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[queen-of-prophecy]

Triss bounced a little bit as the opposing weight sunk heavily on the opposite end, a big wedge of cheese now in her hands. She ate a little bit, but tears still rolled down in fat globs off her cheeks as she ate in relative silence.

".....why is Lucifer doing this?"

It was such an innocent question, and yet it was laden with so much hurt and pain that it seemed hard for Triss to let it out.

"I...I don't know why he's doing this. Vine loves him. Doesn't he know after all this time how much she hates being alone?" Another chomp. "Why can't he just say he's sorry and stop doing it?"

Perhaps tired of the constant sneaking around, or perhaps the company of the cockroaches had gotten too perilous. But Triss is finally out of the ventilation system, crying and sniffling on the couch of the main lobby.

A wedge of cheese ended up in her lap, the couch almost bouncing her as Mammon sat down heavily on the other end.

"... You gonna listen now?"

[queen-of-prophecy]

The desk was clean and polished. A fresh stack of white paper was waiting, with one sheaf laid on the flat surface. Vine's hand held a writing quill, and an inkpot was fresh and full. Everything laid out for an evening of writing. Of catching back up to her fanfiction, to reimburse her fans after a long, unexplained absence of no updates.

And yet, the words would not come.

Writing used to be easy. She's craved the time and freedom to write during her early days of punishment, but was forced to shelve her work until she had established a greater realm of safety and security in Heresy. Except now that she was sitting at her desk again, trying to imagine a good opening sentence, nothing would come. A stopper had been put in her creative brain, and nothing she imagined sounded good.

Vine should have been scared of more reasonable things. The reopening of Heresy, Lucifer's awaited arrival, and settling her present problems. She'd seen scarier things.

But the blank page was a mockery at best and a cold omen at worst. As if her writing talents had been plucked from her along with her hand's original power.

"Don't take this too-" She growled, frustrated and nervous as the end of her quill tapped on the hardwood. "-this is mine. Don't take it from me."

Heaven would rejoice if they could see her. They took her original hands, and then let Lucifer take her original talent.

Vine was afraid. She'd never struggled to tell a story before. She had all of history in her third eye, and could spin another person's story in a dramatic and engaging way. But the third eye was lingering on certain events of the past, present and future.

No matter what she saw, it was misery.

A young lady surrendered to the clutches of a suitor a hundred times older, condemned to a household of gloom and despair. A young man beaten and abandoned by his own family, scrambling for the last of his drugs as the world grows darker. The last rites of a widow, grimacing with pain as the funeral procession beats her down with every march and step.

The world in her eyes was a dismal place, and she'd created a piece of it. Heresy had its own beauty, but it was a dark place, devoid of sunlight. It was cold, a battleground meant for the fiends and the monsters they would face.

Vine desperately wanted just an ounce of hope.

"....tch! Fine!" She finally put the pen to the paper. "Even if it's boring, I'll write something! I'll get back into it somehow!"

So she wrote. Continuing from a chapter she'd last left off on, she wrote with a fury as if trying to drag the words out of herself, each line kicking, screaming and gnashing its teeth as it was ripped across the page. A romantic drama turned ghastly as the hopeful protagonist had their progress take a sharp turn into disaster. The whiplash of her earlier writings, once so much more whimsical and invigorating, there was something in this chapter that spoke of raw anguish as a loved one dies before her eyes, without warning, and by surprise.

Vine wrote the heroine's tears, hot and agonizing as acid trails, burning a path down her cheeks, forming knives to dig into her chest. All while her own tears came to her eyes, blurring her vision. A spare hand rubbed at them angrily to clear her eyes, but it was fighting a constant stream. The Queen wrote a dismal ending to the chapter, the heroine twenty steps back to the beginning, one disaster all she needed to be reset to a place of misery and woe.

Vine stopped when the tip of her quill snapped. The paper looked like it had been through the wringer, many holes where aggressive i's were dotted or tears in rushed cursive. The handwriting was messier, more demented, as if being written in one's death throes.

And Vine couldn't stand it.

An angry shriek escaped her mouth as she swept the desk clear, papers, ink and all. The ink bottle crashed open, leaking onto the floor and staining the white sheets black. The pen was thrown to the ground, it's feather shaft broken and its feathers twisted.

Vine could only bury her face in her arms, and mourn her condition.

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"The games people play with thrones and titles.... worthless. Absolutely worthless."

"Joy is the only thing worth having. Believe me."

"I have only one of these two things and all the misery that comes with it."

[queen-of-prophecy]

"Could I interest you in some imp soup? Freshly slaughtered!"

