#BITES AND KILLS AND MAIMS < CONFUSED
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thestungunhero · 5 months ago
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ohhh my god . head in hands
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beppothebadger · 1 year ago
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i made a uquiz to find out what kind of gf you are
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galpalaven · 6 months ago
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I don’t want to work I want to write Hythlazemet fanfiction
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astharoshebarvon · 2 years ago
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Aemond/Lucerys ABO AU
Where everyone dies except for Aemond & Luke and his uncle and half-sister’s Daemon and Rhaenyra’s youngest children, baby Aegon and Viserys
Aemond is too tired and grief ridden and does his best ensure his youngest nephews/cousins safety and becomes king regent for them.
A lot of people are happy with him on throne since no one liked Aemond’s brother and were pleased he was dead but equal amounts feared the alpha king because alphas are unpredictable(reason why there had been only two alphas on the throne till then) and Aemond was not a drunkard or easy to mould.
Some foolish councilman brought up the topic of heirs and he was found maimed, his arm gone the next day. No one dared say anything again.
Whispers were abound as people across the realm spoke in hushed voices of how their alpha king had murdered his true omega mate, Lucerys Velaryon and thus had almost brought the dragon house to extinction. That he still loved the boy he himself killed in his anger.
Two years after the war Aemond learns something, he takes Vhagar to the remote island where rumors were heard of a boy falling from the sky two years ago.
When Aemond sees his lovely mate, looking at him in confusion and the slightest bit of fear he lets tears slip from his eye for the first time ever. His tears had dried after he’d thought he had killed his omega. After that, it was just an endless cycle of death.
When Aemond brings Luke back, his youngest brothers cry tears of joy at seeing their older brother back. Luke does not remember anything, his memories only consist of the kind old couple who took care of him, taught him how to fish and kept him safe.
Aemond again has to maim another councilman who suggests there might be an heir now for the throne since Aemond’s omega is alive and well.
Luke keeps his distance from Aemond after learning about the death of his mother, father, brothers and everyone. His whole family gone except for the young ones. He feels longing and love when he looks at his alpha mate but that feeling diminishes when he recalls hearing of the death of his family.
Luke does marry Aemond since he fears Aemond might try to hurt his little brothers if he doesn’t. Aemond laugh and laughs until tears slide down his cheek when he hears Luke reassure his brothers that he’ll keep them safe no matter what. He doesn’t understand why Luke thinks he would hurt them now when he didn’t before.
Aemond and Luke remain virgin even on their wedding night. The alpha king just bites his omega’s nape before turning around and falling asleep, leaving Luke wondering if Aemond really is as horrible as the stories he’d heard. He could have taken him if he really wished but he didn’t.
Eventually Luke again falls in love with him again. He tries his best to not but his emotions get the better of him and when his heat hits him after nine moons of their marriage, he urges Aemond to take him to bed.
Aemond and Luke spend weeks in their chambers with only prince consort’s young brothers allowed entry in the rooms.
When Luke is in third moon of his pregnancy his memories return. He hits Aemond, hurls obscenities at him but in the end tearfully confesses he still loves him.
“You will never hurt my only family left! You must promise me that Aemond! My baby brothers will remain safe, you will not take their right from them like your family took from my mother.”
Aemond smiles wistfully as he caresses his beautiful boy’s cheek, “I won’t. Some may argue though you are the second son, so you and I should rule together with our children being our heirs.”
Luke laughs incredulously, “they hated a lady on the throne, they dislike an alpha on it, you think they’ll want an omega on it?” His gaze turns fierce, “I don’t care what they want. I don’t care for the iron throne. I don’t want it anywhere near me. It was my mother’s, then Jace’s. Neither of them are alive. It will be my baby brothers.”
“Then your will be carried out, my darling.” He gently brings Luke closer and brushes his forehead with his, making Luke release pleased pheromones. “Whatever your heart desires, I’ll give you, Luke.”
The alpha king, Aemond Targaryen and prince consort omega Lucerys Velaryon Targaryen welcome twin boys after six moons, both having Targaryen hair and eyes of their alpha father with the beautiful features of their omega bearer.
Aemond once again decrees Aegon III or Viserys II will inherit the throne once they come of age at 18.
He names his sons, Daelon and Rhaegal Targaryen as future heirs of Dragonstone and Driftmark.
“He was kind to us, we didn’t think, you know — he would be.” Viserys says, smiling softly at the infants, Daelon and Rhaegal. “It’s odd he named them after — ” he looks at Luke who smiles at him as he leans down and lays a soft kiss on his head, making his brother smile happily. “Our parents?”
“Yes.”
Luke ruffles Aegon’s hair who was looking at baby Rhaegal with curiosity, “Aemond did bad things,” he smiles sadly as his brothers look solemnly at him, shifting closer so they were leaning on their older brother.
Luke wrapped his arms around them, squeezing them in reassurance, “but he has the courage to admit his wrong doings. There was death on both sides. Aemond knows none of it would have happened if he hadn’t chased me across the skies.” He looks at his children and gently caresses his newborns heads, “ more importantly he loves me like I love him.” His voice is soft as he speaks again, “he won’t hurt me again.”
“My brothers find it hard to believe you let me name our children after my parents.”
Aemond hums as he drops a kiss on his head, “did you tell them the next one will be named Laenor if it’s a boy and Aemma if it’s a girl?” He glances at Luke’s flat abdomen knowing it will be a while before he shows.
Luke shakes his head, “no. but I believe that would make them just as happy.” He lifts his head to meet Aemond’s gaze, “do you regret your part in my mother and father’s death, my brothers? Your family?”
Aemond nods slowly, trying to ignore the pain that goes through him, “I do.”
Heavens, the way Luke had yelled at him when he’d learned how they had taken out his father, by trickery and cowardice. He didn’t want to hear that tone ever again. 
“I am surprised you didn’t steal his sword after he was dead and take it for yourself!” Luke yelled. He should stop, this much anger couldn’t be good for his babies but he couldn’t. His alpha father was a man of few words but he had cared a lot for all of them. Daemon loved them as much as their father Laenor did.
Aemond clenched his hand into a fist, “I did not touch your dear father’s sword. It was placed next to the skull of Balerion as a prized artifact.”
“Really? That doesn’t sound like you, alpha of mine.”
Aemond snapped. He glared at his mate, knowing he shouldn’t say the next words but he couldn’t stop. Luke was the only one who could make him feel like a hopeless fool in love in one moment and a deranged fiend in next.
“You would have loved it if I had died by his hands instead, wouldn’t you my omega!” Aemond spat, not caring how Luke flinched and backed away from him as much as the bed could allow. “You would have been happy if your mother’s beloved husband Daemon, your alpha father would have driven that sword of his through my body. Would that have satisfied you my sweet Luke if I was dead?!”
Next second Aemond cursed himself again as Luke burst into tears, his slender frame shaking as sobs wracked through his body. He tried to touch his husband but Luke hunched in on himself, clearly conveying he did not want his touch.
“How—how— could you—” Luke sobbed. “How? I never — never wished you—” He glared at his alpha husband, his eyes shining with tears, “you almost killed me, your nephew, and your omega mate! Your actions drove my mother and father to grief, my brothers to their demise! You led your whole family to death. Don’t you dare say I wanted you dead ever! You know exactly the circumstances which led to the loss of your eye.”
Aemond looked away as familiar pain washed over him as Luke said what he’d long accepted.
Luke was right, everything he’d said was true. Maybe that’s why it hurt to hear him. He was the reason rest of their family was dead. Luke was right about Daemon too. That was the only way they could ever get rid of the Rogue Prince.
If they hadn’t, Aemond was sure the alpha father of Rhaenyra’s children would have relished in ending his life. Daemon had literally burned the whole storm’s end save for one small child since he saw them as accomplice in his son’s demise. He had ended boros’ line, the child he spared was his cousin’s. boros and his daughters had been fed to Caraxes, that’s how livid he’d been.
Luke goes back to rest his head on Aemond’s chest, making the alpha come out of his thoughts, “then you will be forgiven.”
Aemond laughed bitterly, “they are all gone, Lucerys. The only one’s forgiveness I seek is yours.”
Luke feels his heart clench in pain, “It will hurt, you know that. it will always hurt.” He doesn’t say anything for a while. When he does speak again, his voice is soft and broken, “you have it. We would have never had Daelon and Rhaegal if I didn’t forgive you.”
Aemond tries to hold back tears that threaten to fall from his eye but fails. His anguish only becomes greater when Luke leans in and presses a soft kiss to his scarred cheek, his sapphire in his eye socket, his forehead. “I love you, and I’ll always stay with you, my alpha.”
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defectivevillain · 1 year ago
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this broken design, ch13
pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Reader
summary: That familiar analytical gleam in your eyes lives in Hannibal’s mind as he sinks his teeth into his prey. Despite your departure hours ago, Hannibal sees you sitting across from him at the table. Dining alone has never bothered him; yet, right now, he can’t help but desire your company—your scintillating conversation, your sharp wit, your clever smirk. Indeed, his table feels uncharacteristically empty. Hannibal stares at the chair across from him—the same chair he’s grown accustomed to seeing you sit at—and takes another bite. Flavor explodes on his tongue, yet you are what dominates his thoughts.
Your experience in criminal profiling means that you've met a wide variety of people from all different walks of life. You've stared down hardened criminals and fought for your life against people hellbent on killing you. Even so, something about the FBI's new target, the Chesapeake Ripper, seems to elude you.
Then you meet Hannibal Lecter: an enigmatic jigsaw of a man with jagged corners and misshapen pieces.
Fortunately, you've always been rather good at puzzles.
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read from the beginning here.
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warnings: cannibalism, vomiting/throwing up, canon-typical blood, violence, & gore. If you'd like to skip the vomit part, stop reading at the bolded "The clock ticking incessantly on the wall,” and continue reading at the bolded “Must not have agreed with me.”
You wake up with burning eyes. There’s nothing but blinding white on all sides. It takes several moments for your eyes to stop watering but, once they do, you realize that you’re in a hospital bed. There’s a nurse hovering over you, asking questions that you can’t comprehend. Her voice sounds warbled, as if you’re underwater. You try to say something, but the effort hurts and you abandon the notion. It takes several moments for your ears to stop ringing enough to hear what the nurse is saying to you. 
The ensuing few minutes are painfully awkward, as you have to gulp down an entire glass of water and cough several times to clear your throat. When you finally do speak, the effort stings and hurts your throat. You answer a few of the nurse’s questions as she busies herself with checking your vitals. 
“You’ve gotten a lot of visitors,” she says, as she writes something down on her clipboard. You raise an eyebrow and look around the room, looking for signs of these so-called visitors. The room is rather bare—nothing to suggest that you’ve had several people stop by. 
“Really?” You ask, unable to shake a bit of your suspicion. 
“Yes,” the nurse nods, meeting your gaze with a kind smile. “Your husband is quite nice.” You stare at her in confusion. After all, you don’t have a husband. The nurse senses your perplexment and clarifies. “The European man. Well-dressed, very polite.”
“Oh.” There’s only one person you know who fits that description seamlessly: Hannibal Lecter. You’re surprised that he visited. You say as much to the nurse as she’s checking your vitals and she raises a brow at you. Her reaction prompts you to utter the question lingering in your mind. “Did he… visit often?” Normally, you wouldn’t assume that he did. However, if you were to analyze the nurse’s assumption that he was your husband… Well, Hannibal must have visited at least a few times for her to make that assumption. Indeed, the nurse nods. 
“He sat in that chair; must’ve come by at least once a day.” Once a day? The thought both amuses and frightens you. Of course, you’re very appreciative of the thought of Hannibal visiting you every day, even when you were unconscious. However, your unconscious state meant you were vulnerable in front of the Chesapeake Ripper for days. That could have provided him with an ample opportunity to kill you, maim you, steal an organ. Yet, as far as you know, he didn’t take advantage of that opportunity. You frown. You suppose you can’t be completely certain that he didn’t take advantage of your vulnerability. The idea of Hannibal taking an organ of yours—plunging his hand into your bloodied skin before neatly stitching it back up—sickens you. 
