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“I trust Marissa.”

Ryan drove away after leaving Marissa to go and take care of Johnny while she had a free class. 

PAINT IT BLACK: ( chapter two )

rating: 14+

relationship: tbd

a/n: tagging @materialkii​ and @kazinejghafa​ for being the best enablers ever

The blood of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black has always been pure, untainted. Always at the top of the food chain and in charge of the wizarding world, nobody dared to cross the Black family. They were wealthy, influential, and bred the most powerful wizards imaginable. Or so they claimed.

But when the eldest son and heir of Orion and Walburga Black is sorted into Gryffindor and their second son ends up being more of a follower than a leader, the Black family is subject to scandals the likes of which the wizarding world has rarely seen.

But their salvation is just around the corner. Someone who can put the broken pieces of the Black Family together simply by existing. And it lies in the hands of a sixteen year old girl who has no idea how important she is.

Nudging him forward, Roadhog grunted encouraging the shorter junker to get on with it. Gulping he felt butterflies fill his stomach, he had never felt this nervous before. He never had much time for dating let alone time to actually wooh a woman.

He paced for a moment, glancing at Hog now and again not sure if he was able to go through with it. The hog roadie huffed annoyed, pointing at Junkrat then to Trix. Exhaling deeply Jamie nodded looking back at her. Sweating anxiously Junkrat limped over to the petite magician, who was planted in her chair painting her signature skull carefully onto her smoke bombs.

They had been working together for the past few months on various heists, missions and just generally causing trouble. He admired her spunky attitude and adored the fact that they shared such similar interests.

Giggling softly hearing the dirty junker clomp around back and forth behind her, Trix decided to address him, “Whaaaaatcha doing?” She trailed out in a song song tone as she continued to work.

“Oi Trix!” Jumping a little startled he fumbled around standing up straight. “Hey Junkbutt, what can I do ya for?“ She chirped not looking up from the sphere in her hand. Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated, blueprints and paints sprawled out across the desk in front of her. 

He stumbled over his words nervously, finding it hard to concentrate on what he was going to say. “Right so I uh saw ya checkin out that crane machine the other day down there at the ol arcade.” He managed to choke out keeping the soot covered plush tucked away behind his back. He had tried his hardest to keep the damn thing clean, getting frustrated each time it got dirt on it. But seeing it’s happy little face covered in soot it just reminded him more of her.

“Oh the one with the lil pachimari turnips? Yeah their so precious..” She smiled recalling the adorable plushies that always taunted her each time she saw them. She was never able to get around to snatching one for herself, always caught up in making a quick get away.

“Yeah yeah tha’s the one! I uh.. may have nabbed ya one..“ He leaning over her plopping the ashy plushie on the desk in front of her.

“No fuckin way, Jamie you shouldn’t have!!” She squealed in excitement, staring down at the cute toy hugging it to her chest nuzzling her face against it. Trix quickly turned and nearly tackled him as she jumped into his arms. “Well tha’s not the only thing..” The Junker laughed catching her.

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.

“You can’t escape me now, Void Walker~” Malzahar said, a threatening grin slowly taking over his face. “You knew your demise was, inevitable.”

How many times had he played this heavily anticipated moment in his head before? On far too many occasions had he dreamt of exterminating the man off the face of the Earth, shedding his blood for the great masses to see.

He wanted to bask in this moment, savour the taste of victory over the Preservers of Valoran as he obliterated their precious leader in front of their very own eyes. And what better way to do that then sacrifice him to the great deities?

Kassadin had been silenced, stripped down to the skin and tied down by thick ropes to a stone altar, an altar beautifully adorned with relief carvings along its side. The Void’s prophet addressed the crowd beneath him, a mix of his own followers and, under disguises, followers of Kassadin’s.

“My dear followers, we are gathered here today to praise our glorious deities, to show our, appreciation and devotion to them.”

The crowd broke into an applause.

“And to praise them as so, today, we have gathered an offering to them!”

Here, the prophet gestured to the bound man, his eyes glinting maliciously beneath the rim of his hood.

“This man, if you could call him that” Malzahar boomed, “This man, was blessed by the deities, in the same manner as me. But he has forsaken their invocation to spread their enlightenment to humanity and whats more, he defied them! He renounced the deities, and spread malignancy towards their divinity, turning civilisations against the order of the Void!”

Here, the prophet glanced towards his enemy.

“And today, he shall pay for his immoralities!”

The crowd cheered their leader’s words.

“His death shall not be a rapid one however, he must pay and feel the torment he deserves for his sins!”

Here, the crowd went wild, roaring words of praise towards the divine beings and spewed hate towards the miscreant.

“And now …”

Malzahar unsheathed his dagger, lavishly decorated with precious stones and gold gilding, a dagger he had saved up for this occasion. He would normally remain composed and calm when commencing human sacrifices but today was different.