"No thank you. I prefer freshly pulverized anons."

Boulder drop and kills you.

[queen-of-prophecy]

how’s that house that raised you?

[queen-of-prophecy]

There were two reasons I was scared to let people in; the damage they could do, and the damage they could find.

Chris Mc Geown

[queen-of-prophecy]

Vine chuckled lowly. "I'm afraid the apprenticeship is the catch my dear."

Two hands extended themselves out. One exuded a shimmery pink aura, and the other exuded an aura that was clearer, almost glassy.

"You've been fortunate enough to spend most of your life encompassing the magic of royal heritage....the power granted to those given proper titles, and bestowed a sacred sigil." The pink hand presented her own infernal sigil, with her name around the circle and it's mysterious symbols in the center. "This is the inheritance of the Fallen. A piece of the divine if you will. It has far less requirements for excellence, and typical binds its user to a single powerful artifact. Grimoires mostly. You are not the only Goetia to own one after all."

But she dismissed that hand, and held out the one that was clear and glassy. It had a ripple like light under water, sometimes darker, sometimes lighter, and very unusual.

"Witchcraft, on the other hand, comes from both infernal and earth magic....and is by all means an extraction of the original creation magic of God and the collective wisdom of years of study. There are so many branches of witchcraft to follow, and they have spread throughout the centuries like a great willow tree. It is....imprecise, at times, but once you hone your intuition and experience, it will fall to your fingertips."

And then she dismissed it.

"But make no mistake Stolas. Witchcraft is all toil. Even with the superior benefits I'm providing, you will spend tireless nights poring over every aspect of your power, and be reduced to repeated failures before you get it right. Mortals cannot handle the strain that witchcraft puts on them. It takes an immortal soul and an immortal body to handle such strenuous labors."

Her eyes however, were twinkling. "Thankfully, you will be at an advantage over your fellow peers in Witchholm. You have a sense for magic already, even if it's not quite the same field, and you've spent a great deal studying and practicing aspects that aid in witchcraft. The wisdom is far more substantial in you than when most of my girls get started, thus you will be expected to hit the ground running."

Vine however, was aware Stolas's potential was ready to exceed his princely power. Witchcraft was a gift none could take from him once he had it, and even if Satan revoked him of his status for the next five thousand years, he'd have all the time and resources he needed to outstrip his original strength.

"Should you accept of course. I have the amenities waiting for you-" She looked around. "-but you do have those dear connections to your darling lover that might keep you."

『 𝓥𝓘𝓝𝓔 && 𝓢𝓣𝓞𝓛𝓐𝓢 ┊ ꜱᴀɴᴄᴛᴜᴀʀʏ 』

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Stolas knew that the relationship between Paimon's sister Queen Vine and Paimon were terse but he had never been told why. It wasn't exactly like he was close to Paimon, Stolas could barely bring himself to call Paimon his father the gulf between them was that cavernous, worsening as he aged. Whenever he saw Queen Vine at parties, she always seemed so mysterious. For fear of disappointing his father, Stolas never approached her and she had not approached him. Throughout his life, he had felt a distance between them. She had removed herself from Goetia society and therefore there had been barely any chance for communication between the two of them. He knew where she lived but if he visited her, it would likely get back to Paimon, so he let the biological connection wither. He was no longer restrained by Paimon. Or Goetia society at large but he did need someone in his corner, whilst he appreciated all the hard work Blitz was putting into caring for him, he knew it was unsustainable to rely so heavily on him. Beside, only someone with access to Goetia society, albeit fraught with politics, could help him with the situation between he, Stella, Andrealphus, and Octavia. The letter he was writing must be sent, he was sure of it.

Your Majesty, Whilst we have never spoken, I am in need of your help. It is perhaps presumptuous to think that a biological connection should bond us but in the case you feel some form of attachment to me, I have decided to initiate contact between us. I can only ask that you be gracious enough to accept my offer to open communication. I am sure you are well aware of the events leading up to my banishment. As you exist independently from Goetic society, I feel that you may be the only Goetia that could understand my need to escape. Perhaps we could meet? I am currently sleeping on a sofa eating street rats amongst other things. I wear mostly stolen things. I'm not asking for money, merely outlining how dire my situation is and how much I would appreciate any form of support. I hope to hear from you soon, Stolas.

The nerves Stolas felt when sending the letter were overwhelming but he simply tried to think to himself, if you didn't ask you didn't get and the worst that could happen was for her to ignore his existence. He used to that from most Goetia, he could handle it.

