#🌒 astaroth | faithful as a gun

[singthesongsofsin]

@themosthatedbeingg, as stated! Below the cut are some of the passages describing Hell from book 1 of Paradise Lost by John Milton. Text taken from the John Milton Reading Room.

TLDR: Hell is dark, and somehow on fire, smells like sulphur, and there's nothing there as it was untouched by God! When the demons arise, they create things, but it's nothing original, so much as an inverted form of what was lost to them in Heaven.

With hideous ruine and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire, Who durst defie th' Omnipotent to Arms. Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night To mortal men, he with his horrid crew Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe Confounded though immortal: But his doom Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought Both of lost happiness and lasting pain Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate: At once as far as Angels kenn he views The dismal Situation waste and wilde, A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd onely to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed With ever-burning Sulphur unconsum'd: Such place Eternal Justice had prepar'd For those rebellious, here thir Prison ordain'd In utter darkness, and thir portion set As far remov'd from God and light of Heav'n As from the Center thrice to th' utmost Pole. O how unlike the place from whence they fell! There the companions of his fall, o'rewhelm'd With Floods and Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire, He soon discerns, and weltring by his side One next himself in power, and next in crime, Long after known in Palestine, and nam'd Beelzebub. To whom th' Arch-Enemy, And thence in Heav'n call'd Satan, with bold words Breaking the horrid silence thus began.

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Back to the Gates of Heav'n: The Sulphurous Hail Shot after us in storm, oreblown hath laid The fiery Surge, that from the Precipice Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling, and the Thunder, Wing'd with red Lightning and impetuous rage, Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless Deep. Let us not slip th' occasion, whether scorn, Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe. Seest thou yon dreary Plain, forlorn and wilde, The seat of desolation, voyd of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves, There rest, if any rest can harbour there, And reassembling our afflicted Powers, Consult how we may henceforth most offend Our Enemy, our own loss how repair, How overcome this dire Calamity, What reinforcement we may gain from Hope, If not what resolution from despare.

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Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime, Said then the lost Arch-Angel, this the seat That we must change for Heav'n, this mournful gloom For that celestial light? Be it so, since he Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid What shall be right: fardest from him is best Whom reason hath equald, force hath made supream Above his equals. Farewel happy Fields Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time. The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less then he Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n. But wherefore let we then our faithful friends, Th' associates and copartners of our loss Lye thus astonisht on th' oblivious Pool, And call them not to share with us their part In this unhappy Mansion, or once more With rallied Arms to try what may be yet Regaind in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell?

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At which the universal Host upsent A shout that tore Hells Concave, and beyond Frighted the Reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand Banners rise into the Air With Orient Colours waving: with them rose A Forest huge of Spears: and thronging Helms Appear'd, and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable: Anon they move In perfect Phalanx to the Dorian mood Of Flutes and soft Recorders; such as rais'd To hight of noblest temper Hero's old Arming to Battel, and in stead of rage Deliberate valour breath'd, firm and unmov'd With dread of death to flight or foul retreat, Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage With solemn touches, troubl'd thoughts, and chase Anguish and doubt and fear and sorrow and pain From mortal or immortal minds. Thus they Breathing united force with fixed thought Mov'd on in silence to soft Pipes that charm'd Thir painful steps o're the burnt soyle; and now Advanc't in view, they stand, a horrid Front Of dreadful length and dazling Arms, in guise Of Warriers old with order'd Spear and Shield, Awaiting what command thir mighty Chief Had to impose: He through the armed Files Darts his experienc't eye, and soon traverse The whole Battalion views, thir order due, Thir visages and stature as of Gods, Thir number last he summs. And now his heart Distends with pride, and hardning in his strength Glories: For never since created man, Met such imbodied force, as nam'd with these Could merit more then that small infantry

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Less then Arch Angel ruind, and th' excess Of Glory obscur'd: As when the Sun new ris'n Looks through the Horizontal misty Air  Shorn of his Beams, or from behind the Moon In dim Eclips disastrous twilight sheds On half the Nations, and with fear of change Perplexes Monarchs. Dark'n'd so, yet shon Above them all th' Arch Angel: but his face Deep scars of Thunder had intrencht, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under Browes Of dauntless courage, and considerate Pride Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold  The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss) condemn'd For ever now to have thir lot in pain, Millions of Spirits for his fault amerc't Of Heav'n, and from Eternal Splendors flung For his revolt, yet faithfull how they stood, Thir Glory witherd. As when Heavens Fire Hath scath'd the Forrest Oaks, or Mountain Pines, With singed top thir stately growth though bare Stands on the blasted Heath. He now prepar'd To speak; whereat thir doubl'd Ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his Peers: attention held them mute. Thrice he assayd, and thrice in spight of scorn, Tears such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last Words interwove with sighs found out thir way.