Thankfully, your unsavory reverie is broken by a rapping sound against the door. It seems you have a guest. The nurse walks over to the door, opening it just enough for her to see the newcomer, before glancing back at you. She’s positioned in a manner that blocks the visitor from your sight, silently asking if you’re comfortable with the prospect of having a visitor. You’re touched by the gesture and it takes you a few moments to ground yourself to the moment and give your permission. The nurse nods and swings the door open, allowing you to see your visitor.
Freddie Lounds stares at you with a complex expression. She looks far better than you do, with nothing more than a few abrasions on her wrists from her bindings to indicate her captivity. She wears a smokey grey sweater and blue jeans in lieu of her professional journalist attire. There are dark circles under Freddie’s eyes, which indicate that the events that transpired still weigh heavily on her conscience.
“Hi, Freddie,” you say. Your voice is still a bit raspy—evidently a combination of the lack of use and your fight with Gideon. You have to put almost all your effort towards pushing the memories out of your mind. You don’t want to think about your time in captivity right now. You don’t want to think about the fact that you murdered Gideon. Sure, he would’ve killed you first. Even so… The thought nauseates you. A pointed cough from Freddie separates you from those thoughts. You wave a hand in an attempt to invite her closer. She takes a few steps forward, looking rather restless. You finally allow the question plaguing your mind to fall from your lips. “What are you doing here?”
“Visiting you,” Freddie responds without hesitation. 
“Ah,” you remark dumbly. Indeed, Freddie had been forced to sit at that dining table, in the company of Abel Gideon, Frederick Chilton, and you. You blink and you see the redhead with blood spattered across her face, a glazed gleam to her eyes as she stares blankly ahead. You blink again and you’re thrown back to the blinding white hospital room. 
“You saved my life,” Freddie remarks, once the silence begins to grow painful. You startle and turn your attention to her once more. Sure, you may have saved her life, but you certainly hadn’t expected a word of gratitude from her. That wasn’t why you did it, anyway. Those thoughts must be evident in your expression, because Freddie shakes her head. “I know that wasn’t-” She stops for a moment to collect herself, “Regardless. I would’ve died.”
“So…” Freddie then says, a grimace overtaking her lips. She looks vastly uncomfortable. You have to quell the urge to preemptively reassure her. Freddie clasps her hands and takes a deep breath. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior in the past. I wrote some rather unflattering things about you—things that weren’t true.” She doesn’t need to go into any further detail, as you remember the times you’d seen your name in bold black lettering on the Tattle Crime website. 
It doesn’t take very long for you to come up with an answer to her apology. “It’s alright,” you answer easily. Freddie sends you a wary look. She clearly doesn’t trust your mild-mannered expression. You suppose you could’ve been mad about her press coverage over the years but, truthfully, it never impeded your work or affected your life. “Really, it’s fine,” you continue, “I get it—you were doing your job.”
“I accused you of murder,” Freddie argues. Is she trying to provoke you? The thought perplexes you. You fiddle with the thin, scratchy blanket haphazardly thrown over your form. The movement makes you aware of the IV connected to your arm and it stings tauntingly for a moment. 
“Happens to the best of us,” you shrug, wincing as the movement sends a bolt of pain down your shoulder and through your side. Freddie stares at you in evident disbelief. 
“You’re not mad,” Freddie says uneasily. Indeed, you’re not mad. In reality, you don’t have the energy to be angry. Perhaps, if you were in better physical condition, you’d be able to scrounge up some ferocity. But something about seeing Freddie Lounds in your hospital room—the first visitor you’ve seen since you’ve woken—humbles you. You almost feel strangely appreciative of her honesty, appreciative of the maturity with which she conducts herself. You don’t realize she’s waiting for an answer until you see the apprehensive expression on her face. 
“I’m not angry,” you confirm. “Next time you write about me, just… don’t be so eager to drag my name through the mud.” You mean for the remark to be sarcastic rather than accusatory, but the journalist’s eyes widen and her lips part in surprise. Freddie then has the good grace to look mildly embarrassed, before she takes a deep breath and lets a resolved expression dominate her sharp features. 
“Thank you,” Freddie murmurs. It looks as if the act is difficult for her. She’s avoiding your eyes. Even so, she went out of her way to visit you as you’re recovering—just to thank you and apologize. Honestly, you feel undeserving of her gratitude. Freddie never should’ve been in a hostage situation in the first place. You should’ve gotten her out of there sooner. You should’ve- “Seriously.” The sincerity in the journalist’s voice destroys those self-deprecating thoughts. 
You feel a smile tugging at your lips. Honestly, you never would’ve expected to grow an exasperated sort of fondness for Freddie Lounds. You almost want to credit your generous mood to the painkillers, but you get the feeling they aren’t having that kind of impact. Freddie seems eager to leave, so you give her the opportunity to leave. “Bye, Freddie.” With that, the redheaded journalist exits the room. She has a rather uncanny talent for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, you think to yourself as she departs. 
Your conversation with Freddie was nice, but now that she’s gone, you’re painfully aware of the headache forming in your temple. You close your eyes for a moment in a half-hearted attempt to rest. You don’t have your eyes closed for long before you suddenly sense another presence in the room. An ordinary person may not be able to sense it, but your years of training greatly developed your spatial awareness. You keep your eyes closed for a few moments, wondering what this new presence will do. After a few moments of silence and evident stillness, you give up the act and open your eyes.
Hannibal is standing before you, a mild smile on his face as he regards you. You stare at him for several moments, unable to move past the overwhelming rush of conflicting emotions. Relief and distress, happiness and grief, hope and despair. You were so focused on Gideon that you neglected to remember the killer standing right in front of you.
“What are you doing here?” You manage to say, your voice still raspy. Hannibal takes another step and closes the door behind him. The steady beeps from one of the monitors are the only sounds to break through the silence sticking to the air. 
“I’ve brought supper.” In characteristic fashion, he neglects to truly answer your question. You don’t have the energy to keep yourself afloat in these mind games. Since you first woke, you’ve spent an immeasurable amount of time in this nondescript hospital room, scrutinizing every action you took that led you here. The last thing you need is another conversation to feel lost in. 
“Oh,” you remember to respond. “That’s very nice of you.” You stare at him for a moment, taking in his perfectly coiffed hair and fine-trimmed clothing. Your eyes meet and a shiver rolls up your spine. What is this feeling you’re suddenly overwhelmed by? It’s almost déjà vu. How could you be getting déjà vu from this moment? You’ve never been to this hospital before. Perhaps it’s the expression on Hannibal’s face…?
“You were there, weren’t you?” You realize aloud, as glimpses of that fateful day come back to you. You vaguely remember being wheeled through the blinding white halls of this hospital, Hannibal gripping your hand tightly. Now, you can’t help but stare at him expectantly. Weirdly enough, the man focuses his gaze on the wall next to you for a minute.
“I must admit, you made for a rather harrowing sight,” Hannibal then says, apropos of nothing. Your eyebrows furrow. That comment doesn’t quite make sense. Hannibal is the Chesapeake Ripper—surely he’s seen far more gruesome sights. Also, negating his murderous tendencies, he used to be an emergency room surgeon. Your injuries weren’t quite fatal. Your eyes track Hannibal as he crosses the room, taking out a stainless steel capsule reminiscent of a Thermos. He unfolds the small wooden table that extends from the side of the bed and places the capsule in front of you, before placing a napkin and silverware next to it. Hannibal then procures his own meal and takes a seat in the chair at the side of your bed. He seems unusually determined to skip the necessary pleasantries that typically characterize his behavior. That’s not quite like him. You’re sidetracked before that thought comes to fruition in your mind. 
Looking down into the container on the tray, you realize you’re not sure what to call the food inside. It appears to be some sort of stew. There’s an unfamiliar smell wafting from the food. It’s not exactly unpleasant, but it’s such a multi-faceted scent that it makes your stomach turn. You grasp the fork provided to you, unable to shake this irrational unease.
Hannibal is already eating. You take after his example and stab a piece of meat inside the container with your fork, before bringing it out of its steel confines. A drop of sauce dribbles from the meat and back into the Thermos-like capsule. The clock on the wall seems to grow louder with each passing second. You inhale sharply, before taking a bite of your meal. The flavor is something you don’t think you can even describe in words. It provokes such a strange and unfamiliar sensation—one that leaves a weird (although not inherently unpleasant) aftertaste in your mouth. Inexplicably, you take another bite. Judging by that reaction, you must like it in some capacity. 
For a few minutes, the two of you eat in silence. You only get through a few bites before the potent gamey taste of the meat makes itself known. At that point, you’re not sure what to do. You don’t want to be rude. You also don’t want to make yourself sick by eating this… mystery meat. Trepidation sends goosebumps down your skin. Dread has been crawling through your chest ever since you took a bite of this stew. Something is wrong—you just can’t figure out what. Hannibal has always enjoyed rather eccentric tastes, yet you can’t help but wonder what would possess him to bring you a stew in the hospital. Every single one of his actions is purposeful, as you’ve grown to accept in the time you’ve known him. There’s something about this interaction, a hidden undertone of anticipation and amusement that forces you to scrutinize the little details. 
“I hope you don’t mind me asking…” You trail off, trying to find a way to word the question delicately. For a moment, you contemplate letting the question fade into silence. Perhaps it’s better not knowing. Perhaps… You bite your lip. The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them. “What is this protein?” You gesture down to the meat scattered about the stew. 
“Chicken kidney,” Hannibal responds. Somehow, that answer doesn’t provide any additional clarity. The meat doesn’t taste like chicken. You’ve tried a lot of different foods before, but you’ve never tasted something like this. Alarm bells ring in your ears and you put your fork down on the tray. For a moment, you settle with staring at Hannibal. You soon give up on staring when you ponder his syntax, the way he emphasized the nature of the organ before naming it. 
Realization crashes down on you. The restrained look of amusement on Hannibal’s face. The wry smile ever so slightly visible on his lips. The strange taste of the meat. Your paranoid thoughts earlier. The recognition that it would be frighteningly easy for Hannibal to slip into your room disguised as a surgeon, to use your existing wound as a disguise for the removal of organs. Chicken kidney. The gleam in the killer’s eyes. Prey trapped by a much stronger predator. The clock ticking incessantly on the wall. 
You stumble out of bed and race to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before your throat burns and the food you just ate exits your mouth. You groan. Despite the fact that you only took a few bites, your body seems intent on purging your system. After a minute or two, you’re left to dry heave into the toilet bowl. The porcelain exterior is cold against your hands and you grimace. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, as sweat trickles down your temple and the back of your neck.  
At some point, your eyes catch on the emergency assistance button on the wall near the toilet. It’s tempting to jam it, to explain everything to the nurse. Unfortunately, you don’t think that would work. Hannibal is just outside the door—he would certainly hear you. Even if he didn’t hear you and you managed to complete the phone call, the nurse wouldn’t believe you. Hell, no one would believe you. Perhaps that’s been a part—albeit a small one—of the reason why you haven’t tried to turn Hannibal in yet. Your public reputation is still rather poor; while you know the majority of your coworkers trust you, there would certainly be outcry if Jack were to act on your suspicions and arrest Hannibal. No, you’re well and truly trapped. The Chesapeake Ripper doesn’t leave evidence; he doesn’t make mistakes. 
The thought makes you nauseous once more. You grasp the toilet and close your eyes, praying that you won’t throw up again. You’ve always despised vomiting: the horrible rush of dread and anxiety leading up to the act, the act itself, the clean-up... Thankfully, the universe is merciful and you don’t throw up again. You wait a few more minutes to ensure the nausea passes before flushing the toilet and pushing yourself to your feet. You mechanically wash your hands, making sure to scrub for a few minutes. Once you’ve finally dried your hands, you open the bathroom door and walk back to the side of the bed, pretending not to notice Hannibal’s eyes on you. 
