chthonicvindicator

So I’ve decided to move blog after all. 

Narsus will be at here

and Mukuro will be at here

[There is like 7 replies in queue today and I will probably be inert again for the next few days due to finals. Activity will be lacking, though I will be mostly on @narsussism.

And I just feel that this blog is getting too messy to my liking. I’m seriously considering closing down this one and drop all muses except Narsus and Mukuro and make one blog each for my two favourite characters. 

However, this idea is still in debate. I am just seriously considering to start anew.

“You won’t owe me anything. No one that my kin helps owes us anything, you being worthy of our help is the only reward we accept.”

It was a double edged sword however, for if Jaya’s kin deemed one as unworthy the kind behavior would be gone, replaced by terror and illusions of deepest fears until the said person either ran from the forest or killed themselves in despair. The prince had seen it happening before, but it was not his doing for the golden haired male had never found someone unworthy up until now, maybe he was a bit too kind.

The pair finally stopped in the middle of a clearing, a circle filled by symbols upon the ground, surrounded by dozens of phrases in languages older than the human race itself. 

“It’s the last barrier, the gates should be visible if I stop it’s influence for a moment now…”

Golden orbs turned for a moment to the other, analyzing if Ezster was fine- this part of the forest was likely to attack any foreign presence harsher than any other, thus the Death God was probably at risk.

He watched for a moment there and silently Ezster wonders if these things will ever be discovered by the human kind- perhaps not, perhaps some things in the world is not made to be known, only to be kept secret, in respect to those who made them and even after death, they keep it.

“These languages are old.” he comments in awe, wine-red eyes watching the scripted embedded on the circle not quite the ones he’d seen before. “So old that not even I have heard of them.” And in the castle, when he was still prince, back in the 16th century, Ezster was taught every possible language his father thought he should know, therefore he could read most of the languages that were known during his time, even hieroglyphs. 

The leader was far too gone inside his mind to actually register anything that was happening around him. The only feeling slowly engulfing him was the pure panic at the idea of loneliness, and at the idea that the informant broker was the sole reason for it. How stupid could he have been? This was no longer a game, for such a long time now, and the azure eyed male succumbed to weakness, his attachment growing by the day without the blue haired man even observing it- until now. Now, when Mukuro was going away, now when there was nothing to fight for, nothing to make a plan for… Alone.

The hand on his shoulder comes as a shock, the action of invading his personal space registered as a threat by Karoku’s confused brain, and pale hands act before the consequences or the target are judged upon. The azure diamond shaped ring opens, revealing the small needle inside, it’s poison akin to a sleeping deadly curse, and before a second can pass the metal stings the informant broker.

Only now do blue orbs widen in pure shock and horror, words finally going through the tangled thoughts, and the leader of Kafka stops breathing for a second as his gaze silently watches the informant broker- Karoku knew, the poison will take effect immediately and it was impossible to resist it… What has he done?

He could feel the poison surge through his veins, surprise and shock reflected in the iries of mismatch eyes where his body had failed to register the pain. His mind desperate for the answer of the other’s actions more than he’d worry for his own death. He knew of that ring, from his information of Karoku, and every time he enters the Kafka leader’s home Mukuro would waste a minute or two to glance at it on Karoku’s finger. But never in his life would he imagine himself being on of its victims. 

“Karo..ku.......  w..hy...”

Words failed to make themselves coherent as his grip tightens around the other’s arm, quickly losing its warmth as his skin turned a deathly pale. Is he really going to die like this? Killed by the one person he’d fell in love for unbidden, so unplanned, so unexpected. And the funniest part of this all is that Mukuro knew about it, but until the end he still could not muster the courage to tell him. 

You had so many chances before, why would you want to kill me now?

Melle was once again impressed by Narsus’s schemes and once again the half-elf was blessing the choice of having him in his service, for this human was far more intelligent and cunning that half of the people in his council, if not than all of them. If only the other elves could see humans can have such stunning capabilities… But that was not a thing to wonder about in the middle of the battle and the snow haired male pushed aside the idea, his focus once again on his surroundings, the drawn sword in his hands.

Emerald glance took in the details around, spotting Maer a few feet away, fighting a group of the remaining soldiers- by the looks of it the twin had no need for help, he seemed to be able to stand his own more than well… A thing to be noted in case Shahzad were to ever battle the other one.

“Looking for me, scum?”

Was the harsh inquiry as soon as the former knight spotted Naes, the other obviously looking for someone with his desperate glance. It wasn’t hard to guess who was his gaze searching for, as it wasn’t hard to guess a duel between them was required in order to offer this entire mess the proper closure. The snow haired fighter did not look to Narsus now, he knew the man was able to stand his own against elves- after all they had a little fight of their own once- and the entire attention of the prince was on the greedy bastard and his actions.

