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lit-works · 5 months

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What if?...There was no Mr.Fantastic

Reed Richards and Victor Von Doom first met as graduate students at Empire State University. There, Reed had discovered that Victor was building a device that would allow him to travel astrally, so that Victor could travel to the netherworld to find the spirit of his deceased mother. Reed was in Von Doom's room, studying his personal papers, when Victor entered in a rage.

"You'd better double-check some of these equations," Reed warned. "You're off a few decimals in some places, and that could mean…"

"Give me that!" Victor roared, and snatched the papers from Reed's hands. "Now get out! Did you hear me? Get out!!"

In the Earth-616 timeline, Victor's arrogance dominates his reactions. Victor proceeds with his experiment, with disastrous results, scarred by the resulting explosion, expelled from the college for his unnatural and unethical studies, and made an outcast by his arrogance, pride, and thirst for vengeance against the world. Victor became Doctor Doom, the greatest foe of The Fantastic Four, and threat to all the civilized world.

Victor reexamined the papers and considered Reed's words. In a series of events, known only to Victor Von Doom and his wife Valeria, Victor consulted Reed in a hesitant, less threatening manner, and the two soon decided to pool their efforts. Reed was correct; Victor's calculations were off, but they were easily corrected. With Reed Richards as his assistant, Victor commanded his experiment to begin – and his soul was cast into the Astral Plane.

However, a horrible discovery awaited him. Victor's mother, Cynthia Von Doom, was a witch in the ancient nation of Latveria, and she was slain before she could repent. Her spirit now suffered in the hellish realm of Mephisto, Lord of Evil. Agonized by the discovery, Victor's spirit returned to the material world.

But now, the machinery that had propelled Victor's Astral being through space had exploded. Reed Richards, one of the greatest prodigal geniuses of his Time, died. Victor Von Doom, equally brilliant but slightly more lucky, survived.

Victor was then expelled from the university, hated by his classmates for his involvement in Reed's accidental death. The young Latverian, his face lightly scarred in the explosion, pondered his future. He decided to become a force for good and dedicated himself to three tenants and goals to shape his future. One : he returned to his Latverian people and became their king, since he learned from his mother's cursed spirit that he was the rightful heir to the throne of Latveria. Two : he carried on the eternal fight for goodness and justice, in memory of and to honor Reed Richards. Three : he secretly vowed to one day free his mother's spirit from the clutches of Mephisto. Reed's death had taught Victor caution; he avoided rash action that would evoke Mephisto's wrath. Instead, he began to lay his plans…

Ben Grimm and Susan Storm grew closer in the wake of the tragedy that robbed them of their best friend. Ben Grimm joined the Air Force and became a test pilot.

No special rocket program was developed in Central City, California.

Then came the attack of the Mole Man against the world's nuclear power plants. Now, it was the armored hero named Victor, champion of Latveria, who led the fight against the Subterraneans. He triumphed, winning great fame in subsequent battles with a wide assortment of super-powefed villains – but then came the Skrull invasion, which proceeded unhindered without Reed's interference, and Earth became a conquered planet, a subject world in the Intergalactic Skrull Empire.

Heroes among humanity quickly appeared. Ant-Man (Hank Pym), Wasp (Janet Van Dyne), Iron Man (Tony Stark), Thor, and The Incredible Hulk (Bruce Banner) formed the nucleus of a resistance force known as The Defenders. The international super-organization S.H.I.E.L.D. was created to coordinate secret attacks against the Skrull occupiers. Sporadic fighting broke out across the globe as more heroes and villains filled the ranks of The Defenders and S.H.I.E.L.D., and as Victor's robot armies spread and prepared for the final battle with the Invaders.

At last, a messenger came to Earth from space. The Silver Surfer warned that The Eater of Worlds, Galactus, was coming. The Defenders convinced the Silver Surfer to join forces with them, and Spider-Man (a determined youth whose uncle was slain by a Skrull patrol) managed to get aboard the flagship of the Skrull fleet in the solar system. There, he got the attention of Galactus by causing the flagship's guns to fire on him, signaling the start of a revolution.

As world war raged between the Skulls and their human subjects, Galactus attacked and consumed the entire Skrull fleet. Earth's armies, The Defenders, S.H.I.E.L.D., and Victor's Doombots destroyed their Skrull overlords in a vicious 10-day conflict. Sated, Galactus left with his herald in search of other worlds to devour. With the death of the Skull's fleet came Spider-Man's death as well, and he and Professor Charles Xavier (slain by a Super-Skrull) became heroes for all time, immortalized in memory.

Assessments were made of the toll taken on humanity and it's allies. S.H.I.E.L.D. now wielded greater power than any one world government, and dominated the western hemisphere and reached into every national government. The Inhumans of Attilan and The Atlanteans were nearly wiped out, save for a few. The Defenders ranks were swollen with dozens and dozens of superhumans, as were the forces of S.H.I.E.L.D. Victor was the hero of Europe. New hero groups splintered off from The Defenders, and in the mid-70s, the Defenders split into branches like The Defenders East, based in New York City, and The Defenders West in Los Angeles.

Mutants, once regarded with suspicion, were finally welcomed into the ranks of humanity, since mutant heroes played such a crucial role in the insurrection of the conquest. The Skrulls' capture and killing of the handicapped Professor X, revealed after the rebellion to have been a major force within the Defenders and an Omega-Level mutant himself, garnered enormous sympathy for mutants everywhere. Government sponsored programs (called X-Academies) were established for educating and training mutants, and being a mutant became a symbol of being special and unique. Evil mutants still existed, of course, but they did little to tarnish the shining reputation earned during the overthrow of the Skrull oppressors.

The Acme Atomic Corporation layed off many of it's human workers – among them a technician named Owen Reese, who faded into obscurity thereafter. No Molecule Man appeared, there was no Beyonder appearance shortly after, and the events of the Secret Wars never occured.

The world, as it was, was at peace. But unknown to the world at large, Victor Von Doom still planned for the release of his mother from the domain of Mephisto. He built up his Doombot armies without limit or restraint, in preparation for the day when he conducted the rituals to free his mother's spirit, then led his tremendous armies on an invasion of the infernal realms of hell –to slay the lord of Evil! Sensing something was afoot with Victor, SHIELD, and the Defenders grew worried. What were all his Doombots for? Did the strains of the Skrull war drive him mad with paranoia?

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alexissara · 1 year

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Favorite TTRPG Characters That Never Really Got To See Play

After my previous post about TTRPG characters I made I felt like talking about more, this time about the one's that got away. For many TTRPG fans I am sure you can relate to getting all hyped up for a campaign that lasted one session or never ended up happening or you dropped out of because it just wasn't your vibe but wishing that character had a home. Here are the characters that were like that for me.

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Azure Arondite

System: Masks: A New Generation

Playbook: The Innocent

Princess Azure Coral Arondite was a brave hero, in her late teens an Evil Dragon was reborn and it was up to the blue haired princess and a selection of 30 to 50 of her friends to save the world from the dragons wrath. After a massive war was won with no losses on the young princess's side there was a big feast to celebrate. Little did the hero know herself and everyplace, everyone she loved would be abducted by a man who wished to keep the rarest and most powerful places and people across all reality. He killed everyone but Azure over time capturing the princess and keeping her as a treasure.

In Truth the reality bending happened exactly at the place Azure was in, causing her to be duplicated, one version of her flew into a votex of time popping out over 1000 years in the future finding no one even remembered her civilization, her country, her family or friends even the magic of her people were only in some myths. She found her old love who used to live in Denmark was now a vampire, they rekindled their love and passion but Azure would only learn the details of what happened to her people when she met Queen Azure, who had lived over 1000 years, dominating reality after reality having killed the man and used his technology to free the worlds of men with his powers. The internality Arondite Empire had finally found her home reality and she had found the love of her life.

After a dramatic clash that ended in the princes barely escarping with her life she had learned so much and yet there was so much mystery left. Azure was determined to defeated her other self and save the multiverse after what for her way only days of rest from her war campaign. She joined a big team of teen super heroes hoping that with their resources she could defeat the queen and save this world at the vest least.

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Ari

System: Thirsty Sword Lesbians

Playbook: The Bladesoul

Ari is a special mech, one of a kind thanks to her creators untimely demise. Ari is able to replicate biological life forms to blend in among them but in truth can expand into a massive mech meant for one to pilot for space combat. She was created with the Adaptive Replication Innovation that allows her to recreate the abilities of foes she has engaged for long enough recreating features of weapons or special abilities. Ari was on the run when she ran into Quinn a lesbian mom and form mech pilot who found her injured after a battle and repaired her.

Her and Quinn and Quinn's family quickly became hers too and they joined a crew to fight against the empire that created her and help make the world more free.

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Nina Nightly aka Amaze Queera aka Vampy Blood Soul

System: Thirsty Sword Lesbians

Playbook: The Infamous

NIna Nightly was a corporate Vtuber for Holoinc under the persona Vampy Blood Soul, she did every ad read with perfection, she was a top seller and she did amazing at promoting other creators, she was quite famous but Vampy saw the damage her sponsors had been doing and the toxic people she was sometimes being made to work with and praise and decided to get out as soon as she could.

Tragically she could not keep her own persona Vampy Blood Soul that she had worked on for years and was forced to work her way back from scratch. Now using the alas Amaze Queera, Nina is a Indie Vtuber focused on a brand new MMO, she hopes to foster a powerful queer community and one that will always look out for each other, with a determination to never sell out no matter how hard things get.

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Kamila

System: Thirsty Sword Lesbians

Playbook: The Tempered

Kamila is a girl with a dream, she wants to own a restaurant one day. All she has ever wanted to do is cook for people and make wonderful food. Then one day she finds herself thrown into fairy tale world and trust into an adventure in an attempt to find a way home all while having the evil queen hunting her down. Kamila lived hard life being poor, trans, gay and Puerto Rican in New York city and brings a seemingly cynical perspective to her fairy tale crew.

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Carmen Shift

System: Fate

Carmen is a shapeshifter, able to turn into any other person perfectly, so perfectly that it begins to affect her, her mind starting to alter to their personality and memories over time. This means Carmen's powers are ridiculously risky to use for any long term plan. The lesbian was an aspiring actress with a lot of hopes but changed gears to help take care of a little girl who had been kicked out of her home by her deadbeat transphobic parents. Carmen will do whatever to help her new adoptive daughter so she takes whatever work will pay the best and let her still have time to actually be a mom for her.

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reginrokkr · 1 year

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Kabukimono blinks, looking at the other with clear curiously glazing over his eyes. "Can I call you Dain?" He asks, out of seemingly nowhere. "Is that okay?"

What remains of the once indomitable Twilight Sword is but a laughable stock of remains that would sooner fade like ashes rather than reconstitute itself. Contrary to what Kabukimono or those whom take care of him may believe that happened in order to find him in such pitiful circumstances, most of his disgrace was by his own doing which eventually led to his defeat against Hilichurls that he... lacked the will to fight back.

Any attempt to get rid of the curse that runs through his veins when a feasible lead is found is tantamount to burn himself alive with no hopes for survival. Try as he did to test the waters, to see how far he could reach, it is not a feat that can be achieved without walking tentatively towards Death's embrace, paradoxical as it may sound given the characteristics of this divine curse.

Couple a moment of uttermost weakness in mind, soul and body alongside the bitter reminder of watching innocent civilians become Hilichurls created the perfect concoction for disaster, alongside poor beings that no longer can think for themselves or be masters of their rampant and primitive emotions. Part of him would've wished to remain there to fate's caprice, perhaps that would accelerate the process of finding what fate has in store for him exactly. As for the other part... he is glad.

Kabukimono is the epitome of purity and innocence that this cursed star lacks so much. Purity for seeing things the way they are with no room for second thoughts, innocence for thinking in such manner that malice is out of the picture unless directly proven otherwise. Wish as he did that Khaenri'ah was that way, only very few escaped parameters of obsession, hatred and madness. Wish as he tried with all his might, long ago Khaenri'ah ceased having any fixing.

The harmless, initial query makes Dáinsleif's heart skip a beat, something he had already believed to not be a possibility in an empty shell like he currently is. Though moon-kissed featured denote exhaustion within their lack of movement, teal astral pupils quiver within glacial sapphire depths. When the realization that his name might be complicated to pronounce dawns on him, his eyes soften. Adults and children alike, elder people and teenagers in equal parts have always told him so, always tentatively to not rise any offence.

But it is the familiarity that such manner to say his name exudes alongside the memory of dear people to him that had been lost to the divine's wrath calling him Dain, alongside a traveling companion that he fell apart with not long ago... His heart is a battlefield, one in which two factions battle for dominance in this simple moment: a guilty mind that seeks warmth and kindness as any would and a weary soul that demands repentance for the sins he has committed— rather, for the sins he believes he has committed.

Albescent lashes flutter with a slow blink, an aching body forces itself to reach out a hand too cursed to touch something so pure that ought to be protected— even from himself, he silently begs. With what little strength he has left in him he squeezes gently Kabukimono's hand and his head dips once in a curt not. ❝Yes. I would like that.❞

For once, he wished that some of that beautiful innocence rubbed off on him. To trust in this world again, to trust in himself— that he has yet a purpose in this damned world if he was denied the mercy to find repentance in death.

@inavagrant ✦

#inavagrant #◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ lament of a fallen seraph ┊thread.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος δ: Ψάχνοντας τη χαμένη μοίρα┊To the journey’s end.┊#hey how are you doing :'))#placed this within the time you mentioned #that Dain was being treated!#I have so many feels about this #and he was in such an awful moment of his life #during this period of time #arguably one of the darkest moments of his life #but it kicks me in the gut #the beautiful way he perceives Kabukimono #after seeing so much ugliness and unfairness #anyway thank you for sending this in! ♥︎

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ansksosns · 3 years

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Sealed Fates

This blog has no followers b u t this is my secret writing blog, where I have not posted any works....until now.

Simps, I present to you; Tobirama Senju.

Part 2 can be found here!

Word count: 3023

You burst through his office doors, not bothering to knock or give any announcement of your arrival to his household despite the late hour. You knew he wasn’t asleep; the man only slept when exhaustion won the battle against his mind and body.

Surely enough, there he sat at his oak desk, gracing you with a rare display of surprise upon his face.

“Tobirama Senju.” You growl, gritting your teeth.

He quickly collects himself, his surprised expression disappearing as though it was never there. He now looks tired—How many days has it been since he truly slept?

“I do not recall inviting you into my home.” He says pointedly, as his eyes fall back on to the papers in front of him. He begins scribbling on them, probably updating notes on the newest jutsu he’d created.

His lack of urgency towards you only makes you more annoyed; you thought the two of you were finally getting somewhere, after Tobirama saved your life from the clutches of death a mere month ago. You quickly learned that you were wrong, as he became more reclusive than ever following your discharge from the hospital.

You had every intention on broaching this topic with him in a professional manner, even going so far as to schedule a meeting with him—a meeting, with the man you served as some sort of assistant for a better part of your career as a shinobi.

All formalities went out the window when you quickly caught a glimpse of a very specific marking on the small of your back; one you knew quite well, but had no recollection of getting.

“How long have you had the seal on me?” You bark, taking one step closer to his desk.

He stops scribbling for a moment, considering your words carefully.

You don’t give him a chance to defend himself. “At what point did you decide to brand me with your jutsu?”

You take another step closer to him, and slam your hands down on the desk to get his undivided attention. You won’t let him get away with this without some sort of consequence; he may be above you in the world of shinobi, but he was not above you as a human being. It is time he was reminded of that.

Tobirama gives you a low sigh and then sets his quill aside. He leans back in his chair, lacing his fingers together in his lap. He looks at you with narrowed eyes, silently telling you to tread carefully as you speak. You ignore his warning, and more forward with your wrath.

