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@loyaltyloved said: “I feel…weirdly stronger…” (now I wanna give mori a vampire verse. . )

Vampire Starters

"Don't get up. Give your wounds a few minutes to heal"

The strength that was behind the hand pressing against his chest was minimal - not much more than that of a child's. Her voice, however, would have been overpowering - the compulsion to follow her commands too great for any human or kindred to refuse.

How any human had lived, even for a few minutes, after what he had gone through was a question she'd never be able to answer. His own blood still pooled on the grass beneath Nobunaga's feet, his limbs torn apart by blades and arrows alike. A lone soldier on a battlefield, left to die. She loves humanity as much as she does her own kind - and yet both were capable of monstrous actions beyond her comprehension.

She'd given this one a chance at another life, snatched him form the jaws of death by letting him drink her blood, which was now regenerating in the veins she'd drained minutes before. Thus, she'd created another of her kind: the only circumstance under which she would ever drink human blood.

"Worry not. You'll have plenty of time to test your new strength in time. But that time is not now."

The icy stare used to command him then turned into a gentler gaze, sorrow and compassion mixed in her eyes.

"What is your name? And what on earth happened here?"

Heart-Shaped Bed! || Accepting!! || @loyaltyloved

Gabriella carefully pours the steaming tea into delicate porcelain cups, her movements steady despite the invisible weight pressing down on her. She places the cups on the table, her fingers trembling ever so slightly as she arranges them alongside a plate of freshly baked treats. The aroma of the tea and the sweetness of the treats fill the air, creating a comforting atmosphere in the otherwise solemn room. Sitting across from Diarmuid, she watches him with a mixture of affection and sadness. His presence, always a source of strength and comfort, now serves as a painful reminder of her own mortality. She can feel the eldritch entity gnawing at her from within, its insidious presence growing stronger with each passing day.

Taking a deep breath, the witch forces a smile onto her lips as she reaches for her cup of tea. She takes a sip, relishing the warmth that spreads through her body, if only momentarily pushing back the chill of impending doom. "You know," she says, her voice soft but steady, "even if we die in every dream, at least we're together in this one." She meets HIS gaze, finding solace in the depths of his golden eyes. In that moment, she wishes she could hold onto this fleeting happiness forever, to forget the looming shadow that threatens to consume her.

But she knows she cannot escape her fate. She is but a mere witch, bound by the cruel whims of destiny. And yet, in the quiet moments like this, surrounded by warmth and love, she finds the strength to carry on, if only for a little while longer. So, she savors the tea, the treats, and the company of the man she holds dear, knowing that their time together is precious and finite. And when the moment passes and they must face the challenges that lie ahead, she will do so with courage and determination, for as long as she draws breath.

After descending from the rafters above, The Count soon finds themselves on the ground, mere feet away from the masked Phantom. With a dastardly grin stretched across his face, The Count then begins to slowly inch forward.

@loyaltyloved said: euryale's sister senses are tingling. who does she have to skewer? & then have asterios stomp their pitiful remains to bloody paste. (once again y'all's threads are so 🔥🔥)

"What's the matter, Euryale? You look so fired up today...did you sense something? My, my...I should expect nothing else of me"

The unsightly, vulgar display she'd put on earlier might have been gone - lips curling into a slight smile - but not her anger.

"Well, if that's how you really feel, then I can't really stop you, can I? Go ahead, my darling - teach that peasant, Ignacio a lesson, will you? And do let that adorable minotaur have his fun too, eehe~"

In the end, Stheno is as wicked as any other god should be.

izo: you should have been the headless horseman for Halloween!!! (he's laughing it up)