Panic grips the spin of the other king and Naes did not hesitate to draw his sword, the dozen of guards that he has left secluding him in a defensive circle. The elf laughs in amusement, “Very clever, Melle Shahzad, but it seems you’ve forgotten one very important thing.” the tone of voice turns down to a hiss as tongue flickers, sharp as a serpent’s, “If you do kill me, do you seriously think a few inhabitants of a desolated, forgotten village is enough to go against Mahuriat’s main army?”

At his words Narsus’ smile fades into a thin frown, noting the point in the other’s speech and in truth the adviser cannot muster the words to say that the other is completely wrong. True, he had gotten rid of the palace guards and those who are in charge of the king’s personal safety but having to go against Naes’ full forces would make them greatly outnumbered. 

“I don’t know what I am for sure.” She said while still wondering about the male’s intentions and verything about him in general.”I am sure you aren’t some angel yourself, budd.”

                                            ┊┊✝ 𝕮𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖒 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆．．．✝┊┊

Pharom had managed to get into a fight, and was almost instantly arrested, especially when they removed the hood and noticed who he was. They felt like they had just bagged a good thing, and decide to put him in prison as they awaited to pluck his head from his body and claim a reward from the king. Pharom wasn’t fazed however, since he knew that fate wasn’t finished with him yet. He had a duty to fulfil.

They roughly moved him along, removed his belongings, armour and weapons and practically threw him behind bars, joining the rest of the prisoners. For one cell, it was large, but the amount of people sitting within it seemed to cause overcrowding… What was going on here?! Why were there so many people in this cell? Pharom was surprised with how many people remained in here still, wondering what their fate was. He frowned at the conditions as he remained in there, waiting for Narsus to break him out.

“I am here.” He calmly stated to the other as he heard his name. “I must say, there sure is an over crowding problem within this cell, don’t you agree?”

He had then joined his side, knowing that before he left, he needed to obtain his weapons and armour back. There would be no end to it if he returned without those… That and he would never forgive himself, since they were especially forged by his father before he had died. They were special to him.

“I shall allow all of you to make your escape, but in the meantime, I am obtaining my belongings back.”

                                                ┊┊✝ ．．．𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖚𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖒. ✝┊┊

Narsus makes it a habit to be familiar with the place he’s in. And now his efforts were proving its point as quick hands draw his sword and Narsus begins cutting down the locks upon those cages. Time was tight -they were left a mere two hours before dawn and by then Narsus knew they should be leaving the prison and he on their way, however, he wouldn’t leave without Pharom.

“I shall go with you.” he says, and he’s sure that the other knows it’s an order, not a question. “There is a store room a level above this one, it’s likely your weapons are kept there.” 

                                        ┊┊✝ 𝖁𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖔 𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖚𝖒．．．✝┊┊

The look of pain failed to be removed as he remained there with Mukuro, now realising that he was having to tell him about what was troubling him. He was in pain, and it was both emotional and physical pain that was cursed upon the demon. When the other asked him to, he frowned slightly and looked at the other, allowing his shadows to guide his eyes to look Mukuro dead in his.

“I… don’t think I will be alive or your next lifetime, Mukuro.” He said to the other, not wanting to upset the other, but he didn’t allow himself to lie either. “I was cursed as a child, and the end is coming close. I can feel it.”

He then heard him whisper something in his ear, which caused his heart to ache. Did it hurt? It always hurt. His life was full of emotional torture, as well as physical pain that engulfed him more and more as time went on.

“Yes… it hurts.” he said as a whisper as well. “It also causes me to be emotionally unstable on times… I don’t think I can handle it anymore…”

Lie? Sethos wouldn’t even dream of lying to the man that he loves! He was too loyal to that.

                                                ┊┊✝ ．．．𝖉𝖆𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖒. ✝┊┊

He should’ve expected this coming. Life to Mukuro had always been a ridiculous joke, for no matter how hard he tried, how much he wished, God had abandoned his every need. 

There’s a reason why he stopped believing in Fate a while ago. Fate wasn’t destiny. Fate wasn’t given. It was made, and thus far Mukuro had made his with his own two hands, suffered the price for which he paid knowingly and would eventually grow to hate the person he had become. Yet despite all these years, some people were never destined to change, in attitude or in personality. Mukuro is one of these people.

“ Ah! It’s you! Yue! ” 

                    A bit surprised at the sudden voice.                     Bringing his attention towards the                     other in with a smile on his face.                     Qing, being the cutest little button                     ever seen, went over to him just for                     a little kiss. 

“ I haven’t seen you in such a long time! ”

Hearing the other’s voice was a relief to the former sea prince, but having Qing walking over to him and leaning in for an unexpected kiss surprised him even for the more. 

Under normal circumstances the dragon would have snapped at the other. He never liked having his personal space invaded, and yet....