“Must not have agreed with me,” you shudder, grabbing the glass of water at your bedside and taking a small sip. Your heart is racing as you come to terms with the fact that your paranoia was founded. You grasp your bedside railing and slowly maneuver yourself back into bed. Once you’re settled, you meet Hannibal’s gaze. 
“It must not have,” Hannibal acquiesces, looking entirely unbothered by the events that just occurred. His reaction is far too muted, even despite your unshakeable knowledge that his expressions of emotion are always muted. There’s an undercurrent of vicious pride in his smile, in the way his legs are neatly crossed as he regards you from his seat. 
The air remains dominated by a tense silence. There is nothing you can say to diminish the horrors sticking in your mind. Time resembles a thick, gelatinous sludge—dragging on and on, dirtying everything it touches. Your hand twitches to investigate the wound at your side.
Hannibal leans forward in his chair, his gaze focused on you. He looks as if he’s about to speak when there’s suddenly a demanding series of knocks on the door. His left eyebrow ticks a half centimeter, the most minute of gestures. “It appears you have a visitor,” Hannibal remarks, turning to the door. You resist the urge to grimace. You’re not sure you have enough energy to get through a polite conversation with yet another person. Hannibal opens the door and the newcomer steps into the room. 
“Jack,” you say, unable to quite hide your relief. Jack Crawford takes one look at Hannibal Lecter, who is smiling politely at him, and promptly shoos him out of the room. You send Hannibal an apologetic look, but in reality, you’re glad that Crawford made him leave. You don’t have the wits about you to keep yourself afloat in Hannibal’s mind games. There’s no telling how you would have fared in a drawn-out conversation with him. “It’s good to see you.”
“Agent,” he responds. Jack’s stance is broad and self-assured (as always), but there’s an unfamiliar expression on his face. He almost seems remorseful. You grapple for something to say. 
“Jack,” you repeat, unable to fight past the ugly feelings running through your mind. Your boss must sense that something’s wrong, because he takes a step closer and his lips pull tight in a frown. You try to say what’s been weighing on your mind: that you’re Gideon’s killer, that you murdered him instead of sparing his life. The words don’t come but, thankfully, Jack seems to understand what you’re thinking regardless. 
Crawford takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose, before sighing resignedly. It almost seems as if he expected that remark from you. “You stopped Gideon from inflicting any further harm. You acted in accordance with FBI protocol.” 
“I know,” you interject, before Jack can carry on any longer. You pinch the bridge of your nose. 
“Agent,” Jack says, his voice commanding enough to pull your gaze up from the thin blankets covering you. Despite the intimidating figure he poses, his eyes are forgiving and his expression is one of exasperated patience. “Do I look worried?” You shake your head. “Then you shouldn’t be worried.”
“Yes, sir,” you choke out. 
“Is there something you needed to tell me, Agent?” Jack asks, perceptive as always. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s studying your face, as if trying to pull the truth right out of you. You press your lips together firmly, lest you say anything stupid. After all, what could you possibly say? Yes, I think Hannibal Lecter took a nurse’s clothes and impersonated them, before ripping my wound open, removing my kidney, and sewing me back up. Hannibal has built significant rapport with Jack—you don’t think Jack would believe you. Besides, you’re still on a decent amount of painkillers. There’s no way in hell that Jack would believe whatever you have to say at the present moment. 
You’re not sure how to proceed. Now that Gideon is no longer a problem, Jack’s focus will rightly shift to the Chesapeake Ripper. The Ripper will operate seamlessly, killing without leaving a single shred of evidence, until he dies or is somehow eliminated. There was a momentary lapse in his activity—one that you selfishly want to attribute to the beginning stages of your friendship with Hannibal—but the Ripper will kill again soon enough. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep this act up: feigning ignorance, looking past the glaring warning signs that only seem visible to you. 
“No, Jack; that’s it,” you bite out.
“Good,” Jack says, a small smirk rising on his face, “We’ll be having a conversation about obeying my orders once you’re recovered.” A slight smile falls on your face. Jack sends you a stern look before gripping your shoulder reassuringly. For a fraction of a moment, you contemplate telling him the truth. He deserves to know, you think. 
“Who would ever believe you?” Franklyn Frodieveaux asks you. He laughs—a cruel, mocking thing. Abel Gideon cackles with him. Your victims’ voices blend together, creating an awful symphony that rattles in your ears. 
“Rest up, Agent,” Jack says, his hand slipping from your shoulder. You’re promptly jerked out of your thoughts. There’s a conflicted expression on Crawford’s face, as if he doesn’t quite want to leave. You put it down to your imagination. “That’s an order.” Jack turns on his heel and walks away. Once he crosses the threshold and enters the hallway, the door clicks shut behind him.
You’re left alone once more. Your victims berate you for your cowardice and the tears come quickly. You grapple at your hospital gown with shaking hands, tugging at the fabric until it falls away to reveal your mangled side. There’s discolored bruising and swelling, in addition to dried blood scattered around the edges of the suture. The wound looks exactly the same as it did before, almost eerily so. You think back to all the medical awards and certificates covering the walls of Hannibal’s office. It seems impossible—the idea that he removed your suture and put it back. Although, the more you think about it, the more you realize Hannibal Lecter is characterized by his redefinition of impossibility.  The Chesapeake Ripper leaves no evidence. Dr. Lecter leaves no evidence, save for the horrible agitation that settles along your skin. You have no proof, but that in and of itself is enough. 
Another tear slips down your cheek, traveling mockingly along the ripped scar that Gideon gave you. Your skin burns with recognition, knowledge, horror, and something akin to grief. You will be forever marked by a killer. Yet, somehow, the unseen scars hurt even more. Your chest aches as you mourn the loss of the wholeness you never expected to lose.
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my search history for this chapter was so suspect…. “kidney recipes” “can you eat kidney” "can you survive without a kidney"....
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I like how this turned out—specifically, the conversation with Hannibal. Him neglecting to engage in some of those pleasantries that the reader associates with him is an interesting way to portray his behavior as strange and unusual; I think it stays faithful to his characterization. After all, Hannibal isn't the type to display much emotion—we know him to be extremely calculated and calm. Therefore, "strange behavior" that he may exhibit is limited to things that may not seem strange to the average person (e.g. neglecting to wait for the other person before beginning to eat), but the reader can recognize that behavior as uncharacteristic for him.
thanks for reading! <33333
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serpentface · 2 years ago
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The vampire worm
(An unusual but relatively benign parasite that breeds in rats becomes a nightmare if it matures in a person instead)
The vampire worm is primarily a typical intestinal parasite, spending the majority of its life cycle inside the digestive system of large mammalian hosts, feeding on blood. They will eventually be shed in feces and find their way into water, at which point they may be swallowed by a new (typically rodent) host and begin their reproductive phase. 
The reproductive worm colonizes the host's mouth and inflames parts of the brain (via a commensal bacterial infection), causing both unusual aggressive behavior and tameness towards larger animals. The host will be inclined towards biting large mammals (frequently cattle, humans, etc), so its worm tongue can feed on blood and lay eggs in the wound without killing  or maiming the host. The eggs form cysts in the skin, eventually hatching into larvae that move to the digestive system and begin the cycle anew. After laying its eggs, the worm will die, leaving its host relatively intact (though with some damage to the tongue and brain).
The vampire worm specializes in rodents for its reproductive phase, but is occasionally capable of developing in other members of the supraprimate clade and will grow proportionately to the host. Erratic infections occur most commonly in rabbits but can occur in primates, including humans and elowey.
This is very rare (to the point of being seen as a myth), as the worm in such a host usually fails to reproduce. It almost exclusively occurs in unusually crowded and unsanitary conditions where humans or elowey live in close quarters with rats, lack clean drinking water, and do not drink beer or boil water instead.
The reason they fail to reproduce in humans/elowey is that bites are much deadlier, with victims tending to be of comparable size to the 'vampire' (rather than say, a rat biting a cow). An infected human is liable to simply chew and tear away the flesh of another human. The victim is liable to die from the physical trauma or a resulting bacterial infection, and the worm's eggs will die with them.
Sapient hosts maintain awareness of what they are doing, though typically through a feverish sense of confusion. They do not experience the worm's influence to bite as being controlled by an exterior force, but rather as a strong impulse that seemed reasonable at the time, only realizing the horror of their actions when it's too late.
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progenycursed · 1 year ago
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Progeny Cursed Chapter 14
A new type of pain confuses the Pure Vessel. What is done to stop it, just confuses them more. The Pale King voices his opinion on table manners. While Lurien learns tackling the Pale King is a bad idea.
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<hurt> ?<pulling pain>? *confused*<hurt>What that?
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<hurt> ?<pain>  Why hurt? Did heal. *shock*  ??<radiating pain>?? What mouth doing?
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?<hurt>? why hurting?
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?<pang> ?<Pulling pain>? ?<gnawing hurt>? 
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?<Twisting cramp>? What (I) doing? Didn’t order stop
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?<aching twinge>? What ‘eat’? Maybe. Okay. No.  ?<gnawing ache>? Want better
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?<shooting pain>? *shock* *annoyed*?<pain>?
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?<screaming pain>? <twisting>?<ATTACK> ?<MAIM>?<crushing>?<BITE>? ?<CONSUME>?<FEED>?
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<feeding><hunger> Thing approaching [growl] [snarl] *aggression*[threat]
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<feeding> <hunger> <hungry> <feed>
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&lt;ATTACK> Idea! <MAIM> <KILL> <feeding frenzied>
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{memories of strange pain} healing not stop pain}{weird uncontrollable mouth movements}{biting and eating wingsmold} Why wingsmold void not same as void? Sacred of void but okay with wingsmold void {thing approached while eating}{threatened it}
(You) will not bite
(You) ever eat?
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*mischievous*
*nervous*no  *shock*irritated*
(You) bad liar
*annoyed* … Approximately 
*chaos*
*shock*irritated*
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Answered one question
*chaos* MORE
NO!
MORE!!
*gasp* Answered 1 question! No more!
Answer question better
*angry*
*mischief* all night 
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No mouth. Can’t eat. Merge
Merge? What merge?
Answered one question. Now SLEEP!!
*weeee*
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Void Translation Quick guide:  () a person  [] a void callout  {} memories ** emotions <> physical reaction  ~breath~
At last! It is done! Turns out the season of delays is running long for me. Shit just keeps happening. Really annoying shit. So, unfortunately, there might be more time between updates.
You all may have noticed the backgrounds changed between parts. That’s because I’m getting bored doing the backgrounds. I like the way they looked before, but its no longer fun to do them and are really slowing me down. I find myself dragging my feet when it’s time to work on them. Sketching, coloring, and shading are all still fun. But the backgrounds are just, tedious. So I’m going to start experimenting with them to try to make them more fun. Bear with me while I figure out what style will work best for me. 
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amongussexgif · 1 year ago
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hey sorry to bother you
heard you declared war on earth
i dislike blogs that wage war on earth interacting wirh my things as i live on earth
if you could please delete your reblog of my death. blood. violence. murder. bite. rip. maim. tear. kill. that would be great!
also sorry for following you. at the time i didnt know as you didnt say you were going to destroy earth-
also your partner lives on earth but i heard you declared war on earth so uh, im a little confused
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years ago
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Ducky anon is back! I'd like some Specimen 8 (Deer Lord) and Unknown Specimen 4 (Tirsiak) with a pacifist animal lover Reader that just befriended Violent Deer and Ghost Animals. I guess they just like being around animals
-duck🦆 anon
Specimen 8 (Deer Lord)
He senses a visitor in his domain and waits for the right moment to catch them by surprise.