[queen-of-prophecy]

That was the benefit of immortals. Much of the conversation needed simply went unsaid.

With Rakesh washed and dressed, the scum of the world swept away, Vine moved wordlessly to the bed. Parting open the curtains, laying back, before open her arms to welcome Rakesh in. Something for him to rest against, a heartbeat to settle his own thoughts, a warm breast to soothe his dreams. Vine often liked to be weighed down by him, but with how much was sitting on his shoulders, it was more she need to relieve the weight.

Letting him sink into her arms, hands turning down the lights. Lulling him to sleep.

Just sleep. She urged, fingers combing through the fur. And when you wake up, you can pretend it was just a bad dream.

Feral

(Roleplay thread for @queen-of-prophecy)

———

Sarin paced the halls of the palace, his sapphire blue eyes glinting with worry behind his eyeglasses. His tail flicked anxiously, ears twitching at every distant sound. It had been nearly a full day since Maharaja Rakesh had left for Earth.

Normally, such visits lasted only a few hours. The Maharaja often spoke about missing India’s lush forests, golden sunsets, and the scent of jasmine in the air. But he always returned before too long. Now, too much time had passed, and there was still no sign of him.

Sarin took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Something wasn’t right.

Determined, he made his way to his master’s chambers. He didn’t have the magic to open a portal to Earth, but he knew someone who did.

He searched through the Maharaja’s belongings, his sharp eyes scanning the silks, carvings, and golden relics that filled the room. At last, he found what he was looking for: an oval hand mirror with an emerald and ebony frame, resting on a velvet cushion.

Picking it up carefully, he steadied himself and then spoke the magic words:

"O Queen of Vines, so fierce, so wise,

Through emerald glass, hear my cries.

From shadowed realms to golden land,

Lend your gaze, extend your hand."

The mirror glowed with a soft green light, its surface shifting and blurring. Sarin watched, his heart pounding, hoping she would answer in time.

[queen-of-prophecy]

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"Vine is lovely as she is nasty and she has the best gossip~"

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

@queen-of-prophecy

[queen-of-prophecy]

Like the slow descent of a collapsing castle, Rakesh sank into Vine's lap, his head heavy and her fingers easing out the pain with her fingers, each stroke gently pulling out the threads of agony. His breaths came heavy, and his bulk weighed almost oppressively, but she maintained her focus, only petting and stroking him. Meant to soothe, not to frighten.

And as his shape shrunk and reduced into his more manageable self, she saw the grief of seeing human cruelty stuck with him. No matter what the Maharaja did, nothing could undo human nature.

"....yes. Let's go home."

______

The bath was ready, though Vine waved off all attendants as she supported Rakesh on her arm and shoulder. Ignoring questions and demands for an explanation, she swept him into the bath, undressing him and putting him in the water to soak. To wash off the blood and grime of the jungle floor, to become a little more himself again.

Vine did not bathe alongside him, only sitting on a stool by the baths as her hands scrubbed at him. Not minding the menial task if it meant preserving his dignity.

And remaining silent. He didn't need to know that it would happen again. He didn't need to know the future fate of so many species doomed to extinction because of human selfishness. Right now, it would be better that he didn't think of anything.

Feral

(Roleplay thread for @queen-of-prophecy)

———

Sarin paced the halls of the palace, his sapphire blue eyes glinting with worry behind his eyeglasses. His tail flicked anxiously, ears twitching at every distant sound. It had been nearly a full day since Maharaja Rakesh had left for Earth.

Normally, such visits lasted only a few hours. The Maharaja often spoke about missing India’s lush forests, golden sunsets, and the scent of jasmine in the air. But he always returned before too long. Now, too much time had passed, and there was still no sign of him.

Sarin took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Something wasn’t right.

Determined, he made his way to his master’s chambers. He didn’t have the magic to open a portal to Earth, but he knew someone who did.

He searched through the Maharaja’s belongings, his sharp eyes scanning the silks, carvings, and golden relics that filled the room. At last, he found what he was looking for: an oval hand mirror with an emerald and ebony frame, resting on a velvet cushion.

Picking it up carefully, he steadied himself and then spoke the magic words:

"O Queen of Vines, so fierce, so wise,

Through emerald glass, hear my cries.

From shadowed realms to golden land,

Lend your gaze, extend your hand."

The mirror glowed with a soft green light, its surface shifting and blurring. Sarin watched, his heart pounding, hoping she would answer in time.

[queen-of-prophecy]

Kneeling before a massive tiger would be terrifying to most. But Vine had lived a terrifying life as it was. This was nothing.