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There stood a Hill not far whose griesly top Belch'd fire and rowling smoak; the rest entire Shon with a glossie scurff, undoubted sign That in his womb was hid metallic Ore, The work of Sulphur. Thither wing'd with speed A numerous Brigad hasten'd. 

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And Strength and Art are easily out-done By Spirits reprobate, and in an hour What in an age they with incessant toyle And hands innumerable scarce perform. Nigh on the Plain in many cells prepar'd, That underneath had veins of liquid fire Sluc'd from the Lake, a second multitude With wondrous Art found out the massie Ore, Severing each kind, and scum'd the Bullion dross: A third as soon had form'd within the ground A various mould, and from the boyling cells By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook, As in an Organ from one blast of wind To many a row of Pipes the sound-board breaths. Anon out of the earth a Fabrick huge Rose like an Exhalation, with the sound Of Dulcet Symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a Temple, where Pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With Golden Architrave; nor did there want Cornice or Freeze, with bossy Sculptures grav'n, The Roof was fretted Gold. Not Babilon, Nor great Alcairo such magnificence Equal'd in all thir glories, to inshrine Belus or Serapis thir Gods, or seat Thir Kings, when Ægypt with Assyria strove In wealth and luxurie. Th' ascending pile Stood fixt her stately highth, and strait the dores Op'ning thir brazen foulds discover wide Within, her ample spaces, o're the smooth And level pavement: from the arched roof Pendant by suttle Magic many a row Of Starry Lamps and blazing Cressets fed With Naphtha and Asphaltus yeilded light As from a sky. The hasty multitude  Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise And some the Architect: his hand was known In Heav'n by many a Towred structure high, Where Scepter'd Angels held thir residence, And sat as Princes, whom the supreme King  Exalted to such power, and gave to rule, Each in his Hierarchie, the Orders bright. Nor was his name unheard or unador'd

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A solemn Councel forthwith to be held At Pandæmonium, the high Capital Of Satan and his Peers: thir summons call'd From every Band and squared Regiment By place or choice the worthiest; they anon With hunderds and with thousands trooping came Attended: all access was throng'd, the Gates And Porches wide, but chief the spacious Hall (Though like a cover'd field, where Champions bold Wont ride in arm'd, and at the Soldans chair Defi'd the best of Paynim chivalry  To mortal combat or carreer with Lance) Thick swarm'd, both on the ground and in the air, Brusht with the hiss of russling wings. As Bees In spring time, when the Sun with Taurus rides, Pour forth thir populous youth about the Hive In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers Flie to and fro, or on the smoothed Plank, The suburb of thir Straw-built Cittadel, New rub'd with Baum, expatiate and confer Thir State affairs. So thick the aerie crowd Swarm'd and were straitn'd; till the Signal giv'n. Behold a wonder! they but now who seemd In bigness to surpass Earths Giant Sons Now less then smallest Dwarfs, in narrow room Throng numberless, like that Pigmean Race Beyond the Indian Mount, or Faerie Elves, Whose midnight Revels, by a Forrest side Or Fountain some belated Peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while over-head the Moon Sits Arbitress, and neerer to the Earth Wheels her pale course, they on thir mirth and dance Intent, with jocond Music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds. Thus incorporeal Spirits to smallest forms Reduc'd thir shapes immense, and were at large, Though without number still amidst the Hall Of that infernal Court. But far within And in thir own dimensions like themselves The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim In close recess and secret conclave sat A thousand Demy-Gods on golden seats, Frequent and full. After short silence then And summons read, the great consult began.

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She laughs and shrugs. "Can't say much. I've stayed out of Lust more or less since the fall." She and Asmodeus collided in a flurry of desperate attempts to recapture the familiar or to at least control something when it was all changing around them. It hadn't worked. But nor had Satan and Mephistopheles, which was why he was technically on Bee's payroll, and she was Sloth's main delegate. "You'll find every vice you can imagine down here, and some you didn't. It says something when the demons aren't half the freaks some of the sinners are."