“I have given you more than adequate work; I’ve dedicated my entire life to yours and Hashirama’s dream for this village. I have fought beside you, and for you without ever asking for anything in return.”

You notice your arms have begun to shake, so you grip the edge of the desk to stop yourself. Tobirama’s eyes have not left yours since he looked up at you, and you find yourself suddenly wishing he would look away. His stare is penetrating; making you feel as though he sees right into your very being.

Despite this, you continue with your rant. “Using this seal to spy on me, whenever, wherever you want—that is your payment to my loyalty, my blood, sweat, and tears?”

Your voice is bordering on shrill as you speak. Tears threaten to spill over your eyes, and you curse yourself for such a display of weakness in front of Tobirama.

“I have forgiven you for many, many, unspeakable things, Tobirama, but this crosses the line.”

He scoffs at you, while giving you a heated glare.

“You think I would place the Hiraishin seal on you with malicious intent?” He asks in disbelief.

His voice is lower than usual, cloaked in anger, as though he is offended by the accusations you are making against him.

You give him a humourless chuckle, “You would do anything if it meant furthering your goals.” You spit back at him.

You can feel the pressure of your chakra rising in the air around you, as you find yourself getting more and more upset with the man in front of you, and for once you think you will get the better of this stubborn man. Of course, he is one always one step ahead of you—his significantly more powerful chakra is threatening to squash yours as soon as the words are leaving your mouth.

Though you know it is a losing battle, you do not back down.

“I will not be insulted in my own home.” He states.

You’ve never seen him this angry before; not even with Madara. You have seen a lot of Tobirama over the years—one would argue that, aside from Hashirama, you know the younger Senju brother better than anyone. This anger you are seeing is entirely new to you though, and if it was not for the rage that burned within your soul, you might have even felt bad for invoking it.

“I will not be disrespected—not by you, or anyone else.” You reply, leaning into his personal space.

You have known Tobirama for too long; you know how to play to his weakness’. The pressure from your chakra, though significantly weaker than his, mixed with a newfound rage, and your close proximity, should be more than his sensory skills can handle at the moment. It would throw him off, and that is what you need right now to get a win.

“I will not tolerate being berated by an insolent girl, on a subject she knows nothing of.”

He surprises you by moving himself forward, sharing a space with you without a second thought. You are eye to eye now, his piercing gaze striking through you that much more. Your chakra’s shove against each other, battling for dominance.

You wonder why he doesn’t just end it; he is more than capable of doing so. Why drag it out for longer than necessary, especially when it is causing this much anger inside of him?

“This is my body, Tobirama!” You snap. “You do not get a say in this, no matter your excuse!”

Your proximity does not bother him, and it annoys you greatly. Even when you have the confidence to be this close to him; to challenge him—he is throwing you through another loop. When will you ever win with him?

You grit your teeth, breathing slightly heavier than you would normally. You continue to hold his gaze, though you feel like it is killing you from the inside out to keep doing so. You can’t back down from him this time; Tobirama has long ruled over your heart and mind far too easily. Now was a better time than any to prove to yourself that you can no longer be easily swayed by the younger Senju brother.

Tobirama narrows his eyes at you, lifting himself from his chair, pushing you out of his space with the sheer force and pressure of his chakra. You stumble backwards a bit, your stance falters for a moment as you are in awe of the raw power he possesses. You do not see it often, as he makes sure his power is stored away for only those who deserve it.

For a moment, you think you have gone too far.

You quickly regain your composure, and use your chakra to force his right back at him. His lips twitch upwards slightly, like a smirk was threatening to pull at the corners of them.

Was he...enjoying this?

It is gone as quickly as it appeared. You convince yourself that you imagined it.

“That seal saved your life.” Tobirama argues. He rounds the desk quickly, leaving you with no time to move with him before he has you trapped against the desk, facing him.

He leaves enough room for you to escape, if you feel the need to but you know you won’t. You are aware of what he is doing—forcing your hand to make you submit to him in this argument. He’d done it time and time again, though never with malice. Tobirama has spent his life being in command, never one to give up the control unless absolutely necessary. He understands that the presence of his chakra is intimidating, and he often uses that to his advantage. Clearly though, he has yet to realize that the threat of his chakra doesn’t work on you anymore.

“I don’t care.” You respond, your grasp on the desk behind you causing your knuckles to turn white. “I’ll never be able to remove it. I’m tethered to you for the rest of my life.”

You don’t mean for your words to sound so delicate, as though they were a confession of your soul. It doesn’t particularly bother you, because you have no intent on leaving his side any time soon, but your poor choice of words change the nature of the argument to an area you did not prepare yourself for.

Tobirama’s chakra stutters before the pressure of it dies off completely. Your own chakra is now powerful against him, causing it to forcibly push him away from you.

He is no longer glaring at you, but staring at you with eyes wide, and a slack jaw.

Perhaps your words affect him more than you can comprehend.

You retract your looming chakra, and step towards him, but he takes one step back for each foot you move forward. He is quick to hide his emotions again, replacing the softness he held in his eyes for you with a drawn out and irritated sigh. With closed eyes, he turns away from you.

You watch in complete disbelief. Tobirama Senju has just backed down from you; he submitted, and in turn, admitted to his defeat. You did not expect this from him.

You open your mouth to speak, but the lax of his shoulders stops you.

“I thought of it as a means to protect you.” Tobirama says gently. There is no trace of anger, or annoyance in his tone anymore.

You feel your resolve crumble at his tone, and your heartbeat doubles in the confines of your ribcage.

You hate this.

You hate how he renders you like this so easily.

His hands ball into fists at his sides as he lets his words hang in the air, allowing you the time to process them.

“You do not need to protect me, Tobirama; You have so much more to take care of in the village. You should have complete faith in my abilities as a shinobi to take care of myself.”

He scoffs loudly at your words, and shakes his head from side to side but he refuses to look at you.

You want to question him—make him tell you out right that he doubts your skills and has no faith in you at all; that your stint in the hospital and him saving your life were all the signs he needed to change his mind about you.

But seeing him this way leaves you with no other choice other than waiting it out.

Minutes pass as you both stand there in silence. Tobirama is seemingly struggling to find the words he has been looking for, and you are just waiting for him to speak them. You decided that one way or another, the two of you would settle whatever this is before either of you leave the room.

You only hope it won’t end with him saying all the things you can’t bear to hear; such as how useless you are, or how much he doesn’t need you anymore.

If that is what it came to though, so be it. If it meant sorting this out, you would take his words with your head held high.

You rest your hips against the desk, folding your arms over your chest.

“Tobi,” You say gently, to serve as a reminder that you were still here with him. You know, of course, that he can’t forget that; he is especially strong with his sensory skills—almost always aware of everything around him without meaning to be.

He turns to you and your breath catches in your throat. He looks utterly defeated and exhausted. His hard, pensive gaze turned in for a much softer one and lips parted slightly. The tension in his forehead usually caused by having his brows knitted together in concentration is gone, and it makes him look much younger.

Tobirama was either always dressed in his armour, or kimonos since they had established the village; it helped maintain an almost royal like status to the clans who joined the founding of Konoha.

But he is just a man—still so young. War often aged people much further along than they really are; something you often forgot.

You find yourself then wishing, if only for just a moment, that you can take it all back. You wish you were easier on Tobirama, and gave him more of the support he needs without question.

But you knew, as Madara once said, Tobirama Senju will always listen to you. Though you would never take credit for the accomplishments he succeeds in, you are aware that you have an influence on decisions he makes from time to time. The two of you are a team, always; even in your stubbornness and anger, you worked together like it was second nature to you both.

Damn him for doing this to you. Damn him all to hell.

“I have lost almost everyone I have ever loved.”

He says it slowly and carefully as though he is not sure if the words will scare you away.

He takes one step closer to you, and stops as though he is unsure of what to do. Words bubble in your throat, but no matter how much you will them from yourself, they do not come out.

“I refuse to lose you, too.”

The words are spoken so quietly, but they ring loud and clear in your mind. The doubling of your heartbeat from earlier now tripled as his voice echoes off the walls of your brain. It’s just like him to confess such a thing behind a wall of pride, but the fact that he said it at all meant that he is serious.

Your balance on the desk gives out, and you quickly slam your hands into it to catch yourself from falling completely. Tobirama steps closer to you, his eyes searching your entire self, up and down. The words are caught on your tongue; a lump forming at the base of your throat prevents you from breathing.

Tobirama’s voice fills the silence. “Putting the seal on you without your knowledge was wrong, I will admit that much.”

He sounds stronger now, more determined than you have ever heard him before.

He takes one more step closer to you. Your knees grow weak.

“But it was the easiest decision I have ever made. I will continue to stand by that decision until my very last breath, even if it means you hate me for it.”

Those words manage to snap her out of her dream like state. Does he think getting rid of you will be so easy? It is just like him to do something like this—damn him. This all could have been avoided if the two of you had just told each other sooner.

You lean forward, slowly raising your hand to the side of his face. You give him ample time and room to inch away from your contact if he wants to, but he does not move. You cradle his cheek in your palm, fingers hooking behind his ear, thumb gingerly brushing against his cheek bone.

It is to your surprise that he leans in to your touch, and closes his eyes. Your heart pulls in your chest.

“I could never hate you, Tobi.” You say softly.

This is the truth; no matter how idiotic he is, the harder he pushes you away, giving you the Hiraishin seal—you could never hate Tobirama Senju.

“I am tethered to you for the rest of my life,” You repeat. In a moment of boldness, you grab one of his hands and slowly drag it to settle on the seal that is placed on the small of your back. You hear his breath catch.

“—By something much stronger than this seal.”

You love him, more than he will ever truly know.

You ghost your lips over his, waiting for the moment he will push you away, but it never comes. His grasp on you only tightens as he pulls you flush against him, capturing your lips in his.

He is soft, at first; gentle with you as he engulfs your body in his arms. The palm you had on his cheek slides down to his neck, lazily clinging to the ends of his hair.

You both pull away, only leaving a breath of space between the two of you. Your eyes meet briefly, before he is on you again, kissing you harder than before, with a certain finality burning through. You only return the kiss with as much passion, scared that Tobirama will be gone the moment you stop.

You pull him closer; he grabs you by your hips with a bruising force, walking you backwards into the desk before lifting you with ease to sit upon the edge of it. He kisses you harder than the other times, rutting himself between your legs.

It is all lips, teeth and tongue with the two of you; low and heady sighs escaping your mouth when he pulls away from you, leaving trails of kisses and bites down the side of your neck. Gasps leave you and you encircle your legs around him, securing him to you. Hands tugging at his hair, causing salacious groans to seep through his tentative mouth.

You say his name sinfully, and before you can register his firm grasp on you, he is lifting you up off the desk, and moving you from the office, to his bed room.

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auty-ren · 4 years

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The Offer: Chapter 1

Introductions

Pairing: ClanLeader!Mando x Reader (no y/n)

Rating: Explicit (for future chapters)

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Mentions of violence, Blood, Injury, Longing, Pet names

A/N: After the feedback on my preview, I decided to make this into a full-fledge fic. This chapter is a little slow in terms of action but I wanted to establish some things before we dived into filth. I’m honestly so excited and I hope y’all enjoy. Comments and feedback always appreciated. ClanLeader!Au created by @magichandthing

Chapter 2

P.S. Mira is an OC I created for this story and she will be in future chapters.

P.P.S. I also posted it on AO3 if you prefer that forum.

Summary: You run into a Mandalorian who wants to repay a debt. Little did you know you'd meet the most alluring man along the way. Din Djarin.

“Have you thought about my offer?”

“Yes, I have,” you sighed.

“And?”

“I accept"

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You can’t recall when the calm began and the fighting ended. For most, the lines between peace and war blurred a long time ago. It certainly affected the locals of the planet you were currently living on. Manual labor was the only thing you could offer to the galaxy, picking up jobs here and there to buy rations of food. Scavenging for metals, digging, harvesting, and menial tasks were all that made up your day. You survived this long, longer than your family, longer than most of the galaxy, but it felt part of you had died long ago.

After the empire, life was truly never the same for anyone. They drained the galaxy of everything it had, leaving destruction and barrenness in its wake. The Imps had caused most of the galaxy to become a shell of what it once was, the only thing that seemed to thrive was lawlessness. You saw it in the faces of people in the market, in the seemingly empty homes that ran alongside the town, an emptiness that was buried deep in wounds trying so desperately to heal.

Everyone tried to live their lives just as they have done before. Children still played in the streets, people walked together laughing, but the happiness was only skin deep, masking the grief of the galaxy. It was something that ate away at you, an emptiness that created a growing void over time. You could feel your mind falling away, going numb to the routine of your life. Your conscious embraced something that seemed to root from deep inside you, it had burrowed into your soul one ago, slowly eating away at the rest of you. It was becoming suffocating, exhausting you past the point any manual labor could. You feared you would never escape its clutch. Living and working and dying on this horrible little planet, where no one would miss you. Your loneliness became your one solace and your worst enemy. Alone, all you could do was immerse yourself in work, trying desperately to hold onto something you never had in the first place. It was a vicious cycle you weren’t sure could ever be broken. That was until the woman happened.

You couldn’t remember exactly what transpired. How any of it happened really. It was a day like any other, just as routine and conventional as they had been since you got here. You do remember being smacked across the face with something hard, falling to the ground. The taste of copper flooding your senses, and wetness pouring down your face. You had reached up to cradle yourself, blood seeping through your fingertips.

Everything surrounding that moment was a blur. The woman had offered her hand, apologizing for the injury. You had seen her before; walking through the market and even arguing with some of the townsfolk. She was truly hard to miss, she walked with a swagger of confidence and carried practically every weapon known to the galaxy on her back. She was always dressed in a maroon color, her armor is the only thing that offsets the monochromatic trend. It was much different than anything she had seen before.

If anyone else stood in her place you would've fled fearing the worst, but your mind was muddled, unable to comprehend the Mandalorian standing above you. Something was different about her, at least from the other mercenaries that came through. You had witnessed her differing moral compass at work before. She once threatened a man who came through town, a common criminal like most who came through. Unlucky for him, he robbed one of the places she frequented, taking the entirety of the merchants’ earnings. Everyone, including yourself, just stood by, too afraid of the confrontation. She, however, intercepted him before he could leave, disarming him quickly and leaving his unconscious body on the ground. She gave the credits back to the merchant.

“There is no honor among thieves,” she had huffed, annoyed with the disturbance of her day.

As she turned to leave you spoke up, asking her why she had even bothered.

“This is the way.”

—

“How long have you lived on this planet?” She inquired, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. Her helmet glinted in the sunlight, causing her presence to practically glow in the shade of the alleyway.

“Long enough,” you huffed, holding a cloth to your nose trying to reduce the bleeding. Why would she ask such a question? Since when did Mandalorians care for small talk?

“You don’t like it?” The woman didn’t sound surprised. Her tone rolled in an almost sarcastic way.

You just huffed in response. You hoped if you seemed uninterested the woman would leave you alone. It felt like an interrogation, intimidated by the domineering presence of a Mandalorian. At this point, you just wanted to return to your day, no matter how draining it would be.

“Would you like to leave?”

Those words rang in your ears, echoing even now as you sat in the belly of the woman’s ship, being carted off to a planet unrecognizable. The dizziness from earlier seemed to subside, especially since the woman gave you a shot of some sort, claiming it would help.

“Where are we going?” you mumbled.

“To my clan,” the woman responded, busying herself with the controls in front of her.

“Your clan?”

“To my home,” she clarified, not bothering to look up. “You will be welcome there and can rest, heal.”

