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old ( the dawn of creation, thanks ), vague, too playful for their own good. consequence is the mirror of luck, with whom they haven't spoken in centuries ( two immortal beings walk into a pub, make a bet, and suddenly the bubonic plague happens ). they're very finicky to track down, as well as generally unresponsive when asked direct questions. their main power is that they can see into all universes simultaneously, and know whatever choice is about to be made, no matter what it is.
while that sometimes depresses them, they know not to interfere ( unless it's dire, then they'll show up disheveled and say "maybe don't do that" as opposed to any real warning, anything past that — it's a cosmic crime, and they're trying to learn their lesson with that ).
they try not to see too many things at once, and heavily rely on blocking things out when it comes to humans / immortals / supernaturals they have grown to care about ( which is rare, as seeing everything leaves them with unattached ). they're not supposed to do that, but try to stop them, hater?
trying to get a hint from them on what to choose is fruitless, as their favorite comeback to that is "flip a coin" with a smile. they're dangerous in regards to time manipulation, as they have the power to do it, but time themself has often kept them in check ( but not in every universe or instance, as consequence has changed things before, and have been brought up on cosmic crimes ).
beatrice is a guide to paradise ( heaven ), and was referenced in dante's inferno — which, in my canon, is a real re - telling of true events. her faceclaim is wunmi mosaku. she is a real being, a guide meant to pull souls cleared from purgatory into paradise and to guide them into the shift from darkness and light. she was created for the sole purpose of providing divine comfort, and while she adored that role in the early years of her existence, she's grown somewhat weary of the duty.
when jeong-u officially died for the first and only time, stricken down by lucifer themself, beatrice caught him in purgatory and snuck him into paradise after he approached her. she guided him through, and was his confidant in the realm before saint peter threw him back to earth on the orders of god. jeong-u and beatrice got along famously, and they miss each other very much, knowing that they'll ( probably ) never see each other again.
jeong-u is still very fond of beatrice, and sometimes speaks to her aloud before someone dies in his arms, knowing she's listening. they were close for a moment, just a mere eight - to - twelve hours in paradise, but on earth, the span was officially two years. jeong-u was declared dead, and when he arrived on the shore of iceland under the aurora borealis ( the spitting - out area of paradise for creatures not meant for that realm ), beatrice appeared once to wish him a proper goodbye.
❛❛ you were never an angel of grace. ❜❜ alfred's jaw tightens, his words spat from his tongue in such festering, quiet anger. i can see his hands shake, and i wonder if he wants to throttle me, to wrap them around my throat, and squeeze. my lips curl upward, and i light a cigarette, the filter between my teeth. i breathe in the smoke, then sigh it, lungs emptying. glancing over, i shrug one shoulder carelessly.
❛❛ i didn't claim to be. you mistook angelic tendencies for something divine. i've never been that. i'm far from your divine expectations. ❜❜ what conclusions alfred has formed over the years is up to him. i take no responsibility for his needs, for what he's saddled upon me.
we have an understanding as two creatures unloved by the universe, and while he's given me chances to make up for my mistakes, he's never been patient. i gaze at him again, and i watch as irritation furrows his brow, and pinches the angles of his features. his mouth opens, and i steel myself. i've awakened the beast.
❛❛ oh, how you adore your self - pity. you hold it close, right next to that empty hole in your chest. you cough it into napkins like blood — it's consumption, your anger. it eats at you from the inside, and you're contagious. ❜❜ pure vitriol, every syllable practically soaked in hate, and i take it in, i comfort it against myself.
his pain has never been his priority, as he's selfless in ways i'll never be, but it still stings. i don't let it show, my face still passive, as i flick ashes onto the pavement. i'm silent, giving alfred a once - over, my eyes slow and deliberate. i love him, and have loved him, and will always love him. i'm beginning to think his is waning, thrown to the stars like a half - moon.
❛❛ i forgot how delicately you describe your hate, alfred. it makes me miss you the more. ❜❜ it's partially a joke, which i know he doesn't like, as i can see his upper lip curl, a snarl that's so canine - like, his teeth flashing as he takes a step forward. maybe he will try to kill me, maybe this is the end. for it to be at his hand, i feel content, i feel ready. perhaps i'll let alfred take me away from this, what he's described as my consumption, my hurt.