She tilts her head in acquiesce. "I never have quite figured what the fuss is with a lot of it-- buying wine's a gambit in Italy anyway; one place prays over all of theirs, and I want a nice buzz not burning."

She blinks, not quite certain if she should take that as a compliment or not. "Terrifying all who see you as you do..." She pauses, twisting to lean over her legs curled under her. "On one hand, most of the people I get would be coming here already, but a lot would be going to you otherwise, and shouldn't that be what you want? I was expecting revilement for what I do not a commendation."

"Well, if the king of Lust is any indication, I would say I know far more then I would like to." He snorts, rolling his eyes.

"I don't wish to be wined and dined. I do not travel to Earth and I only come to Hell to make sure these disgusting creatures remain here. You do, do me a favor though. The more you do on Earth, the less I have to allow pass the gates so, I will give you that."

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✏️ - From @umbravotum

@umbravotum | incorrect quotes (you didn’t specify a muse, so I just tossed all of them in to see what comes out!)

Dia, after watching Vassago get shot by someone: You’re dead. You are very dead. When you are a corpse I will hack away at your flesh and eat you raw. Vassago: Dia, I’m not dead yet. Dia: Let me have my moment of rage to avenge you. Vassago: I’d prefer it if you didn’t let me die.

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Vassago: Do you even have a plan? Jayden: This is the plan! I break you out, chaos, destruction, something something something, we win! Vassago: Oh, of course, the old “something something something we win”. That’s a terrible plan!

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Tara drunkenly wanders around the house and Jayden is drunkenly giggling Vassago, completely sober: sighs Well, looks like it's just me and you against the wold, Hellaina. Hellaina, going to their room: Nope, just you. shuts door

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Vassago: Are oranges named orange because oranges are orange or is orange called orange because oranges are orange? Vox: Which came first, the orange or the orange? Adelard: Orange was first used to refer the fruit 1280 years ago but was not used as a color until 1000 years ago. Hellaina: What was the color called before then? Jayden: There was no color, duh! Everything was black and white!

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Vassago: I have a question. Hellaina: Shoot. Vassago: Is the S or C in scent silent? Vox: Fuck you, I’m going to be thinking about this all day. Hellaina: Okay well, cent is pronounced the same way as scent so I’m gonna say the S is silent. Vassago: Okay, but sent is also spelled the same way. Vox: Google says that the C was added in the late seventeenth century, so I guess the S is silent. Jayden: Plot twist, both the S and the C are silent and the E actually makes the sss sound. Vox: Jayden is not allowed to talk anymore.

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Tara: Everyone synchronise your watches. Adelard: I don't know how to do that. Belphegor: I don't wear a watch. Vassago: Time is a construct.

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Svetlana: Vassago, I am nothing if not a woman of principle. Svetlana: Now let’s break into this apartment.

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Vassago: The fastest way to a Adelard’s heart is through ch- Dia: Chest cavity. Vassago: Vassago: Cheese.

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Belphegor: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant. Vassago, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you. Tara, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please. Vassago: Coming right up.

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Hellaina, to Vassago: When was the last time you let someone hug you? Vassago: thinking Vassago: 2012. Dia: 2012…? Vassago: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked Adelard out so I let them hug me.

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🌒🌒 | @holyfurnace | Taylor and Astaroth

The problem with making plans with Mephistopheles was always the same, and came from being at the whims of man and Hell. On more than a few occasions, their drinks got interrupted halfway through by a summons-- either from down below or, quite literally, having magic drag them away. Without fail, they would stand, knock back the remains of their drink, and try again... whenever it was an option.

This had been just one more case of that: an ornate letter appeared in front of her rather than a cheque; a problem with the Ars Goetia, they were all so old fashioned, he could have just sent her a text. The letter is clear enough, he wants her to do the dirty work that comes from being on earth, old deal, et cetera, et cetera.

She sighs, and nods apologetically at Mephistopheles. "Work calls," she says, and salutes mockingly. She downs the rest of her drink, and then, with nothing more than a soot smudge left on the floor, vanished.

The road is empty, and it takes her a moment to orient where she is, aside from not Brisbane anymore. And ah, right there, on time, a figure in running down the road. She grins, and holds up a hand, as if waving to get his attention across a crowded room "Hi," she says. "I'm really sorry, but I'm afraid I'm the person you're running out to meet." They never could outrun it, and they always did try. Samarra was at the end for everyone.

