to the max.

welcome to maximuums, a multi-muse rp blog by maxie! muses both canon and oc with verses in genshin impact, my hero academia, fate, fire emblem, and more!

“The time is almost upon us... I do hope you all will entertain me.”

“Hm... hehehehe..... HAHAHAHAHA!!”

Judgement was finally getting some amusement from this gala. Killing wasn’t enough, they needed a true challenge. It seems one had finally found them.

’ Looks like I found that beast everyone has been terrified of. ’ It didn’t take long for the Pretender to find them- and of course as one who was set on destroying Britain once, he was not afraid. Though the Lady of the Lake whom was the host of the Gala knew who he was, knew that his facade of being the Fairy King was nothing but a mask of his, did he still mask himself in public. Sure he was surrounded by the incests and faries that came to adore him during his birth, but not everyone attending the Gala knew exactly who he was. Not everyone was there to see the truth behind that gentle smile of his- not everyone was aware that he was too a threat to humanity. A chuckle passed his lips, not seeming to seem angered at the beast at all, yet he also didn’t make any sudden movements to give them any ideas. ‘ A shame Lady Vivian asked for me to find you myself. I’m not too much of a fan of fighting, you see. ‘

Their head slightly tilted, a smug smile on their face. They could just use their Mystic Eyes to learn about what hid behind that smile of his, but Judgement already had a pretty good idea of what they were looking at. Pretenders were... an interesting breed, to put it mildly. Normally they would use much more colorful language to describe such a thing, but they were trying to keep up appearances, after all. 

“So, the faerie queen asked you to find me, hm?” What a curious development. Here they thought Vivian would mercilessly hunt them, not even stopping in her path for friends. Color them surprised, but it wasn’t like it changed anything. Their goal was to eliminate Chaldea altogether, and that included the faerie queen and this abomination of insects that stood before them.

“It appears I left a little bit of a mess.”

Judgement straightened their tie. Hearing the hysterics of the party host was a much better reaction than they expected. As if a puny faerie could harm them. A cruel chuckle left their lips, while the gala attendees knew a Beast was here, they had no idea the angel was right under their noses. Not that it mattered, anyway.

The Beast could feel the inferior one's gaze boring into their back at almost all times. They had to admit, to have such a look was moderately vexing. But no matter, Judgement would take care of them soon.

It was late into the night, where the beautiful midnight sky was lulling many of the partygoers to sleep. Some lingered in the ballroom, but besides those spare few, things were quiet. A perfect time to cause the chaos that Beast desperately craved. Once they were certain they were alone, Beast morphed to their true form: a beautiful angel, hellbent on destruction of all life. They also let their Beastly Spirit Origin shine for just a moment; their minder would be here soon, no doubt.

And right they were. Rounding a corner, the suspect came across the Beast in all their glory. The violet shock of hair made Judgement raise an eyebrow, but a chilling smile remained on their face.

"Lancelot du Lac…" They said with a sonorous voice. Everything about them was beautiful, except for the deep seated black that was their soul. "How amusing. I was just on my way to kill your mother."

Lancelot, like an unhinged dog, snarled and readied a blade. Judgement's smile grew, and they let their Mystic Eyes activate. Where Lancelot was about to launch an all out assault, the Mystic Eyes froze him to the spot.

With a lackadaisical flutter of their many wings, the Beast floated closer. As their proximity increased, the Berserker went into a frenzy. Still, he could not move. Judgement was hovering before him, their malicious eyes glowing in the dark of the hall. They rested their hand on his cheek, and had Lancelot not been paralyzed, he would have tried to bite the angel's hand off.

"Child of man, raised by fae." Judgement began, running a clawed finger along Lancelot's chin. "I know the perfect place for you, man who forsakes humanity."

"The Realm of the Dead is where you belong."

With a flash of movement, Judgement quickly withdrew his hand from Lancelot. A beat of silence, then, Lancelot's head rolled forward, falling pitifully to the ground below. His body quickly followed, gravity pulling it down. The Berserker faded into golden dust.

They swirled a glass of wine in their elegant hand. Judgement was disguised amongst the partygoers, simply calling themselves a new Servant summoned by Chaldea’s Master. It was easy enough to fool them, with their Self Modification skill, and the angel would look upon the crowd and drink, wondering what their next move will be.

“Your tea, Miss Night.”

Barbatos was used to serving others. He has done so for Lord Diavolo for thousands of years now, and he was content with his position. While he had many duties as the butler to the prince of the Devildom, he was glad he was not in his liege’s shoes. Running a nation was tiresome, and he’s had his experience as a Duke of the Ars Goetia, even more so when he was a Virtue. 

But as a simple butler, he had no worries of maintaining others than the castle staff. Sure, sometimes he would help wrangle the demon brothers and confer with his lord and Lucifer about other matters, but one of his biggest worries these days was pleasing his master.

And Diavolo was off doing some sort of work, so Barbatos had undertaken the endeavor of entertaining his guest. He didn’t mind, and he found Dez to be rather pleasant company.