“You’re taking me to your home because of this?” you gestured to your face, no doubt bruised and blooded. If it looked as bad as it had felt, you were sure it wasn’t pretty.

She paused in her actions, thinking carefully about her next words.

“It is my fault you sustained these injuries, you were innocent and did not deserve my wrath. Therefore, I will make sure you are healed and it will be much more comfortable for both of us if we return to my clan.”

The Mandalorian seemed unbothered by the notion of taking a stranger back to her home as if she does it regularly. But you figured it didn’t concern you. If this Mandalorian and her clan lived up to the stories you heard, they weren’t afraid of anyone.

“What’s your name?” you asked. If you were going to be staying, you couldn’t keep referring to her as “the woman.”

“You can call me Mira.”

—

The rest of the flight was spent in silence. You eventually moved to sit with Mira in the cockpit. Watching as she worked to prepare the ship for landing. You wondered what Mira’s home would be like. The Mandalorians were known to be the fiercest warriors in the galaxy. You had heard the stories before; tales of battle, triumph, and loss. Stories of the most formidable soldiers in the galaxy.

Regret started to cloud the corners of your mind. Fear of what you had gotten yourself into seeped into your chest, tightening your rib cage with each breath you took. Truly, you had no desire to stay and heal with Mira, you mainly wanted to escape her life previously. Opportunities to leave we’re few, especially with no status in the New Republic. When Mira had offered, there was no hesitation to get off that forsaken planet. You weren’t sure if things went sour you would be strong enough to get yourself out of it.

When the ship fell out of hyperspace, Mira’s home finally came into view. It definitely wasn’t what you expected, it was such a beautiful and peaceful looking place, tucked away in the far corners of the galaxy.

The planet was covered in a green lushness, the sky littered with enormous clouds that reflected the sun giving them faint hues of color. As you entered through the atmosphere, you saw the planet was lined with dense areas of forest. Trees reached the heavens, with fat brightly colored leaves adorning them. The forests stretched for most of the planet's surface, with large mountains that loomed far in the distance.

Mira landed in a clearing on the edge of a forest. Some other ships surrounded them, you recognized a few of the models from your time working as an apprentice. You figured these probably belonged to the rest of Mira’s clan. Mira couldn’t have been the only one who left the planet.

You stood staring at the mountains while Mira unloaded your ship. You had never seen a place this mesmerizing in your life. The sun was beginning to set, painting the landscape in red and purple rays. The air was fresh and crisp, filling your lungs with a gentleness you hadn’t felt in years. Everything seemed so bright and livid compared to your previous homes.

Mira called for you, climbing onto the back of a speeder driven by an R2 unit, loaded with supplies. You murmured an apology, settling among the crates and stretching your feet in front of you, Mira did the same mirroring her position.

“It will take some time to get to the village.” Mira’s tone was passive, in a matter of fact sort of way.

You gave a nod to let her know you heard her. As you tried to sleep, cushioned by the bags lining the speeder, you were reminded of the dull ache still permeating your face. The excitement of arrival had clouded the pain, but as you sat consumed by only your thoughts, it returned. Your face was no doubt swollen and puffy. You just hoped your nose wasn’t broken, you hoped it was nothing more than some swelling. Exhaustion was creeping up, and you wanted to succumb to it but the persistent throb of pain kept you from it.

Suddenly the speeder came to an abrupt halt, jolting you to the side.

“We’re here,” Mira started getting up and slinging sacks of supplies over her shoulders. “Follow me.”

You got up to follow as quickly as your legs would let you, holding onto the crates for support, your balance became unsteady as the pain pulsed harder. Whatever Mira originally gave you was wearing off. Before you could step foot off the speeder you were overwhelmed by the presence of what you can only gather is Mira’s clan.

People rushed to the speeder to help unload, brushing past you except for a curious glance. Most of them wore helmets like Mira, some of them didn’t. Either way, it was hard to keep track of the direction Mira moved. You were sure you’d lost her until you saw the glint of her helmet ahead.

That woman moves entirely too fast.

You continued to follow her, securing your own bag across your shoulders. You tried to move quickly, bumping into people on the way. You apologized to everyone you ran into, which was seemingly the entire clan at this point. You could feel the embarrassment rising, you just wanted to find Mira and it was getting frustrating at this point. It was hard to focus on the surroundings with the pain shooting through your skull. You nearly fell and ran into something you were sure was a wall. It was firm whatever it was and caused you to wince, jolting back from the pain that pulsed in her face.

“Easy,” a voice said that was much deeper than Mira’s.

Arms came up to steady you, and a warmth radiated towards you. You looked up and saw a dark visor staring back at you that was certainly not Mira’s

He was a Mandalorian but stood out from the rest in a way that demanded attention. His authoritative demeanor rolled off him in ways. His helmet was shiny and unlike Mira’s, two large tusks jutted out from the bottom, curling around to the front of his mask. His clothes were the same deep maroon Mira donned. He wore a cape with a large fur that sat on his pauldron covered shoulders, draping down his back. His forearms were accented with sleeves made of leather and cloth that bleed into a tattooed pattern tracing along his arms. Yet, his chest was bare except for the necklaces he wore; round beads and animal teeth were woven together to sit in the middle, set off by the toned muscle of his chest and torso. At his waist was a thick belt with a large buckle resting in the middle. It shone with the same luster as his helmet, it was molded into the shape of some creature. It seemed familiar but no matter how hard you tried to focus, you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.

His fingers lightly traced your chin, bringing your eyes back up to his visor. You didn’t realize you were just standing there, ogling over him. It was entirely unintentional, you had never seen anything like him before. You felt scolded like a child, almost embarrassed by your staring. Face suddenly growing very hot under his gaze.

“You must watch where you’re going,” his hushed baritone hit her ears, “or you’ll hurt yourself.” That voice quite possibly the most heavenly sound you had heard. You willed herself to speak but nothing came out, your mind was completely blank. It was as if you were stuck, only able to stare back up into this stranger.

“It’s a little too late for that,” Mira appeared to his right, arms crossed over her chest. The man turned to her and offered Mira a greeting in an unfamiliar language. They shook, hands clasped together at the forearms as if they were old friends.

“Who is this sweet girl?” The man asked, turning back towards you. The name he called you did not go unnoticed, and you felt your face getting even hotter. Mira began to explain the details of your meeting.

Mira refers to your injuries, and gently takes your chin and tilts your head so the Mandalorian can examine it better. Your instincts told you to run, to go anywhere else but here, but you remained planted firm to the ground. They were so close to you, examining as if you were just some object. You couldn’t even see their faces and yet they overwhelmed you. You had never wanted to disappear so badly at that moment.

They continued conversing in whatever native tongue they possessed. You stood there feeling much too exposed for your liking. More people seemed to notice your presence, looking in the direction of the three of you. Some murmured, looking between you and the two Mandalorians. There was no malice behind their intentions; you knew this but standing there with all those eyes watching your every move was not where you wanted to be.

Eventually, the man gestured to something behind him, Mira nodded and took a hold of your arm leading you away.

“One of the elders will be with us to help you shortly,” Mira led you in the direction of what you assumed was her home. You didn't even register you had moved until you were almost inside. You weren’t entirely sure if it was your wounds or the domineering exchange between the Mandalorian that left you light headed. Either way, you wanted nothing more than to lay down in a quiet place and hide away from the events of the past days.

You glanced back at the speeder, the Mandalorian was still in the same spot where he intercepted you, watching you both walk away. You turned back to Mira.

“Who was that man?” You asked much more enthusiastically than you would have liked. You couldn't lie and say he didn't intrigue you. His aura was overpowering but also enticed you in a way you couldn't explain.

“That was our clan leader, Din Djarin.”

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aterlupus · 3 years

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Varis's Speech Transcription (Part 1 of 2)

Part Two: Link Here

I've been meaning to post this for a while since I talk about it a lot but I want to finally have it written out. This will be a long post since I am essentially posting the entire cutscene three times over (The English Text, the JP Text, and my translation of the JP text.) Please note I don't consider myself fluent in Japanese and I do not claim this translation is perfect. This is why I post the JP text alongside it in case there is some things of note I might have missed.

If you ever see an asterisk in parenthesis like this: (***) it corresponds to a footnote at the bottom of the post.

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ENG: Varis: Esteemed representatives of the Eorzean Alliance -- on behalf of the Garlean Empire, I thank you for inviting me here today. As this parley was convened at your request, I invite you to speak first.

JP: ヴァリスゾス・ガルヴァス：エオルゼアの盟主たちよ我こそ、ガレマール帝国第二代皇帝ヴァリスゾス・ガルヴァスである。まずは聞かせてもらおうか、停戦を訴える貴公らの言い分を……。 TL: Varis: Lords of Eorzea, I am the second Emperor of Garlemald, Varis Zos Galvus. First, you should let me know what you have to say about the ceasefire. (*)

ENG: Nanamo: Very well, Your Radiance, I, Nanamo Ul Namo, Seventeenth in the line of Ul, should be pleased to oblige you.

JP: ナナモ・ウルナモ；それでは、わらわ、ウルダハ第十七代国王、ナナモ・ウル・ナモより、エオルゼア都市軍事同盟の総意を伝えよう。 TL: Nanamo: Now then, let me, Nanamo Ul Namo, 17th King of Ul'dah, convey the consensus of the Eorzean Military Alliance.

ENG: As recent events in Ala Mhigo and Doma have made plain, the subjugation and exploitation of neighboring nations is not a sustainable policy.

JP: ナナモウルナモ：貴国、ガレマール帝国の力による支配は、一時は成功しようとも、必ずや綻びが生じることは明白アラミゴ、ドマでの戦はその証左であった。 TL: It is clear that rule by the power of your country, the Garlemald Empire, will surely break even if it succeeds for a while, and the battle in Ala Mhigo and Doma was proof.

ENG: Should this day end in war, you may very well defeat us, but you will never extinguish the people’s desire for freedom. Though it may not be in our lifetime, there will be another revolution, another war, and the cycle will continue.

JP: ナナモウルナモ：我らはたとえ、此度の戦に敗れたとて幾世代にもかけて、自由を求め戦い続けるであろう。この終わりなき負の連鎖は、ここで断ち切らねばならぬ。 TL: Even if we lose the battle, the fight for freedom will continue for generations to come. This endless negative chain must be broken here.

ENG: Doma has entered into a concord with the nations of Eorzea. A partnership wherein we recognize one another as equals. Garlemald could be afforded similar treatment. You need only set aside your ambitions and join us in paving a path towards peace.

JP: そして、我らエオルゼア諸国、並びにドマ国は、各々が独立を保ちながらも、確かな同盟関係を結んでいる。そなたらガレアン人国家とも、平和裏に手を取ることができるはず。 TL: And as well, the countries of Eorzea were able to form a solid alliance with the countries of Doma, all while maintaining their independence. If this is the case, then we should be able to peacefully take hands with those of the Garlean Nation. Now is the time to abandon your grudges and desire for control, and seek a way of coexistence, is it not?

ENG: Varis: Hmph! You will not win me over with sophistry, Your Grace.

JP: ヴァリス・ゾス・ガルヴァス: フン…説弁だな。 TL: Varis: Hah, So that’s your excuse?

ENG: As you know only too well, this alliance lacks the strength to keep the peace within its own borders. Even now, your struggles with the beastmen continue unabated.

JP: ヴァリスゾス・ガルヴァス：いまでこそ同盟関係にあるのやもしれんが、エオルゼアとて、かつては国同士の戦争や内乱が絶えなかったさらに言えば、今なお「蛮族」との争いを続けておる。 TL: Maybe you call yourself an alliance, but Eorzea is still fighting with the “Barbarians”(**), and once before, the wars and civil wars between your nations were constant.

ENG: Divided, you sow this fertile soil with the seeds of your differences and reap naught but discord and chaos for your trouble. Eorzea must be united under one leader, one purpose. I would offer you both and bring an end to your strife.

JP: ヴァリスゾス・ガルヴァス：断言するが、国が分かたれていれば、争いの種は尽きることはないすべての民が、ひとつ理想の下に集わぬかぎり終わりなき負の連鎖とやらは、断ち切れはせぬというものよ。 TL: Varis: I do affirm, that if the nations are separated, the seeds of conflict will never run out. Unless all people are gathered under one ideal, the endless negative chain will indeed never be cut off.

ENG: Lyse: With all due respect, Your Radiance, the only thing that you offered the people of Ala Mhigo was fear and hopelessness.

JP: リセ：お言葉だけど…帝国に支配されたアラミゴでは、属州民は自由を奪われ虐げられ、恐怖と絶望の下で生きていたそれが、帝国の掲げる理想というものなの。 TL: Lyse: If I may have a word... In Ala Mhigo, which was dominated by the Empire, the people were deprived of freedom, oppressed, and lived in fear and despair. That is the ideal of the empire.

ENG: Hien: The citizens of Doma can also attest to the meager alms of Imperial Rule. There is no purpose to be found in a life of oppression, each day more uncertain than the last.

JP: ヒエン：ドマも同じだ……。支配された民は圧政に怯え、明日をも知れぬ身に、皆、震えていた. TL: Hien: The same rings true for the people of Doma, the ruled people were terrified of oppression, and trembled in the face of tomorrow.

ENG: Lyse: Our people are willing to die for their freedom. A great many already have. And countless more will, if we don’t put an end to this madness here and now.

JP: リセ：結果、自由を求めて戦が起こり、多大な犠牲が出ることになった。帝国のやり方は、悲惨な争いを生むだけなんだ。 TL: As a result, war broke out for the sake of Freedom, and at a great cost. The Empire’s way only creates disastrous conflicts.

ENG: Varis: We brought order and stability to your lives. This madness and bloodshed is of your own making. You broke the peace, not Garlemald.

JP: ヴァリスゾス・ガルヴァス：統治者に逆らい争いを起こしたのはそちら。圧政を敷かざるをえんのも、反逆者が絶えぬため従っていれば、平和は約束されていたものを・。 TL: That was those who fought against their ruler. The reason why we have put up these oppressive rules is because peace was promised if the Rebels obeyed, but they only continue to rebel.

ENG: Raubahn: Peace? Order? You kill our people, despoil our lands, take everything that is ours. And what? You expect us to lick the boot that grinds out faces into the dirt?

JP: ラウバーン：仲間を殺され、祖国を疎潤され、すべてを奪われた者たちが、大人しく従うことはない反旗を翻すのも当然のことではないか………？ TL: Raubahn: Our friends were killed, we were deprived of our homeland, and deprived of the ability to rebel against the Empire, and what of the sacrifices of those who obeyed quietly...?

ENG: Varis: I expect you to weigh the costs. To recognize that countless lives have been lost on both sides in pursuit of a greater good -- and to not squander all that we have achieved in a fit of petulance.

JP: ヴァリス・ゾス・ガルヴァス：その反逆によって出たこちらの犠牲も、決して少なくはない。戦死した兵らにも、それぞれの人生があったのだ。尊い犠牲を無駄にせぬためにも、歩みを止めるわけにはいかん。 TL: Varis: The sacrifices made by the Rebellion are not small. The soldiers who died in the war also had their own lives. You cannot stop walking this path, so that you do not waste their precious sacrifices.

ENG: Aymeric: Your Radiance, I fear I can personally attest to the dangers of pursuing one’s vision with such righteous fervor.

JP: アイメリク：では、私から少し話をさせていただこう。 TL: Aymeric: Please, permit me to talk a bit.

ENG: For a thousand years, the Holy See of Ishgard waged war with dragons. A thousand years of sacrifice, of sorrow and hate, in which we bathed in the blood of friend and foe alike. Had it gone on any longer, we may well have drowned.

