*𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖆𝖙

#EMERITUUSZERO:  an  independent  &  private  roleplay  blog  for  papa  emeritus  nihil  of  ghost.   written  by  bre,   she/they/he,   twenty - three.   established  April  of  2022.   portrayal  loosely  follows  canon  lore  &  is  primarily  headcanon  based.   papa  is  a  fictional  character.   trigger  warnings  for  dark  comedy,   mature  content,  drugs,  blasphemy,   &  religious  themes.  

@vileincarnations​  sent  :  [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) - Azoth

Mist  swirls  over  the  tall  grass  of  the  unkempt  cemetery,  gathering  around  his  ankles  and  obscuring  his  feet.  He  feels,  if  he  closes  his  eyes,  that  he  could  simply  float...a  ghoul  in  the  night,  but  the  overcasting  of  the  abbey,  full  moon  hiding  somewhere  behind  the  spires,  keeps  him  firmly  planted  to  the  Earth...as  do  the  eyes  of  his  companion.  They  burn  in  the  dark.  At  some  point  in  time...not  long  ago,  he  would  have  been  drawn  to  that  fire  like  a  moth,  catching  himself  on  fir  and  relishing  in  the  burn.  Now,  he  draws  back  into  the  cold.  

They,  naturally,  shouldn’t  be  here  but  when  has  that  ever  stopped  them  before?  

                                  Benjamin  can  feel  the  word  ‘our’  on  the  tip  of  his  tongue.  

He  uses  different  wording,  lacking  possessiveness  all  the  same.  “My  sons  have  made  their  own  destinies,  Azoth.  Step  in?  When  I  was  growing  up,  I  was  on  my  own.  Why  should  now  be  any  different?”  He  waves  the  ghoul  off  with  a  pale  hand,  turning  away  to  the  grave  of  his  father’s  father’s  father.  “They’re  grown  men,  Azoth.  You're  smothering  them.”  

Okay, but c’mon now...Nihil was so cute in this most recent chapter. My partner thinks he’s gonna be resurrected young again and sing lead. I hope so a little tbh.

@vileincarnations ​ said  : [ pin ]  for the sender to pin the receiver against a wall - Azoth for THAT thread, make it hurt xoxoxoxo

⁶⁶⁶  Please,  please,  please,  please⸺A  huff  of  air  that  burns  his  lungs  bursts  from  his  throat  as  he  slams  into  a  nurse,  knocking  the  wind  out  of  them  both.  It’s  only  then  when  the  force  of  impact  interrupts  his  desperate  chant  that  Benjamin  realizes  he’d  been  saying  it  out  loud.  Other  phrases  come  to  mind  to  as  he  pushes  past  the  woman,  continuing  his  sprint  down  the  hospital  corridor,  help  me,  being  one  of  them.  

                                              “Get  out  of  my  way!”  

He’s  spotted  the  sign  he’s  been  looking  for.  ICU.  Papa  skids  around  a  sharp  corner,  spotting  his  eldest  son  but  paying  him  no  mind,  shoving  his  youngest  aside  to  open  the  nearest  door.  What  he  finds  inside  can  only  be  described  as  a  nightmare.  His  son,  lifeless  and  prone,  mouth  agape  and  eyes  open  wide.  His  pajamas  are  covered  with  vomit,  sweat,  and  the  hands  of  medical  staff  pressing  at  his  chest.  “Fuck!  Please,  Lucifer  no.  Please!”  Benjamin  pushes  himself  easily  to  the  bedside  of  his  child,  hovering  over  him,  terrified  to  touch  him  for  the  fear  that  his  body  will  be  cold  against  his  palm.  His  expression  is  empty.  Void.  Far  away.  

His  cry  of  agony  causes  his  own  ears  to  ring  in  protest  but  he  screams  on,  an  unending  wail  of  loss  and  despair.  

“All of your incessant questions… You knew what you were doing. You wanted this.” pliant little plaything, man-thing, his personal pet human, trapped beneath his paws; helpless but for the bucking of his hips, his biology betraying his need. “Look at you, fucking your hips back up into me, needy little human. Degenerate little human. Desperate little human. Is that what you crave?” He seizes Nihil by the jaw and forces his head back, baring his quivering throat. “To me pinned down and mated by a beast twice your size? By a beast three times your weight?” Flattening his tongue to the man’s pulse point, he laps at his throat, tracing his jugular with the tip of his tongue. “Do you have any idea how many centuries I’ve been alive? How many of your kind I’ve exsanguinated with this hands? How many I’ve riven with these jaws?” And he captures the man’s fleshy earlobe between his benign front teeth.

