches for those tired eyes. But he needs to finish this. Carefully, he shifts towards their boy. He cradles that light that he can only see with his golden vision, now. But he can see it trembling, struggling. It wants to go back to its body. He helps it get there, carefully holding that light over his boy’s chest.

Golden light pulses through MK. Slow, at first. Then more intensely. His whole body jerks as golden light fills his mouth, eyes. One last pulse… and MK opens his eyes. They’re not brown anymore…. And his fur looks tinged by a darker color, streaks of black the same hue as the Underworld. Like Macaque, he thinks deliriously. But Wukong will think more on it later. He’s alive. MK is alive. “Monkey… King….?”

“I’m here, Bud.” Wukong presses his forehead to MK’s.

#lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #dark shadowpeach #dad wukong #lmk #wukong #yandere #yandere wukong #yandere shadowpeach #mk #macaque #six eared macaque #i swear i'll write macaque and wukong again eventually lol

[edspear]

Trinkets of the Furnace

Another grouping of trinkets from the Witchlight campaign.

Furnace Dollbomb, has been hanging around for a while, just waiting to use her on something worthwhile.

Decima has finally regained her moral compass, and rather than it being the solution to her uncertainty, she now knows how bad of a phyrexian she's being when she doesn't compleat people and cull the weak. She also knows she doesn't feel too bad about being bad at being a phyrexian.... That feels worse.

The compass was found within the Obsidian Steed, a phyrexianized nightmare warhorse that was no help in a fight with a lady named Fistiana, at least until Decima got really mad at it/Urabrask/Argyle and took that anger out on the aforementioned Fistiana.

The Twicewrit Missive has been something Decima has had in her back pocket for a while... She's worried about sending it. And what sort of answer it will bring, with "No response" being her worst case scenario.

#trinket #trinkets #dnd #Dungeons and dragons #phyrexia #phyrexian #Decima #Urabrask #Furnace #red #Wild Beyond The Witchlight

[asktheblackorder]

So, how's it going? Y'all doing good?

Greetings, alternate Father. This is Ebony Maw. We are doing fine. The others are resting after battle. Cull Obsidian took the brunt of the damage, but he is expected to be healed within the next hour.

Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight are currently trying to gain "favor" from our father in a collaborative effort. The whereabouts of Gamora and Nebula remain unknown, but they will be found. Thank you for your concern.

#ebony maw #marvel #black order #children of thanos #ask blog #cull obsidian #corvus glaive #proxima midnight #thanos

[kitsune024]

you with the sad eyes, tell me a tale by minhyongi I Chapters 1/1 I one shot Loki Series, Loki 2x6, Pre-slash

“If you're not the Loki I knew, what Loki are you then? Why are you sitting on a fancy throne in the middle of this?” The throne wasn't actually all that fancy at all. It may have glistened gold, but it looked cold and uncomfortable, behind all its intimidation it looked…lonely. “I’m the one that allows for time to flow, and thus the multiverse to exist." Loki leaned his head forward in a small nod but then he straightened up again, his green eyes piercing into Tony. "God of stories is what I like to call myself."

Son of Chaos by Arabesqueangel, Rabentochter I Chapters 36/36 I Completed Pepper/Tony- (briefly at the beginning), Canon Divergence - Avengers, Dark Loki, Memory Loss, Less Dark than it Seems, Torture

The Children of Thanos are feared throughout the Galaxy: Ebony Maw, Cull Obsidian, Corvus Glaive, Proxima Midnight, Nebula, Gamora and Loki. Thanos has finally decided that the time has come for a massive gambit. He sends his "children" to obtain the remaining 5 Infinity Stones in a competition to determine who will be his right hand when he has accomplished his ultimate goal. Loki is sent to Midgard to obtain the Space Stone. But he quickly runs into a snag in the form of an agency dubbed SHIELD and a man of metal. So Loki has to take a different approach, one that has him seeking help from a puny mortal, his sister, anyone. Loki knows that the Man of Metal, Tony Stark is the one to beat. The one problem is that he seems strangely vulnerable to the Iron Man's blows. What are these odd images he keeps seeing each time he faces Tony Stark? He should avoid the man, but curiosity keeps him coming back for more.

If You Had This Time Again by @dls-ao3 I Chapters: 100/100 I Completed AU - Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Civil War Team Iron Man, Comic Book Science, Canon-Typical Violence. Tony Stark-centric, Slow Burn

Tony Stark closed his eyes in a wrecked Siberian bunker and woke up on a demolished New York street. Four years earlier.

