#🦇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐊𝐔𝐋. [ 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 ] 🦇

[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!

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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.

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[ 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

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[ Cont. ]

“ 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

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[ Cont. ]

“ 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

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

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[ 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

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

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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.

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these fucking photos my friend took im UGHGHGH!!!!!!

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[ Cont. ]

“ Did you carve it yourself? It fits perfectly. Whoever crafted it did a decent job. “

Nodding, Bethanne did not question the distance nor the cautious air. This was a common interference for the zealot — she was used to people treating her like a zoo animal that had escaped from its confines. Her appearance, being dawned in heavy battle armor and a deformed, eldritch skin, certainly did help in raising plenty of red flags.

“ I am Bethanne Drozdov, the chosen of the Lord of Bones and a high ranking black knight in the Zarovich battalion.

Who are you? “

@smilingmxsk

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god im so gay for her

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[ Cont. ]

“ Unimportant and frivolous.

I am your mama now. “

Emphasized, the knight then scoops the other up and slings her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes,

“ How old are you, my child? “

@sinshosted

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The potency of alcohol, sex, and desperation wafted through the dank air of the brothel.

Try as he may to mask the undeniable scent with rich perfumes, the nosferatu’s nose was keener than a canine’s — and boy, did she feel extremely out of place the second she walked in. The knight was on a quest to scout out information on an adventurer that had been brutally slaughtered around this neck of town — and all signs began to point to the brothel and its uncanny owner. Bethanne was expecting to rough house with someone of the human variety going into this investigation —

Not a full fledged moth demon. A succubus? Who knows. The sight of him made her long ears flatten.

He looked powerful. Someone she wouldn’t be easily able to grapple nor manipulate.

“ …Zdravstvuyte, “

A formal greeting, making an effort in remaining professionally civil in his own establishment as she emerged,

“ You are the owner, da? I have a few inquiries about one of your late clients. Someone that had been murdered — presumably here. “

@hellmxses

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“ A quaint looking vampire — but one of blood nonetheless, “

The deep, Slavic voice abruptly broke the silence as a giant hand clasped over Blitz’s collar, lifting up the imp adorned in vampiric clothing and dangling him like a lioness to her cub. Unfortunately, Bethanne did not see through the disguise — or she simply chose to be ignorant, hopeful to find another of her lineage.

“ A hybrid of some manner? You look like a daemon as well, horns and crimson flesh and all…yet you possess fangs and such noble attire. Hm. You discover something new every day.

Nonetheless — a pleasure to see another vampiric being! “

The zealot flashes him a large grin — razor sheep teeth and a twin set of ginormous fangs on full display.

@blitzbuckz

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“ What is so special about this ‘ancient tome‘ that we have to put our lives in peril? “

Despite the fact that barbarian was more than equipped for traveling and strength, that didn’t mean she would cease her relentless bitching over the ‘insignificance of a book’ . Lacking the knowledge in any magic that didn’t concern necromancy, Bethanne only advanced in two things — hitting things very hard and manipulating the dead to her whim.

“ Can you not just — I do not know, use a library? Read a few magic letters and poof, your mind is now altered to be more whimsical or some shit? “

@triinitas