He assumed it was just another hunter trying to make minced meat of the deer.
Little did they know..he'll swiftly claim their soul and leave their flesh behind to sustain his children's appetite.
However, when Deer Lord sees you in one of the "outdoor" rooms, he doesn't sense a single ounce of hatred or violence in your heart as he observes you interacting with the deer.
Despite being violent creatures, they're somehow calm as they allowed you to pet them, lightly brushing their fur with your fingers.
One even trusted you enough to lead you to some leafy foliage, where his mate, a sweet doe, has recently fostered a fawn. Even its sharp teeth were nearly fully grown.
You just coo in happiness, but the sound of Deer Lord's voice made your blood run cold.
"Are you pure of heart, child?"
Seeing this tall deer-skull monster shrouded in darkness has you terrified, but you calmed yourself down and nervously smiled up at him.
"Y-Yes, erm..my lord.." You weren't sure if that's the proper way to address him, considering all you've ever been doing was running from specimen. You never actually stopped to talk to one.
But clearly, this one had some morals left and didn't mindlessly kill like all the others.
"They lashed out at you." He pointed out the small bite marks on your hand. "Why didn't you retaliate?"
"Well..I can't blame them. You guys are probably used to seeing violent people," you tell him. "But all your children needed was a little compassion, right?"
True to your words, another deer calmly walked up beside you, sniffing your hand for nonhuman food.
It's safe to say you earned Deer Lord's respect, as he allowed you to rest in one of the cabin rooms for some time, calling a truce.
You wonder if Spooky's gonna get mad at him for this, but he assures you he doesn't answer to her for the most part...only someone named "Bayagototh".
Unknown Specimen 4 (Tirsiak)
Ruthless as she is, Tirsiak was also curious about you, watching you closely upon your arrival into her snowy forest domain.
Although she gave chase almost immediately, she stopped when you encountered your first shadow wolf blocking your path.
She wondered what you'll do...but is certain you'll strike it down with that sword/axe of yours and move along.
That's okay, though.
Soon enough you'll be brutally maimed out in the snow, just as you have maimed her precious creatures.
Yet you lower your weapon and instead..
Pet the wolf? Or at least attempt to as your hand phases right through its ear.
Yet it reacted as though you did, indeed, pet its fur, wagging its tail.
Tirsiak didn't know what to think, at first. She's never known a human who acted kind towards animals...only those who slaughtered them with blades, arrows, guns, etc.
So your strange actions have her too intrigued to kill you at the moment.
"You there. Why are you doing that....thing?"
"...uh..petting an animal..?" You look at her confused.
Honestly it's hard for you to take her seriously when she's cute and confused af about what you're doing. It makes you forget she's a dangerous specimen.
You explain the concept of petting animals to her, showing that her companions do love the affection and proving that you're not gonna harm any of them.
After giving it some thought, she floats to the ground and...asks for pets herself, bowing her head slightly.
Rather awkwardly, you pet her wolf ears, but you grin upon seeing her tail wagging, too.
"Aww that's adorable-"
"Call me "adorable" again and it'll be the last thing you'll ever say." She snarls.
'Jeez, guess someone's been around Spooky for too long..'
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carpexdiemm05 · 7 months ago
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Never After (SGE x Reader) - Chapter 3
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I wasn't sure why six wolves needed to punish Sophie instead of one, but I assumed it was to make a point.
They bound her to a spit, stuffed an apple in her mouth, and paraded her like a banquet pig through the six floors of Malice Hall. Lining the walls, new students pointed and laughed, but laughs turned to frowns when they realized this freak in pink would be one of their bunk mates. The wolves towed whimpering Sophie past Rooms 63, 64, 65, then kicked open Room 66 and flung her in. Sophie skidded until her face smacked into a warted foot.
I hastily slipped inside the room before the wolves could slam the door on my neck.
"I told you we'd get her," said a tall girl with greasy black hair streaked red, black lipstick, a ring in her nose, and a terrifying tattoo of a buckhorned, red-skulled demon around her neck. The girl glared at Sophie, black eyes flinting. "She even smells like an Ever."
"The fairies will retrieve it soon enough," said a voice across the room.
I swung my head to an albino girl with deathly white hair, white skin, and hooded red eyes, feeding stew from a cauldron to three black rats. "Pity. We could slit its throat and hang it as a hall ornament."
"How rude," said a third.
I turned to a smiley brown-haired girl on the bed, round as a hot air balloon, chocolate ice pop in each stumpy fist. "Besides, it's against the rules to kill other students."
"How about we just maim her a bit?" said the albino.
"I think she's refreshing," said the plump one, biting into the ice pop. "Not every villain has to smell and look depressed."
"She's not a villain," the albino and the tattooed girl snapped in unison.
Sophie wriggled from her ropes and stood, scanning the dorm. A moment later, she gasped. "Where's the mirror?"
"Let me guess," the tattooed girl snorted. "It's Bella or Ariel or Anastasia."
"It looks more like a Buttercup or Sugarplum," said the albino.
"Or a Clarabelle or Rose Red or Willow-by-the-Sea."
"Sophie." Sophie stood in a cloud of soot. "My name is Sophie. I'm not a 'villain,' I'm not an 'it,' and yes, I clearly don't belong here, so—"
The albino and the tattooed girl were doubled over laughing. "Sophie!" the second cackled. "It's worse than anyone could have imagined!"
"Anything named Sophie doesn't belong here," the albino wheezed. "It belongs in a cage."
"I belong in the other tower," said Sophie, trying to stay above their cattiness, "which is why I need to see the School Master."
"'I need to see the School Master,'" the albino mimicked. "How about you jump out the window and see if he catches you?"
"You all have no manners," snarfled the round girl, mouth full. "I'm Dot. This is Hester," she said, pointing at the tattooed girl. "And this ray of sunshine," she said, pointing at the albino, "is Anadil."
Anadil spat on the floor.
"Welcome to Room 66," said Dot, and with a swish of her hand swept the ashes off the unclaimed bed.
Sophie winced at moth-eaten sheets with ominous stains. "Appreciate the welcome, but I really should be going," she said, backing against the door. "Might you direct me to the School Master's office?"
"Princes must be so confused when they see you," said Dot. "Most villains don't look like princesses."
"She's not a villain," Anadil and Hester groaned.
"Do I have to make an appointment to see him?" pressed Sophie. "Or do I send him a note or—"
"You could fly, I suppose," Dot said, pulling two chocolate eggs from her pocket. "But the stymphs might eat you."
"Stymphs?" asked Sophie.
"Those birds that dropped us off, love," garbled Dot as she chewed. "You'd have to get past them. And you know how they hate villains."
"For the last time, she's not a villain," I said, folding my arms.
The three witches blinked, as if noticing my presence for the first time.
"Who are you?" Anadil asked hostilely.
"Y/n," I replied. "And there's obviously been a mix-up here. I mean, there were three of us children kidnapped this year. Not two. So if you could just point us in the direction of the School Master's office, it'd be very appreciated."
Hester scowled. "Are you. . .friends with this pink thing?" She nodded at Sophie.
I rolled my eyes. "Yes."
"Are you sure we can't kill the princess?" said Anadil.
I stepped forward. "There will be no killing so long as I'm around."
"Then leave."
"Where in the woods do you come from, loves?" Dot asked, diffusing the argument.
"Who the hell knows," I muttered.
"I don't come from the woods," Sophie said impatiently.
Three girls gaped with identically confused expressions.
"What do you mean you 'don't come from the woods'?" said Hester.
"We come from Gavaldon," Sophie said. She sounded close to tears.
"You three seem to know a lot about this place, so I'd be thankful if you could tell me wher—"
"Is that near the Murmuring Mountains?" asked Dot.
"Only Nevers live in the Murmuring Mountains, you fool," Hester groused.
"Near Rainbow Gale, I bet," said Anadil. "That's where the most annoying Evers come from."
"Sorry, I'm lost already," Sophie frowned. "Evers? Nevers?"
"A sheltered Rapunzel locked-in-a-tower type," Anadil said. "Explains everything."
"Evers are what we call Good-doers, love," Dot said to Sophie. "You know, all their nonsense about finding Happily Ever After."
"So that makes you 'Nevers'?" said Sophie, remembering the lettered columns in the stair room.
"Short for 'Nevermore,'" Hester reveled. "Paradise for Evildoers. We'll have infinite power in Nevermore."
"Control time and space," said Anadil.
"Take new forms," said Hester.
"Splinter our souls."
"Conquer death."
"Only the wickedest villains get in," said Anadil.
"And the best part," said Hester. "No other people. Each villain gets their own private kingdom."
"Eternal solitude," said Anadil.
"Sounds like misery," said Sophie.
"Other people are misery," said Hester.
"Gavaldon . . . is that by Pifflepaff Hills?" Dot said airily.
"Oh, for goodness' sakes, it's not near anything," Sophie moaned. She held up her schedule, "SOPHIE OF WOODS BEYOND" at its top. "Gavaldon's beyond the woods. Surrounded by it on all sides."
I glanced down at my schedule. At the top, however, was only my name. There was no "of woods beyond" attached to the end.
Just Y/n.
Not even a last name.
"Woods Beyond?" Hester was saying.
"Who's your king?" asked Dot.
"We don't have a king," Sophie said.
"Who's your mother?" asked Anadil.
"She's dead," Sophie said.
"And your father?" asked Dot.
"He's a mill worker. These questions are quite personal—"
"And what fairy-tale family is he from?" Anadil asked.
"And now they're just plain odd. No one's family is a fairy tale. He's from a normal family with normal faults. Like every one of your fathers."
"I knew it," Hester said to Anadil.
"Knew what?" said Sophie.
"Readers are the only ones this stupid," Anadil said to Hester.
Sophie's clenched her fists. "I'm sorry, but I'm not the stupid one if I'm the only person here who can read, so why don't you look in the mirror, that is if you could actually find one!"
I ran my fingertips across my lips in thought.
Reader.
Why didn't anyone here seem homesick? Why did they all swim towards the wolves in the moat instead of fleeing for their lives? Why didn't they cry for their mothers or try to escape the snakes at the gate? Why did they all know so much about this school?
"What fairy-tale family is he from?"
My eyes found Hester's nightstand. Next to a vase of dead flowers, a claw-shaped candle, and a stack of books—Outsmarting Orphans, Why Villains Fail, Frequent Witch Mistakes—was a knurled wooden picture frame. Inside was a child's clumsy painting of a grotesque witch in front of a house.
A house made of gingerbread and candy.
"Mother was naive," said Hester, picking up the frame. Her face struggled with the memory. "An oven? Please. Stick them on a grill. Avoids complications." Her jaw hardened. "I'll do better."
My eyes shifted to Anadil. A bracelet made of little boys' bones was clasped on her roommate's wrist.
"Does know her witches, doesn't she," Anadil leered. "Granny would be flattered."
The poster above Dot's bed showed a handsome man in green screaming as an executioner's ax sliced into his head.
WANTED: ROBIN HOOD
Dead or Alive (Preferably Dead) By Order of Sheriff of Nottingham
"Daddy promised to let me have first swing," Dot said.
I looked at my three bunk mates in newfound clarity.
They didn't need to read the fairy tales. They came from them.
They were born to kill.
"A princess and a Reader," Hester said. "The two worst things a human can be."
"Even the Evers don't want her," said Anadil. "Or the fairies would have come by now."
"But they have to come!" Sophie cried. "I'm Good!"
"Well, you're stuck here, dearie," Hester said, plumping Sophie's pillow with a kick. "So if you want to stay alive, best try to fit in."
"No! Listen to me!" Sophie begged. "I'm Good!"
"You keep saying that." In a flash, Hester seized her by the throat and pinned her over the open window. "And yet there's no proof."