I reign with my left hand, I rule with my right by Ancient_Evil I Chapters 11/? I Frostiron is waaay down the line but not really - more like sexual tension and competence kink, This fic is not in any way relationship-centric, BAMF Loki, Human Loki- for awhile at least, Banishment, Redemption? what redemption?

When Loki is brought before Odin for his sentencing, he is rendered mortal, seemingly sentenced to carry out the same punishments as his brother. Except the All-Father hardly had fairness in mind when choosing the sentence, nor does Loki himself plan to play along with the old man's schemes lying down. What everyone seemed to recently forget was that Loki was a trickster. They called him a cheat, a liar, a manipulator as a way to insult him, forgetting what being those things truly meant. If he had to find a way to break the All-Father's bindings from himself and at the same time hide from SHIELD, the Avengers and Asgard itself, all the while pulling all of their strings from the shadows to position them and prepare against the Mad Titan's inevitable arrival, he shall do it at all costs, in style and in just the perfect way to stick to the old man. He was Loki and it was high time he reminded everyone what exactly that meant.

#loki #tony stark #ironfrost #frostiron #fic rec #fanfic rec #loki x tony #tony x loki #ao3 fanfic #will probably add more

[overwatchfanskinarchive]

Marvel Overwatch by Donghoon Lee

Reinhard, the Accuser

Cull Obsidian Roadhog

Rocket & Groot Wrecking Ball

Thanos Doomfist

War Machine Pharah

Mutant Hunter Bastion

Hydra Reaper

Mysterio Echo

Supergiant Sombra

Scarlet Architech Symmetra

Corvus Glaive Junkrat

Hawkeye/Ronin Hanzo

Proxima Midnight Widowmaker

Quick Silver Tracer

Sorcerer Supreme Mercy

Visenyatta

Ebony Maw Moira

#reinhardt #roadhog #wrecking ball #doomfist #pharah #reaper #sombra #junkrat #widowmaker #bastion #echo #symmetra #hanzo #tracer #mercy #zenyatta #moira #Donghoon Lee #crossover #marvel #overwatch #fanskin #fan skin

[ranchracoon]

Devour Ch. 1: New Arrivals

You are the final servant in the entire castle, as the rest of the staff had been consumed over the winter months. Normally the ladies of the castle only kill when absolutely necessary, however, despite all the prepping via blood donations, this winter has been especially long and difficult. Which meant the stored blood dwindled quickly, the ladies became easily irritable, and a particularly horrid snow storm led to the maiden culling. Thankfully new staff was arriving today, and to say you were excited was an understatement. It’s only been a week, maybe two, since the last maid was killed leaving you to do your normal chores on top of all the other necessities. The extra work has made your body sore and stiff, every step feels like your feet are stuck with glue and it’s getting increasingly difficult to manage your own basic needs.

With a final tug of your black tie it is flat against your neck, your fingers curl under the collar of the white button up and lift the flaps over to cover the sides of the tie, leaving a nice, crisp, neckline. A chill air whisks through the cobblestone room, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin followed by a brief shiver. The morning sun hasn’t woken up yet and winter was gasping its last cold breaths over the estate. Spring was around the corner, but the halls of the castle would not get warmer until Summer. With a final brush of your hands over the obsidian vest and pants of your uniform you pull the matching jacket over yourself, and leave your chambers to begin your morning ritual. 

At the entrance leading to the vineyard hangs a dirty apron with sleeves covered in splinters, and wood chips. You grab it and place it over your uniform to protect the fine fabric from rips, and stains. Lady Dimitrescu once sliced open a maid for having a rip along the hem, as she was excessively obsessed with appearances. This duty requires carrying logs from the outer vineyard to one room after another, starting a fire, then stroking the flames to life. First stop is the kitchen so you can warm the stove and start a large pot of water to bring to a boil. The main hall is next, dusting off the couch and seats closest to the fireplace, and replenishing the wood stock next to it.

 The water is boiling on your return trip for more wood, so you remove the pot, and use a ladle to pour the hot water into a tea kettle with dried tea leaves sitting on the bottom. The tea leaves will steep in the hot water, by the time you’re finished with the rest of the fireplaces and waking the ladies it will be ready to serve. 

After grabbing more wood, you walk through the main hall, down the large steps,  turn right and arrive inside the Lady’s personal seating area. The fireplace there is no longer usable due to the sizable hole in the back of the brick paneling: an unfortunate consequence of Lady Cassandra's anger. After readjusting the wood sack on your back, you knock on the primed wooden door awaiting any indication of the Lady being awake. No answer. A gentle twist of the door knob and slight push from your weight opened the door. Heavy, rhythmic breathing comes from the left corner, as the Lady lay resting you place the wood into the fireplace and throw a lit match into it, blowing softly until it caught onto the kindling and began to burn. 