❛❛ nephilim — ❜❜
i can't help myself. my eyebrows raise at his spit, and i pause, the cigarette before my mouth. ❛❛ — lycan? ❜❜
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ALFRED JAMES WARRING. jeong-u is more open about this relationship, as it isn't damaging or toxic, and it was a time in his life when he was ( relatively ) happy. alfred is a werewolf, bitten decades prior in scotland ( where his mother was from ), and was a skilled chemist in budding forensics at scotland yard in the mid / late - 1800s in london.
he's very sherlock holmes - esque, and is highly intelligent. jeong-u met alfred through friends right before the jack the ripper crimes began, and alfred, studious and very connected to his profession, suspected jeong-u for a short while. their mutual interest in each other developed into a sexual relationship, then romantic. they were together through the beginning of jeong-u's destructive period, but alfred ended up breaking up with him when jeong-u began to spin out of control. alfred couldn't stand the sight of it, and he thought that his leaving would wake jeong-up in some way. it didn't.
alfred is still alive and well, and jeong-u sees him from time to time. they're still very much attached, and will occasionally have an affair for a few years before one becomes overwhelmed and leaves ( usually alfred ). they're spurious, but they have never stopped being attracted to each other, and they have never stopped being in love ( in their respective ways ).
jeong-u was there for many of alfred's transformations, and was his support system through it. alfred is sharp, and he can sting jeong-u verbally more than anyone else he's been with ( and that's saying something ). jeong-u cares for alfred deeply, so deeply, and would drop everything if alfred needed it. alfred feels much the same.
remind me to write a short meta on Time, and jeong-u's relationship with the being. they can take any form they want, but mostly look like this.
they're a formidable being, strong and capable and sharp, but their cruelty and kindness are so vast and different. slit a throat, feed a lamb. time is a being that jeong-u trusts, and sometimes time uses that against him. there are a few instances of this, and time both loves / hates that there's something else in the universe that's seen nearly as much as they have.
however, time is a being that understands jeong-u, and they have a relationship where time will come around and observe, complaining about humanity and their eras over a glass of white wine and a pack of cigarettes. they know each other well, and time is one of the first beings in the universe to actually accept jeong-u, and has defended him against the heavenly opinion, even at their peril.
new year's eve, 1999. the ball is dropping, the twisted entrance to another thousand - year fly through the rolodex of cruelty, pain, and humanity's eternal gift: suffering. a knife is at a brother's throat, the tip digging into the flesh under his jaw. they are gathered, on their knees, begging for me to bathe them as master commands — we wait for midnight, the tinny sound of dick clark in the other room, and i note the breeze entering through the curtains: funeral lilies. my instincts are sharp.
❛❛ ti — ❜❜ my wrist is snatched before i make out the word, the name, and i feel their fingernails, long and elegant, prick at my skin. they're before me, knife wrenched from my grip effortlessly. i blink — blonde wisps, a purple floral print, and then she speaks.
❛❛ you stupid child. ❜❜ when i catch proper sight of time, she's angry — angrier than i've ever seen her. there are tears in her eyes, but they don't fall, her grip so strong, so capable of snapping me in two. i gaze at them, dumb - struck, wondering why time has made themselves known. ❛❛ you stupid fucking child. ❜❜ whisper - soft, breathless, but the words catch on her tongue. ❛❛ you've let him in, and look at you. you're his bastard now, aren't you? doing what he tells you. ❜❜ my lips part, irritation flaring, before time raises her free hand, pressing it to my chest. we lock eyes, and then, the wind picks up.
our stare continues, time's fingers curling against my clothing, and they never relent. it's not only anger in the being's gaze, but panic, and that's something i've never seen wash over her. she shoves me away, but we're no longer in the apartment, no longer in new york city. i step back, stumbling, before my rage adjusts itself. i, again, open my mouth to speak, to tell time that this isn't their concern, that they don't know what this is, what it's like, the horrors that run throughout the never - ending night of my thoughts. my eyebrows knit, and:
❛❛ dal. ❜❜
i gasp so sharply that my lungs ache. i spin, rounding on the noise, and i recognize it. my mother sits with me, and i — am small. so much smaller than i remember, so much smaller than i ever thought was imaginable. my mother has my hand, her head leaning down to kiss my forehead. ❛❛ i want to tell you something — and i want you hear it. ❜❜ it is then that she turns to me, looking at me, staring as if she can feel my presence, or beyond. ❛❛ dal. ❜❜ she addresses me directly, and my eyes flash. ❛❛ don't do this — please think of what's best. do you want to hurt humanity? do you want to end the lives of so many you told me all these years ago you'd help protect? ❜❜ she strokes the child at her side's hair, me, and brings him closer. ❛❛ think of his world. his choices. are you going to throw away so much beauty, so much love, because you hurt? ❜❜
funeral lilies take my senses again and i cast a side - glance. time, making their way near my mother before sitting on the edge of our small bed, her cigarette pack in her hand. they light up, then point the ember end at my mother. ❛❛ — you have to listen to her. ❜❜
A BRIEF INTRODUCTION OF MATHILDE PAULINE DAUPHINE FOURNIER.