“And yet, here you are, squirming beneath me.” Talons tear through the fabric of the man’s shirt like a knife carving through hot butter, leaving it in tatters without touching a single hair on Benjamin’s body — the precision of a seasoned killer. “Ask for it,” he hisses into his ear, hand slowly sliding south, feeling the fluttering of his navel as he teases his touch over his sensitised skin. “Beg me,” he slings his hips low, the substantial weight of his cock dragging against the smaller’s thighs. “Beg me to breed you like the bitch you are,” he growls, a predatory sound originating from deep within him, low and primal. “To make you my little fuck toy.” Flushed to the tips of his ears, swollen almost to the point of pain, and his skin superheated, he’s well and truly in the throes of his heat.

Instinctively,  Benjamin’s  hands  struggle  within  the  ghoul’s  grasp,  yearning  for  control  and  being  denied.  What  the  hell  brought  this  on?  Why  is  he  so  hard?  His  mouth  agape  and  his  hips  still  desperately  searching  for  sweet  fucking  friction  against  Azoth’s  thigh,  Nihil  listens,  agreeing  with  a  groan.  He’s  rarely  this  aggressive....  and  never  in  public.  In  truth,  Ben  often  wishes  the  ghoul  were  more  open.  He's  Papa,  afterall.  He  does  what  he  pleases  and  who  he  pleases.  If  that  isn't  one  of  the  perks  of  the  position,  he  doesn't  know  what  is.  

Moans  quickly  turn  to  whines  as  his  throat  is  gripped,  gaze  forced  to  the  ceiling  as  his  lover  licks  and  teases  at  his  flesh.  “~you  gonna  hurt  me?”  He  manages,  practically  sputtering,  the  angle  of  his  throat  choking  him  with  his  own  voice.  His  tone  is  both  fearful  and  curious,  perhaps  even  a  bit  taunting.  How  much  is  he  willing  to  do?  How  much  control  does  the  ghoul  have?  Hopefully,  a  lot,  for  his  sake.  

The  singer’s  questions  are  seemingly  answered  as  the  cold  air  of  his  office  hits  his  chest,  forcing  him  to  look  down  and  shiver.  “Fuck...oh  fuck...”  His  very  center  melts  with  Azoth’s  attention,  craving  his  kisses,  his  gentle  caress  just  as  much  as  his  claws.  

@ministrymatron​  said  :   [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ]

                                    “HEY!”

He  feels  himself  being  pushed  by  the  crowd  behind  him,  shoved  in  every  direction  but  going  nearly  nowhere.  The  panic  of  late  night  concert  goers  fills  the  air  with  screams,  people  yelling  for  their  friends,  trying  to  get  out  of  the  venue...they  overshadow  his  own,  his  voice  shot  from  singing  anyways.  He  fights  through  the  side  door,  shoving  someone  out  of  his  way  the  best  he  can  before  tripping  out  into  the  frigid  night  air.  There  she  is!  That’s  his  girl~

                  “Thank  God!”  It’s  a  weird  statement  considering  his  recent  job  offer,  but  hey,  he’s  new  to  this  whole  thing.  Benjamin  runs  towards  the  sister  of  sin,  hair  disheveled,  lip  busted,  and  eyes  watering.  As  soon  as  he’s  reached  her,  his  arms  are  around  her,  lifting  her  up  off  the  ground.  “Thank  Satan!  Thank  whoever,  you’re  out.”  The  lead  singer  is  looking  her  over  as  soon  as  he  gets  the  chance,  having  seen  her  scramble  amongst  from  his  view  on  stage.  “I  thought  I’d  lost  you.”

He’s  eager  to  get  the  fuck  away  from  the  crowd  and  the  building,  immediately  urging  her  to  follow  him.  “Somebody  flashed  a  fucking  gun.  I  saw  it  on  stage.”  Ben  explains,  looking  over  his  shoulder.  “Probably  a  toy  or  something,  son  of  a  bitch...”  He  hisses  wiping  his  bloodied  lip.  “Are  you  hurt?  Did  the  boys  make  it  out  yet?”  ‘The  boys’  he  so  fondly  refers  to  are  the  hellish  creatures  that  accompany  him  on  stage.  “I  mean,  I’m  sure  they  can  take  care  of  themselves...”  

Hey! I updated my rules page to include verses. If you’re looking to interact, please check those out! Nihil’s backstory is coming soon as well. 

I also broke my toe so writing is sort of on the backburner right now. I dropped my bass guitar on it on accident while playing Prime Mover, funnily enough.