She checks her phone again, and hums. "But I got pulled away from a date, and am not being paid overtime, least of all by Paimon who seems to have no respect for anyone, and certainly not me, but I digress." She shifts her weight, and considers the offer. The poor kid was already going to die, the least she could do is salvage the evening. "Do you gelato? Because I do, so here's the deal: I can bring you down to Hell, or we can go to Italy for an hour and get it. Your choice."

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MULTIMUSE QUESTIONAIRE

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RULES: Answer the questions with the Muses that would best fit the answers. Bonus if you give details why. If tagged, copy and paste into a new post – DO NOT REBLOG!

1) Rank your softest Muse and your toughest Muse. (Personality-wise)

Jayden is the softest by far. He's here for a good time. He's not scary. He's here because he was an idiot. He's a cupcake.

The toughest... is either Hellaina or Tara I think. They're both pretty stable, take no shit muses. Hellaina is Vox's second, and Tara is many things, one of which is a Fallen Angel and a mercenary.

2) Which Muse would blow through $1000 quickly?

Vox or Metatron for two entirely opposite reasons: Metatron only mildly understands money, and just Would Not Get it. Vox has enough money that he just doesn't care. He'll make it back in a day or two.

3) Do any of them have nicknames? Is there a meaning behind them?

Yes! A few of them do! Depending on how much of a nickname one considers Vox, he counts, which was the pretentious gay's use of latin coming in clutch for his name in Hell because he couldn't be Vincent.

Dia's name is already a nickname from life.

Tara's has a few motivations behind it. On one hand, it's more subtle when on Earth, but it's also more casual than Astaroth-- Astaroth is the name of the Fallen Angel, and delegate to Earth and the other Rings. She is a greater demon. Tara is Belphegor's best friend, she's the one who's eating gelato in Italy because she spends so much time in Italy.

Svetlana uses Lana a lot of the time, because it's more recognizable to non-Russian people, but she has a whole list of diminutives with specific usage meanings behind them.

4) Are any of them up-to-speed on the latest trends? Anyone more old school?

I know we all expect Vox to be the most up to date, but he's not. He owns the trends, and he runs them, but the person who spends the most time online, keeping up with them is Jayden. Hellaina also knows as a result of her job.

Adelard barely understands the modern era. He's not up to date on the trends, he doesn't have a cellphone. He thinks radio is too complicated some days. Metatron also has no idea.

5) Who has the best relationship with their siblings?

...Belphegor? The bar isn't super high. Most of them are only children, and while Hellaina has a sister that relationship is... not good. And at least some of Belphegor's are also down in Hell as the other Sins. He has their numbers. It's... well it is. He misses them despite them all, in theory, being there.

6) Karaoke night! Who is likely to grab the mic first and bust out a tune?

Jayden. Jayden is lord of the pop sensation. Dia also is likely to! She'll drag people into musical theatre duets.

7) Who is least likely to enter a beauty pageant/model?

Hellaina wouldn't, Dia... I can see her doing it, but it would be more for fun, some sort of fashion show Cannibal Town is putting on. Vox would be dragged into it through like... Velvette and Valentino, it's a press thing, he would not do it of his own volition. Adelard, Belphegor, Svetlana, and Astaroth wouldn't. And honestly I think Jayden would.

8) If your Muses visited a haunted house where actors scare you, who would panic and who would be unfazed? 

Hellaina wouldn't be phased. Dia is having a great time, she's not scared at all, but she's having fun! Svetlana... honestly, I think, might be spooked, but depending on what it is, but has a decent poker face. Tara is unafraid, Belphegor is more likely to be. Metatron would have the like... funny moth-eye effect in which he is shocked but not scared. Honestly I can't decide if Adelard is scared of them, or if he's just been down in Hell for so long nothing even registers anymore, it's just another Tuesday. Vox isn't scared. Jayden is livestreaming the whole thing, he's going in unafraid of anything! And at the second scare immediately spooks and drops his phone.

9) Are any of your Muses particular about taking certain modes of transportation?

Vox has been Hell's foremost advocate for a subway system for literal decades. He cannot drive, so mostly he is driven or walks. He's sort of the one with an interesting answer.

Metatron can fly but doesn't usually.

10) Share a little-known fact about any Muse.

Of the sinner muses, Adelard has the highest body count. He has killed far and away the most people, and considers it wholly justified.

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Can you fight god?

Dia oneshots god.

"Ooh! ...What do you think happens if I eat God?"

Hellaina totally has the composition to fight god.

"I would hope so, I'd expect no less-- certainly no less than Vox."

