#sybella

Some Sybella outfits~

Asterion and Estel were running rampant; while Alastor had gotten a harness for the small devil, Estel floated dreamily in an orb of their own creation. That was also on a leash to keep the tiefling from floating away completely. Alastor took Asterion's muzzle off after the manifest was given the inclination that the tiefling wouldn't try to take any more bites out of people. "You know, I think I'm getting the hang of this." Last year at Lupercalia was his first 'date' with Zahrya, now here they were. Happiness looked good on him. "I'll ask before Zahrya does, anyone catch your eye yet?"

HELLO ILY THIS IS MY SYBELLA MUSEUM FIC………

bella is stuck in a painting. probably a curse. its a modern au but there’s also magic sort of. sybill is still a seer. bella lures men into her paintings and kill them. she decides who gets to see and hear her. sybill sees her anyway. because of the seer thing. they begin talking. getting to know each other. bella is very irritated at sybill at first. sybill is very charmed. there will be news articles of men going missing throughout the fic. open ending i think ?????

Something keeps her coming back, each and every time, almost every day, as if there’s a string tugging at her— connecting her to the painting. It gets physically painful the longer she stays away and she thinks that if she were to move to another country the painting would drag her back kicking and screaming. Across continents.

not too late!!!! for you i have my sybella fic idea i’m slowly writing!!!! 🔮

bella is a painting at a museum (or stuck inside it?? im not sure yet) and sybill is a frequent visitor. bella seduces men through the paintings like a siren and kills them (for survival or out of pure rage im not sure). sybill hears bellatrix one day and shes not supposed to, sybill just has the ”””ability””” i guess. they fall in love. i have an entire scene living in my head where they kiss through the painting. sybill holding onto the wall or the frame and bellas lips meeting her:))))) sort of how id imagine a kiss through the floo networks

An infernal city had risen in the Otherworld, rumours were clear that it was the Asphodel’s intention to throw open the gates of the damned and unleash the hordes of hell. Alastor had fallen out of Sathanas’ favour, his fate and the fate of his children would be made clear. At best, they’d be made into soldiers for the prince of the inferno. Zahrya’s hope for this world had always been clear: destruction and rebirth. The chancellor wasn’t the only one with these designs, it seemed Alastor had a choice to make. He was an opportunist and the writing was on the wall, this world stood little chance of surviving the days to come. “So, what’s your plan in all this?” He’d fate the dark rites of the blood mass, if only because Hyrsam had interrupted him.