mathildè fournier is a 524 - year - old witch. she is a luciferian witch, which means she uses her magic to worship lucifer and do his bidding. she primarily performs dark magic, but has been known to use light magic at times because it's easy and useful, and it's a simple way to lure and trap individuals / other supernaturals in her web of destruction. she is a ( sympathetic to a point ) villain. she was unaware of jeong-u's existence until they met, which was around 1500, just at the end of the french renaissance period. jeong-u was living in france at the time, in what was then versailles. he was an art collector and seller, and his collection, at its peak, was more valuable and well - curated than anyone else's in france. he made a very good living off of it, and still has some of the money from his time in versailles now. he was insanely rich, but only used his residence to store and collect his art. he slept from chateau to chateau, taking up with every social class, and he was well - known around versailles as the man to see for art, pleasure, and general fun. he was very popular, causing rivalries and obsessions, and was always the toast of the town, no matter what event he would throw.
mathilde came from the well - known fourniers, and has a twin brother named adelias ( more on him later ). they had high social ranking, as mathilde's father, renè-marcel, was a baron of agriculture and land - owner throughout france. he was friends with the monarchy, and often gloated at parties about his connections. this didn't impress jeong-u, of course, and renè-marcel would often find himself irritated at the dismissal of the most sought - after man in town. he would attend jeong-u's events with his wife, marie-thèresè, and while jeong-u would tolerate them — it wasn't until renè-marcel brought his daughter mathildè to one of the gatherings that jeong-u paid attention. she is beautiful, no doubt. she was already a witch at the time, well - versed in spells and other forms of witchcraft. she had entered an unholy pact with lucifer the night adelias was turned into a vampire by a gang of vampiric highwaymen, stating that if her best friend and protector in this world was going to hell, then so would she. adelias protested, but lucifer happily took mathildè's soul in exchange for massive amounts of power in witchcraft. mathildè, who had been raised devout, turned on a god that would cause endless pain to her twin. she vowed to destroy the world slowly, devouring it for lucifer and corrupting as many people as she could.
without this knowledge, jeong-u wasn't aware of mathildè's inner workings, and he fell in love with her almost instantly. they had a whirlwind affair, and renè-marcel was pleased with it. finally, the approval of the man versailles was obsessed with, causing his social rank to climb even higher. jeong-u and mathildè were inseparable, joined at the hip and heart, in love, and utterly devoted to each other. jeong-u cleaned up his act, no longer partying and sleeping with anyone he could, and instead settled his mind and love on mathildè. they married, and mathildè was on her way to getting what she wanted — jeong-u's eternal soul. comfortable enough with her, and trusting her entirely, jeong-u, on their wedding night, revealed to mathildè who he is, and what he's capable of. mathildè didn't expect it, but she knew that this would raise her salt with lucifer. an angel, a naphilim, born to the archangel that booted lucifer himself. she knew the stakes, and while part of her love was genuine — it turned malignant in its obsession. she became utterly focused on jeong-u, trying to corrupt him slowly, trying to break him into pieces she could use to give to lucifer.
while their marriage was solid, at least to jeong-u, mathildè became fixated on stealing what was his — immortality. an invulnerable, true immortality that could circumvent her and her twin's souls residing in hell at the moment of true death. she wanted to take that from jeong-u, she wanted to have it as her own. after months went by, mathildè worried that she and jeong-u would never conceive a child, which was her plan — she was going to carry the infant to term and then kill it upon birth, feasting upon its flesh and blood with adelias in an attempt to "save" them. questioning jeong-u, she learned that he is not capable of conceiving, as god stole that ability from him long ago to keep the nephilim line extinct. angry, mathildè then turned her sights on killing jeong-u, overcome with the need to take everything from him for this. she would use spells to manipulate him, to cause him pain, to try to weaken his abilities and power. she would painstakingly take steps to try to thwart any good he'd put into the world. renè-marcel was horrified that he wouldn't have an heir and demanded that jeong-u be exiled for not providing the pivotal information. mathildè's rage overcame her, including the twisted affection she still harbored for jeong-u, and her need to keep him close so she could steal his life. she killed renè-marcel, crushing his heart with magic, and it was the ultimate test to see if she was powerful enough to do it.
jeong-u, knowing he had upset mathildè due to his lack of divulging important information, asked for a way to make it up to her. this fell into mathildè's lap, as a plan had formed for her to crush jeong-u's heart with magic and then drink his blood at the moment of death to seal her and adelias' immortality. adelias, learning of her plan, admonished mathildè, and left france entirely. this only served to further fuel her anger, and she demanded a token, physical proof, of jeong-u's love for her: she wanted his heart. jeong-u, knowing that he is unable to die, clawed his heart from his chest and presented it to mathildè, still warm and beating. she then revealed herself, her plans, and her knowledge. horrified, jeong-u tried to fight mathildè, who had already tasted of his heart. it gave her power beyond measure, and they fought, supernatural to supernatural, before mathildè crushed his heart in her hand. she threw it at him, screaming, then attempted to curse him on behalf of lucifer. jeong-u, knowing better, fought mathildè again to keep her from finishing her plan. they both ended up near - death, mathildè with her newfound powers raw and unrelenting, and jeong-u unable to truly take her life, as part of him still loved her deeply. they vowed to part, mathildè's care for him winning over.
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