"Hey!" In a flash I was across the room, yanking Hester away from Sophie, who fell to the floor with a gasp.
I gripped Hester's shirt and shoved her up against the wall. "Stay away from her."
Hester struggled. "Who do you think you are?"
"I said. . ." I slammed Hester's head against the cinder and she yelped.
My eyes flashed. "Stay. Away," I repeated in a low voice.
Something had changed. Hester's eyes widened and she nodded rapidly.
I released my grip, and she slumped against the wall, gaze still trained on me.
I turned to Sophie, who threw a hand over her mouth.
"What?" I asked.
Anadil and Dot's jaws were dropped. They looked almost. . .terrified.
"Why are you all looking at me like that?"
"Your eyes," Sophie whispered. "They're glowing."
A commotion clamored outside the room, and the girls' heads swiveled to the door. It flew open with a crack and four wolves thundered in, grabbed us by the collars, and hurled us into a stampede of black-robed students. Students rammed and elbowed each other; some fell beneath the herd and couldn't get back up.
"Where are we going!" Sophe yelled.
"The School for Good!" Dot said. "For the Welcomin—" An ogreish boy kicked her forward.
As I watched another student take a tumble, I clung to the wall even more.
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Each school had its own entrance to the Theater of Tales, which was split into two halves. The west doors opened into the side for the Good students, decorated with pink and blue pews, crystal friezes, and glittering bouquets of glass flowers. The east doors opened into the side for Evil students, with warped wooden benches, carvings of murder and torture, and deadly stalactites dangling from the burnt ceiling. As students herded into their halves for the Welcoming, fairies and wolves guarded the silver marble aisle between them.
I followed Sophie, grumbling, as she moved to the aisle seats, trying to get the attention of the Good fairies. I opened my mouth to tell her it was useless, but a hand yanked the both of us under a rotted bench.
Agatha tacked us in a hug.
"Agatha!" I gasped. "You're here! And. . ." I surveyed her outfit. "You're wearing pink."
"I know. It's horrible. Listen, I found the School Master's tower! It's in the moat and there's guards, but if we can just get up there then we can—"
"Hi! Nice to see you! Give me your clothes," said Sophie, staring at Agatha's pink dress.
"Huh?"
"Quick! It will solve everything."
"You can't be serious! Sophie, we can't stay here!"
"Exactly," Sophie smiled. "I need to be in your school and you need to be in mine. Just like we talked about, remember?"
"But your father, my mother, my cat!" Agatha sputtered. "You don't know what they're like here! They'll turn us into snakes or squirrels or shrubbery! Sophie, we have to get back home!"
"Why? What do I have in Gavaldon to go back to?" Sophie said.
Agatha blushed with hurt. "You have . . . um, you have . . ."
"Right. Nothing. Now, my dress, please."
Agatha folded her arms.
"Then I'll take it myself," Sophie scowled. But right as she grabbed Agatha by her flowered sleeve, she stopped cold. I listened, ears piqued, trying to hear what Sophie did.
It was then that Sophie took off like a panther. She slid under warped benches, dodged villains' feet, ducked behind the last pew, and peeked around it.
Agatha and I followed, exasperated. "God," I said. "I don't know what's gotten into yo—"
Sophie covered my mouth, and it was then I heard the sounds. Sounds that made every Good girl bolt upright. Sounds they had waited their whole lives to hear. From the hall, the stomp of boots, the clash of steel—
The west doors flew open to sixty gorgeous boys in swordfight.
Sun-kissed skin peeked through light blue sleeves and stiff collars; tall navy boots matched high-cut waistcoats and knotted slim ties, each embroidered with a single gold initial. As the boys playfully crossed blades, their shirts came untucked from tight beige breeches, revealing slender waists and flashes of muscle. Sweat glistened on glowing faces as they thrust down the aisle, boots cracking on marble, until swiftly the swordfight climaxed, boys pinning boys against pews. In a last chorus of movement, they drew roses from their shirts and with a shout of "Milady!" threw them to the girls who most caught their eye.
In the decayed pews, the villains booed the princes, brandishing banners with "NEVERS RULE!" and "EVERS STINK!" (Except for weasel-faced Hort, who crossed his arms sulkily and mumbled, "Why do they get their own entrance?") With a bow, the princes blew kisses to villains and prepared to take their seats when the west doors suddenly slammed open again—
And one more walked in.
Hair a halo of celestial gold, eyes blue as a cloudless sky, skin the color of hot desert sand, he glistened with a noble sheen, as if his blood ran purer than the rest. The stranger took one look at the frowning, sword-armed boys, pulled his own sword . . . and grinned.
Forty boys came at him at once, but he disarmed each with lightning speed. The swords of his classmates piled up beneath his feet as he flicked them away without inflicting a scratch. Sophie gaped, bewitched. I hoped he'd impale himself. But no such luck, for the boy dismissed each new challenge as quickly as it came, the embroidered T on his blue tie glinting with each dance of his blade. And when the last had been left swordless and dumbstruck, he sheathed his own sword and shrugged, as if to say he meant nothing by it at all. But the boys of Good knew what it meant. The princes now had a king. (Even the villains couldn't find reason to boo.)
Meanwhile, the Good girls had long learned that every true princess finds a prince, so no need to fight each other. But they forgot all this when the golden boy pulled a rose from his shirt. All of them jumped up, waving kerchiefs, jostling like geese at a feeding. The boy smiled and lofted his rose high in the air—
I saw Sophie move too late. I ran after her but Sophie dashed into the aisle, leapt over the pink pews, lunged for the rose—and caught a wolf instead.
It gripped her hair and pulled, dragging her back to Evil. Sophie screamed. "Hey!" I launched myself at the wolf and wrapped my arms around his neck. Then I pulled. Hard.
He wasn't fazed. He reached behind and grabbed me, yanking me around to his front. Sophie was long gone by now.
I writhed as the wolf's enormous hand closed over my throat. My feet shot out, catching him in the stomach, and I was dropped to the floor, coughing.
His claws dug into my upper arm like knives. I screamed, kicking to get away from him, but that only made his claws tear into my skin even more.
Then I bit his other arm. The bitter taste of his blood filled my mouth and he yelled, releasing me.
I breathed heavily and scrambled away from him, but my arm began to itch. I looked down where the wolf had sunk his claws into me.
The wounds were stitching themselves up until the skin was clean and pristine once more.
My lips parted in shock. I swiveled my head to Agatha, who was staring at me with her jaw dropped. Then I was being dragged away again, this time by three wolves.
"Hey!" I wriggled and struggled, but their grip was too strong.
I locked eyes with the blond boy across the room. He was staring at me, baffled.
Then the doors to the theater slammed shut, leaving me to be taken down the hall by the wolves. 
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themostwantedphighter · 9 months ago
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*hesitant forehead kiss.*
Please don't shoot stab bite maim or kill me. Have a day.
*well she’s flustered… and also very confused*
“Excuse me-?”
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stabbyfoxandrew · 1 year ago
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If I could make more than one request I would love some more Mafia Restaurant 🥺 (otherwise feel free to postpone it to next week) Thank u 🤍
WIP Wednesday (9/13) | Mafia Restaurant AU
It takes Kevin about six minutes to get the salads the way he wants them, but finally he allows Neil to take the tray. As he starts towards the door, Jean grabs the back of his collar and Neil nearly chokes.
 “What the fuck was that for?" He hisses, spinning around and ready to bite the bastard. Jean curses in French then slams down a few forks and spoons onto the tray.
 “You are the most pathetic excuse for a waiter I’ve ever seen. You didn’t even get the cutlery.”
“Pardon me, monsieur. I’m not used to wining and dining,” Neil snaps. “Killing and maiming, I’m good at. This… Not so much.”
“Well, here’s another hint before you go…” Jean says, tugging Neil backwards again. He twists him around and reaches for the front of Neil’s pants, which has him confused. And a bit worried, considering the amount of knives in the room. Then Jean’s hand comes back with his mother’s pistol. “... leave the fucking artillery in the kitchen where it belongs.”
“Oh. I can’t believe you just said that sentence,” Kevin whines in the corner. Jean places Mary’s gun on the counter and shoves Neil toward the door before he can say anymore.
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noah-moth-cursed-chaos · 2 months ago
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Elbelion Bluepool is @cloudedgalactica 's dragonborn OC. This is something I wrote for the shared au!
"Okay! Try this." Elbelion looked up to see his traveling companion excitedly hand him a skewer, one that looked... A lot like something Elb would have eaten back home in Valenwood. "It probably isn't going to be exactly right-different ingredients and all-but I tried to get close."
"You made bosmer bites?" He took the skewer, trying it and-Zane was right, it wasn't the same, but it was close, and it was good. Zane did continuously prove to be one heck of a cook. "These are amazing." The Argonian straightened a bit with pride.
"I'll keep making them for you then."
And he did, it became the norm for the two of them traveling together that Zane would keep a couple skewers of imitation bosmer bites somewhere in his belongings, and just randomly offer them. It was one of several little habits of his that just became... Expected to Elb. Comforting even. Something familiar and normal in the chaos and confusion he so often found himself in.
And when his and Zane's travels began to drift he never would have expected them to diverge paths entirely. Or the ache that would be left where the company of a friend once was.
But while he had no clue if he had any intention of forgiving what had caused them to split ways, or if Zane would accept his forgiveness if he did offer it, today that wasn't what was on his mind.
Him and Brynjolf were traveling together, the weather was nice, and for once in what felt like ages there were no unexpected surprises in the ruins they were exploring.
No, all in all it was a good, normal day.
So normal in fact that when Brynjolf handed him a skewer, he didn't even think twice before responding, "Thanks Zane-"
The two stared at each other for a moment, and Elb then stared at the skewered meats he'd been handed, which definitely were not the imitation bosmer bites Zane would carry.
"... Didn't know I looked like I had scales, lad, but you're welcome." Brynjolf tried to lighten the suddenly tense mood with a joke.
"Thanks." Elb was much quieter now, eating the skewer as they continued to search for any loot they might have missed.
"... I didn't mean to make ya think of-"
"It's fine, Bryn, let's just keep moving okay?" He didn't want to talk about it. It was easy to forget how much he missed Zane when he was able to be just mad. But the slip up over the skewer brought up a very different set of memories than the bitter argument he'd been thinking of.
"... Right." Brynjolf nodded, pausing before, "... I'm sure he'll come to his senses eventually-"
"Stop. I don't-I do not want to talk about Zane, okay? It was just a slip of the tongue." He took a deep breath and was a bit relieved when Brynjolf reached over and squeezed his hand.
"Sorry, love. Let's check this last room and head back out for some fresh air."
"... Thank you." Whenever the fight did enter his mind there was one part that replayed over and over.
"If I let him live I would have been showing him and the Oculatis that what they did was okay. I could not let the deaths of the family I found stand unavenged, I had to send a message that what they did would not happen again."
And he remembered how willing he'd been to lunge at Mercer when he believed he'd killed Zane, or at the very least lead him to his death. How easily he could have maimed or maybe even killed Mercer just for the point that what had happened was not forgivable.
He hadn't even thought twice when he was asked to kill him. Even with Zane then definitely still alive and standing.
And if he thought too long about that it raised all sorts of questions on if he was that different from Zane after all.
And he definitely did not want to face those questions.
So instead he squeezed Bryn's hand back, and head into the last room.
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namedforvalor · 3 months ago
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I'm just having a hard time trying to understand. The universe. The humanity. The soul, the mind. The way you gave me an infinite being who is capable of anything and yet you expect me to be grateful when they do anything. And yet you expect me to be grateful when they do nothing.
