#scourgeborne

Homie is running a campaign for Steinhardt's Guide to the Eldritch Hunt and when he asked me "you in?" I HAD to say yes! Cause Bloodborne inspired D&D campaign? Sing me up, baby!

ANYWAYS! Here's my baby boy Matthias Holstein

pray for him cuz this manual is brutal af lmao

Soaré

Pact of the Tome, Celestial Warlock

I'm really getting the brainworms over her.

@scourgeborne​

​ NOT HERE || - ❛  you wont find it  ;  you won’t find whatever you’re looking for  ❜    

SHE DOESN’T BELONG THERE. From the minute the heavens had spat her out, thrusting her forwards into a world and time that made no sense, the hollow emptiness in her chest had endured. It was a sensation of confusion; of mistrust - an unsettling degree of displaced existence that was picking clean the goodness and hope from once hallowed bones. The fact that of all people, HE still remained was only further salt into an already open wound. Aera knew his face, his voice,  but not the man he’d become; a distortion of memory and truth in which the Ardyn she’d once known; once loved, was now someone else entirely. 

 ❝ I found YOU, didn’t I?❞ It’s offhanded when she responds to his dismissal, fabric clutched between her fingers as she nearly deigned to pray to the gods for guidance, even now, after they above all else, had seen fit to turn their back on her. She was too tired for an argument, too exhausted and world weary from the very act of being torn from peaceful eternity and dumped, unceremoniously in a foreign and disconcerting hell. Modernity was not her friend. She longed for the nostalgia and comfort of HOME. For the towering columns of polished stone and the bright clear waters of Tenebrae’s streams.

@scourgeborne​ whispered: ❛ some do believe divine purpose blesses them. that is not what i believe. ❜

                                               ✨➳ RESONANCE SENTENCES.

She’s oddly quiet in the midst of their discussion, the murky waters of questionable theology a topic more readily skirted around while in the Chancellor’s presence. Ardyn’s never made it any grand secret that he thinks the gods are a falsehood. Some of the first words he’d ever said to her even, had been to dub himself a heretic - but still the underpinning notion of divinity comforts the florist. It gives perspective to her impending SACRIFICE, a different scope of view that adds clarity even if only to soothe the ravages of her own uncertainty. 

❝Maybe blesses is the wrong word.❞ Couldn’t CURSED be equally as apt? The idea that nothing was a choice, that it had been preordained from the start certainly added an element of overriding futility to any future plans. In some respects it fuelled the mentality of why bother fighting it, yet in others, there was a certain weight lifted from knowing that things were INEVITABLE. It removed the burden of blame, the indecision and constant gnawing doubt that maybe if you’d made a different choice, you could’ve averted some grand catastrophe? In essence, didn’t that better prepare you to make your peace with it?

There are many things she’s failed to tell her daemonic companion, secrets too closely buried yet inadvertently pried out one by one. Maybe this is one of them. Too much of her thought process and true self exposed and raw in the silence that sits between syllables. She’s CONFLICTED; uncomfortably so, but like any stubborn child clinging to the last shreds of a dying rebellion, Aerith fails to shy away. 

She could wax lyrical for hours about the gifts the planet has bestowed upon her, about the immeasurable joy and significance that communing with the epitome of all life gave her, but that wouldn’t be the whole truth. It wouldn’t explain the price she paid for it. For the constant noise within her head, for the sleepless nights and weight of purpose, nor the indescribable and unrelenting agony of feeling all of its pain. 

Pearly teeth set forth to devour her lower lip, worrying pink flesh to the point it threatened to sting and BLEED. It was only at the first hint of metallic retribution upon her tongue that the ancient looked up, verdant gaze heavy but determined as it sought closure and guidance from the most unlikely and arguably DAMNED source. 

                                  𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚂 𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙴𝙳   ,   the dust settling in his lungs   --   threatening to dry out the very air he breathed.   Everything around him was both silent   ,   and much to loud for his ears.   He could barely think   ,   barely breathe   --   barely see.   He was     𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄     , in truth   --   if he was even awake or if this was some kind of a     𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌.     If it was the latter   ,   he wanted to wake up.                                   He lifted his head   --   another cough escaping his lungs as he strained to see ahead of him.   Water pooled in the corner of his eyes   ,   not out of pain   --   instead because of the dust scratching at them.   A short growl of resolve as he     𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃.     He would show no weakness   ,   whether it be a dream or reality.   He would     𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.     He would stand on his own legs   ,   he would     𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄.     Even if he was alone physically   ,   he was never truly alone.                                   ❝ I will not bend or break today. ❞   He vowed.   He will see the sunrise on the ‘morrow.   The strength he found to push himself onwards came from a place deep within   ,   a place where he held those close he cared for.   It was that   ,   and that alone   --   where he continuously found the courage to     𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐍     -- even when all hope seemed lost.

● – || @scourgeborne​ gets a thing because reasons <3 

● – || Crystal blue eyes looked across the way, narrowed with hatred and anger for the man who stood just before him. So much had been taken from him. He’d lost his father, he’d lost his betrothed. While he understood so much, he failed to understand why all of this happened. Why to him? Why did it seem like everywhere he went Ardyn followed? 

Not anymore. 

“A man makes painful choices, whether by his own default or that of a greater power. You. . .  Every chance you get you have to take something away from me. Every fucking chance you destroy something in my life! Why? WHY?!”

See his face in mine! 

Noctis growled as he summoned his sword to hand and rose it through the sky to aim the point of the blade at Ardyn’s throat. 

“If you must take something else take my life but I won’t fall to your feet without a fight. I am my father’s son! I’ll walk tall until the concrete is turned crimson by my blood if it means keeping you from hurting someone else!”

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒, alongside the crown the stars had bestowed upon her head -- held high in pride despite the ache in her bones, as if each step she takes is yet another step closer to death... her gaze lingers upon the future, standing there upon the horizon, sun-kissed and smiling -- a sight that brings a familiar twist to knot and churn within her stomach. throat dries and steps stall, sapphire blues strict on their study of the man awaiting her arrival -- a surprise to find him here, however, startling -- an apprehension she could not explain,  for had he not been that man to wipe your tears away, all those years ago...?    

a frown twitches at her brow although her smile lingers, steps continuing along the path of altissia’s aching docks.    ❛  chancellor ardyn.  ❜    a gentle acknowledgement as the oracle approaches, ever pleasant -- ever smiling.    ❛  i was not aware you would be here. have you some business to attend in altissia?  ❜      of course, a voice rings, warns: its you.