JP: アイメリク：我が国、イシュガルドは千年にわたってドラゴン族と戦ってきた。双方とも犠牲の山はうず高く積まれるばかり、戦はどちらかが滅びるまで続くものと思われた。 TL: Aymeric: My country, Ishgard, has been fighting dragons for a thousands years. On both sides, the mountains of sacrifices were piled up high, and the war was expected to continue until one of us died out.

ENG: Yet we have chosen to raise ourselves out of this bloody spiral, and have since made peace with our former enemy.

JP: アイメリク：しかし、我々とドラゴン族は千年の禍根を乗り越え、竜詩戦争を終結させ、融和の道を歩み始めたのだ貴国との間にも、必ずや和平の可能性があるはず… TL: Aymeric: However, we and the dragons overcame this millennia of wrath, and ended the Dragonsong War, and we have begun a path of reconciliation. There must be way... to have peace with your country.

ENG: Varis: So I understand. No doubt the dragons were more receptive to your overtures in the wake of their leader’s demise.

JP: ヴァリスゾス・ガルヴァス：その融和とやらも、竜の頭目かの邪竜を殺すことでのみ、成し遂げたと聞くが？ TL: Varis: I hear your reconciliation was only achieved by killing the Evil Dragon, the Head of the Dragons...

ENG: You speak of peace, yet use war to achieve it. Your father would not have bothered to obscure his intent with honeyed words. He understood that strength is all that mattered in the end.

JP: ヴァリスゾス・ガルヴァス：私は、美辞麗句を語る責様より、強大な力によって、すべての者を統べようとした先の教皇にこそ、共感を覚えるのだがな。 TL: I sympathize with the Pope, who tried to rule with great power, rather than to shift responsibility by speaking in rhetoric.

ENG: Without his clarity of vision, I can but wonder what will become of Ishgard and her people. There was a time when Garlemald too lacked a leader of conviction. Weak and unable to wield magic, we were at the mercy of the strong, from whom we sought refuge in the bitter cold of the north.

JP: ヴァリス・ゾス・ガルヴァス：まったく話にならぬな………。そもそも、「己の国」とやらの定義は何なのだ. ガレアン族は、故郷を追われた民である先天的に魔法が使えぬ我らは、領土争いに敗れ、北方の寒冷地に追いやられた歴史を持つ。 TL: That is to say... In the first place, what even is the definition of “My country”? The Garleans have a history of being displaced from their hometowns, who are congenitally unable to wield magic, and have been defeated in territorial disputes and driven to the freezing regions of the north.

ENG: Were it not for the discovery of ceruleum, and the subsequent development of magitek, we might never have gained the power to take back which was rightfully ours.

JP: ヴァリスゾス・ガルヴァス：そこで青燐水を発見し、魔導技術を得たからこそ、領土を取り戻し、強国へ成長することもできたが…それまでは厳しい生活の中、苦汁をなめてきたのだ。 TL: It is because we discovered ceruleum, and acquired the ability to wield magic skills, that we were able to regain territory and grow into a powerful country. Until then, it had been a bitter and difficult life.

ENG: Merlwyb: You speak as if your people were the first to have been driven from their homes. Limsa Lominsa was built by wayward souls in search of a place to call their own. On the shores of Vylbrand we found it, and from those humble beginnings did we grow and flourish. And all without robbing our neighbors of their liberty.

JP: メルウィブ：我らリムサ・ロミンサの民も、同じく故郷を追われた身だ。それでも、新天地を切り開いて海の都を築き上げた。だが、必要以上の拡大はせぬ。不遇な境遇だからとて、侵略が肯定されるわけではない。 TL: Merlwyb: The people of Limsa Lominsa are also displaced from their hometowns. Still, we opened up a new world and built a city of the sea. However, we didn’t expand more than necessary. The aggression is not there because of the unfavorable circumstances.

ENG: Varis: So sayeth the pirate. Am I to believe that you simply asked the kobolds to yield up their lands, and that they were happy to oblige you? That you did not drive them out like rats in the hold of one of the man ships seized by your “privateers”?

JP: ヴァリスゾス・ガルヴァスさすがは海賊、略奪が日常ゆえに忘れてしまったか？バイルブランド島を、先住民のコボルド族から奪ったことをもっとも、蛮族を駆逐するとは、よい心掛けだがな。 TL: Varis: As expected from a Pirate... have you forgotten this because looting has become an every day occurrence? Taking Vylbrand Island from the indigenous Kobolds was the best way to get rid of those Barbarians.

ENG: I will concede that, after centuries of exile, reclamation may be mistaken for invasion. Nevertheless, it is not -- and those who till stolen soil have no right to object when cast out in turn.

JP: ヴァリスゾスガルヴァス：ガレアン族が故郷を取り戻すまでの数百年間で、その土地に根付いた民にとってみれば、我らは所詮、侵略者。相互理解などという、生ぬるいもので共存できようはずもない。 TL: In the hundreds of years it took for the Garleans to regain their homeland, for the people rooted in the land, we are, after all, invaders. There is no way we can coexist with lukewarm things such as a mutual understanding.

ENG: Kan E Senna: Your uncompromising nature rivals that of the Ixal. They too lament circumstances which they themselves perpetuate. Were they but to embrace peace, we would welcome them with open arms. Indeed, some few have done just that, and now receive the Twelveswood’s bounty.

JP: まるで・…行き場がないと嘆き、黒衣森の恵みを奪うことで精霊の心を乱す、イクサル族のようです。しかし、そんなイクサル族のなかにも、己の拠り所をみつけ充足を得た者たちもいます。 TL: Kan E Senna: Ah... It’s just like that Ixali tribe. You lament there is no place to go, and are like them, who disturb the Spirits by robbing the Blessings of the Twelveswood. However... there are some Ixal Tribes who have found their own bases, and they are satisfied.

ENG: Kan E Senna: Would that your people might learn from their example.

JP: カヌ・エ��センナ：ガレマール帝国にも、拡大路線だけでなく、民の幸福を実現する、ほかの道があるのではないでしょうか？ TL: Kan E Senna: Isn’t the Garlemald Empire not just an expansion route, but a way to achieve a means of well-being for the people?

ENG: Varis: You would dare compare us to the birdmen? You who thought to invoke the Twelve and threaten all of creation?

JP: ヴァリス・ゾス・ガルヴァス：まさか、我らが蛮族に喰えられようとはな・。容易く神に救いを求めるそちらこそ、世界の脅威だ。 TL: It is impossible to compare, considering you would have been consumed by the Ixali if not for threatening the whole world with the summoning of your Gods...

ENG: I came here in the hope of finding some speck of common ground, but I see now these discussions will accomplish nothing. Despite what you people may believe, I am not wont to choose the sword over the olive branch. ‘Tis but a pity men are loath to accept one without first being shown the other.

JP: 少しでも停戦の可能性があればと、会談の申し出を受けたものの��このままでは、将が明かぬな。こちらとて、無駄な血は流したくないのだがやはり、武力で語り合うしかないということか。 TL: I was offered a parley if there was any possibility of a ceasefire, but I believe it has been made clear to me... I don’t want to shed wasted blood, but after all, I have no choice but to talk only by force. (***)

ENG: Alisaie: Wait, I beg you! This meeting was supposed to be a chance to find a way forward together, not to bemoan the missteps which brought us here.

JP: 待ってせっかく、敵対し続けてきた者同士が会談の場を持てたのだから、もう少し話し合いましょう。 TL: Wait, we have been hostile this whole time before even having a chance to meet, so please, let us talk a bit more!

ENG: Please -- if you truly consider violence a last resort, there must be a way we can come to an agreement.

JP: お互い戦いを望んでいないのなら、過去の非をあげつらうのでなく、停戦に向けて歩み寄るべきよ. TL: Alisaie: If you don’t want to fight each other, you should walk towards a ceasefire instead of blaming the past.

ENG: Nanamo: As Mistress Alisaie says, we did not come here to bicker over the past, but to discuss how we might strive towards a brigter future. Emperor Varis, may I suggest a short recess, that all present might compose themselves prior to begin anew?

JP: ナナモウルナモ：確かに……その通りじゃ。この会談は、お互いの未来に向けて話し合うはずであった。ヴァリス殿、議論がもつれてしまったいま休憩を挟んで、皆で頭を冷やしてから、改めて話し合わぬか。 TL: Nanamo: Certainly... That’s right. This talk was supposed to discuss each other’s futures... Lord Varis, now that the discussion has become muddled, let us take a break, cool our heads, and then discuss again.

ENG: Varis: Very well. I pray this intermission will suffice to move these talks in a more constructive direction.

JP: ヴァリスゾス・ガルヴァス：よかろう。一服の後に、建設的な話ができることを期待しているぞ。 TL: Good luck. I hope we can talk constructively after the break.

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*Worth noting Varis did not actually give them the same sort of in like he did in English, in Japanese they begin to tear into him with no prompting to do so, making them appear even less professional.

** In saying “Barbarians” in quotes, He means the beast tribes. Garleans refer both to Eorzeans and the Beast Tribes with the term Barbarians, which is why he highlights this, because he knows the Eorzeans consider the Beast Tribes to be lesser, while Varis considers them to be the same.

*** He is essentially saying the group has not really given him a chance to talk about peace at all, and therefore, he will talk about peace only by force. (Essentially saying “I suppose I’ll actually be able to talk peace with you once I defeat you. Because we aren’t talking about it right now.”)

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I’m breaking this post into two so this is the end of the first cutscene, the second one I will link to later.

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How will the legend of the age of trees Feel, when the last tree falls in England? When the concrete spreads and the town conquers The country’s heart; when contraceptive Tarmac’s laid where farm has faded, Tramline flows where slept a hamlet, And shop-fronts, blazing without a stop from Dover to Wrath, have glazed us over? Simplest tales will then bewilder The questioning children, “What was a chestnut? Say what it means to climb a Beanstalk, Tell me, grandfather, what an elm is. What was Autumn? They never taught us.” Then, told by teachers how once from mould Came growing creatures of lower nature Able to live and die, though neither Beast nor man, and around them wreathing Excellent clothing, breathing sunlight— Half understanding, their ill-acquainted Fancy will tint their wonder-paintings Trees as men walking, wood-romances Of goblins stalking in silky green, Of milk-sheen froth upon the lace of hawthorn’s Collar, pallor in the face of birchgirl. So shall a homeless time, though dimly Catch from afar (for soul is watchfull) A sight of tree-delighted Eden.

- C.S. Lewis, The Future of Forestry

In his poem “The Future of Forestry,” C. S. Lewis outlines his poetic lamentation over the erosion of the environment.

C.S. Lewis recognises that the destruction of nature is very much an urgent matter. His attitude towards the environment would also be reflected in themes throughout his Chronicles of Narnia series, where being a defender of the forest is an indicator of a character being on Aslan’s side.

How did C.S. Lewis come to this view of the importance of Christians looking after God’s creation rather than dominating it. How did Lewis get so green?

The answer lies in the destruction and decimation of World War One. For C.S. Lewis and his friend, JRR Tolkein, World War One produced, in essence, an environmental holocaust.

This aspect of the conflict left a deep impression on both Christian authors and Oxford dons. Having personally experienced the awful prodigy of modern industry and technology - both men fought bravely in the trenches in France - they enlisted nature itself as a protagonist in their epic stories of good vs. evil.

Even before the war, Tolkien and Lewis had come to resent the encroachment of industrial life into rural England. Tolkien lamented "the tragedy and despair of all machinery laid bare," meaning the modern attempt to enhance our control over the world around us, regardless of the consequences.

In "The Lord of the Rings," Saruman the wizard "has a mind for metal and wheels; and he does not care for growing things, except as far as they serve him for the moment." The hateful realm of Mordor is sustained by its black engines and factories.

Likewise, Lewis viewed respect for nature as intrinsic to human happiness. In "The Chronicles of Narnia," his series of books for children, the various animals play a central role in the story. The smallest of creatures -- such as a mouse named Reepicheep -- display the greatest of human virtues. As biographer Alister McGrath observes: "Lewis' portrayal of animal characters in Narnia is partly a protest against shallow assertions of humanity's right to do what it pleases with nature."

The experience of war deepened this sensibility.

Both men enlisted as officers in the British Expeditionary Force and saw intense fighting at the front. Lewis was injured by mortar fire - the shell killed his sergeant standing a few yards away - and was shipped back to England to recover. "My memories of the last war," he wrote, "haunted my dreams for years." Tolkien survived the ferocious Battle of the Somme, but contracted trench fever and was taken out of harm's way. In the horror of the Somme he was given a vision of Mordor: the "dead grasses and rotting weeds" and "a land defiled, diseased beyond healing." As Tolkien acknowledged years later, the Dead Marshes "owe something to Northern France after the Battle of the Somme."

The two great authors met at Oxford in 1926, where they discovered a mutual love for mythology and English literature. Tolkien, a devoted Catholic, helped convert Lewis to Christianity. Lewis persuaded Tolkien to pursue his story about hobbits and Middle-earth.

Their influence on each other's literary imagination was subtle, yet profound. In the climactic scenes in both of their epic works - stories framed by a great war - nature itself is caught up in the conflict.In Lewis' "Prince Caspian," the character Trufflehunter explains to Caspian that it will be difficult to wake the spirits of the trees in the battle against Miraz, the unlawful King of Narnia. "We have no power over them. Since the Humans came into the land, felling forests and defiling streams, the Dryads and Naiads have sunk into deep sleep." Yet the war cannot be won without their help, and Aslan, the great Lion, summons them to join the battle: the "woods on the move."

Tolkien's humanoid trees, the Ents, are among the most memorable figures in fantasy. Led by Treebeard, the oldest living creature in Middle-earth, the Ents were created as guardians of the forest. Earlier wars had decimated the land, forcing the Ents to confine themselves to Fangorn Forest, where they hoped to avoid the War of the Ring. But Sauron's advance compels them to abandon their moral neutrality. "A thing is about to happen which has not happened since the Elder Days," explains Gandalf. "The Ents are going to wake up and find that they are strong."

At the start of the 20th century, when Tolkien and Lewis began their Oxford careers, enthusiasm over "the conquest of nature" was at a fever pitch in the industrialized West. The fever raged with horrific fury during the Great War.

In the Christian imagination of these authors, the assault on nature carried spiritual significance: Man's sins against nature will not go unpunished, and nature will take its revenge.

Contemporary Christians have always had an ambivalent if not hostile attitude to tackling environmental issues such as climate change, carbon emissions or other green issues like clean air and drinking water. This is particularly so in America where scientific illiteracy as well as a distrust in science in general is a particular feature of some Christian churches, especially amongst the so-called white evangelical churches. Science has become a punching bag in the so called Culture Wars in the US between left and right when it shouldn’t be. Thankfully this attitude is only prevalent in America and generally not shared by many church denominations and movements outside of America, especially in Europe, Africa and Asia.

A biblical worldview means accepting the fact that the earth is loved by God and humans have a responsibility to care for it. We have a responsibility to not strip the land of vegetation and to allow the earth to have what it needs to be fertile and productive. That’s not liberal environmentalism, that’s Bible. If man-made climate change is true (and it is), Christians ought to be the most outspoken and supportive of change, because they believe that God has tasked us all with caring for this planet in such a way that it thrives.

Such Christians recognise the need to be good stewards of God’s creation, especially nature. In this Lewis and Tolkein provided an early and important voice to ecological good stewardship and best illustrate the aesthetic intensity of Christian green and environmental consciousness and ultimately a call to action.

**C.S. Lewis looking out from his college rooms, Magdalen College, Oxford. Photo by Arthur Strong, 1947.

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Rescue (1/10)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Enhanced!Omega!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: violent and abusive situations

Summary: The Avengers are sent in to rescue a group of omegas from the hands of Hydra. There Bucky finds you, an enhanced omega. Can you ever be fully rescued from what Hydra has done to you?

