#cerberivs

"You seem to be enjoying the performance." The witch leaned in beside him. There were a few people playing classical music in the park this afternoon. Her focus on it shifted to him, however, drawn to the unusual energy she didn't often see in this realm.

In one of his spare rooms, the overall feel is a bit less haunted, less ancient than the rest of the place. There's war trophies sitting on a book shelf, but they're all small and none of them truly grotesque, just incased inside enchanted glass that has a flickering sort of amber glow. The plush of the rug will be soft, its design of a dragon consuming a griffon very artful....at least in his opinion.

Here there's a fireplace too below the stair step to a large bed, but the embers burn blue instead of amber or red or yellow, a cooling effect given to the atmosphere. Here, is place in the infernal realm where one might feel most on Earth. Above it sits a shield, two crossed swords and Spartan helmet with a full plume of red. No one can say he's not a person of sentiment.

"You might find....it's easier to center yourself here."

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Kohaku couldn’t shake this uneasy feeling as the jewel shard embedded in the back of his neck was reacting to something but why?

He shook over the thoughts as he tried to figure out where exactly he ended up as this didn’t look like Feudal Japan, not in the slightest.

Feet carefully tread as he took in his surroundings, he could see various fauna and flora the move it walked, however, his feet stop completely once he felt an ominous aura.

He quickly moves to hide within some nearby shrubbery, placing his right hand to his mouth and the other to the back of his shard to strain down the shard’s energy as he kept completely still and absolutely quiet.

He slows down his breathing as well as his heart as eyes stayed locked on the source of the aura, not daring to let his guard down even for a second!

“That’s such an angry little face you’ve got.” Frivolous and unnecessary, but quiet didn’t wear Astaria’s lips very well. Silence was for saints and corpses. She preferred the rustle of silk and sin.

Crimson eyes tracked him as he passed, that peculiar fragrance bleeding from his veins. It smelled nothing like the mortal musk. But she knew that infernal scent… She’d smelled it once before, back when she still believed in devils—hellfire and iron, the ash of burned prayers.

“I’m looking for someone who might… read something for me.” The request was soft, hushed, but in that way satin muffles moans when stuffed into a mouth full of sin.

Because it wasn’t a book she spoke of. Its scripture was out there, crawling across the internet, chained behind paywalls of her own pricing. But the mortals, foolish little things, were always ever eager to share her nudity around anyway… And Astaria could only do so much to dam the flood before it leaked through the cracks.

Canting her head to the side with a come-hither way to part her lips and a heavy-lidded stare, she chanced a half-smile—the kind that made cruel things taste like a kiss.

Cerberus had a puppy & he just wanted to tell you you're cute as hel, and to ask if you'd be his this Valentine's Day (and maybe for all eternity, because who could say no to those lil faces????)