The prophet approached the altar, his lips curling into a ludicrous smirk, his eyes glowing in a frenzy. He was blood thirsty, he wanted to bathe in the other man’s sanguine fluid. Once he was by the altar, he propped himself onto it with a swift leap, leaving his audience gasped and puzzled at what he was about to do. He knelt above Kassadin, his knees resting on the hard stone on both his sides while studying his mortified expression with a berserk expression on the prophet’s own face.

“Enlightened Walker of the Path! We could have led the world together as brothers in this fellowships but look at where you are now because of your foolish decision to turn against us!” Malzahar laughed as he spoke. “You’re a farce, a caprice! You call yourself a leader?”

The Shuriman’s grip on the dagger tightened as he lifted it up in the air. He left his hand hover there for a few mere moments as he revelled in the moment and what he was about to do. Then, as rapidly as ever, he brought down the blade into his victim’s shoulder, feeling the body beneath him jolt at the foreign object’s intrusion into his body. Malzahar laughed maniacally as he twisted the dagger deeper beneath the skin and muscle of the man’s shoulder until only the hilt was visible. Then he proceeded to, with all his force, drive the blade down the man’s arm length, leaving behind not only a deep cut along his arm but also a fountain of blood which had started to soak parts of the prophet’s robes.

But that was exactly as he wanted, was he craved for. He took the dagger our and brought it up to his lips, allowing his tongue to lick up the blade, a trickle of blood going down the corner of his mouth as he relish the metallic flavour of the others blood, his cheeks flushed but not of embarrassment yet of exhilaration. A euphoric expression took over his face as he lapped the blood off his blade like a thirsty kitten would do to milk. His body shuddered with anticipation of what was more to come.

“Kassadin, your fate is already sealed!” he shouted, grabbing the other man violently by his hair with his free hand and yanked his face upwards for his gaze to meet his own.

“I can see it, there’s no way to escape! It is imminent! Savour these last few minutes of life you have left!”

He had licked his dagger almost clean from the the bloody mess it was in. The prophet moved it once more away from his mouth and jammed the dagger into the man’s chest, deliberately  missing his heart by a sheer millimetres. He took the dagger out once more, the blood dripping down his own arm and drove it into the man’s side. He furiously kept on stabbing the male whilst avoiding any vital organs, relishing the tides of blood steaming from his wounds. His noble silken robes were now sodden in blood.

He paused his viscous stabbing for a moment to observe his masterpiece, shrouded by an almost eery silence as the audience made no sound nor movement. Malzahar ran a hand along the other’s bloody torso, his eyes showing a hint of admiration to the other.

“It’s a shame that it had to end like this Kassadin,” he spoke, his voice now soft and calm. He leant closer to him and purred into his ear, “We could have been and done so much more than fight.”

He sat back up again and looked downwards towards the man. He had humiliated him, abused and tortured him enough to quench his vengeance. There was only one thing left.

“Your demise is a only seconds away Kassadin,” cooed Malzahar smugly, “I’ll leave you with a few words as a parting gift. Remember your daughter? You know, the one whose departure to the Void you were responsible to? She’s not dead, on the contrary, she’s a fascinating vessel for breeding our half Voidborn creatures. Now don’t get the wrong idea, I haven’t had anything to do with that wretched hag but the others …” His delirious grin returned, stretching from ear to ear whilst his free hand reached out for an axe.

“And now I shall remove the silence bounding your voice so I can here your screams as you wither beneath me and embrace death.”

And that was what the young prophet did yet he gave the Void Walker no chance to sound out anything as with with one swift blow, decapitated the man.

“This will make a great totem head,” Malzahar said as he grabbed the head and brought it to eye level.

The deed was done.

Kassadin was no longer a threat.

And now, he would be forced to watch his beloved world fall to the Void.

|| Picks off some time after the “Embarrass Me” drabble, thought it would fit in nicely with it. >:3c ||

He couldn’t remember how he managed to get himself tied up in this particular situation and by tied up, he literally was tied up by a number of ropes to a chair leaving him unable to move any muscle. Well, he did remember that there was alcohol involved and even though the prophet didn’t normally even drink any, on that particular event he not only had but also ended up wasted with a complete blackout of events.

And now he woke up to find himself bound in what seemed to be a cellar, alone and in the dark.

He let out a deep sigh. He couldn’t use his magic to free himself since he was unable of motion. All he could do is wait and see how the situation plays out. The worse case scenario was him being left there to rot for eternity (which would be quite a long time to the timeless immortal).

After what seemed like a few minutes since gaining back his senses, he could feel a presence getting closer to him. From the shadows emerged a familiar face and the sight of it filled the younger Malzahar with hope, for a brief moment that is. His brother had no compassion on his face, just a taunting smirk and eyes glinting with mischief.

“Seems like you’re awake, brother,” the older of the two said, “I bet you’re wondering what you’re doing down here hmm?”

He took a step closer to his younger brother and trailed a hand into Malzahar’s long locks before tugging his head up roughly by the same hair, forcing the younger prophet to meet his gaze as he leaned closer to him.

“You see, I wasn’t going to leave your little stunt, from last time round, unpunished” the older one said, grinning from ear to ear. The captive male said nothing, trying to keep his calm, scheming a way to release himself from the situation he was in. 