A/N: I’m incredibly excited for this story. I love A/B/O stories and I’ve wanted to do one for quite a while, I just didn’t have the right idea. I’m hoping you all go on this journey with me and that I’m able to contribute something of value to the A/B/O genre. This fic is dedicated to @all1e23 whose fic Heart & Soul is the pinnacle of A/B/O stories. Thanks for always being a source of inspiration.

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“Sergeant Barnes… Sergeant Barnes I need you to wake up.” FRIDAY’s lilting accent comes over the system in Bucky’s room dragging him from his sleep.

“Whatdaya want.” Bucky mumbled into the pillow, squinting one eye open to try to read the time on the clock. 6:35, way too early for the man that never sleeps.

“Captain Rogers has requested your presence in conference room B.” Came FRIDAY’s reply.

“Tell the good Captain to fuck off, FRIDAY.” Bucky grumbled, burrowing deeper into his covers.

“Captain Rogers anticipated that response, Sergeant, and says if you’re not in the conference room in 5 minutes he’s sending Sam to your room with a pitcher of ice water. I believe Sam has opted for a bucket.”

“Alright alright, tell him I’m coming.” Bucky groaned loudly and hauled himself off the bed. He knew Steve was deadly serious about sending Sam after him. He quickly dragged on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and pulled his hair into a low bun. He said he’d show up, he didn’t say anything about looking presentable.

Bucky risked Steve’s wrath with a detour through the kitchen for a cup of coffee. As he was pulling his favorite Star Wars mug from the cabinet Sam came grunting around the corner with a five gallon bucket of water and what appeared to be all the ice from the freezer.

“You can put that away, I’m up,” Bucky said as he poured coffee from the steaming pot on the counter. Sam dropped the bucket down with a thunk and icy water sloshed onto the ground.

“Aw man,” Sam whined, “I was really looking forward to that. I was going to have FRIDAY record it and everything.” Bucky smirked over the rim of his mug as he took a sip. “Come on man, Steve’s getting antsy. This is a big one.”

Bucky followed Sam down the hallway away from the kitchen, past the lab where Bruce sat tinkering and into the conference room. He found Steve, Nat, Tony, and Clint already gathered, their eyes plastered to the holoscreen in front of them. Bucky studied the screen and easily recognized it as a Hydra base buried deep in a mountain range.

“What’s the story?” Bucky asked as the eyes in the room swiveled to him. Steve took in his disheveled appearance and rolled his eyes before launching in.

“Ok, let’s start.” Everyone moved around the table and grabbed a seat as Steve began sliding briefing files in front of them. Bucky caught his and flipped the file open revealing a photo of an emaciated girl in threadbare clothes. His stomach clenched at the obvious signs of abuse on her body.

“This girl was picked up in a small town in the Ural Mountains.” “Where?” Sam quipped “Russia.” Bucky muttered, knowing the area far too well.

“Right,” said Steve, “she’s an omega and she says she escaped from this base where they are experimenting on a group of young omegas.”

“Experimenting how?” Nat asked, her mouth drawn into a tight grimace

“They got ahold of something alien and they’re trying to enhance the girls. Give them powers.” Steve replied.

“Why would they want to enhance an omega? Everyone wants their omegas weak and submissive." Clint spat bitterly. As the only omega in the room Clint was especially disturbed by the file he was reading through.

“Not everyone, sweet ‘Mega.” Nat purred with a reassuring hand on Clint’s knee. Steve cleared his throat and carried on.

“Apparently they’ve also been working on the area of the brain that controls submission. I think they’re trying to create an army of enhanced omegas that will submit to whatever their alphas tell them to do.” Steve stated.

“Makes sense," Sam said, “It’d be hard to get a group of enhanced alphas to submit to anything.”

“Exactly," Steve replied. “The objective is to take down the base and rescue the hostages. Bucky, do you recognize the place?” Steve’s voice was strained as he asked the question but Bucky knew where he was going with it.

“Yeah, I’ve been there.” Bucky said, his voice tight.

“Ok, Bucky gets in and finds the hostages and we keep the battle away from the omegas. Draw Hydra outside and light ‘em up. Tony, you take out security, Clint, your our sniper. Sam, Tasha and I will keep the fight on the ground-“

“-or in the air-“ sam quips

“-and give Bucky time to rescue hostages. From what we’re told, there’s only about a dozen. Some of them are pretty young. Let’s not screw this one up guys.” The group nodded their assent.

“Let’s suit up.”

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Bucky could smell fear on the air as soon as he breeched the Hydra facility. It tickled his nose and unsettled his stomach. Omega fear, the place was rank with it. He moved like a ghost through the halls, taking out stray Hydra agents as he went. He could hear the chatter of the main battle over his comms.

Steve: Three on your left Tasha

Sam: I got ‘em

Natasha: Thanks Sam

Bucky tuned out the chatter and continued his portion of the mission, rescuing the omegas that were being experimented on in this facility. He moved deeper into the maze of the base. Enemy agents became fewer till there was no sound but that of his own blood rushing in his ears, his heart beating in his chest. Bucky passed an open doorway with a stairwell beyond and the stench of fear nearly made him gag. It was rolling up from the depths of the tunnels below. He could also smell the hot metallic hint of another Alpha.

Bucky braced himself and moved steadily down the stairs. He’d reached the deepest place this base had to offer, where the tunnels turned to stone caverns and the cages were built out of the mountain itself. He never could have prepared for the sight that greeted him. Omegas chained to the cave walls. Girls no older than 20, emaciated and dressed in fabric far too thin for the chilly damp air. They cowered away from him as he approached. He was an Alpha and Alphas meant suffering. There were no sweet alpha smells here, the acrid, burning stench of fear blanketed everything and he had to cover his nose with his gloved hand to keep from retching.

You sensed Bucky approaching the cave where you and your Alpha stood waiting. You smelled him before you saw him and a gasp choked in your throat as you did. You hadn’t smelled a sweet smelling Alpha since you’d been ripped from your father’s arms 15 years ago. The scent of sunshine and soil and fresh cut grass cut through the stink that usually flooded your senses and you stumbled back a few steps into your Alpha’s burly chest. He grabbed you roughly by the throat and brought his nose to your scent gland, reminding you who’s you were. His scent was all metal and blood but it was fighting for dominance at the moment. His deep voice whispered in your ear,

“When that Alpha comes around the corner you’ll do as I say, won’t you Omega. You’ll do as I say or I’ll put a bullet through your skull.” You nodded your submission, your whole body trembling.

Bucky heard the man’s whispered threat and tightened his grip on his gun. He was steps away from the cave when a smell reached him and confused his senses. Lavender. True, pure lavender like the kind his Ma used to grow in her window box. She’d take ripped stockings and make little bundles of lavender to sell on Sundays. He couldn’t understand how your scent was cutting through all the fear in this dungeon but he knew that’s exactly what it was- you, reaching out to him, begging him to save you.

Bucky stepped around the corner and locked eyes with you, his gun trained directly between your Alpha’s eyes. His scent overwhelmed you. As a bonded Omega another Alpha’s scent shouldn’t have this much of an effect on you but it did. You couldn’t describe how his scent made you feel, you’d only felt fear for so long. But now something else began to creep in. You became aware that your Alpha was shouting at you.

“I said deal with him, you bitch!” He snarled. His grip was still around your neck and he thrust you away from his chest toward Bucky like a shield. The sight made Bucky’s hackles rise. Electricity crackled at your fingertips but you already knew you’d never make a move to harm the man standing in front of you. Bucky glanced down at your hands and then looked back to you questioningly. You let the lighting in your hands fizzle out, your gaze promising him you’d never use it against him.

“You think I’m fucking around you dirty little cunt!?” Your Alpha shouted. He kicked the back of your knees out, dropping you to the ground as he pulled his gun from his holster and pressed it painfully to the back of your head. Bucky rushed forward as close as he could, the cave’s bars keeping you an arms length away. “Fucking finish him or I’ll finish you,” your Alpha screamed.

“Drop the gun asshole,” Bucky growled. Your Alpha sneered in response and pressed the gun harder against your head.

Tears streamed down your face as you dropped your gaze to the floor. You felt bile rise to the back of your throat. You knew you were sealing your own fate with your next words,

“I won’t do it. I won’t fight him” You whispered, sobbing quietly. The gun cocked immediately and a shot rang out, the echo ricocheting off the walls. Before you could register what had happened a pain like you’d never felt was ripping through your chest. Someone somewhere was screaming while you lay on the floor clutching your chest as wave after wave of burning pain washed over you. The sound of metal being ripped apart and there are hands on you, gentle hands brushing the hair out of your face.

“What is it? Where are you hurt?” His voice is frantic and still someone is screaming. The pain doesn’t stop.

“Try to calm down. Let me help you. Shh, shh, sweet girl.” Bucky’s voice is slowly anchoring you. You realize the screaming is you and with that knowledge the screaming stops, replaced by a low groaning.

“Please, tell me where you’re hurt” “You killed him. You killed my Alpha.” It’s the only coherent thought you can communicate and you look up at your rescuer, your eyes begging him to understand. Bucky’s eyes widen in fear. He didn’t know, he couldn’t have known how much danger he was putting you in by saving your life. “How long were you bonded?” He asks desperately as he begins to gather you into his arms.

“Since I was twelve.” You��re groaning and shaking violently. Bucky’s stomach heaves at the thought of a bonded twelve year old but it’s much worse than that. If he doesn’t get you help in the next few minutes, you’re going to die.

Chapter 2

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Asura Rana, Malkizid

Image by Raven Mimura, © WIzards of the Coast. Accessed at Obsidian Portal here

[Commissioned by @tar-baphon. Malkizid is from the Forgotten Realms, and was seduced by Lolth into attacking Corellion Latherian in the Seldarine War. Since none of those proper nouns exist in Pathfinder, I did my best to make his flavor text a little more generic. Statistics for Malkizid appeared in the 3.5 supplement Champions of Ruin, and these statistics are based on those. The 3.5 version was a devil, but I figured that asura was more appropriate, with the divine connection.]

Asura Rana, Malkizid CR 27 LE Outsider This humanoid is stocky and tall, with skin made of marble. His face would be handsome, if not for his eyes, which are empty black pits, and the bleeding wound that opens his brow. Short horns curl from his temples. Feathered wings grow from his back, and his hands and feet are the talons of an eagle. A thin, rat-like tail grows from the base of his spine.

Malkizid, the Branded King, Elfbane Concerns corruption, elves, treason Domains Charm, Destruction, Evil, Law Subdomains Corruption, Hatred, Lust, Tyranny Worshipers conspirators, evil elves, the ambitious Minions asuras, daemons, fallen angels Unholy Symbol a cracked skull oozing blood Favored Weapon bastard sword Devotion Spend one hour plotting an act of treason, or encouraging others to commit treason. Gain a +4 bonus to saves against charm and compulsion effects. Boons 1: suggestion; 2: blade barrier; 3: overwhelming presence

When a subset of elves turned to the worship of demons and transformed into drow, the elven pantheon was thrown into disarray. During this tumult, the solar Malkazid was tempted to ruin and attempted a coup. Smote across the forehead and cast into Hell, he transformed into an asura, as much for his divine mistake as anyone else’s. Over the course of millennia, he has allied with asura ranas, daemonic harbingers and the Lords of the Nine Hells themselves, betraying them each in turn as he got what he desired from them. Fled from Hell on pain of death by the agents of Asmodeus, he currently dwells in a demesne carved from Abaddon, the Barrens of Doom and Despair. There he works his sinister schemes, nothing less than the complete destruction of all the elven races.

In combat, Malkizid typically opens with his prismatic disruption, stripping magic from his enemies while striking them with corrupted beams of unholy radiance. He favors the use of a lawful bastard sword in combat, but is also skilled with his claws and lashing, rat-like tail. Malkizid rarely battles alone, and if he does not have allies when confronted, he summons them and reinforces their abilities with his magic. He retains many of the abilities of the solar he once was, and is a powerful and flexible spellcaster.

Malkizid’s favorite weapons are his honeyed words and false promises. He delights in slowly turning mortals to treachery and betrayal, favoring elves who would work against their own kind above all other races. Malkizid has no love lost for the drow, and hates good and evil elves alike. Those that succumb to his words he supports with gifts of magic items and powerful fiendish allies, but Malkizid will betray or enslave these allies as readily as any other creature.

Malkizid CR 27 XP 3,276,800 XP LE Large outsider (asura, evil, extraplanar, lawful) Init +10; Senses darkvision 120 ft. Perception +45, see in darkness, true seeing Aura fear (20 ft., DC 36), shield of law (DC 28), true elusive (200 ft.) Defense AC 45, touch 20, flat-footed 38 (-1 size, +6 Dex, +1 dodge, +9 armor, +16 natural, +4 deflection hp 610 (33d10+429); regeneration 30 (deific or mythic) Fort +28, Ref +28, Will +31 Defensive Abilities freedom of movement, infernal resurrection; DR 20/chaotic, epic and good; Immune ability damage, ability drain, charm effects, compulsion effects, curse effects, death effects, disease, energy drain, fear, fire, petrifaction, poison, polymorph; Resist acid 30, electricity 30; SR 38 Offense Speed 40 ft., fly 120 ft. (good) Melee +3 lawful bastard sword +48/+43/+38/+33 (2d8+15/17-20 plus 2d6 vs. non-lawful opponents), claw +42 (2d6+6 plus infernal wound, tail slap +42 (1d8+6 plus trip) or 2 claws +44 (2d6+12 plus infernal wound), tail slap +42 (1d8+6 plus trip) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. Special Abilities branded gaze, lashing tail, prismatic disruption Spell-like Abilities CL 27th, concentration +37 (+41 casting defensively) Constant—detect chaos, detect good, freedom of movement, shield of law (DC 28), true seeing At will—dimensional anchor, greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs. objects only), invisibility (self only), mass suggestion (DC 26), order’s wrath (DC 24), unholy blight (DC 24), waves of fatigue 3/day—quickened blade barrier (DC 26), harm (DC 26), heal (DC 26), mass charm monster (DC 28), prismatic spray (DC 27), resurrection, summon asuras 1/day—dominate monster (DC 29), imprison (DC 29), power word blind, power word kill, power word stun, wish Spells CL 20th, concentration +28 (+32 casting defensively) 9th—astral projection, energy drain (DC 28), implosion (DC 28), mass heal (DC 28), overwhelming presence (DC 28) 8th—earthquake, fire storm (DC 27), greater spell immunity, mass cure critical wounds (DC 27), mass inflict critical wounds (DC 27) 7th—blasphemy (DC 26), destruction (DC 26), greater restoration, repulsion (DC 27), waves of ecstasy (DC 26) 6th—cold ice strike (DC 25), epidemic (DC 25), greater dispel magic (x2), mass bull strength 5th—dispel chaos (DC 24), dispel good (DC 24), flame strike (DC 24), greater command (DC 24), slay living (DC 24), unhallow 4th—cure critical wounds (x2, DC 23), dismissal (DC 23), divine power, terrible remorse (DC 23), tongues 3rd—bestow curse (DC 22), blindness/deafness (DC 22), deeper darkness, prayer, protection from energy, water breathing 2nd—bear’s endurance, death knell (DC 21), eagle’s splendor, owl’s wisdom, resist energy, spiritual weapon 1st—bless, curse water, divine favor, entropic shield, murderous command (DC 20), sanctuary, shield of faith 0th—detect magic, light, read magic, stabilize Statistics Str 34, Dex 23, Con 36, Int 31, Wis 28, Cha 31 Base Atk +33; CMB +46 (+50 disarm); CMD 66 (68 vs. disarm) Feats Combat Expertise, Combat Casting, Combat Reflexes, Critical Focus, Dodge, Flyby Attack, Improved Critical (bastard sword), Improved Disarm, Improved Initiative, Lunge, Multiattack, Power Attack, Quicken SLA (blade barrier), Staggering Critical, Stunning Critical, Weapon Focus (bastard sword) Skills Acrobatics +42, Bluff +46, Diplomacy +46, Fly +41, Intimidate +46, Knowledge (arcana, nature, religion) +43, Knowledge (history, planes) +46, Perception +45, Sense Motive +45, Stealth +42, Spellcraft +43, Survival +42, Use Magic Device +43 Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Elven, Infernal, Undercommon, telepathy 300 ft. SQ asura rana traits Ecology Environment any land or underground (Abaddon) Organization solitary (unique) Treasure triple standard (+3 mithral lawful bastard sword, +5 mithral chain shirt, other treasure) Special Abilities Asura Rana Traits (Ex, Su and Sp) Malkizid has the following traits:

Malkizid can grant spells to its worshipers as if he were a deity.

