#🦇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐊𝐔𝐋. [ 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 ] 🦇

[theundeadgospel]

[ Cont. ]

“ Fuck me for caring about you, am I right? “

With a defensive roll of her eyes, Beth continued to bandage up the wound before reaching into her bag, pulling out a skin pouch of a rather sweet scented lotion. The medicinal herbs were then gently massaging into his wound — large hands surprisingly docile for someone of her stature.

“ This may sting a bit, but all will be well eventually…how are you feeling as of now? Do you need me to fetch you some water? “

@hellmxses

[theundeadgospel]

Tender, he claims. Just tender, nothing to worry about.

“ Shut the fuck up, Gale. That is anything but a flesh wound. “

It was almost insulting to the champion to play off decay as some minor matter in front of her. Necrotic eyes narrow in barely concealed judgement, analyzing the corruption at hand before her gauntleted palm gently presses into his chest.

“ …Are you withering from this curse? It seems necrotic in nature, but I cannot be so sure when I have never seen an ailment like this before. I am advanced in the art of necromancy — by giving and taking. Not so much knowledge wise — you are the bookworm here.

Indulge me, what are your symptoms? Before the bookworm becomes a maggot. “

open rp || gale dekarios "It's - I'm fine, it's nothing to worry about." hand against the orb, breathing slightly ragged, pulsing purple light shining through the thin lines, shimmering from under his skin, further into his body. The edges of his left eye were starting to blacken, the sclera becoming more contaminated by the day. "Just a little... little tender."

[theundeadgospel]

[ Cont. ]

“ …What do you mean for what? I saw your text post. “

Stepping inside, she then began to unload the remedies — a heating pack, slabs of meat, blankets, medication, and at least five different books on pregnancy. She definitely didn’t get the hint that Valentino was pranking people.

“ I did not know moth men could get pregnant — but to be fair, sinner anatomy is beyond me. I could not find any information on moth men pregnancies in books either, however…and when I asked the librarian, she just looked at me strangely. “

@mothvalentino

[theundeadgospel]

CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS! BLEED TILL YOU’VE RUN OUT OF YEARS! WE MUST DO WHAT IT TAKES TO SURVIVE!

GIVE UP YOUR HONOR AND FAITH! LIVE UP YOUR LIFE AS A WRAITH! DIE IN THE BLOOD WHERE YOU BATHE! WE MUST DO WHAT IT TAKES TO SURVIVE!

[theundeadgospel]

[ Cont. ]

…

Squints.

“ I mean. I have no problem reversing roles and pegging you. I am sure I can manage not splitting you in half. “

TOO BOLD, BACK UP.

@mothvalentino

[theundeadgospel]

“ They do not possess the ability to speak nor judge. Flesh-ridden beings harness the tongue as a weapon and use it to initiate wars and petty quarrels, “

Beth nonchalantly replies, raising her hands to perform a series of motions until her palms and digits glow a necrotic green. The carcass of a fallen soldier twitches — then begins to writhe as its skeleton attempts to break free from its meat incarceration, bones protruding through lumps of decayed skin.

“ And they are useful for errands and combat. Once struck hard enough, they temporarily become a pile of bones — then can rise again with no ailment, able to fight again.

A human will die — simply that. They do not get back up. “

@theundeadgospel

"Why do you keep company with the dead? With-- fleshless beings? No blood, no sinew, only bones?"

[theundeadgospel]

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“ I could effortlessly rip your — huh. “

That easy? Now this is too good to be true.

Her painted eyes narrow in skepticism, the gears in her mind turning out of unexpected bewilderment. It was never this easy back in Barovia.

“ Hired for…what exactly? Bodyguard? I never even went through an interview or my proficiencies.

Besides… “

Taking a quick skim of her surroundings, Bethanne let out a slow exhale. Neon lights so potent that they stung her eyes, fluffy hearts, soft colors in lavender and fuchsia…this definitely was a mistake. Someone sent her to the incorrect location.

“ I believe I was sent to a fraud area. This looks more like a tavern for the harlots — and believe me, babochka, no one is going to be interested in handling me. “

@mothvalentino

[theundeadgospel]

What the fuck.

Brows furrow in evident disdain toward the…lavishing outfit he wardrobed himself with. A Santa suit all decked out with holly jolly bits of viscera and stained, fresh blood. The scent of rich iron stung the nosferatu’s flared nostrils, a low sigh leaving her.

Gross.

“ …Nice costume choice, leetle pierrot.

Dare I ask how you celebrate this holiday? “

Probably not the answer she’s seeking.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆. but he was the center of attention thanks to his uniform. the moment that they had approached him, he puts his hands in a heart shape for @theundeadgospel - giving them a warm welcome. he accepts the company of everyone - joyous because of the season. it was close enough to christmas, enough that he was making his appearance as santa.