Meanwhile, the other male released his grip from his younger brother and took a few steps back and with a click of his fingers, set ablaze a torch with a fiery purple flame that illuminated the whole room.

“You could not be thinking about going this far to get back to me for a harmless prank?” Malzahar said, attempting to mask the distress in his voice as his eyes fell on the numerous torture tools. He could briefly identify a few and couldn’t believe that his brother would actually go that far to get vengeance on him for something so trivial.

“So, which one shall we start from hmm?”

“Oh great deities, you can not be serious,” the younger prophet said, his eyes widening the slightest in horror. Not only could he not escape his brother as his powers were a number stronger than his but he was to actually be strapped to the several torture racks?

“But I am, my dearest brother.”

“Isn’t there any other way we could go through with this? Forgive my actions brother but you can’t possibly be thinking of torturing me, your own flesh and family?” He wouldn’t ever beg for forgiveness but it was already a lost cause so he tried to play the last few cards he had.

“If begging for forgiveness is all you have then I’m looking forward how blood seeping from fresh wounds would look on your skin,” the older of the two said, his grin unfaltering.

“I’ll do anything you would like, anything at all just please, don’t do this to me.”

Name: Mae Taigakuin Aliases: Tiger Queen, White Tiger Mistress Gender: Female Eye color Ice Blue Hair color Silver with black tips Age:  Really old however she appears to be 20 Beyblade: Lightning Byakko MK150 Relatives: None Presumed deceased Friends: Ryuga Rivals: Kyoya Tategami and Gingka Hagane Enemies: All who get in her way. Occupations: Freelance blader, Ryuga’s traveling partner. History

Not much is known about Mae’s past.  She was found by Dr. Ziggurat and his scientist asleep in a sealed capsule in an undisclosed location deep in a remote jungle. Ziggurat revived her and then used a mind controlling device to take control over her. He gave her a test Bey and planned on using her to fight Ryuga. The plan backfired however and Mae joined Ryuga in his travels. She seems to recall things from her past and sometimes mentions them to Ryuga. Personality

Mae is very calm most of the time. She doesn’t really care much about other people’s problems but she is not completely heartless either.  When it comes to Ryuga she thinks of him as a very close friend, whether he shares the same feelings or not is unknown, and she will defend his honor against anyone. In battle she is very confident in her abilities. She is not easily tricked and is quick to figure out her opponents’ battle strategy. Due to her having a close connection to her bey, she has abilities that exceed those of a normal human. Her sense of smell and hearing are far keener than normal peoples. Her eye sight is better in darker places than normal peoples as well and her eyes shine in the dark. Appearance/Wardrobe

Mae has a short(5’5”) slender frame but she still has surprising strength. She has ice blue eyes and long silver hair that is dyed black at the ends. Her hair is usually in a single braid that runs to the middle of her back but sometimes it is down when she is resting. Her eyes are the same color as her bey’s. She does not have any tattoos or scars. She wears clothes similar to those that Ryuga wears. She has a silk white shirt that fits her frame snug as well as white silk pants. She wears black traveling boots. On her pants, a silver belt holds her beylauncher and Byakko. She has a silver collar that fits around her neck. It holds an importance to her and she rarely takes it off. She wears a white and black cloak over her clothing. She wears a silver circlet crown. It's design is almost the same as Ryuga's except instead of a dragon's head, there is a tiger's head.         Beyblade

Bey Name: Lightning Byakko MK150 Beast Name: Byakko Gender: Male Form Bey- Byakko is an Attack type Bey. It is agile and quick like the animal it represents and it has immense power. The Bey itself is built almost similar to L-Drago, with only minor differences. Byakko's coloration on its wheel is split between white and black with a strip of light blue running through the center of the coloration around the wheel. Byakko's face has the symbol of a roaring tiger head and it is black. The background of the face is white. The tip of Byakko is slightly pointed, allowing it to maneuver with ease, jump, or stay stationary. Under both wings in a hidden compartment are two small diamond razor blades which can be extracted and used in battle. These blades would cut through anything, quickly cutting a bey to pieces would be easy. Mae hardly ever uses this in battle. The bey also has a special ability which allows Mae to sense the opponent's power whenever their bey touches Byakko.       Spirit- A large white Siberian tiger with a custom silver crown head piece. The crown is similar to a gladiator’s helmet. The crown covers his head completely. It runs between his eyes and it stops on his muzzle and it runs down either side of his face and his ears stick out in openings on top of the crown. In the center of the crown is a white jade jewel. His top canine teeth are a bit longer than an average tiger and he is larger than the average tiger. His claws are made of pure diamond. His eyes are ice blue.         Abilities

Byakko is created from the Chinese myths. He can control the weather to a certain degree, in as he can summon storm clouds to battle. He can use the elements of wind and lightning. Byakko is the yin to L-Drago but in fact the two are allies.   He appears in his beast form regardless if the bey is spinning or not. He also has the ability to telepathically communicate with Mae and Ryuga. Special Moves