Malkizid’s natural weapons, as well as any weapons it wields, are treated as lawful, epic, and evil for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.

Infernal Resurrection (Ex) Malkizid rules an infernal domain. If he is slain, his body rapidly melts into corruption (leaving behind any gear he held or carried), his soul returns to a hidden location within his realm, and it is immediately restored to life (as true resurrection) at that location. Once this occurs, Malkizid can’t use this ability again until a full year has passed. An asura rana that is slain again during this year or is killed by unusual methods (such as by a true deity or an artifact created for this purpose) is slain forever.

Immunity to ability damage, ability drain, charm effects, compulsion effects, death effects, energy drain, and petrification.

Regeneration (Ex) Only chaotic, epic and good damage, or damage from a creature of equal or greater power (such as an archdevil, deity, demon lord, or protean lord) interrupts Malkizid’s regeneration.

Resistance to acid 30, and electricity 30

Summon Asuras (Sp) Three times per day as a swift action, Malkizid can summon any asura or combination of asuras whose total combined CR is 20 or lower. This otherwise works like the summon universal monster rule with a 100% chance of success, and counts as a 9th-level spell effect.

Telepathy 300 feet.

Branded Gaze (Su) 30 ft., paralyzed 1 minute and 1d6 Wisdom damage, Will DC 36. A creature reduced to 0 Wisdom must succeed an additional DC 36 Will save or have its alignment changed to lawful evil when its Wisdom is restored. The save DC is Charisma based. Infernal Wound (Su) A creature struck by Malkizid’s claws takes 2d6 points of bleed damage. Bleed caused by an infernal wound is particularly difficult to stanch—a DC 43 Heal check is required to stop it, and any attempt to heal a creature suffering from his infernal wounds must succeed a DC 38 caster level check or fail. Lashing Tail (Ex) Malkizid may make an attack with his tail slap as a swift action. Prismatic Disruption (Su) As a standard action three times a day, Malkizid can fire rainbow beams from his body at all creatures in a 60 foot radius. Each creature is subject to a targeted greater dispel magic effect (CL 27th). Any creature that has at least one spell dispelled is also subject to the effects of a single color of prismatic spray (DC 36, save varies). The save DC is Charisma based. Spells Malkizid casts spells as a 20th level cleric. He does not gain other cleric abilities, such as domains or channel energy. True Elusive Aura (Su) No divination spells or effects function within 200 feet of Makizid unless they are cast by a mythic or divine creature. Even then, the caster must succeed a DC 38 caster level check or the spell is lost.

#malkizid #fallen angel #pathfinder 1e #forgotten realms #commissions

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therealvagabird · 4 years

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On the Origins of Orcs and Goblin-ken in Archenia, and the Time of the Cataclysm

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Throughout the history of the world of Archenia, mortals have always entreated with dark powers at the promise of glory and dominion, even at the cost of damnation. In the latter days of the Scaled Eon alone, great empires of Lizard and Snakefolk spilled blood in the name of Set, Serpent of the Outer Dark; while in long forgotten ages before that, stranger beings unknown to Man or Dwarf or even Elf gave praise to the Lords of Chaos, and the Dark Court of the Fae.

But it was in the time of the Great Cataclysm that an evil was driven eternally into the very heart of Archenia’s world-spirit. From the great Void Beyond came a being of untold desolation, which crashed into the planet’s crust as like a meteor, destroying the Reptilian empires of the era, along with the proto-civilizations of Giants and early Humans.

This Cataclysm was known as the Hungering End, “Tharizdun” in the tongue of the Elder Fiends, and it spread a gibbering corruption across the surface of the ancient world that threatened to cast all pure life in a howling void. Forms of darkness once relegated to the furthest planes beyond the veil of nightmares now walked the lands of mortals – Fey and Elemental were changed, transformed into the early Fiends, who themselves either grew fat off the conquest of other souls, or were bound to the hosts of those dark beings which followed in the wake of the Cataclysm, chained to the will of their unfathomable master. While these dark spirits were powerful, they still possessed some limits by the nature of their uncertain corporeality, and the denizens of Archenia were not want to go peacefully into the night.

Drawing upon powers once thought untenable on such a massive scale, the Fey – guardians and reflections of Archenia’s own world-spirit – brought into being shells of flesh that some of them might inhabit. These were the first Elves, known in those days as the Eldar, or Eladrin. The Elves, in the wake of the destruction wrought upon the mortal races of the latter age by the arrival of the Hungering End, would serve as a shield against the oncoming tide of darkness. They, along with their Fey progenitors, stood to face the hordes of aberrations and outsiders on both the physical and spiritual planes. Due to how long ago that eon of battle was, and the sheer scale of the devastation that proceeded, it cannot be known if the war between the Elves and the Ancient Shadow lasted for centuries or millennia.

The servants of Tharizdun – the dark flesh-shapers and alien warlocks of the Void Beyond – were not to be faced down so easily, however. They saw how the Elves provided a bulwark against their conquest, despite some limitations already expressed in their now-mortal forms. Taking samples and slaves from the many races they could find about the blasted lands of Archenia, these primeval corruptors wrought terrible magics and sciences, until they had brought into being a new plague of creatures which would assist as fodder in their domination of this world.

While the monstrosities they wrought, by purpose or accident, were myriad, foremost among them were those beings that would one day be known as “greenskins” – though that distinct feature would not be so consistent on the first of their race. In those days, there were the Urks and the Hobbes. The former were brutal beings, of great stature and tremendous strength, forged as they were from the flesh of beast, and Elf, and Giant. They were to be the vanguard, and crush with military force that which would not yield to dark magic alone. The latter, the Hobbes, were as petty reflections of their devious creators, being less imposing in physicality than the Urks, but possessing sharp wits and an endless capacity for cruelty. In many ways they were similar to the modern Hobgoblins, being tall and lithe, and suited both for operations of arcane cunning and murderous dexterity.

The races of Urk and Hobbe became the foremost enemies of the Elves in those days, and for many long ages the Eldar fought alone. From the elemental planes coalesced the Giants, as part of a similar response of self-defence as the Fey had undertaken, but the Giants were brutal and power-hungry, and many fell in with the forces of Darkness. All that could not be corrupted was destroyed, and the Elves searched all possible avenues by which they might halt the Cataclysm, no matter the cost.

In the end, help did arrive. The Light, ever-present within the plane of Archenia but often distant, birthed forth a host of Incarnates. Among these were the Celestials, who purged all evil wherever it might be found, and were themselves even less corruptible than the denizens of the Green. Also there was Ule, the Great Smith, who crafted from among the Elementals of stone a race that might overcome all trials, creating the stalwart Dwarves. Other Archangels there were, who parlayed with those mortals who were yet untainted, and little by little they drove back the Shadow.

By the end of the long war, Tharizdun was chained within the Abyss, along with its hosts of demons and devils, who lacking the means to escape began then to turn upon each other, ensuring their imprisonment. The Elves, with allies besides, claimed dominion over the world as its greatest protectors – but none could ignore the scars that had been left behind. Archenia now had a cancer within its very soul, and forever after mortals would be more susceptible than ever to the whispers of the Elder Evils. Though they themselves did not fall, a shadow lay on the hearts of the now-mortal Elves, and the allies which they had to coexist with in absence of foes. War broke out, many times and at varying scales, most of all between the Giants and the Elves.

In this age, two things happened to the Urks and the Hobbes. First, both diminished, lacking the invigoration of dark power that had been granted them by their masters. However, with this diminishing came stability, and the horrific mutants once known as Urks and Hobbes adapted to their given environs, becoming the grey-skinned Orogs and Ogron and the green-skinned Orcs, along with the dark-fleshed Hobgoblins. These Hobgoblins kept up the fleshcrafting habits of their creators, in part as a way to sustain and heal their new mortal forms, creating of themselves the races of Goblin and Bugbear, among others. Throughout the wilds, in distant places removed from the light of the sun, these races of “greenskins” – as their most common members were called – continued to terrorize the races of Elf, Giant, Dwarf, and later Man. Though in many ways the Urk-kind and Hobbe-kind came to resemble the other mortal races, developing traditions and cultures as their biology stabilized, they were prone to be enslaved and rallied whenever a Dark Lord came forth seeking conquest. The greenskins still remembered their origins, and the Great Shadow was their god.

However, this era in turn passed in the latter days of the Age of Elves and Giants, when both the world-spanning civilizations of these elder races began to collapse and diminish after millennia of bloodshed. From among the tribes in the middle lands of the Arch-Continent there arose a legendary Orcish warrior by the name of Enkidu Bloodeye. Enkidu was a leader and a chieftain, a mighty warlord as well as a wise shaman, adept in both guile and strength. He undertook an epic spirit-quest told in the oral histories of Orc and Goblin whereby he learned how his people might best parlay with the spirits of the world, as well as give proper rites to their ancestors. With this knowledge, Enkidu gave rise to a new set of shamanistic traditions by which Orcs and Goblins might make their own destiny, and separate their souls from the thrall of darkness, while not sacrificing their strengths. So it was that by the high ages of Man the greenskins were not simple monsters any longer, but had many cultures and stable societies, though they were forever want to be labeled as barbarians and savages, and some were still enthralled to the Great Shadow.

So mighty was Enkidu in all things that some scholars have since guessed that he was not one individual, but maybe several. Indeed in all cultures of the greenskins, though many traditions and rituals overlap, Enkidu is portrayed in many different guises, from the classic Orc Chieftain to even portrayals of Goblin medicine-women who – if not said to be the true face of Bloodeye themselves, are upheld as prominent disciples or wives. Other ancestors are also given praise to, along with the spirits of fire, storm, and stone, though this varies from tribe to tribe. Binding all these disparate traditions are the beliefs that the races of Orc and Goblin must be strong, and forever work to secure their own place in the world, no matter what hardships befall them.

Though they have arisen from grim circumstances, the Orcoid and Goblinoid races have in latter ages proven themselves to be as capable of heroism or villainy as any people. Their cultures are simple, without pretense, and traditional members of their species approach all things in a practical manner not unlike a more brutal version of those homely religions practiced by Halfling or Gnome. While they may forever be identified as antagonists – as invaders and conquerors – they are just as want to show such wrath against the true servants of Darkness as against any of the races of Archenia.

#fantasy #homebrew #orc #goblin #hobgoblin #bugbear #dungeons and dragons #d&d #worldbuilding #tharizdun

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nautiscarader · 4 years

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Hair, or rather horn pulling with Rayllum

place your bets, will I finish this in this decade?

()(Ao3)(next>>)

Callum didn’t understand why “mooning” meant what it meant until he started dating Rayla. The two youngsters quite quickly moved from needing two blankets to just one, and the human mage learned that his elven girlfriend was horny in more than one way. Another thing he had to accustom to was that as a Moonshadow elf, her libido was tied to the lunar cycle, and it wasn’t a coincidence that Rayla was felt a bit more frivolous when the Moon was full.

Callum looked back and forth at the giant, shining face of the Moon in the sky and the much closer and much more appetising shining skin of Rayla’s bum, proudly protruding to be at the perfect height for Callum to caress it.

- Enjoyin’ th’ view? - she asked, wiggling her bum, much to the prince’s enjoyment.- Most definitely, my lady. - he replied with curtsey. - But I much prefer the sound, not the sight…

Rayla let out a soft mewl when she felt the touch of his hand on her asscheeks, stroking her alabaster skin. She could feel his hands trembling slightly - after all, they were both new to this, and Callum evidently was still nervous about them wandering on the field of intimacy, even though they have crossed the border several times already. And just like with kissing, she needed to give him a bit of encouragement in form of pressing her behind against his crotch, hoping this will hasten his decision.

But Callum wasn’t the only one trembling. When she felt his cock slide between her cheeks, Rayla’s voice quivered and broke, and the fierce warrior nearly collapsed to the ground from the mere thought of having him inside her. A wish that fortunately was fulfilled a few seconds later. Callum slid inside her with much caution, trying to enjoy the overwhelming warmth and wetness surrounding him, while his girlfriend’s voice proclaimed all the feelings he had in much more vulgar and open, though incoherent manner.

In his position, Callum was able to gain an upper hand, slowing down his moves just to make his girlfriend moan for more. If she could see the smirk on his face, she’d know what to expect, but without that clue, she was on his mercy, at least not until she unabashedly slammed her back against his crotch, ramming herself onto his cock at once.

At the same time, she felt his grip tightening on her waist, and with the first jiggle of her backside, he started his thrusts. The glade around them echoed with Rayla’s wild cry that encouraged the young prince to continue his shallow plunges. And though Rayla thoroughly enjoyed those, there was something she was missing, and as her boyfriend continued his duties, the Moonshadow elf battled herself in her mind whether to vocalise her idea.

And then, he hilted himself inside her brushing a particularly sensitive spot inside her, and in one moment she made the decision. After all, her ancestors probably have cursed her already for mingling with a human, so in for a dinar, in for a dukat.

- Ca-Callum! Grab my horns!- W-What?!

Callum took a second to process her plea, moaned in a breathless, needy voice. She turned her head sharply and repeated it, staring directly into his widened eyes.

- My horns, Callum! Grab'em!

She arched her back, bringing her head closer to him, waiting for her boyfriend to resume his actions. But against her better judgement, his hips ceased buckling against her bum, and she turned around one more.

- Callum, what’s wrong?- It’s… it’s just… - he shied away - Won’t this hu-hurt you?- No, silly. - she smiled - Trust me, it would take a lot to break'em.

She reached and dragged her hand against his naked chest.

- An’ besides… don’t some human girls like when men pull their hair?

Rayla giggled when she saw his face redden, as the sudden realisation about her kinks hit Callum. She gave him one last wink, and when she turned away, she was glad to feel his hands in his hair. A moment of hesitation later, his fingers entwined around her horns, and with a steady push, he dived between her folds again, and as her body was about to reply by swooning forward, she felt the delicious force pulling her gently backwards, and she let out a prolonged, deep wail.

This was what Rayla’s been wanting to feel: though she was usually the one to be on top, the knowledge it was Callum pulling the strings now made her shiver with anticipation. In her blissful stupor, she didn’t expect he’d hilt inside and brush her sensitive spot again, which only made her buckle against him once more. She cried again, and as soon as she felt Callum’s grip loosening, she came quickly to reassure him of her state.

- Noo! Keep it up, Callum! I’m fine!- You-you sure?- I’m more than fine, Callum, I can take it…

Callum grabbed her again and this time, he didn’t wait for her. With his hands on her horns, he pushed himself inside, and as Rayla started working with her hips, he found the rhythm they both have been looking for. With each lunge, the Moonshadow elf was letting a soft mewl or moan, creating the carnal melody that filled the night’s air. And very quickly, the usually timid Callum found a new desire, deep in his soul, to dominate and control her, and his new position gave him more than few options to indulge in this feeling.