[theundeadgospel]

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“ You cannot just say nyet to — … “

Noticing the meek expression and dazed eyes, Beth’s perturbation shifted into one of worry. Oh no. Oh no, this wasn’t good at all.

“ Leetle beetle, breathe…hey, look at me, “

Turning to face him, sharp hands came to rest upon heated cheeks, claws pivoted upwards to avoid knicking him,

“ Oh nyet, darling…you are literally worrying yourself sick…how long has it been like this? How long have you been making yourself sick? “

@ghostwiththeemost

[theundeadgospel]

“ Stop fussing, you will just make it worse. “

Who knew giant rats could be so difficult to handle. These species were definitely different from the common ratfolk she knew in Thorncrest — and a lot more untamable and violent too.

Still, somehow, Bethanne came to grow fond of this white furred one in particular. She would often quietly observe while he performed warp magic and go about his daily orders for Vishus, the barbarian harboring little to no knowledge at all on the arcane studies — so this proved to be a whole new world of discovery for her.

Despite her lack of modern medicinal methods, Bethanne did know how to patch one up in a more traditional sense. Applying a soothing balm made of herbs and oils to Skritchitt’s open wound, she then gently bandaged the limb up before dipping her claws into a tin of charcoal,

“ Here, distract your mind off the pain — tell me, what is the strange magic you use? The green lightning? Why are you the only rodent that possesses such a feat? I do not see any other rodent using this type of arcane. “

She then began to draw runes into his fur.

@stories-from-the-warp

[theundeadgospel]

somehow I manage to draw her myself but not finish the fucking bio so I can start writing more again but that’s fine

[theundeadgospel]

Ah, this was to be expected. Gods didn’t necessarily get along with one another — Myrkul unfortunately being one that had an ungodly amount of enemies due to his past choices in his early upbringing.

Being his champion was rewarding for the most part and Bethanne wouldn’t change a thing about that fact — but the zealot would also be bluffing if she claimed it was a walk in the park dealing with nonbelievers. Gods that were nonbelievers, well, that was an entirely different category of god dammit.

“ I would take that up with the Lord of Bones himself, not me. I am simply a messenger on the mortal plane. “

Observing and almost admiring the act of defiance, Beth cocked her head to the side to get a better glimpse of the firecraft. Necrotic eyes then venture back up to Khorne, studying his features more intently now that he got her full attention.

“ Are you the reason behind the war chant I often hear in these desolate lands? ‘Skulls for the skull god’? Who is ‘blood for the blood god’? Unless they both pertain to you?

The men that scream these sayings are lively and boisterous. It almost makes me want to join in on the entertainment. “

" When next you pray to your Lord of Bones, tell him that every skull upon every neck is mine to claim. My trophy to take, for I am the King of Skulls and I will not tolerate lesser, mortal-gods encroaching upon my territory."

The Blood God rumbles his challenge to Myrkul's faithful, irate that something mortal-spawned could be so audacious. It was they, the Chaos Gods, who raised men and women up beyond the weak skin they were born into. By right of unmatched might, it was the Ruinous Powers who warped and shaped that skin as they please!

Khorne stomps a hoof in anger and jagged veins of fire snake out from where his cloves impact the ground. His nostrils flare and smoke rises from them like the most furious of red dragons.

" You are in the presence of a true god, Bone-Thrall. The true Lord of Bones."

@theundeadgospel / 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘.

[theundeadgospel]

[ Cont. ]

Personal space? What’s personal space?

Seeing nothing wrong with his reaction, the undead simply tilts her head like a curious canine —

“ Open your wings. “

Unfortunately, she’s also used to giving commands rather than requesting with niceties — even if he is her ‘temporary boss’ .

@mothvalentino

[theundeadgospel]

Beautiful art by @ansie-ttina !!!!!! Go com them!!!!!

[theundeadgospel]

my fucking god. this took me nearly a week because im so indecisive and im not entirely happy with it still but.

here she be, final piece.

[theundeadgospel]

This was it. War was over. For now.

The long standing dispute between the divine and the undead finally began to come to an end. Sure, there would always be followers of theirs that refrained from breaking the chains of tradition, but the champions themselves had officially put aside their power trips and treachery to settle down as committed lovers. The moon and the sun, the light and the dark. Sentient undead could roam the living without fear of being burned on sight and the living could coexist with the undead races without fear of being used as cattle — for the most part.

The two even went as far as to having a child created as proof that they were no longer at war. A child of both necrotic and holy virtue — a hybrid of an archangel and nosferatu. Born with a soft silver glow, tiny fangs, pointed ears, and budding, golden wings, she brought copious bouts of feedback from the two champions’ followers.

“ You seem to have experience in childcare. A…lot of experience. “

Beth stared directly at Adam as he handled thr child, flicking her long ears,

“ …Divine one. How many children do you have. “

@hellmxses