I'm just having a hard time trying to understand how you expect me to understand and then, when I can't, you tell me that's okay, you tell me that's normal, that I'm not supposed to be able to understand, that I could never understand and isn't that the joy of it? Isn't that the wonder? Knowing there's something so much bigger than you that you can't comprehend it? Doesn't that make you want to fall to your knees so maybe you'll be able to angle your head a little better and maybe you'll be able to see it for what it is in all of its immensity? And now its silly to try and understand because we're just humans, aren't we, and how flawed must we be to think that we could understand a god? How silly, how funny, how absolutely blasphemous to try and view the will of god through human eyes. We could never understand, and isn't that the joy of it?
The first sin was trusting each other. The first sin was understanding each other. And I have to believe Adam forgave her- I have to believe that first and foremost Adam forgave her. That when they got cast out, when they recognized their nakedness, when they felt all that shame and confusion, I have to believe Adam was looking at her and Adam forgave her. I have to believe that now that it was just the two of them, lost and alone, abandoned, I have to believe that Adam forgave her. Because that's what I would have done, and that's what most of us would have done. We would have understood and we would have forgiven her. Because we weren't made to hold grudges, we weren't built for hate. We want to understand and we want to forgive and we want to believe in the good and we want to love and be loved anyway- Above all, before anything else, we want to love and be loved anyway. And all Adam did was love her anyway.
To understand a religion is to reject your humanity- There's some part of you that has be suppressed, that has to be tamped down, that has to be tied down, led to the slaughter, forced to swallow something, there's some part of you that has to be killed if you want to live forever, and isn't that death part of the joy of it? To kill the part of you that worries, that wonders, that seeks comfort from other things? The part of you that's unconditional, the part of you that is so wholly human it scares everything spiritual. If you can just kill that, maim that, bite and scratch at it until it's a bloodied pulp, if you can just trust that there's a bigger plan you know nothing about, then you'll be okay. Maybe you'll get lucky and your parents will scoop it out of you before you turn five, when you're still resilient enough for the bleeding to stop on its own. Don't worry, they'll sedate you with talks of pearly gates, mansions, and milky rivers as far as the eye can see. What's your favorite flower? There will be a whole field of it planted for you when you get there, if you'll just let me... Maybe you'll get even luckier and it won't grow back when you turn twenty-five.
Mine came back. To tell you the truth I don't think it ever left. I think of fellowship halls and private schools, Bibles on the nightstand, grandmama's preaching blaring from the kitchen radio because she's too sick to go to church and I feel the spoon scooping into my flesh. I hear The Word and the hymns and the Sunday School songs and I feel the humanity struggling to stay in tact. I hear my mother on the phone, talking to her friends, my dad yelling at the TV about the war and the laws being passed and I feel every part of me trying and failing to understand where all the hate comes from, where all the anger comes from, where all these twisted up ideologies come from. Because I'm five and I want to understand. Because I'm fifteen and I want to forgive, I've already forgiven. Because I'm twenty-five and I want to believe in the good. Because above all, before anything else, I want to love them anyway and I want to be loved anyway.
And if I, flawed as I am, desperate as I am, ignorant as I am, human as I am, if I can love them more than you love them, what does that say about me? What does that say about you? All we ever did was love each other more than you could love us, and what does that say about us? All you ever did was call it a sin, and what does that say about you?
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pbandjesse · 3 months ago
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The event I'm working tonight is winding down with an auction. It's been a pretty nice night. I am looking forward to going home though. I'm tired. I know it's because I'm not sleeping well. I am just really tired and I just wish I could get a full night's sleep.
Some of the issue is the air is so dry. I would pick up a little humidifier today to hopefully help. But I woke up a ton last night just because the inside of my nose was so solidly scabbed and painful. Sucks.
I was at least able to sleep until 9 this morning. When I woke up I was not in the best place mentally. I tried to shake it off but I just felt gross. I made the bed and took a shower and tried to be in a better mood. It sort of worked. Just the convincing of myself.
I got dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast. James left me an egg sandwich and I also cut up an apple and had that with peanut butter. Sweetp was yelling at the backdoor so I let him out but I warned him it was going to be chilly and windy. And he would come back in pretty quickly. Silly.
I worked at my desk for an hour and a half. Just sewing frog legs. I got three color ways sewn and flipped. They still need to be stuffed but I was really happy with the work I did.
Sweetp is funny when I sew. He will sit up against my foot that's on the peddle. He'll bite my ankle. He is just all in my business. I was afraid I was going to squish his tail or foot with my chair because it's rocking. But so far I have not but it still makes me nervous!
I would go upstairs to lay in bed for an hour. I disassembled a charm necklace. And just watched some videos and chilled.
I would do my makeup and got dressed with layers. I really liked my outfit. I didn't plan to wear boots but I am glad I did. I need to put in my sheep skin insoles for extra comfort ASAP. But they were good for now.
I left the house around 1230. And went to Southside diner for lunch. Which was nice. I watched my little videos and ate my food.
I thankfully have not been as quick to nausea but I also am just anxious. I don't know if I am feeling my baby or if it's just pressure cramps in my belly. And like I hope I'm feeling them but I truly don't know. Which then makes my brain try to protect my heart and I just keep going. Well maybe I'm not pregnant anymore. I don't know what's going on in there. I have no evidence good or bad. And I don't know why I feel so worried. But also I am trying to just feel normal. 11 days until my next appointment.
I walked around five below. Got candy and chopsticks. I am missing a bunch of my chopsticks that I keep strategically around the house. So I got replacements. And a sanrio keychain. And that little humidifier I brought up before. It is hello kitty shaped.
And then I was at the museum. I was happy to sit with James for a bit. I got to chat with Paula about the confusion with my pay and she said I'm getting business cards! I got lots of laughs about my home made events name tag and they said they were going to order me a new one too. Feels nice to feel a part of the team.
James went to take their break and I would join Jesse on a walkthrough for a bit to answer some print questions. I would chat with Jessica who is almost ready to have her baby! She made me feel a little more secure. I appreciate that she was willing to listen to me and she told me her good things. It was a nice conversation.
The event tonight was a charity for scholarships for kids who's parents were maimed or killed in workplace accidents. And everyone has been really nice. I felt very on top of stuff. Not the av or tech stuff. Which I had to call Jesse to help with. But everything else has been good.
I would run around with catering for a while. Checking in with the event organizers. But mainly I've been at the desk knitting. I got 5 squares done. Very productive. I also had lovely conversations with people. And the catering had the good focaccia and feta spread. So I was very happy.
Things are winding down now though. So I'm going to go help direct clean up. And hopefully we get to go home early.
I hope you all have a nice night and a good day tomorrow. Be safe. Goodnight!!
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hazbinextgeneration · 1 year ago
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Demon Bride Ch27 Outer Mercy
(DISCLAIMERS AND IMPORTANT INFO!!!: EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'll be keeping it as SFW. Some backstories have been slightly altered for this particular story, and some characters cannonically dead or harmed is alive and well. I own nothing.
Credit to @flanelltees​ for the designs I based the demons off to look more demon-like with tails and pointed ears.
This story will be sfw, but there will be some blood, implied death, fighting, some gore mentioned, and a few other things that will be made aware by warnings. Pay attention to warnings at the top of any chapters just under the summery please.)
Once in the mountain villages it was a custom that once a year on the night of the new year's first moon, an unlucky young lady would be selected and left for the demons to become one of the unlucky few who married such a husband. In exchange for this offering the demons would protect the villages and leave the humans in peace. Until one day a powerful warrior drove the demons away freeing the humans of them. Now 2,000 years later, it's become a tradition that once a year, a new young lady would be picked and wait for her future husband to retrieve her from a shrine in the mountains. And now the lucky tradition would fall upon Y/n L/n. It would be her own turn to take on the tradition and not have to worry about demons. After all that part of the old tradition was just fake, made up by paranoid ancestors. Everyone knew demons didn't exist.
...Right?
(WARNINGS!!!:Karaku IS his own warning, some innuendos, Fighting which will include decapitation, stabbing, biting, scratching, beating, and limbs being cut/ripped off, VERY MUCH GORE, LOTS of blood, some electrocution by Sekido, some people being sliced to pieces by Rui, Kaigaku going chop chop with his sword, Karaku's head literally getting exploded in one point, attempts to claw poison wysteria at the brothers, Y/n clawing her own body at one point BUT ONLY one time, and of course lots of cussing. Urogi's face is somewhat messed up and he almost drowns. Aizetsu gets poisoned by Rui. Karaku also gets kicked in a very unfortunate place. Some people get blown away by wind and crash land, Zohakuten's dragon attempts to eat someone.Rui bites Aizetsu a second time. Reader's head exploded literally. Urogi gets tortured a bit by Rui. ZOHAKUTEN gets pierced through the chest by a branch.)
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Demon Bride Ch 1 Thus It Begins
(WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS!!! EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'l
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A lot of people have been getting confused about some parts of this au so I'll be clearing them up below. Apologies for any confusion.
*Are demons made by Muzan?
No. In this alternate world Demons are essential Yokai and have lived alongside humans for millions of years even before Muzan was born in this story's timeline. HOWEVER there are special circumstances that allow a small handful of powerful demons to turn humans into demons.
*Are breathing styles still present?
Yes. Although they're more of a style used to fight enemies in general created by ancient warriors besides something used against demons in particular.
*Do demons actually age?
Yes. But very VERY slowly compared to humans. Although Yes they do age and eventually die of old age.
*Is Muzan evil in this story?
Not exactly. Demon Bride Muzan (as he shall now be dubbed) HAS done some terrible things that are cannon ex killing, maiming, etc. But if anything he's more of a Neutral Evil and prefers to keep things aligned with how he rules and gaining more power for now. He's not very interested in getting his hands dirty unless he absolutely deems it needed or has no choice.
*Do demons eat humans in Demon Bride?
No. Not at all. Blood works a similar way for demons in DB  like in cannon. Human blood if drank by Demons makes their bodies more healthy than strong,  It helps them live longer and strengthens their immune systems against human diseases and illnesses. 
Except for in large doses. It could be rather DEADLY. If demons drink too much of human blood then they crave it and get bloodlust badly. This is quite dangerous considering that demon would only desire HUMAN BLOOD and nothing else. This Muzan would have no choice but to execute said blood crazed demons. THIS is why there are only a limited amount permitted per year per. 
HOWEVER- There is ONE exception. Demons who carry the DNA of their Master (currently DB Muzan) may drink A TON of human blood without much consequences. By drinking lots of human blood while having DB Muzans blood in their veins, the 12 Kizuki . Not only does consuming large amounts of it keep them super healthy, it increases their life span, makes them stronger and faster and smarter, gives them faster regeneration time, and makes their demon blood arts more powerful. Muzans Blood being present in their veins helps neutralize the bad side effects of consuming so much blood.
Otherwise demons prefer animals, and fruits and vegetables like other humans for food.
*Does the blue spider lily have any importance?
Not too much. DB Muzan can walk in daylight and has power so his cannon self's thirst for power is mostly non-present. Although the blue spider lily is said to hold the power to reverse a demon into a human if mixed right. Not everyone believes this or believes the flower actually exists however.
*How do demon genetics work?
Demon -human hybrids don't exist plain and simple. The ONLY exception is Y/n and it's because of a special reason.
If a demon and human get married and have a child, then the child will always be born 100% human no matter if the mother is demon or human. Human genetics are stronger when mixed with demon so their children will almost always be human however the child will inherit some features From the father. Sometimes there is the rare exception of their child being born a demon but it's higher rare, this chance increases just slightly if the mother is a demon.
However demon genetics in human families skip generations. For example if a demon -human couple had a child then that child would be human. Then that human child married another human and have children. There will be a VERY good chance that human's child or grandchild will be born a FULL BLOODED DEMON because they would still carry the demon genetics in their veins. It just skips generations
*How does Muzan get the human blood?
Bartering, buying, and lots of convincing.