With the warmth quickly spreading through the room, you stand near the door in order to wake the Lady. Although you never had an issue, subconsciously you fear that one day she is going to wake up in a sour mood and slice anything within distance of her claws. The task of waking the ladies is always the worst part of your day, because waking up is the worst part of their day. All them are incredibly moody in the morning, but thankfully they’ve become less and less violent toward you.

“My Lady.” You husk out, your voice is stiff from the cold.

A low, rumbling, growl comes from the head of the bed, a throaty groan following soon after. Her body shifts in the bed, rolling toward your direction until she settles on her side with her predatory eyes reflecting the glow of the fire. She is the least moody out of all the ladies, but if her looks alone could kill, you and many others would have died long ago. 

“It’s time to wake up my Lady.” You say softly.

She stirs from her bed without a word, waving a hand for you to come forward when she stands up. Every morning she goes to her dressing room to prepare for the day with her personal maid, but without a personal maid it was up to you to fill that role. You follow behind her, back to the main hall, up the main stairwell to the second floor, and down the hall to the dressing room. Inside the room she begins to strip from her nightgown while you use a stool to get out a fresh dress for her to step into. Once she has her undergarments on you await on your stool until the dress is at her shoulders and you finish the outfit by zipping up the back. Lady Dimitrescu dismisses you, for she can finish getting herself ready and it is time for you to wake up her daughters. 

To make the rest of the job easier, you take a large dirty sheet and load it up with wood to carry on your back. This way you not only cut your job time in half, but also how many trips you have to take. After having to climb nearly all the stairs in the castle daily, you’d think it would get easier as time goes on; but after each flight you have to pause and pant to catch your breath before continuing on your way. Once you ignite the fire in a hallway you go and knock on the lady’s door then move onto the next.

“It’s time to wake up Lady Cassandra.”

“It’s time to wake up Lady Bela.”

“It’s time to wake up lady Daniela.”

All of the ladies confirm that they’re awake with either a hiss or buzz as a response, which is better than the first time you woke up Bela who threw her sickle at the door. Hanging the wood apron back on its hook, you make your way to the kitchen and put on another apron that is stained red. Regardless of how raw your hands became from washing it, the blood stained apron would never return to anything less than a light red hue. Even bleach stopped working. 

The back of the kitchen is decorated with hanging limbs, and barrels of blood because Lady Dimitrescu insists on using every part of their “kills.” That also means that the back is cursed with the permanent stench of death and decay. Everybody vomits when they smell the back room for the first time, but eventually you learn to suck in a deep breath and move like lightning. The final fire is lit, and your pinched face examines the scenario in front of you; all of these maids were killed over a week ago, and although the cold of the kitchen has kept them cool, they are beginning to turn tepid. The lack of quality will put the ladies in a worse mood than they already are. You’ll have to cook and season the meat to hide the staleness.

The nausea would subside once you were out of the room, until then, you hold it back as the sharp filet knife slices over the skin of a removed arm. The smell of cooked flesh makes your senses dull, the nausea forcing its way further, threatening to make you vomit. Your saving grace is your option of opening the windows to allow a fresh breeze inside, since the ladies of the castle never venture into the kitchen. Butter and spices are added to the flesh, overly seasoning to hide the rank of the meat. Once breakfast is done, you pile the tray of still sizzling food next to the tea onto a rolling cart.

Before you leave, you grab the last bottle of wine stored in the kitchen and would have to ask Lady Bela to get more from the cellar. If there is anymore. You let out a long sigh as you exit the kitchen, your stomach grumbling in protest but you will eat later. You hang the stained apron up, and roll the cart through the double doors leading to the main hall. Lady Dimitrescu is already sitting in a chair that faces the fireplace with a coffee table in front of her. Two couches are on each side of the table where the girls have materialized and perk up at the sight of their breakfast.

“Finally. I’m so hungry.” Daniela moans.

“I can’t wait for fresh blood.” Cassandra complains. 

You remove the tray, placing it in the center of the three girls and removing the lid once it settles on the table. Each one starts reaching and digging their teeth into the flesh, followed by unimpressed ‘hmphs’ and ‘hmms’ at the taste. You pour the blood infused tea, and the wine, handing the cup to the mistresses before standing back, eyes forward and hands folded in front of you. 

“Now now dears, I know it is always exciting to have fresh help around the castle, but please do me a favor and try not to kill them all so quickly. Otherwise we will be right back where we are.” Lady Dimitrescu says calmly, as she places the cup edge to her lips.

