#lastscion

idk man.

Fine sand were dug ‘neath his heels, as the CALMED waves reached his ears. The name of the beach ( or rather, the first two words ), so proudly displayed at the entrance ( Costa Del Viera ), strikes chords of FAMILIARITY that echoes a fleeting memory of his previous life. He’s no fool; he long knows, by the outlandish lands and malfunction of his magic, that he’s not in his ORIGINAL world. Now, he finds himself involved in the plights of this world -- and he dares assume a FORMIDABLE fight would be beyond this mystery. ❝  We are of the same faction, you say ? And what does that matter ?  ❞

     she made no attempt to stop herself from rolling her eyes as a quiet scoff left her–––– it was meant to be more playful than rude, and she didn’t doubt for a second that noctis knew that, so she continued, reaching out to give his arm a gentle shove.

                        what a car,   she’d seen some interesting    rides    across the water but nothing like this.    Importance was the   immediate    vibe that made the  hair on her neck stand up straight.    Just who could that be   ?  Some politician   ?

                                there wasn't much time that alucard has spent alone. he's faced monsters and near-death experiences with the belmont, but until his mother had passed.. well, a few years ago now, and after he was left to attend his castle, the belmont hold.. he never truly knew what it meant to have no one in his corner until then. it had been --- scary. he was scared of going back to that, become the man that he had turned into for a short while. alucard was too proud to admit that aloud. he knew how time had slipped away from him, how easily he fell into the habits of his father the moment that another had wrong him. adrian would like to believe that he was stronger than that, that he had some backbone. but he caved. easily. far sooner than he had expected.

it  wasn't  ideal,  that  much  was  certain.  she  thought  hell  would  be  eternal  raging  hellfire,  shackle  bound,  the  pain  of  a  thousand  sunrises  blistering  pristine  immortal  flesh—  and  yet  ....  she  walked  onward.  shimmering  ruby  encrusted  sheath  wound  with  gold  dragging  behind  her,  kicking  up  a  mixture  of  ash  in  her  wake.  carmilla  was  the  queen  of  styria;  not  hell.  this  wasn't  her  domain  and  so  the  regal  vampiress  found  herself  somewhat  lost.  there  was  no  comfort  of  moonlight  here,  and  so  days  began  to  blend  into  a  endless  void.  mouth  dry,  yearning  for  what  she  so  craved  desperately.  a  punishment  she  supposed.  but  the  fury  of  her  seething  rage  was  stronger.  numbed  the  ache  of  her  hunger.  

steps  once  so  willful  are  slow...  not  to  be  mistaken,  however  ....  just  as  grand.  heels  pushing  into  the  cake  of  ash  beneath  her  as  silvery  strands  fall  to  rest  against  sculpted  cheek.  with  a  sigh  of  annoyance  tall  feminine  frame  takes  a  rest  to  lean  against  a  crumbling  pillar.  every  time  carmilla  thought  she  had  some  sense  of  geography  in  her  newfound  purgatory  things  shifted.  like  a  endless  puzzle,  an  everchanging  map.  lifting  her  blade  she  removes  it  from  the  sheath,  glancing  at  herself  in  shimmering  silver  blade.  her  reflection  betrays  her  as  brow  begins  to  wildly  twitch  in  frustration.  '  pathetic,  '  she  hisses  in  anger.  crimson  red  nails  tuck  into  powdery  white  palm,  forming  a  fist  and  colliding  with  the  pillar  in  anger.  it  crunches  and  trembles  beneath  the  force  of  her  blow  and  her  howl  of  anger  ripples  through  the  spance  of  hell.  like  a  wounded  lioness  she  roars.  heel  lifts  as  she  spins  in  a  mesmerizing  twirl  finishing  off  the  remnants  until  is  crumbles  further  into  dust  and  ash.  sword  tucks  smoothly  against  her  hip,  fabric  of  crimson  colored  dress  concealing  the  weapon.  

issac,  the  least  important  man  in  dracula's  castle  would  die  by  her  own  hand.  even  if  she  had  to  drag  him  here  herself,  she  would.  his  death  would  be  hers  and  hers  alone.  she'd  find  him  again  &  again  ..........  

a  ripple  of  what  could  be  described  as  color  and  heat  alerts  carmilla,  icy  brows  drawing  together  as  perfectly  sculpted  forehead  creases.  a  portal?  a  way  out?  it  was  something  new;  something  exciting.  with  the  speed  of  a  immortal  and  a  blur  of  porcelain  and  crimson  she’s  lunging  forward.  all  too  soon  vibrant  pearlescent  colors  vanish  and  out  falls  a  man,  landing  abruptly  inches  from  where  other  worldly  colors  had  just  been.  hissing  as  ash  is  stirred,  carmilla  steps  back  slightly.  nose  upturns  and  crinkles  at  the  waft  of  human.  but  his  scent  is  muted,  all  her  senses  down  here  were.  she  eyes  his  large  frame  questioningly  as  his  backside  is  presented  to  the  curious  vampire.  

‘  you’re  fucking  joking,  ’  icy  gaze  narrows.  as  if  her  eternity  couldn’t  get  any  worse.  shimmering  gold  crest  stares  back  at  her,  a  stinging  insignia  for  the  immortal.  she  begins  to  laugh,  throwing  her  head  back  to  orange  lit  sky,  half  mad.  it’s  a  manic  &  desperately  sad  sound.  almost  another  wail.  nails  clutch  at  aching  stomach,  clenching  fabric  in  a  small  attempt  at  grounding  herself.  she  swallows  and  tucks  frayed  silver  strands  behind  her  ear.  ‘  fucking  brilliant.  the  last  belmont,  at  my  feet,  life  taken  while  i’m  rotting  down  here.  ’  spinning  away  from  him  she  looks  back  up  to  the  sky,  fangs  glinting  in  the  amber  glow  of  the  underworld.  ‘  if  we’re  taking  requests,  ’  she  shouts  at  nothing,  at  everything.  ‘  i’d  love  a  certain  forgemasters  arrival.....  ’  a  pause  as  bitter  smirk  finds  perfectly  inked  lips.  ‘  issac.  bring  me  issac,  you  goddamn  bastards!  ’  (  @lastscion​  )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒

@lastscion​ asked: ​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