Jayden has killed god and you're next.

Queue the wails of "It was a mistake! An accident!" (This was almost certainly the result of a Tiktok recipe gone so terribly wrong).

Metatron can kill god easily.

"I wouldn't quite put it like that. I don't fancy becoming one of those poisoners who kill their husbands in their sleep,"

Tara has a five episode fight with god. Astaroth is god.

"...Does this mean after my five episode fight I just become God? Hey Lucifer-- you've got a new Dad."

Belphegor can kill god easily.

Like father, like son.

Tagging @themosthatedbeingg, @halcyonterror, @holyfurnace, @shadowofthehost Tagged by @e-m-p-error

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@themosthatedbeingg | Tara starter

it wasn't often Belphegor called her back from Earth-- usually for important inter-ring events he couldn't attend for some reason or another. But Mephistopheles was busy on contract, some twenty-something edge lord who thought selling his soul would give him all the power he could wish for, and that he wouldn't be creative enough to utilize.

He hadn't told her exactly what he needed her to do, aside from telling her it was something with Lucifer, so here she was on Pride in regalia, her slightly more demonic traits on display. She waves to the Clydes who float past, and leans against the doorframe into Lucifer's meeting room.

"Lucifer," she greets, with a curt bow, because while she might not like the ponce of the courts all that much, there are still expectations that must be observed. "It's been a while, how are you? How's your daughter?"

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✏️ Astaroth & Ozzy

Ozzy: Didn't you die?! Tara: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

Tara: Hey, Ozzy, what do you think it would be like if we had kids? Ozzy: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly. Tara: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it? Ozzy: Can't really say I have. Tara: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes. Ozzy: Sorry, Tara. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

Tara: Ozzy, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Ozzy, naked in Tara's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Tara, already taking off their clothes: Fuck… Me neither.

Ozzy: What’s your body count? Tara: Do you mean sex or murder?

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🌒🌒| Me: Yeah it’s pure accident the people Tara has been most attracted to are men-

Carmilla: -exists-

And suddenly I have a potential new ship dynamic for Tara! Trust her to like the pretty woman who deals weapons. They would be a terrifyingly competent couple.

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Tara | In Battle, Your Muse...

bold what applies - italicise sometimes. repost, don’t reblog.

fights honorably / fights dirty

prefers close-quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging / fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand-to-hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill-set / learning their skill-set

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

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🌒🌒 | Tara’s relationships tend to be casual. Her best friend is a narcoleptic unionist who’s half a step off quitting, her friends with benefit’s idea of stress relief is finding her for a night of drinks or a fight. Her ex is lord of lust.

Beyond Belphegor and Mephistopheles, the people she interacts the most are mortals she’s temping to making deals with. They want an assassin or a mercenary for hire that can’t be tracked? Alright. They want to sleep with her? Well their soul seems too high a price to pay, but she’s not going to complain. They want money, power, and a brand new car? Well people never change.

Sex is a game, or a fight, or a curiosity, but it’s not… serious. It’s on the same level that anything else is. Lust is part of the job, it’s monetizable. She didn’t love Asmodeus, and she doesn’t love Mephistopheles, and she especially doesn’t care about the random mortals so that has no part to play in it for her.

Sin is a part of the job, this is just something she gets more out of than playing the demon behind the magicians curtain.

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🌒🌒 wishlist | Apparently it’s time for Astaroth thoughts: a thread with her and a human who’s summoned a demon, or maybe someone she found and tempted away from the way of the Good Lord. What’s the dynamic like between someone aware their time is limited and the person they should their soul to? Is she around all the time or only when needed?

In the end, are they treated with a soft kindness or dragged?

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🌒🌒 | Benefits of having NPCs for a character: they have a well rounded cast of people they know and upon whom I can draw for dynamics, and experiences, memories, etc.

Consequences of having NPCs for a character: Now that I want to do up one for Mephistopheles, I need to actually find a fc… or several (he’s a fallen Angel, he’s allowed to shapeshifter) for him. So if anyone has someone you think could be fun, or interesting hc fell free to toss them my way. He’s Tara’s FWB, and yes, the one from Faust. He’s vibing on Earth most of the time.

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An example of the sort of outfit Tara wears most days! Her earrings tend a bit dangly, her hair stays tied back. The boots are a pretty continuous thing, but her whole aesthetic tends a bit punk, a bit goth.

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Makers in order: top left, top right, bottom left, bottom right