Rakesh had caught her scent and come forward. Recognizing her, but still lost to his feral state. Vine remained cool and unfazed. Yes. You should be angry. She thought. With what we've been through, we have enough rage to burn the entire world.

But instead, a careful hand came. Bringing itself to his muzzle to smell, before running soft and smoothly over his head.

Do you remember this? We laid like this together, in the garden. She urged in silence. Her hands were no longer connected to her wrists as they were, and they had both become monstrous. Just like this. You laid your head upon me, and in those moments we were always safe.

Feral

(Roleplay thread for @queen-of-prophecy)

———

Sarin paced the halls of the palace, his sapphire blue eyes glinting with worry behind his eyeglasses. His tail flicked anxiously, ears twitching at every distant sound. It had been nearly a full day since Maharaja Rakesh had left for Earth.

Normally, such visits lasted only a few hours. The Maharaja often spoke about missing India’s lush forests, golden sunsets, and the scent of jasmine in the air. But he always returned before too long. Now, too much time had passed, and there was still no sign of him.

Sarin took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Something wasn’t right.

Determined, he made his way to his master’s chambers. He didn’t have the magic to open a portal to Earth, but he knew someone who did.

He searched through the Maharaja’s belongings, his sharp eyes scanning the silks, carvings, and golden relics that filled the room. At last, he found what he was looking for: an oval hand mirror with an emerald and ebony frame, resting on a velvet cushion.

Picking it up carefully, he steadied himself and then spoke the magic words:

"O Queen of Vines, so fierce, so wise,

Through emerald glass, hear my cries.

From shadowed realms to golden land,

Lend your gaze, extend your hand."

The mirror glowed with a soft green light, its surface shifting and blurring. Sarin watched, his heart pounding, hoping she would answer in time.

[queen-of-prophecy]

She'd gotten his attention. He could be patient, but she needed him to recognize her. Something to pull him into the comfort of the shadows, someplace he could hide.

A gentle breeze was all that was needed....carrying her rich perfume under his nose.

Rakesh had lived his life for the animals. Even when he was only a caretaker in the garden, belittled for his minor role, he had taken it seriously. Seriously enough that it had translated over to his demonic form. Proud birds fell in fits of feathers, but Rakesh was more beastly than the rest.

Yet somewhere under there, laid a wounded Prince. Anger was not just a point of fury. It was a point of dire pain as well.

Come to me. She urged. Come to me.

Feral

(Roleplay thread for @queen-of-prophecy)

———

Sarin paced the halls of the palace, his sapphire blue eyes glinting with worry behind his eyeglasses. His tail flicked anxiously, ears twitching at every distant sound. It had been nearly a full day since Maharaja Rakesh had left for Earth.

Normally, such visits lasted only a few hours. The Maharaja often spoke about missing India’s lush forests, golden sunsets, and the scent of jasmine in the air. But he always returned before too long. Now, too much time had passed, and there was still no sign of him.

Sarin took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Something wasn’t right.

Determined, he made his way to his master’s chambers. He didn’t have the magic to open a portal to Earth, but he knew someone who did.

He searched through the Maharaja’s belongings, his sharp eyes scanning the silks, carvings, and golden relics that filled the room. At last, he found what he was looking for: an oval hand mirror with an emerald and ebony frame, resting on a velvet cushion.

Picking it up carefully, he steadied himself and then spoke the magic words:

"O Queen of Vines, so fierce, so wise,

Through emerald glass, hear my cries.

From shadowed realms to golden land,

Lend your gaze, extend your hand."

The mirror glowed with a soft green light, its surface shifting and blurring. Sarin watched, his heart pounding, hoping she would answer in time.

[queen-of-prophecy]

Vine saw him. The primeval form.

Larger than any tiger living, with eyes darker than any simple beast was capable of having. Rakesh's form was capable of of deceiving others into thinkinng he was just a stupid animal, but there laid an instinctive cruelty and cunning in that shape that had swallowed generations of warriors under its jaws.

Vine knelt down in the trees, slightly obscured. Rakesh would not pounce right away if she made a noise. He would listen, smell, investigate.

Ad if he did attack, the repurcussions would be minor in comparison. She had been maimed before....nothing his fangs and claws could do that could outmatch the agony of centuries before.

A hand lifted a small branch, and broke it with a decisive, methodical "snap".

Feral

(Roleplay thread for @queen-of-prophecy)

———

Sarin paced the halls of the palace, his sapphire blue eyes glinting with worry behind his eyeglasses. His tail flicked anxiously, ears twitching at every distant sound. It had been nearly a full day since Maharaja Rakesh had left for Earth.