Rayla almost protested again when he let go of her left horn, but then wailed when she felt his left hand came in contact with her ass. She didn’t feel pain, but as soon as her voice returned to normal, she told Callum about it, in the only way she was able to think right now.

- Yes! Yes, Callum, please, do it again!- Is that… is that what you want? - he asked, stopping himself from slapping her ass again.- Yes… - she moaned - Please, human, conquer me…

Her cry echoed around them again, and though Callum knew he wasn’t causing her pain, he stopped, going back to using her horns as reins.

- Sorry, love, I guess I have to learn how to do it as well… - he huffed, leaning above her, and sneaking a kiss on her exposed neck.- You dinnea have to say sorry… - she gasped - Just… keep doing what you’re doing!

She was clearly at the edge of her climax, and though some part of Callum wanted to hear her beg him again, he knew better not to inflict her wrath on. He grabbed her horns once more and with a sweat on his brow, resumed his duties, already feeling her pussy tightening around him.

When Rayla came, she dragged him with her, causing the two youngsters to collapse onto each other, feeling their bodies twitch one against the other, while their orgasms seeped through their twitching legs, hips and arms. Despite his mind being overwhelmed by the pleasure, Callum remained conscious enough to ask her of one important question, though she answered with a kiss before he could even formulae it.

- Yes, I’m fine, Callum. - she wheezed, cupping his face.- I… You know I had to ask, right?- I kno’…

She turned around and cuddled against him, enjoying his warmth, both outside and seeping from inside her onto the blanket underneath them.

- You know, I never… I never thought you’d like to…- What? - Rayla interrupted - Get pulled by the horns?

Callum nodded.

- Well… Maybe not many elves would do ‘at…

She started, shying away from him, and he was about to hasten with some form of apology, when she turned back to him, granting him a wide, giddy smile.

- …but then again, we’re not a very usual couple, are we?

Callum smiled and, having learned his lesson, replied with a kiss.

#rayllum #lemon #not safe for zim #nautiscaraderfics #Anonymous

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eyeblight · 4 years

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Capcom Villain Seven Sins

Warning: Spoilers ahead.

1. Albert Wesker (Resident Evil)- Pride (Albert Wesker possesses some parallels to the classical portrayal of Lucifer. Both were considered the best of their occupation before they left, posessed handsome exteriors hiding sadistic mindsets, turned people into monstrosities when intimidation or mind games don’t work, and (SPOILER) Wesker’s death at the end of Resident Evil 5 and his willing infection with Ouroboros create fallen angel parallels).

2. Vergil (Devil May Cry)- Greed (Greed as in a desire for power rather than money or material goods. Vergil is constantly desiring more and is never satisfied with his latest acquisitions. In Devil May Cry 3, DmC, and Devil May Cry V, Vergil’s greedy attributes are more prominent. In the third game, he desired Sparda’s power and status while in Devil May Cry V, Vergil (as Urizen) used a demonic ritual by acquiring the deaths of countless people in Red Grave City to revive himself. However, Vergil does show some regret over this later and ends up being on more friendlier terms with Nero and Dante afterwords). In DmC, Vergil used his accumulated wealth and resources to defeat Mundus, but desired to rule over the humans, much to the horror of Dante and Kat).

3. Dr. Wiley (Megaman)- Envy (Dr. Wiley became envious of his former friend, messianic archetype Dr. Wiley and created combat robots and sought to use them in world domination).

4. Akuma (Street Fighter)- Wrath (Akuma is constantly looking for a powerful opponent. Akuma is not exactly evil, but he is looking for a worthy opponent in battle and will not challenge anyone weaker than him).

5. Marion Malon (Dead Rising)- Sloth (In the Dead Rising series, Marion is shown to be hiding in the shadows while her subordinates due all the dirty work due to being crippled as a result of being infected with a zombie bite. Unfortunately (to say the least), Marion Malon ends up being thrown to her death by General Hemlock after badmouthing him in Dead Rising 3).

6. Lorenzo (Haunting Ground)- Lust (TRIGGER WARNING! Lorenzo does, in a way, symbolize Lust. He desires to continue the Belli line, which involved impregnating a kidnapped Daniella via Riccardo when Daniella reaches adulthood and his primary motivation was acquiring the Azoth, something that the Haunting Ground protagonist Fiona posseses. Also, when Lorenzo regains his youth, he appears as an attractive young man, further increasing his symbolism of Lust. Although the Haunting Ground villains as a whole symbolize the negative aspects of lust, Lorenzo is the most major and the most despicable threat in the game)

7. Jedah (Darkstalkers)-Gluttony (Jedah being able to consume souls makes him an evil counterpart to Morrigan Aensland. Also, the balloon belly effect that he uses with his move Bloody Passing refers to extended stomachs being a side effect of someone consuming too much food and drink over their body weight.)

#capcom #villains #capcom villains #resident evil #devil may cry #megaman

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The man who would soon be known as Nihilus lost everything, including his will to go on living, after the Mandalorian Wars, between the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders and the Galactic Republic. In the final battle of the war on Malachor V, the Jedi Meetra Surik had the Mass Shadow Generator weapon activated, killing practically everyone on the planet and in orbit.

Nihilus somehow survived the mass destruction of the planet. Now trapped on Malachor V by artificial shadows with many disabled Mandalorian fleets, the shadows and Malachor V eventually caused Nihilus to become overwhelmed by unfathomable pain and a seemingly endless feeling of nothingness. Making him feel empty and granting him great “hunger” that couldn't be fulfilled. He accidentally drained the life energy of another survivor. Still, while it was unpleasant, Nihilus felt his hunger fade for a moment, only for it to return a short time master stronger than before. He proceeded to feed on the Force energy of more survivors, but as he did, the more his hunger ceased less and less, when it returned, it grew more and more intense. After Darth Malak was slain at the end of the Jedi Civil War, the Sith Empire became fractured with numerous factions trying to take command resulting in constant infighting. Darth Traya broke from all these factions and made her own on Malachor V.

Nihilus was found by Darth Traya, who sensed he was a “wound in the Force,” a catastrophic disturbance in the Force. She explained to him that the Force fueled his hunger and offered to give him the training that would make him able to sate his hunger. Nihilus went with Traya to her Sith Academy, where he studied to become a Sith, alongside his soon to be closest ally and friend, Darth Sion. They learned aspects and skills of the Dark Side, finally growing Sith Lords. With Traya, they formed a Sith Triumvirate, and the three each took a title, in Nihilus’ case, “Lord of Hunger.” Sion's, "Lord of Pain" and Traya's "Lord of Betrayal."

Seeing her apprentice’s hunger as an obstacle to the success of the Sith, Traya kept her promise and taught Nihilus to harness his darkness to become stronger. As Nihilus’ hunger grew, so too did his power, and he finally became stronger than Traya and Sion.

Nihilus and Sion became divided on how to wipe out the Jedi; the two wanted to destroy them with pure force while their master preferred a more extended, less direct approach. This caused their Triumvirate to become fragile, and finally, Nihilus and Sion joined forces to overthrow Traya. They ambushed her in her Sith Academy, successfully defeating her, then cutting off her connection to the Force and banishing her. Thus, Lord Nihilus took Darth Traya's place and became Dark Lord of the Sith and Sith Emperor.

Darth Nihilus and Darth Sion then became the new rulers of the Sith Empire and ended it, becoming fractured with numerous factions attempting to take command. The two Dark Lords led the Sith in a massive Jedi purging campaign, waging war against them named the Dark Wars, with Sion hunting the Jedi down himself and slaying them. Meanwhile, Nihilus roamed the fringes of space with a vast fleet he’d taken from Malachor V for large deposits of Force energy, to feed his hunger.

The two managed to wipe out the Jedi, and Nihilus grew so consumed by the dark side and his hunger, his body started to decay. He realized he would soon die if not acted quickly, so by the use of Sith Alchemy, he removed his spirit from his body, placing it in his mask, while the dark side devoured his body whole and yet keeping him alive still. Nihilus was now officially no longer a man, but far more so an entity composed wholly of the Dark Side itself. Nihilus unleashed destruction throughout the galaxy as he went system to system, devouring whole worlds of there Force energy ever-growing his power and sating his hunger. All while recruiting many Force-sensitives. Darth Nihilus ruled all with an iron fist while Sion led his and Nihilus' assassins, who were sent out into war against the remaining Jedi.

After Jedi Master Atris gathered a large group of Jedi on Katarr, she leaked the location to draw in and destroy Nihilus, whom she’d sensed. The Dark Lord arrived in the planets orbit, but as he drew close, he spoke, and the Miraluka, the inhabitants of Katarr and all of the Jedi felt his hunger in the Force. It overwhelmed and destroyed them, along with everything else touched by the Force. Nihilus wiped out most of what was left of the Jedi, except for Atris. As Nihilus walked across Katarr, the Dark Lord found only one living creature, a Miraluka woman named Visas Marr.

Nihilus put her in a deep sleep before taking her to his ship, and when she awoke days later, she asked why she only had survived. Nihilus said nothing and showed Marr a vision of how he saw the galaxy, in chaos, with beings ignorant of the Force and unconnected, which Nihilus restored order to. This vision took away Marr’s force sight ability, as well as destroying her eyes. Marr agreed to become Nihilus’ apprentice, and the two developed a strong Force bond.

But eventually, Visas Marr betrayed Darth Nihilus along with The Jedi Exile Surik, who, like Nihilus, was a wound in the Force in the Light Side. After a long and hard-fought battle, Nihilus was defeated, and The Dark Lord's body then dissipated as Dark Side energies dissipated his body as it faded away. Still, somehow, Darth Nihilus was not truly dead...

Afterward, Surik, the Mandalorians, and Surik's other allies left Nihilus's ship, The Ravager, in the shuttle that they had arrived in and set off the four explosive proton bombs and the Ravager and the rest of the Sith fleet were destroyed. But even after his physical body was lost, Nihilus’ spirit lived on inside his mask. Surik took Nihilus's mask and took it to the Sith homeworld of Korriban. There within a hidden tomb within The Valley of The Dark Lord's, Nihilus's mask was placed on an altar, and the grave was buried where Surik would hope it would remain for all time. Nihilus’ spirit came into contact with the Dark Side nexus there, letting his soul stay in connection with the physical world. Even though everyone assumed him to be dead, the Dark Lord lived on in secret, even after the deaths of Surik and Sion.

Before Surik died, she warned that while taking The Dark Lord's mask to Korriban, she felt Nihilus's spirit still lived on, and it was paramount that no one should find his tomb. Less the return of Darth Nihilus, Lord of Hunger, would be imminent.

___PERSONALITY___ Nihilus is always determined, calculating, cruel, and persistent in his goal to sate his hunger, even if it means he must destroy the galaxy to do so. He believes that death is life’s only purpose, and power is the way of gaining it. Nihilus is a very cautious yet dominant individual, fully capable of not drawing too much attention to himself when wanting to remain discrete. He is intelligent and cunning, but when agitated can be highly aggressive and wrathful.

Nihilus fully embraced his condition, as the mysterious and monstrous facets of it instilled in people who met him a deep-rooted fear upon which he called prey. He does not feel fear or any other emotion, only acting on purpose and implementing a strategy when necessary. Ceasing to feel fear and other emotions, he became an entity of pure intent. Nonetheless, Nihilus is still "human" enough to have some feelings, as his bond with Marr persisted until their confrontation on the Ravager. At the time, she was his only apprentice, and her betrayal was met with much anger.

Nihilus cares little for The Sith and rarely cares for others plight or even there lives. None are spared from Nihilus and his overwhelming hunger. Though Nihilus cares enough for The Sith to uphold their teachings. He believes the whole of life serves no other purpose but to quench his hunger, and all allies he creates in this conquest are merely a means to an end. When their usefulness has run its course, he will feed and consume them.

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kaibab-the-grumpy-dragon · 6 years

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Kat Murata’s about page

//This is set for mobile user to see it, but if you can like this post after reading it would be great!

General

Full name: Kathleen Murata

Nicknames: Kat, Katy, KitKat, Kiiro no ryū (Yellow Dragon), Boss, Sunflower(only Jou)

Age: 24 by default. Depending on the verse but 3 years older than Jounouchi

Birthday: 30 May ( Gemini )

Birthplace: Domino City

Current residence: Domino City

Nationality: Japanese

Ethnicity: Japanese/Russian/Swedish

Gender: female

Sexuality: Heterosexual. Sort of Demi-romantic

Marital status: Single

Religion: Atheist

Occupation: Student - 3nd years of Business economic / Leader of the gang, Kiiro no Ryū (The Yellow Dragons)

Appearance

Face: a mix between Asian and Swedish feature. Round, full lips, button nose with a scar on the edge. Freckles when she tans.

Preferred Hand: Right

Hair: Wavy bob haircut, golden blonde

Eyes: Blue

Body type: Muscular, shaped by dance, workouts, and yoga.

Skin Tone: medium skin tones with neutral olive undertones

Cup size: A-B cup

Height: 1m83 (6′0”)

Weight: 72 kg (158lb)

Health: rarely get sick, mostly little colds. She seems to generally heal a little faster than others.

Energy: Because of her being possessed by a monster, her body needs and uses a lot of energy. To preserve her muscular mass, she needs to eat a lot of calories. Even more when Xeras takes control and uses his powers.

Scars: An inverted V one on the nose, razor ones on her left wrist, circular ones on her upper back (from the summoning circle), a line on her abs, several smaller scars on the arms, body and legs, and cigarette burns on the right arms.

Clothing style: flashy clothes, mostly crop top, hoodies, shorts, street-wear.

Makeup style: No makeup

Posture: Depends on her mood. Most of the time confident, imitating men behavior when with her gang, more feline and gracious when she flirts.

Tattoos: 3 dragon tattoos: one around her left wrist, one big on her upper back with his tail that ends under her left breast, and one small on her right inner thigh.

Scent: her cheap shampoo that smell candy for the hair, lemon for the body.

Personality

Mental/Emotional disorder(s): Borderline personality disorder(false diagnostic: symptoms mostly due to Xeras’ possession), PTSD

Phobias: Musophobia(rodents), Nyctophobia (darkness), loss of limbs or paralysis.

Addictions: Risky gambles (involving her own security), coca cola, coffee, jelly coffee, sex.

Likes:

- Dance (hip hop, New Age ) She’s good at it.

- Drawing.

- 80’s songs and punk rock. But only people close to her know it.

- Giving food related nicknames

- Roller skating

- Omelet

- Pizza

- Banana-chocolate ice-cream

- Mostly all food

- Coffee

- Dragons

- Playing Duel Monsters

- Even more Dragons

- Being the Yellow Dragons’ boss

- Bowling

- Tease People

- Flirting with people

- Space

- Horror / Monster/Kaiju Movies

- Star Wars

- Sitting on anything

- Dominant men in the bedroom

Doesn’t like:

- Bullies

- Doctors

- University

- Authority in general

- Serial killer movies

- Rodents

- Being in the Dark

- Be told that she’s crazy

Hobbies:

- Roller skating

- Dancing

- Dueling

- Drawing

- Video games

- Combat sports

- Yoga

- Vogue fem

Fears: Rodents, abandonment, darkness

Habits: Turn things into competitions, stealing your food, entering where she shouldn’t.

Negative traits: Don’t know when to back down sometimes, can be pushy and loud, heavy eater, hot-tempered, don’t know how to lie for trivial things.

Positive traits: Seems to always smile, try until she succeeds, loyal, curious.

Abilities: combat and dancing skills. The monster inside her gives her some slight regeneration. Could learn to use shadows magics.

