therion.

     ❝    𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫  ,  𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞  .  𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝-𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡      ⋯      &    𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧  .    ❞

    𝐃𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 ,  𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 ;      religious horror ,  gore ,  violence ,  loneliness ,  blood lust ,  descriptive nudity  &.  sexuality ,  death ,  depression ,  sadness  &.  sorrow ,  loss of family ,  torture     ⋯      among other subjects not suited for the under developed ,  or highly sensitive .

🩸🩸🩸 Aff. to ; tba.

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Righteously Evil.

( Throne , huh ? Becoming ruler of the daemons , acting my revenge of every praetor , every priest , every church , EVERY EXORCIST - seems like over kill . &. a waste of time , unnecessary . )

Reflecting on Wukong's words , it increasingly became more an annoyance rather than something to take into consideration . An idea of what were to come , had she taken control , plays out . Nothing good would come of it . Regardless of the brewing hatred poisoning a once pure heart - mindless killing , attacking innocents , were out of the picture . This ripple in the world is caused by one &. only one organization . She fully intends to take out the head of the snake , crippling the rest &. having them disband .

On the other hand , this very effect may cause an uproar on the rest of society . Who would then seek to protect the populace ? Velvet ? That hadn't crossed her mind - nor did she care very much to .

It's a pity , how much one can change from seeing death up close , being betrayed by someone you trusted with your life once .

Which beckons the idea right back into her mind - Ruler of the daemons . Her crew would certainly disapprove , friends she's made thus far . If they were even considered as such .

A hand comes to wave around her head , as if shooing away an overactive imagination . There's no time to dwell on such a question or ideal , more pressing matters were to be handle at current .

“ Hell's not taking me any time soon . Can count on that . ”

( Tch . ) An insult of a question , although their inquiry may not have at all been in bad faith . Despite it being so or not , it's a TOUCHY subject - the idea of being saved . It makes Velvet feel utterly weak , as if she were stunted in getting stronger . Her fists clenched at each side , eyes darting to the side . Avoidant of any direct eye contact when answering ;

“ Don't need it , never needed it . ” &. oh , how that were nothing but a blatant lie . Once , she were saved as a young child , by Artorius . The man who took her brother's life . &. twice , by his chosen , a malak . Thrice , by yet another malak , a child . A child that resembled that brother lost - even taking up the very same name after some time together . He'd opened up her heart in some ways , allowing Velvet to sort of feel for others again . &. how that disgustingly titled SHEPARD tried to force the little warrior to discard any emotions at all in her younger teen years .

The entire thing pissed her off to no ends .

&. without a proper outlet for it , it's taken out by sarcasm , fighting daemons .

“ Are you gonna keep interrogating me , or can we move on ? ”

( ⋯ hm ? ) Half lidded eyes of gold &. orange tints look to a clouded sky ; raising her bandaged covered hand . Allowing it to get soaked by the droplets , how long has it been raining ? She's lost in thought again , thinking about her brother , about her village , her childhood best friend - everyone from a few short years ago . Thoughts of , had she been stronger , would things been different ? Would Laphicet be alive , would someone else have taken his place ? How long would she &. everyone else stay BLIND to that man's ways ? Mind of what - if quickly became a mind of anger . Agitation . Grunting , sighs of frustration . Her arm falls back to the side , rather aggressive , &. head came back down , dark &. wet bangs covering most of her face .

“ Let's stop wasting time . No good catching a cold - ( if that's even possible , in my case . ) Let's find a tavern , we can wait out the storm . Then , continue on ⋯ ”

A self taught warrior, making it her life's ambition to protect what family remaining after a vicious attack during the Scarlet Night some years prior. She fights prickle-boars, saving enough resources to afford her brothers, Laphicet, medicine. He doesn't seem to be getting better, which keeps Velvet on her toes & stressed more due to this. She cooks, cleans, & takes care of most things around the house. Their guardian is Artorius, or Arthur. The husband to their older sister, & father of an unborn child. As well as the Exorcist that's going to protect their village from rising daemon attacks.

The second Scarlet Night came to be during their lifetime, all for this man, to betray the siblings. Killing Laphicet, making him a sacrifice, to keep the peace between humans & daemons.

In doing so, shattering Velvet's trust, fatally wounding her in the process, ultimately changing her INTO a daemon. While she gains immense power, a certain type of daemon, a Therion, which feeds on other daemons & exorcists & malaks alike... she was quickly imprisoned after wearing herself out trying to reach Artorius.

Three years, she remains in this prison cell, located on an isolated island. A malak, which stood by Artorius, goes rogue, helping Velvet to escape. Ultimately meeting her own end, & allowing the Therion to consume her body & reach higher feats. Along the way, Velvet meets a handful of others, forming a crew, who help her through multiple challenges while searching for that horrid man, her main goal is to slaughter Artorius.

She uses everyone & everything as tools to benefit her, to get her ahead & closer to this goal.

She eventually softens up, meeting a young boy who is malak, trained to be nothing but the Abbey's tool. Formerly known as number two, Velvet gave him the name, Laphicet...

stats ;

name. Velvet Crowe. age. Nineteen - twenty. height. Five feet, five inches. / one-hundred seventy centimeters. sexuality. Lesbian. gender. Cis-female, she/her. fighting style. Martial artes, hidden arts -> gauntlet blade. powers. Consuming Claw, Lethal Pain, Annihilating Crash, Impulse Desire. combined prowess, ft. Laphicet. Innumerable Wounds.

other notes ; Due to her now daemon blood/transformation, every sense is enhanced, except for her taste. Velvet no longer can taste food, or other substances, if it isn't blood. She needs it to survive, more so other daemon blood. But, blood of humans, exorcists, malak, etc. can sustain her strength, too.

ִ ࣪ ⭒ 🗡 ⎯ ❝ in chr .

ִ ࣪ ⭒ 🗡 ⎯ ❝ psyche .

ִ ࣪ ⭒ 🗡 ⎯ ❝ portrait .

ִ ࣪ ⭒ 🗡 ⎯ ❝ i will avenge you .

ִ ࣪ ⭒ 🗡 ⎯ ❝ my target .