Normally, such visits lasted only a few hours. The Maharaja often spoke about missing India’s lush forests, golden sunsets, and the scent of jasmine in the air. But he always returned before too long. Now, too much time had passed, and there was still no sign of him.

Sarin took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Something wasn’t right.

Determined, he made his way to his master’s chambers. He didn’t have the magic to open a portal to Earth, but he knew someone who did.

He searched through the Maharaja’s belongings, his sharp eyes scanning the silks, carvings, and golden relics that filled the room. At last, he found what he was looking for: an oval hand mirror with an emerald and ebony frame, resting on a velvet cushion.

Picking it up carefully, he steadied himself and then spoke the magic words:

"O Queen of Vines, so fierce, so wise,

Through emerald glass, hear my cries.

From shadowed realms to golden land,

Lend your gaze, extend your hand."

The mirror glowed with a soft green light, its surface shifting and blurring. Sarin watched, his heart pounding, hoping she would answer in time.

[queen-of-prophecy]

".....hmmm."

"I don't recall naming you specifically my dear-♡"

"Don't tell me there's something extra cute between your legs.♡♡♡"

"I might just have to.....investigate. ♡♡♡♡♡"

"For Sinday, I would just like to remind everyone that some men out there, near and dear to our hearts, have adorable fuzzy balls."

"And I think you should all take the time to double check your man has fuzzy balls because they're simply too cute and you ought to be playing with them right now!"

[queen-of-prophecy]

Vine's expression turned from amused to disappointed. A touch puzzled. Sarin was clearly distressed at his long absence, but it wasn't unusual for Rakesh to sometimes take his time in the jungles of India.

Thus she closed her eyes, letting her third eye gaze into the present.

".....!!!"

".....I know where he is."

But this was not for Sarin to see. He was a young demon yet, and Rakesh likely would not want him to know this side of himself. "Remain here. I'll bring him back myself." Vine said. Her tone had gone very solemn, and she opened a portal. "Have a bath prepared for our return. It will take just a while."

She stepped into India's lush jungles, and to a scene of unhinged carnage.

It was difficult to tell which body parts belong to whom. At some point the clothes left strewn and bloodied were a pure white color, but only their hats remained unscathed, though the heads were in such a state of gore they could not be distinguished from one another. White men all dead, and likely from a state none would wish to die in. A camera was set up for a photograph....but Vine waved her hand and the camera was engulfed in flame, beginning to melt. Evidence would not be helpful here.

Vine looked around and saw the reason why. A family of tigers....two parents and three small cubs, lay dead.

"They set up their camp early this morning. Wanted a souvenir for their trip back to England." Vine rumbled with unease. "The little ones were going to be stuffed as toys for their children." And rugs from the adults, no doubt.

Rakesh was close by. Such a scene would have elevated his dark instincts, and he was not far gone. Thus Vine stepped into a jungle on a determined path.

Set to soothe the savaged beast.

Feral

(Roleplay thread for @queen-of-prophecy)

———

Sarin paced the halls of the palace, his sapphire blue eyes glinting with worry behind his eyeglasses. His tail flicked anxiously, ears twitching at every distant sound. It had been nearly a full day since Maharaja Rakesh had left for Earth.

Normally, such visits lasted only a few hours. The Maharaja often spoke about missing India’s lush forests, golden sunsets, and the scent of jasmine in the air. But he always returned before too long. Now, too much time had passed, and there was still no sign of him.

Sarin took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Something wasn’t right.

Determined, he made his way to his master’s chambers. He didn’t have the magic to open a portal to Earth, but he knew someone who did.

He searched through the Maharaja’s belongings, his sharp eyes scanning the silks, carvings, and golden relics that filled the room. At last, he found what he was looking for: an oval hand mirror with an emerald and ebony frame, resting on a velvet cushion.

Picking it up carefully, he steadied himself and then spoke the magic words:

"O Queen of Vines, so fierce, so wise,

Through emerald glass, hear my cries.

From shadowed realms to golden land,

Lend your gaze, extend your hand."

The mirror glowed with a soft green light, its surface shifting and blurring. Sarin watched, his heart pounding, hoping she would answer in time.

[queen-of-prophecy]

"For Sinday, I would just like to remind everyone that some men out there, near and dear to our hearts, have adorable fuzzy balls."

"And I think you should all take the time to double check your man has fuzzy balls because they're simply too cute and you ought to be playing with them right now!"