“We could always drink you.” Lady Bela eyes you devilishly.

Your jaw tenses. Aside from the occasional teasing, the last time they paid you any mind was around the first few months you began working here. All three of them tried to scare or threaten you, but apparently your reactions weren’t to their standards. Otherwise they left you alone, and you’re certain that at one point they forgot you existed entirely. However, having been deprived of other entertainment other than torturing each other, it seems their interest has peaked in you once again. 

“You’ll kill her and then we’ll be without all of our help entirely.” Lady Dimitrescu speaks sternly. 

A low groan leaves Lady Bela’s throat as she rolls her head off to the side and scoffs under her breath. You release a pent up sigh, release the tension in your jaw, and try to relax your posture a little. Lady Dimitrescu leans down to put her cup on the table, she crosses her legs at the ankles and rests her hands on her knees. Her eyes never look away from the flames of the fire as she begins to speak again.

“When are the new hires meant to arrive Y/N?” Lady Dimitrescu asks.

“8:30 ma’am.” You respond.

The clock chimed eight times in tandem with your answer, the girls begin to buzz with excitement as Lady Dimitrescu finishes her cup. Her eyes glow for more, her hunger unsatisfied, but all she can do is breath heavily knowing this is a temporary feeling.

“Y/N.” Lady Dimitrescu calls.

“Yes ma’am?” You ask, taking a step forward.

“The list of new hires is in my chambers on the writing desk. I will leave it up to you to decide who goes where.”

“Yes ma’am.” You answer, and start to walk to her chambers.

“Now daughters, when they arrive I want you all to make yourselves scarce. You can make your presence known after they are inside, and we can begin blood donations in a few days to replenish our supply. Understood?” 

“Yes mother.” The three girls agreed in unison. 

The names on the paper were scribbled in the familiar cursive of your Lady, and where they are to be stationed. Folding the paper up neatly and slipping it into your coat pocket, you exit the Lady’s chambers, and promptly return to the main hall to collect the dishes. In the half hour left you get the dishes done and a quick bite to eat before the bells of the castle ring to life.

You straighten out your uniform as you make your way to the carriage gate, once there you pull the wide double doors open, letting the terrified women all herded into the grand entrance. You close the doors quickly behind them, no need to lock the doors because there is nowhere for them to go anyhow. The eyes of the many are on you as the crowd of thirty or more women, all of various ages, walk behind you to the main hall. You clear your throat when you stop walking and turn to stand in front of them, all of them shifting uncomfortably, as remnants of your own time standing there tickle your head. 

“Good morning. I am Y/N, the head maiden of House Dimitrescu. Here we serve Lady Dimitrescu, Lady Bela, Lady Cassandra, and Lady Daniela, whom you shall refer to as such. You are to report to me every morning for assignments until you learn the routine of the castle and your tasks. I will show you all your quarters to be allowed to change, and drop off your belongings before we continue on a tour of where you will be permitted. Follow me.” Your voice was monotone, slightly harsh and deep given the small flinches of the ladies near the front.

You lead the new girls to the maid’s quarters, the entire time a quiet buzzing is heard just outside of your earshot but you know it’s one of the ladies. You wait outside the door and motion your hands to the two different rooms, each room holds approximately 20 people with rows of beds along the walls and a trunk at each bed. After all the women change into uniforms that fit and return to the hallway, you continue the tour to the kitchen. All of the women start to gag and cough, even with the windows open the smell was potent and eye burning.

“If you’re going to vomit, there’s a bucket to your left.” Your voice is slightly softer this time, remembering when you first laid eyes upon the mutilated corpses of the maids before you.

“If you feel like running. Go ahead. Whatever you heard may or may not be true, but know that the ladies of this castle will consume you, and running will only make it come faster.”

A silent fear overcomes the group, until a lone voice speaks up.

“Why haven’t they killed you then?”

You ponder for a moment before answering, “they certainly might as soon as you all are adequate enough in your positions. I cannot speak as to why they haven’t yet. The only advice I can give is be quiet, respond immediately, and don’t make mistakes.”

An uncomfortable shift happens in the crowd, seeing the women wanting to run or hide or anything from this place. Their faces hold pure disgust while simultaneously their hands pinch their noses. 

You sigh softly, “it’s better if you know now what is expected of you, instead of coming to the unfortunate conclusion yourself.”

