#encarnal

Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

‘ Average. ’

‘ Leave me alone? ’

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Belial!

You'll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 222.

You’ll retain everything you had in your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

She still had remembered him when he provokes her to kill him in one shot as she doesn't want to entertain him further. This time, he was here for unsure of times as Ilsa just returned here recently.

With no gun in her hand than a BB gun, she's just a harmless erune with an impatient side. Ilsa was aware that a BB gun itself won't hurt him one bit but she'll try to make things normal.

Wait--I'm sorry! Please don't leave me. Don't leave me here all alone. I Lo---Wang Yi, please come back.

DON'T LEAVE ME

P̵̮͒l̷͚͐ë̶͈́a̴̰͝s̷͍͗e̷̘͗.̸̬̂.̸̧͛.̷̦̉.̵̱̂.̵̳̓p̸̼͐l̵̳̉e̸̡͗à̷͈-̴̪̄-̸͉́s̷̜̄e̶͖̒.̴̮̎.̴̜̔.̶̛̞.̶͇̃Ḭ̶̂ ̶̩͒d̶̰͝ō̴̪n̴͓̑'̷̨͋t̷̪͋ ̴̼̒w̴̬̄a̵̠̔n̵̛̹t̷̥͛ ̷̛͔t̷͍̉o̷̯͂ ̷̝̽b̸͂͜e̷͍͌ ̶͓͘a̷̫͋ĺ̵̗ó̷͙n̷̻̍e̶̗͊.̴̳̀ ̶̞͂Ī̴͚'̶͔̑m̷̢̐ ̴͈̈́s̸̺̈́c̶̬͠ä̸͔́ṛ̶̚ĕ̷̳d̴̤̈.̵̕ͅ.̵͑ͅ.̷̰͌P̸̤̃l̵̯͑ë̷̥́a̷̱͝s̴̻̀ȩ̶͆ ̵̧͑d̸͖͐o̴̻̽n̸̲͂'̶͓̈́ṫ̶̗ ̷̥̀l̶̐͜e̸̻͐a̶͓̔v̸͖̑e̷̬͂ ̴̳̏m̷͓̎e̸̮̋.̷̪͐ ̸̤̆h̸̹̑e̸̡̛l̸͈̆ṕ̵̻ ̶̞͂m̷̗͑e̸̳̾.̵͖͌.

"!!!!" When Klaus wakes and springs forward, his entire head feels like it's about to crack in half. Hands grab fistful of short curled hair and he pants. Oh, his chest HURTS and in his mild panic he releases his hair with one of his hands and clutches at his chest. There's a silent scream from him as he leans forward, head hung low.

There's an emptiness inside. I say this is fine. It's really whatever, but....I can't even lie to myself 100%. This sucks.

He really overdid it, didn't he? He really pushed himself when Kratos had warned him not to multiple times. It hurts. Everything hurts.

If....I was going to hurt him like this in the first place, I shouldn't have gotten close. What would have been the point? What did I hope to gain from all of it? Why? There really was no point. I'm going to die, either way. I...shouldn't have gotten close. I should know better.

Klaus exhales a shaky breath. Someone's here. SOMEONE IS here, but his body won't let him move. He can't look up. All he can do is hear the muffled sound of someone talking to him. He can't make out their words.

It doesn't matter what they say or think. I will always be a monster through and through. The Ashen Demon was my nickname for a reason. No....remember what was said---

Heelllo, can you hear me?

Klaus gasps softly and finally he's able to look at the source. That voice. It sounds familiar. He's...his thoughts...

“you sure talk a big game.” 

the words are meant to be - would be taunting, if not for the clear irritation present in both his expression and tone. by no means a patient man, it’s only the risk of his own discovery that keeps wanderer from giving the man - degenerate would be more accurate - a few choice words before leaving him behind. 

wanderer comforts himself with the fact that, at least, if it came down to it, he could use the man as a distraction to slip away - and with the advantage of flight and a small frame, he can easily slip around tight corners and fit into narrow hallways, putting him a good distance away by the time the beast is done with the other.

still, with every word that comes out of the stranger’s mouth, wanderer draws closer to his limit. it’s how he comes to the conclusion that, although he’d originally planned on waiting for an opportune moment to ditch the man for his own survival, getting rid of him now would be a worthy trade-off if it meant he’d no longer be subjected to his presence. 

INCORRECT QUOTES (ACCEPTING)

Godless as the masses here seemed, flickers of devotion existed if one knew where to look. He avoided the larger churches—more splendor than sincerity in his experience, and finally found a suitable substitute in one of the narrower alleyways of Archimedes just a short distance away from the famous Church of Onoma.

It didn't even have its own name, but the steady trickle of worshippers and their quiet prayers filling the space was proof enough. And yet when Aurelius stepped outside again, his hand automatically moved to block the passage of the dark-haired man striding towards the entrance.

"Excuse me."

"I believe the usual policy is to cover up before entering a place of worship."

The man was handsome bordering on sublime, both in his face and exposed torso; Aurelius thought back to a certain passage from a book he'd read inside and laughed quietly to himself.

Beauty is indeed a good gift of God; but...

"Shall I lend you my jacket?"

 ❝     is  there  something  i  can  help  you  with,  belial  ?     ❞  though  he  would  be  lying  if  he  were  to  say  he  wasn't  hoping  that  the  answer  to  that  question  would  be  no.  it  has  not  gone  unnoticed  that  lucifer  seemed  to  be  in  a  hurry.  something,  he  himself  had  yet  to  notice  as  well.  perhaps  he  is  more  eager  to  go  to  the  gardens  than  he  might  realize.  ❝     i  was  headed  to  the  gardens,     ❞  a  pause,  ❝     why  ?     ❞  he  never  seemed  to  care  what  he  did  before  —  so  why  now  ?