DB Muzan as said is more interested in gathering more power and doesn't have as much killing tendencies as his cannon counterpart. But he still deems human blood vital. Coming to the conclusion that it's better to gather blood without a huge massacre. Because scared humans would only lead to rebellion and he doesn't have time or patience to deal with that headache. So he usually offers alternatives to humans in exchange for the blood. Protection, food, homes, and land. Other cases he offers a small amount of money. But MOST of the demons' blood is donated. Either by humans wanting to be in his good graces or from the main source. Douma's many, many, MANY followers.
The yearly blood drive is overseen by Kokushibo, transported mostly by Enmu, guarded by Akaza, and mostly donated by Douma's efforts. Upper Moon Two is very good at talking humans mostly his followers into donating blood 'for the Gods'. 
*Did you rearrange the 12 Kizuki?
Yes. Mostly because I wanted to include demons that people like and who I find interesting that didn't get a chance to shine too much in the anime or cannon manga.
*What are DB's 12 Kizuki 's roles in the story?
UPPER MOONS: Upper Moon One: Kokushibo- Delegate between humans and demons, as well as in charge of all Twelve Kizuki, also mentor to Kaigaku. When Muzan isn't around he's the top one in charge and usually the one to oversee any important matters Muzan can't.
Upper Moon Two: Douma- Human recruiter, cult leader, and manages main supply of blood to demon. Rumored womanizer as well but that's unknown if it's true or not.
Upper Moon Three: Akaza -security for humans, makes sure no humans fall under intentional harm of demons unless ordered by Muzan, also responsible for keeping the lower moons in line when Kokushibo's busy, is also the upper Moon most humans and demons prefer to deal with for his more docile temperament.
Upper Moon Four: Formerly Hantengu but now that he's retired it's been passed down to his five sons who all share the position: Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi, Zohakuten - Punishers and collectors. In charge of chasing down any traitors or law breakers whether they are human or demon and bringing them in to Muzan or Kokushibo to be decided their punishment, they are also in charge of collecting any owed debts to Muzan whether it be money, land, or even blood.
Upper Moon Five: Formerly Gyokko but he retired much like Hantengu and the position was given to Nakime shortly after: Nakime- communicator between all the twelve kizuki and Muzan himself, she also has the ability to summon them at will and shift about the infinity castle to an extent.
  Upper Moon Six: Gyutaro, Daki- informants and silent assassins. The Red Light district is where the best and worst information is shared, if there is anything that goes against the law or against Muzan himself they'll know it. They're usually the ones that Muzan appointments if he wants a job done more quietly compared to how Akaza and the Hantengu bros usually handle things.
LOWER MOONS:
Lower Moon One: Kaigaku- guardian of the Eastern Mountain border. Doesn't Allow anyone in or out and apprentice of Kokushibo. (Although he is currently Lower Moon Two in the story so far.)
Lower Moon Two: Enmu -Travel controller. In charge of all travel within Muzan's provinces and transports most of the goods in and out of his domains, also responsible for helping Douma bring in other humans. (Although he is currently Lower Moon One in the storyline) Lower Moon Three: Has not been revealed yet but he is the general in charge of most of Muzans inner guards for the Infinity Castle and in charge of the prison Muzan constructed. Can be called a warden and reveals in his job. He's in charge of seeing out all punishments for lawbreakers whether it be a death sentence, life behind bars, or simply something as harmless as forced community service. He usually only answers to Kokushibo since he's usually the one to handle human prisoners delivered by Upper Moon Four.
Lower Moon Four: Yahaba and Susamaru-personal guards to Muzan's wife and child. They are not the strongest of demons, but both work surprisingly well together despite their complete opposite personalities. If anyone dares threaten the  wife and child of the Master their orders are to KILL in sight. They might not have the most exciting job but it's important for the future generation of Demon Lords that no harm fall upon his heir and wife.
Lower Moon Five: Rui- currently in story is not yet been initiated into the Kizuki but has Muzans eye with how special his blood is and how clever he is for a child his age. He also may or may not remind him of himself as a child.  Has plans to train Rui up as a spy with his skills but he hasn't been caught yet. Rui's long term escape both impressed and annoys him.
Lower Moon Six: Kyogai- record keeper. Documents any important event in their history, any information Muzan would want or need, also in charge of documenting many laws, deaths, births, and marriages. Also may or may not be an author of many currently popular books, stories, and poems.
*Will Muzan be a love interest in the story? 
No. This a reverse harem story with the members of the 12 Kizuki ONLY (both past and present in cannon manga). Also in story Muzan is already married to Rei, and has no interest in y/n other than her unique blood.
*What's the hierarchy system in DB?
It's simple. There's 6 main levels of the hierarchy system.
Muzan: Demon lord himself. But he doesn't like being referred to as king, emperor, etc. Mostly prefers to go by 'Lord Muzan' or 'Master' nothing else. Only his wife and child can get away with even saying his single name. 
Directly between him and the 12 Kizuki is of course his own family.
Then the 12 Kizuki themselves. They have their own separate hierarchy system and the lower ranking ones obey the higher ones.
Directly under them are the Kizuki's own families and the more wealthy clans of demon nobility. Demon nobility have the honor of living in the Infinity Castle's higher levels along with a select few humans who either married into said families or Muzans deemed useful, and of course the families of the 12 Kizuki are moved into the Infinity Castle as a sign of social status.  Under the demon nobility is the few humans nobility Muzan has allowed to thrive, and below them are the rest of the common people and demons who live regular lives and jobs. Servants, farmers, teachers, black smiths etc.
*Can demons walk in sunlight?
Yes. Demons can walk in sunlight since these demons are not like the ones in canon. However there is one important demon who can't and no it's not Muzan.
*Can demons be killed?
Yes. But only a few things can. Here's a list. Demons can be killed by stronger more powerful demons, nichirin metal, any part of the wysteria plant, cutting off a demon's head with said nichirin metal, old age (tho it'll take a long time) and any personal weaknesses to THAT particular demon.
Ex: A demon may have a weakness to the cold and can die if his body gets cold enough.
Demons also have allergies and can get sick like humans which can also kill them. It's one of the reasons they drink human blood to strengthen themselves.
*How do blood battles work?
Blood Battled take place when one member of the Kizuki is challenged for their position. Any demon may challenge a member of the Kizuki, or sometimes they take place amongst the Kizuki themselves. The battles are usually ruthless but only sometimes ends in death. Most times it ends when one demon reached his or her limit. They're usually overseen by Muzan or Upper Moon One.
*What kind of marriage laws are there?
I know this was already explained in an earlier chapter but a few are still confused so I'll explain it. There's a few laws on both courting and marriages and both are different.
COURTING 
1. If a demon wishes to court another then they usually do things to show their worth. Example being bringing back big game like elk or bear to prove they can provide food or gifts of silk or jewelry to show off wealth. Sometimes they'll even spare with a love interests' family member to show off strength.
2. The official courting process must be for at least one year or more.
2. ONLY demons or humans 20 or older may be courted/do any courting.
3. ANY and ALL demon-human courtships must be made aware to and approved by Kokushibo, Akaza, or Muzans himself. A lot of humans are unaware of a demon's courting/marriage progress and there has been many deadly misunderstandings in the past where a demon has fought and even killed a human woman's lover over a misunderstanding. So to ensure there's no more incidents it's usually Akaza or Kokushibo who's in charge of making sure there isn't anymore issues like that. 
4. Unless it's an arrangement by the head of her family, the woman has every right to reject any courting or proposal.
MARRIAGES
There's usually two ways a demon proposes to another.
1. A confession of feeling: the simplest and most common, a demon with simply state their feelings and if the recipient states she 'accepts their feelings' the engagement is on. 
2. Confession of personal gift: a more personal proposal. Usually a male will craft a gift of some sort or offer something personal to them. Same as it's accepted, the engagement is on. 
3. Engagements may also be arranged by the heads of families but only between demons for their own reasons. 
4. Any marriages are only performed if both parties are of sound mind and age.
5. Any human-demon marriages usually are looked over by Akaza or Kokushibo as well in case.
6. Polygamy relationships are allowed however if another wishes to be married into a relationship then all the people in said relationship must agree. Any one 'No' and it won't happen.
7. Again unless arranged, a woman has a right to reject any proposal.
8. Usually women propose or persue someone they wish for the entire month of January. There's no laws stating they can't outside of January but it's more of a tradition to keep it in January as a celebration of sorts for the new year. During this time they're usually given a dowry by their families to give as a courting gift to whomever they wish.
9. A marriage is usually performed by a priest for humans and for demons it's one of the 12 Kizuki or Muzan himself if they're lucky enough. Unsurprisingly it's usually Kyogai or Kokushibo who does the performance or oversees it.
Also a BIG bonus to the story for later. Actually...there isn't any laws against a reverse harem or for multiple suiters to court one person at a time. Nobody's just never bothered to notice until later in the story. 
I hope this answers a lot of questions about the world of DB. Thanks for reading. Now onto the chapter below.
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He couldn't breath.
He couldn't move. 
He was going to die and there wasn't anything he could do to stop it! 
Muscles were tightening up so much that they cramped up in the most pain he had ever experienced in his life. It was getting harder for his lungs to expand. His throat was starting to clench tight that he choked on any air he could get inside him. Too little oxygen to even say anything. His sight was starting to blur next, tears streaming down his face and falling to the ground. He long since couldn't hear much of anything as he felt his body start to shut down in on himself. It hurt...He was going to...
He didn't even...get to say goodbye...
He wouldn't even..get to tell them...
"I'm sorry....I love you..."
"I'm sure they love you too." A soothing hand touched his face. The cramped, tightened muscles almost relaxing as it did so. Aster flowers filling what little oxygen he was able to get. "You're hurt."
Who was this? A reaper? Was it a spirit? He couldn't have been dead yet, at least he didn't think so. He still felt pain. Wait. If he was in pain still does that mean he went to hell? No,no. The spider venom must've reached his brain already and gave him hallucinations no matter how comforting or real it felt. Funny how in your most feared moments, your senses heighten and you're highly aware of things. But then why did he feel his left hand lift? A pained wheeze couldn't help but escape his throat not enough oxygen to even wail in agony. Whatever soft thing holding his hand paused just staring at it before the same voice chimed back in.
"This looks like a spider bite but even a tarantula couldn't be big enough to leave THIS big of a wound....Oh no." He whimpered as something skimmed over the wound on his hand. "Rui." There was a hitch in his breath. "Shh. Shh. Don't worry. You'll  be alright. I'm NOT going to let you die."
Something strong pulled him into an embrace against a chest. An arm pushed it's way under his back and legs and he felt weightless. His head falling to lay quietly in the crook of his shoulder as he was lifted. Slowly blue eyes opened, looked up, and it was like all the breath was squeezed out of him again. Moonlight shined off purple orbs perfectly as a gentle smile was given back to him. 
"You're going to be alright. Just hang in there for a little bit longer. Breath with me. Breath in through your nose and out of your mouth in deep slow breaths. You need to relax your body to slow the effects."
His gaze met one he'd never seen before gazing down at him with such tenderness he'd never been held in (literally-) before she turned back away from him and began moving faster than he was. He could almost fall asleep like this. Laid in the crook of this lovely one's kindness, just watching the moonlight bounce off her eyes, the beautiful scent of aster flowers lulling him to sleep. Unconsciously he curled into the warmth of the body listening to the heartbeats..A hand of his reached to his own chest as he felt his own heart beats. And sighed knowingly. He was glad his father was so considerate to find him a bride so perfect.
A WAIL OF AGONY CRIED OUT INTO THE NIGHT.
"You little brat!! This isn't any fun!! When I get my talons struck into you I'll- GGGAAAARRRHHHGGG!!!"
A small pale figure hummed before stretching out the webbing in his hands before clasping his hands together and the wailing stopped. "It seems like you're mistaken about who's holding power over the other now."