The rest of the tour goes on without interruption, and at the end you question them for anyone who has any experience in cooking, cleaning, or gardening. You call out the names on the list and write down who goes where and does what. Those with cooking experience will be in charge of cooking all the meals, maintaining the kitchen and dining room, and ensuring the storage of wine is kept fully stocked. Those with cleaning experience will clean the linens, and the castle except the private halls and chambers of the ladies. 

Those with gardening experience will be  stationed in the quarters off from the vineyard, they have the hardest jobs of all. They will have to chop wood for the fire places, prepare the vineyard, tend to the courtyard flowers, and remove any rotten corpses used for scarecrows.

By now it was near supper which makes an excellent transition time. The maids that are assigned to the kitchen come in a single file line, all of them looking at you expectantly. Their eyes shifting around in fright, and watering from the smell. Their uniforms are black long-sleeved button up shirts, with long black dresses, and white aprons to cover the front. The long sleeves are extra lined to prevent burns and cuts from happening. Dinner will take longer than usual, you pray to Mother Miranda that the ladies have a sliver of patience tonight.

The new maids begrudgingly begin to prepare the meal, you warn them that they instead can be the meal, and that makes them work with more gumption. Finally they get the meal on a tray, and you usher them out into the main hall. Lady Dimitrescu is walking down the stairs with a bottle in her hand, you eye the bottle and groan internally for forgetting to ask for more wine. You bow, eyeing behind you and waving with your hand that the rest of them did too.

“Good evening my Lady. I apologize for the inconvenience of supper being late.” 

“No need.” She says calmly.

Judging from the vinegar in her voice, if her daughters don’t kill all the maids by the end of week she certainly will. Speaking of: buzzing fills the air as three black, swarming masses appear near the new maids. All three sisters poke their formed upper bodies from the masses and hiss, causing the maids to scream and one of them faint on the floor. 

“Mmmm fresh blood.” Lady Bela giggles, inhaling sharply as one maid cowered her head. 

“I think that’s a new record.” Cassandra taunts as she looks down at the fainted maid.

The other two giggle and follow behind their sister, inhaling the new arrivals, their eyes screaming with hunger. A cold hand touches your left shoulder, trailing along your shoulder blades then resting on your right shoulder. You glance over to see Cassandra’s face near yours, close enough you can smell breakfast that still lingered on her breath.

“You don’t smell too bad either, Y/N. You’re lucky we have other playthings now.”

Your eyes lock with her golden ones, not saying anything as she smirks and sits down across from her sisters. The new maidens serve the meal, their bodies shaking the entire time but nothing spilled or broke. The four women eat and drink in silence, the girls eyeing the new maidens hungerly. The muscles in your jaw tense again, clamping your teeth together as you attempt to keep your face composed.

“Ladies, you may leave us for now. Y/N, stay. I need to speak with you.”

The other maids hurry out of the main hall back to the pungent safety of the kitchen. Your eyes look up at Lady Dimitrescu who now looks back at you.

“What can I do for you ma’am?” You ask. 

She takes the final sip of her wine, the irritation on her face growing steadily more noticeable with the less blood she consumes. Soon there will be a steady flow of blood and she will not have to rely on wine reserves.

“With this new help I am changing your assigned tasks. Once the new maidens are comfortable, you will personally see to my daughter’s chambers and anything else they require. I can only imagine the destruction these girls have caused to their own rooms.”

The girls look up in agitation, “we don’t have anything to do. I even finished all the books in the library.” Lady Daniela whines.

The other two start to chime in, Lady Bela eyeing you unexpectedly makes you shift your gaze away.

Lady Dimitrescu raises her hand, “enough. I understand you three are bored. I do. We have to get through spring, and when the grapes are ready to be harvested, summer will arrive and you will be allowed full access outside to satisfy your needs. Until then, we only have a few bottles of wine left so I implore that you all practice your patience.”

Lady Cassandra taps her fingers against her cheek, “amongst other things I suppose.”

Her eyes land on you, this unexpected attention from the three daughters makes the hairs on your neck stand on end. A sensation that hasn’t occurred since the first time one of the girls touched you non-threatening.

“Y/N.” Lady Dimitrescu’s voice caught your attention.

“Yes ma’am.” You say quickly.

“I trust with your work load being lifted, you’ll ensure that the new maids do not cause trouble like the last bunch did. As much as I enjoy fresh blood, I do not want my daughters slaughtering the whole mess over fickle matters.”

“Yes ma’am.” You reply. 

With that, she sets her glass down and stands, taking strides toward her chambers. You turn to enter the kitchen, asking for the maids to come and clear the dishes as the girls giggle. The daughters watch  the new maids clean in a panicked manner, their eyes glowing with thoughts of blood. 

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