#delacroixthesecond

“Uwa?!” And the boy in question almost toppled over, startled as he was by the sudden approach and address. He regained his balance swiftly to fire back a reply, despite that he was still clearly flustered.

“I- I am not lost! Do not take me for a child! I am- I- Im- Impey?!” The words and tone- with phrasing more mature than his appearance yet a voice not yet broken- shifted from shrill and off balance to astonished. “What are you doing… here? Hm?”

No, that wasn’t right. Delly’s brow furrowed, and following a moment of study he decided, “As similar as you appear to that one I know, you are not the same. For what reason have you called out to me?”

“Impey? Haven’t been called that before.”

“An’ sorry if you ain’t a child and I mistook you for one. I know goin’ off of size’ll get me kicked in the groin one of these days, but it’s a hard habit to break. Wait. Uhh, sorry for calling you a term you don’t like, yes, that’s better.”

The mechanic laughs a bit, his sharp teeth glinting a bit in the sun. “As for why I called out to ya? You looked lost, and I like helpin’ people. ‘Sides, you looked like a fish out of water what with everyone not speaking English in this place.”

Leave 'Lived long enough to become the villain' to get a glimpse of my muse being a villain.

His head was bowed, nothing around him seemed to click. He was lost in this world; a world of vengeance. The one person that cared about him as a child was gone, but for what reason? A useless war? No- it wasn’t a war, it was genocide. Shameful slaughtering of an innocent race, the citizens did nothing wrong!

The old man did nothing wrong.

Who should he blame for their death? The one’s that gave the command to fight, or the ones who soullessly carried it out? ‘Why not all of them?’ Those men were just as guilty; they could have said no and thrown away their weapons. Yet selfishly they went about this horrible act, saying their ‘honor’ or pride was at stake. Impey practically growled with anger.

“How foolish...” They were going to pay, all of them. They were selfish, he gets to be too. One by one, he will hunt them down; giving them the death that they deserve. He couldn’t help but to chuckle at the idea of the old man, dancing in heaven while those villains grovel in hell.

With blood smeared hands, he tapped his chin in thought, accidentally leaving a spot of red where he had touched. He thought about teaming up with Delacroix, however, the little guy was just a child. He seemed devoted to avenged the vampire race but... the way he was going about it was too different than the way Impey was. ‘I could always use him for my own benefits?’ It would be easier to find the murders if they were working together. Yes, that would be the best course of action.

Once he stood up and began walking away from the gory mess, he couldn’t help but to smirk. Already he had three targets; Van, Victor and Victoria. Van, he would let Delacroix deal with. He knew the pain the poor child was dealing with and thought that it would be best if he faced it. Though, if he decides to change his mind, well, Impey might have to step in. No soul will go without punishment after all.

Victoria will be saved for last. Impey wanted her to see her everyone’s death, he wanted her to regret, suffer for what she did. And as for Victor-

“Your nice act won’t fool me. You’re to blame for his death.” 

Of course just is luck to land in another unique place. Though he didn’t care to look around or admire anything. He’d just get the information he needed and make Snow bring him back. Honestly what a nuisance.

Tridekas V. Delacroix II

It was a while back that the heroine came to the mansion of Saint German, Though being a timid girl Yui rarely ever came out of that room, it was finally somewhere she felt safe and the only time she came out was around the night , most because looking at the Stars in the court yard tamed her wild heart. 

Sitting there in the dead of the night. Yui paused as she have a low sigh “The stars sure are out tonight, I wonder , how everyone else is doing?”

“Really?”

“Thank goodness!”

He’d spent all afternoon trying to make a flower crown out of daisies and clovers, the finished project of which he presented to Cardia before dinner. Proud of his handiwork, Delly beamed.

“It took me a while, but I made a good one! Put it on, I bet it’ll fit right to!” he insisted.

Gloved fingers graze over the velvety petals of the delicately woven crown, admiring the beautiful detail and handiwork of the young vampire. Cardia has always admired the fleeting beauty of flowers, but from afar fearing her poison will ruin what already teetered on a delicate balance by nature. They truly were beautiful. 

A sound of agreement hums from her coral lips. “Mnm… I really do.”

Gingerly she places the crown on her head, adjusting loose locks of mahogany that framed her porcelain features.

“It fits perfectly. Thank you Delly! Could you teach me how to make one too?”