Equipment: A knife in her boots or under her clothes, another one in her backpack that she always has. Her deck and her duel disk, battle city version.

Trinkets: Her old phone. She always has in her backpack, a USB key that was from her dad.

Transportation: a pair of boots that can turn into rollers, with an electric motor, produced by KaibaCorp (offered by the close members of her gang)

Collections: Several ones. Knives, guns, duel monster cards.

History:

- Sharing the same passion for robotics, Kat’s parents met at an IEEE International Conference on R&A (Robotics and Automation) in Atlanta. Her dad, Hideyoshi, a young AI genius with a fragile health that had left him lame, was from an old Japanese family with some Russian ancestry, the Murata’s, who were not really into honest business. But his talent and original organic approach to programming led him to another path: Founding his own robotics company.

Her mother, Erika, a strong Swedish woman, that gave Kat almost all of her genetics, left her country and family to study and work in America. She had always loved to tinker but the creation of prosthetics and robots fascinated her.

Their meeting was a surprise, but they quickly became attached to one another and when he asked her to follow him to Japan, at Domino city, to accomplish his project, she accepted. With each of their specialties, they created Murata Robotics with the help of an American friend, Stuart Evans. After some time they had two children, Kathleen and Hiro.

- Kat was a cheerful little girl, with curly blonde hair, always smiling and curious, even if she was a little too much naive. At 8 she was already interested in her dad’s work. He dedicated his secret project to her: creating a fully functional animal AI, based on what a dragon could be.

- Their lives turned upside down the day where Kat met a strange man in a convenience store. He talked with the 8-years-old girl a few minutes but disappeared before Erika had seen him. The night after, Kat woke up, upon hearing the sounds of a struggle. Before she could react the same man entered her room and captured her. She doesn’t remember everything from this night but some details are still clear today. Her family sitting in front of her. Her father telling her to look into his eyes as her mother’s blood spilled on the floor. Her brother’s cries. Their slit throats.

After that everything went quickly. He took her with him, locked her up in a cave, left her screaming in the dark, with only rats for company. When she finally fell silent and he was sure that she was broken and weak, he brought her into a room decorated with dozens of candles. It didn’t take her long to lose consciousness when he started engraving the summoning circles on her back with a ritual knife.

What was supposed to be a sacrificial ritual to bring a monster into this world, Xeras, the dragons slaver, trapped him in the body of this little girl. And it was furious. Using Kat’s physical and emotional pain, it merged their soul, releasing their wrath on the man who did all that. When the police arrived, they found her unconscious with the dead body of her kidnapper. They decided to close the case.

- After a stay in the hospital to take care of her wounds, which left her with scars, they took her to an orphanage, waiting for the family of her dad to come to get her. But under the influence of the monster inside her, she quickly became violent, hurting herself and the other kids. Her family, that only wanted the control of Murata robotics, put her in the Institute, a psychiatric hospital for children, for ‘her own good’. She was soon diagnosticated as having a borderline personality disorder and PTSD and was placed in isolation, under medication. The monster finally calmed down, too weak to take control anymore.

- Two years later a psychiatrist finally decided to give more effort toward her recovery. After some work, he declared her well enough to go, but not without supervision. Her family was powerful and didn’t want her to take back her inheritance one day. They made efforts to bribe for a ruling of ineptitude, claiming she was not able to care for herself, even into adulthood.

Of course, they never took custody of her, and she was placed in an orphanage, and then in a foster family until her 18th birthday.

- Being mostly free to go outside, she quickly mixed with the wrong crowd. Understanding that she was on her own and nobody would help her, she came closer to the only kind of people that would accept her, other outcasts, delinquents, gangs.

At 17, she fell for a 24 years old gang leader, Esteban. She tried to join his group, but he laughed at her. Why would he take her? She knew how to fight in the schoolyard but she was weak. He threatened her to take her as a prostitute, but he finally let her go. He liked her gaze.

- Strangely, dance had been her salvation. She met a dance teacher that taught her to have control of her body and to be confident. She began to workout as well, she built up a fair amount of muscles for a girl of her age. When she went back to Esteban, he finally accepted. He saw potential in her but he also wanted her. Even if she was still young, she was crazy about him. Her relationship with him defined all the ones she had after. If anybody tried to say that she was only a prostitute, they would feel her wrath.

But she didn’t totally agree with how Esteban was leading his gang. And by that time, her ambition was more important than the feelings she had.

- At 20, she began to search for supporters within the gang and when she had enough support on her side, she led an attack on Esteban and the rest of the gang. After a knife fight that she won with difficulties (winning a scar on her abdomen), she had to choose what she would do with Esteban. He was already condemned. She could let him live with the shame that he lost his power against a woman, or she could kill him. But she knew him. He was psycho, a killer. But strangely enough, he loved her. In his own way. So she offered him to be her second in command. He accepted. After all, it was his only way to stay with her and keep some power.

- She changed the name of the gang, calling them Kiiro no Ryū, the yellow dragons but also changed their activities. Her goal was now to protect the people of the districts they controlled. Their main incomes were the attacks of other gangs, everything linked to the underground Duel Monster traffic (rare cards, illegal tournaments,…), but also drugs traffic and prostitution. Most of the gang’s members are loyal and receive a share of the profits. Kat mostly refuses to use that money, even if it could have given her a good life.

- During this time, Kat continued her scholar life without interest, being at Rintama High School and had to repeat a year. But she saw something that motivated her. She remembered that kid she saw on TV when she was at the Institut, that was adopted by the richest man in Domino. And now she was seeing him on TV again, CEO of his company. It impressed her. It made her realize that she could do it too. That even with a bad start she doesn’t have to stay in the underground. And maybe take back her parent’s company. After that, she began to studies seriously to graduate from high school with a scholarship for the American University of Domino City. She chose to study Business Economics, making Kaiba Corp her main subject.

- Being good at dueling she decided too to start a more official career, as the Dragon Warrior. So far she managed to win her duel disk, and participate in some tournaments, with some good results.

- But when everybody seemed to go better, the worst happened. Strong of years of wait, Xeras took advantage of a moment of weakness to take full control of Kat’s body. She only managed to be back in control thank to her friend Isabel, after a long and harsh combat. The discovery of her possession was a shock, it meant that all those bad things that happened to her, the Institute, all the violent events that she couldn’t remember, all this was because of him. It took her time to accept that, but after all, he was stuck in her body and they can’t do anything about it.

This part is valid for the default verse with @upbeatsunshine. If your muse is Jou, Kat doesn’t know him. If you still want to use this headcanons, send me an IM/ask :) :

- She met him when she was 13 and him 10, and he became her first and best friend. They tried to learn together how to survive in their neighborhood.

- Once Jou was 18 he went to live in the same apartment than her, using one of the bedrooms.

Facts:

- She has great difficulties making friends, she’s very awkward socially speaking. She still doesn’t know how she made ones.

- She tends to be impulsive and vulgar. But in the presence of people she likes, she’s very energetic and radiant, always ready to laugh.

- She sings very badly and she is unable to play well to a game other than Duel Monster (include video games. Except from Otomes games. She good at it.).

Home: A converted brick building in the old industrial district. The first floor is big garages and her apartment is the half of the second floor. A big living room/kitchen, a bathroom and three rooms.

Family: Hideyoshi Murata (father/deceased), Erika Magnusson (mother/deceased), Hiro Murata (brother/deceased), Adam Sjögren (cousin), her father’s mother and brother (CEO of Murata Robotics)

Friends: Jounouchi Katsuya (@upbeatsunshine), Isabel Corazón, Imnah Hiwatari

Followers: Esteban, her gang members, her dancers.

Pets/Familiars: Doggo, a male golden retriever with a scar on his side and limping a little

#laughs & scars; about Kat #mobilepages #long post

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irafatum-a · 6 years

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“ What a worthless child you are! How dare you approach me as if you were my EQUAL!! This insolence will NOT be tolerated in my domain, and since you’ve been so kind as to present me with the Nephilim who helped destroy Mundus -- I thank you! Perhaps I will give you a peaceful death for all of your services to me, my daughter, for your body and your sword were of use to me until you turned into a TRAITOR!!!! All this time I had thought to spare you, my daughter, I had thought to again reach for you should your SKANKY ASS slither back into the depths of my Hell, but again I realize that leaving you alive will mean very little -- for [ REDACTED ] will not come for me nor for you... and so your purpose is MEANINGLESS. ”

DEMONA - MISTRESS OF MADNESS

Demona: the mother of Rose and a wrath spawn descended from the fifth circle of hell: anger, it was here that she was raised and molded into a maddened beast of lust and violence. The female demon has a warped mind due to her survival among other demons, she -- herself -- was often abused and tormented by them, even more so by the strongest within the circle until she fled for lust and limbo. Though previous to her turning mad she had never been one for ambition, the flame for more emerged something fierce when she had taken her first kill of a Nephilim: their blood and their lineage had turned her thoroughly obsessed: these beings; whose blood was piqued with strength had turned her attention from self-fulfillment to a severe ambition on ascending to the human world and conquering all -- for if she could not have Hell then she would have the mortal world. She would be a Queen and no longer would she be crushed under the oppressive heel of male demons, who sought to destroy and rape all within their path -- Demona had plans all her own.

She had devised a plan to ascend to Earth: first, she would need a powerful ally to fight against the Nephilim, and what better way than to breed with an angel and create her own super soldier. The demoness was no fool, she could never willingly acquire the assistance of a Nephilim to fight their own and seat herself as a supreme leader of madness... she would need to foster a strong bond with brainwashing to ensure compliance. So the answer was simple: get impregnated by a powerful angel that would, in turn, give her a powerful child and she knew just exactly whom to choose: [ REDACTED ]. Once she had pointed out a target, she immediately attempted to coax him from heaven as he appeared to battle demon and Nephilim alike that approached Heaven’s Gate -- even by accident. Day after day, month after month the demoness called to [ REDACTED ] with promises of love, sex, and obedience, but none would shake his resolve to God and his duty. Instead of being drawn into her, he was instead repulsed by the very sight of her, remarking on her demonic stench and sinful goals -- he had made it clear he was not interested nor would be swayed. Instead, Demona had to implement a different plan if she were going to get his cooperation, there would be no raping the angel as he could slice her in two before the deed was done, and Demona was not looking to die before her time.

With help of elixirs and ancient spells, Demona was able to learn how to transform her shape into that of a pure, holy woman of God: beautiful golden hair, voluptuous body modestly covered in cloth of white, and atop her head a crown of thorns that she proudly wore with bashful amber eyes. To finish off this new body she came up with a name: Danielle, a young woman born to poor peasants that could not afford to keep her, and instead, sent her to live within a monastery to become a nun and pray for his mercy onto them. Again she approached the Heaven’s Gate, pleading to God to have mercy on her soul and that of her family, begging for death and guidance, only to have [ REDACTED ] appear and become stunned at the sight of the beautiful woman: there she stood, broken and lost, hoping to be guided to the holy father’s light. In all his life he had never become so smitten before and had never questioned how she’d gotten there in the first place, instead he abandoned his convictions to speak with the woman, and as they grew closer Demona grew ever more excited -- soon she would have his seed, and soon she would be heavily pregnant with his child. It merely took a week to finally seduce [ REDACTED ] into a fit of lust, and as they rut for three days straight, when finally impregnated Demona removed her disguise in fits of hysterical laughter, claiming victory and eagerly holding tightly to [ REDACTED ] in near desperation. “ Now I will have your child!! Now we can finally, truly be together! Oh, you see the past week I’ve grown a soft spot for you, mmm? How could I ever find a man more powerful than you? Abandon him, abandon God and be my lover! Let us be together until the Earth is no more! Until existence is no more! ”

“ You wicked harpy, so full of lies and deceit!! The woman that hath taken my heart does not exist, and I have sinned against my father in vain! I have failed him and his tenets! I must correct this mistake -- as a mercy to my unborn child, I will slay you, here and now, and no longer will your treacherous breath nor voice exist further. ” [ REDACTED ] wasted little time in trying to destroy Demona; hoping to pierce her through with his holy spear and angelic trigger, but unfortunately for him, she was elusive and escaped his clutches -- just barely.

Demona, unable to accept that [ REDACTED ] had immediately refused her upon realizing whom she was, could not accept it and gradually began to spiral out of control. Having nearly escaped death by his hands she knew she could not return, lest he would be quick to dismember her body in hopes of extinguishing the life she’d fought so desperately to acquire in her belly. To increase the chances of survival for not only herself -- but her unborn -- she returned to the second layer of Hell; Lust. It was here that she prepared for the coming of her child, and from that point out made it a point to not only train her child in the art of warfare and strategy but obedience and dependence upon herself. When it was discovered that she would be having a girl, Demona was even further elated as a female could go undetected and underestimated compared to that of a male, coupled with many other benefits that she used to her advantage -- unfortunately allowing her daughter to suffer under many cases of abuse ( sexual and otherwise ) from demons. She did not go about naming her daughter, instead of calling her ‘brat’, ‘scum’, and various other expletives in hopes of demeaning her and asserting hierarchy. And with her daughter's obedience, fear and strength went about murdering other powerful demons to assert power, quickly taking over a slight portion of Lust’s territory, driving out the inhabitants through force and bribery.

This reign of terror and abuse did not last forever, eventually, the daughter had enough of her mother’s fierce hold and turned her strength upon her own kin, nearly killing her but not being strong enough to entirely off her -- instead -- she fled to the surface in her attempts to be free. Upon her ascension to limbo, Demona called to her: “ you will never escape me!! Everything you are is because of me!! NEVER FORGET THAT, YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! YOU WILL DIE ABOVE, MUNDUS WILL FIND YOU AND WITH SPARDA YOU WILL DIE LIKE THE REST OF THEM -- BWAHAHAHA!! Return to me, my daughter, for you are safest within my bosom! Fwhahaha! ”

Rose did, in fact, return to the second circle of hell -- though not alone: by her side was one of the son’s of Sparda; Vergil. Together they sought to dominate Hell and those whom occupied it for the greater good; to battle against Dante and regain control of limbo city. When finding out that her mother is still very much alive, Rose requests they find her themselves and dispatch of her knowing what a nuisance her parent could be, with an ulterior motive in mind. . .

Demona, though powerful and fierce, did not hold up against the fight with Vergil and Rose, instead, she was brought to the brink of death and remained alive enough to curse on both her daughter and her ‘playmate’, scowling about her daughter’s spinelessness, daring her to kill her then and there. Instead, Rose figured she could put her mother to better use, “ as if I would grant you the mercy of death -- why should I? My life has been nothing but enslavement to you and your whims, and I think it only fair that you spend the rest of your days.... serving me and mine! ” Demona, ironically, took no offense to this and instead shrilled out in a fierce laughter, watching her own daughter pierce her clawed hand deep into her own chest with a pained cough, “ y-yes!! Take your revenge on me, take my body and my soul! Maybe I have taught... agh! Taught you well, my daughter, maybe now you will see... the glories of... SUFFERING! Take my power -- take it and DESTROY EVERYTHING! ” The cries of her mad laughter subsided when her body disintegrated into a fierce red light, transforming her into a blade: Datura; a blade harnessing the powers of a wrath demon, channeling blood and flame to destroy foes... though with a cost; one must first stab themselves in offering of blood -- gruesomely -- should they wish to truly tap into it’s potential.

“ Don’t worry, mother, I have plans for you. We’ll be a family again, don’t you worry... ”

#HEADCANON.#◄███▓▒░░ ℧ ▬ BLOODY PALACE. ⁽ ᵈᵉᵛᶤˡ ᵐᵃʸ ᶜʳʸ ⁾#long post #MONSTER OF A MOTHER.#// when you write a shit ton on accident #// i love this verse so much can you tell

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