Next to him Kaigaku was just watching the dangling harpy demon get pulled apart and sliced by the sharp webs he was tangled up in. The small fry had introduced himself as Rui when he had asked him for a name and then the child calmly and casually started to torture the third demon after having his head sliced off by Kaigaku. He made no efforts to stop Rui from producing blood red webbing and securing the scum between two trees to them manipulate him like a puppet on a string. If anything he found it amusing and a bit intriguing to see the new Upper Moon Fours so powerless against them..If he was being honest he expected more of a challenge from demons more than five ranks above him. But that still begged the question-
"Are you going to answer this time then you bastard?" Kaigaku felt his patience wearing thin for this and his katana never resheathed even if the threats were taken cared off. He stared at the back of the decapitated head dangling from a web. Rui had told him it would be safer to point Urogi's head away from them since he can use his voice to stun others. "What. Do you. Want. With. MY. Fiance?!"
"And My mother." The threads creaked as they were splayed out again, slower between his fingers. "I find it insulting  you would try to separate us."
Urogi hissed fangs grinding against each other hard when he felt one thread in particular tighten around his right fingers threatening to snap them all off his hand. Annoying brat!! Dam samurai!! He couldn't even blast his way out using his voice! They kept him facing away which wasn't doing him any favors at the moment. 
"I TOLD you!! We only really WANT that dam brat!! It was the entire plan!! We were only going to take him but the girl wouldn't let him go and she was taken along for the ride!!" Although...Now Urogi DID want her and Karaku as well by the sounds of him. Threads tightened more- "AHRG!! I SWEAR THAT'S IT!!"
"THEN WHY DID THAT FUCKING BROTHER OF YOURS TELL ME THAT SHE'S SUPPOSED TO MARRY ONE OF YOU UNWORTHY ASSHOLES?!"
"OW- Our father met her in the woods! She agreed to it when he offered it up on a silver platter!"He dared to chuckle. "Guess you're not as romantic as- AH!!"
Rui narrowed his eyes. "Why have you been chasing me? I couldn't possibly have anything you'd desire."
"It's not us that wants you brat!! We were ordered to come get you!"
"Ordered by who?"
"GAAHAAA!! THE MASTER!! THAT'S WHO!!"
Kaigaku took that moment to pause..and slowly turn to the head facing away from them. Did he just-...Did he say the MASTER?! As in...THE Master?! His eyes widened. Why would the most powerful demon of all time want to order these assholes to get a bloody runt of a child of all people?! He was just a little boy!! No real life experience what do ever. It made him growl and s harsh fist grabbed at the head's throat making it hiss as it was forcefully turned to face his snarl.
"Now why would HE of all people want you to do that?"
Urogi gave a snarl back eyes narrowing. "I. Don't. Know. Im only following orders."
The black nailed hand released the head and pushed it away. Great. This entire situation just kept getting better and better didn't it? Now what was he supposed to fucking do about it?! It's not like it could be any worse with the Master now involved in the mix- His ear twitched. Footsteps came running back up towards them from the back and it caused both demons to spin around, katana raised and face snar-....He blinked...ling- What the fuck was that-
"Mother,  why are you carrying that demon?"
The footsteps weren't from one of the Upper Moon Four Brothers. It was from a woman running towards when with a demon in blue cradled bridal style in her arms. He could only stare jaw dropped in disbelief as the woman literally ran up with ONE OF THEIR ENEMIES cradled like a child in her arms and jolted to a stop panting in front of the actual pale child who offered up the threads between his fingers out to her. 
"It's a little too late for me to be to be  torturing him considering he's not going to survive past another hour or so." The red webs creaked. "But I can still slice him to pieces however if you oh so wish-"
"NO!" Immediately the woman pulled the cradled demon away from Rui's outstretched hands which surprised the boy that he'd even get a scowl from her in the first place. "Rui, you poisoned him! "
"Yes. I already mentioned that. Honestly Im a little impressed he hasn't died as of yet, usually it doesn't take so long for someone to die from the Spider Clan's venom, but he must hold a lot more power than I thought if his body's able to fight it." He paused hands slowly lowering. An intense stare being given at the barely breathing demon I'm blue. "Hm. In fact,  it probably won't kill him. He could just sleep it off and be fine the next morning."
"Rui." A scowl crossed the woman's face, an expression of anger and one that paused the younger one in his tracks. It was also a look Kaigaku knew and seen, but neither expected the next sentence to tumble out of her mouth. "You better have an antidote for this."
"Of course I do. It would be stupid if I didn't in case something went bad."
"Well then what is it?!"
The threads creaked as his pupil shrank in size and slowly looked back up to her. ''Are you telling me to heal this man?..Mother." Threads creaked more. "I thought you knew better than tha- AH!!"
Kaigaku blinked. Behind him Urogi yelped as his body tumbled down from the trees and landed with a loud thud behind him followed by an 'OOF'. The woman who was fiercely fighting an Upper Rank one moment ago, had detached a hand away from the cradled man held in her arms only to latch itself onto the boy's ear and tug painfully causing Rui to stumble on his words and hiss at the new pain he's never experienced from any of his other parents.  Something new. Rui. For the first time ever. Was being reprimanded and scolded.
"Rui Ayaki!! You better do as I say young man!!"A long string of 'Ow, ow, ow' left his mouth as she hissed and narrowed her eyes in the way only a mother demon could, tugging the child closer whom had one eye closed as his tinier hands hitting the arm attached to him. "Haven't I told you hurting people because they anger you is wrong?! Self defense is one thing but when you do it deliberately that just makes you as bad as them! Now are you going to tell me the antidote or am I going to have to give you a harsher punishment?!"
"Ok! Ok! Ok! I will, I will! Just please let go!" Her eyes narrowed more... before she let go and he hissed a hand rubbing his ear with a whimper, but judging by the scowl on her face, she wouldn't fall for those puppy dog eyes. "Hmph! I don't see why you'd want to heal him-"
"Rui!", She warned.
"I have a counter venom." He pouted looking annoyed at her. "If I bite him a second time with the different venom it'll go through his bloodstream and eliminate the original deadly venom he first received. He might feel exhausted afterwards but he should be fine considering his body is doing a good job countering the venom by itself anyways."
"Do it."
"W-What?"
"Bite him again and cure him. NOW!!"a Kaigaku and Rui exchanged glances- "And untie that man behind you this instant! I didn't drag him out of a lake for him to die either!"
"... Alright Mother. If that's what will please you, but if they try anything else I won't hesitate to kill without mercy."
Shallow breathing escaped the cradled form. He barely was able to register something moving in on him, barely able to feel something move his arm, barely knew something pushed his sleeve push back from his arm- What he did feel was the sharp pierce of fangs into flesh. A throb of pain pulsated throughout his body. Blue eyed pupils shrank. A head was thrown back. Fangs were exposed from a mouth. And he shrieked.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The cry of a pain echoed throughout the world, echoing out into the night and causing all of the creatures to stir and flee from them. ..Well all except a few of them.  Red and yellow eyes looked up at the sky, and started heading towards the shriek that called him forth. Those idiots. They couldn't even manage to catch a child by themselves could they? No wonder he always had to tag along with them on every mission. Sigh. Oh well. By the sounds of it Aizetsu was in trouble again. Figures. The youngest of his quadruplet brothers always seemed to fall behind in these things. No matter. He'd fix it like he always did. He just hoped they didn't mess it up too much. 
A shivering mess of a man curled up into a warm body as yellow eyes narrowed up at the other demons. Urogi currently held his poisoned brother close to himself protectively. Aizetsu just trembled leaning against Urogi as a kind hand rubbed his shoulder soothingly. A sweet voice cooing about how brave he was and that he would be ok. Eventually he turned his head with a whimper and held his arms out, of course the sweet person was kind enough to bring him into an embrace.
"T-T-This is the most u-unbareable pain I-Ive ever been in." He leaned further into her hold as Urogi joined as best as he could, making direct eye contact with A furious Kaigaku as he gave a little bird like chirp that earnt him a fascinated hand rubbing his cheek.
"I never knew demons could make those sounds."
"Just me feather.~ And they're all for you.~" he waggled his brows making Kaigaku seeth. "What fortune that two of us would be saved by such a beautiful woman on the same day.~"
Aizetsu sighed snuggling into the place under her chin. "I think I've fallen quite hard and I can't get back up without you.~"
Kaigaku. SEETHED. His fangs grit together hard enough to possibly crack from the pressure but still those two dared to rub it in his face- Ok. Only Urogi did but he still had no right touching HIS woman!! Despite the threatening katana held shaking in rage, Urogi only gave off a disgusting Birdy till that had her cooing in curiosity and wiping a hand across his cheek. He was lucky his wings were still weighed down by water and Y/n was close enough to be hurt if he tried swinging. Dam him!! Otherwise he would've found his head lobbed off again. 
"Y/n. Let's GO now before those other bastards come back!!," He yelled pointing a hand at them. "That red eyed assholes gonna find his head eventually and that pervert won't be gone forever!"
"I agree. I won't have enough venom to take care of all of them all. We should flee while we still have time to."
She sighed and made to get up. A sad chirp leaving Urogi and Aizetsu being nothing but a whimpering mess whining when she shifted her hold on him and pushed him towards Urogi's arms instead. Blue sleeved arms grabbed weakly at her kimono sleeves as she attempted to push him away and stand.
"Nnnnooooo," he whined making weak grabbing motions at her. "Stay with me I beg you. *Sniff* I love you."
"Technically I called dibs first...But we can share if that makes my baby brother feel better."
"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!!" A pale grey hand grabbed the woman by the back of her kimono yanking her away and into the arms of Kaigaku who hissed. One arm holding her firmly against his side, the other holding his katana at them. The blood from beheading the Demon brothers still staining the shiny steel. "SHE'S TAKEN!! M.I.N.E. TAKEN!! AND ITLL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE THE LOT OF YOU ALL SEDUCE HER FROM ME!!"
"You're being dramatic, Kaigaku." She hissed from his side and pushed against his arm. "There's no more danger anyways so why don't you just let u-"
BUM
Everyone froze as they heard it. A strong heartbeat floating over the rustling of tree branches creaking and leaves rustling against themselves as it's terror pierced their heats with ice and made wondering eyes look around wildly in the darkness.
BUM BUM BUM BUM
What was that sound? It sounded so familiar to him yet so different than anything he's ever heard at the same time. Both Upper Moon Four Brothers looked up to the sounds as well silently before they both exchanged looks with each other, and Urogi spread a wide smile across his face and chuckled. That chuckle caught the attention of blue-black eyes snapping back at him.
"What is that?" Little footsteps shuffled closer until Rui hid himself behind the woman's legs looking around wide eyed. "The drum man?"
"...No. It can't be Kyogai." Kaigaku said slowly suspicion making his eyes narrow at the harpy. Urogi wouldn't be smiling like they've won if it was Kyogai. Both of them ranked far higher than him so there's no way he'd be intimidated by the ninny. It also wouldn't make sense for him to be out here. He doubted Lower Moon Six knew where they were, and besides that didn't sound anything like Kyogai's drum. His Tsuzumi drums were more high pitched and light. This drum's beats were much, much deeper and louder. His sixth sense bristled with the aura of  a much more powerful presence. His eyes narrowing more and snarling at Urogi. "That's NOT him."
Then who could it be-
B U M
Birds flew out past the moon overhead as they were shrieked and cawed in fear from a rumbling deep in the forest. Making him snap his attention towards the trees behind them. Something moved. Thickened creaking and groaning noises like that of thick trees swaying in the wind, except there was something..VERY wrong about all this. No wind was blowing and even if it was no wind could move a tree in such a way to produce such noises no unnatural. He glared at the shadows of creaks and groans. They weren't alone. And it WASN'T one of the four demons they already fought. The many pairs of eyes peered around in the darkness silent except for the wooden hellish noises and Urogi's constant giggles which weren't helping at all. The katana was raised in the air- Kaigaku's head snapped to o the left, eyes wide, and then the world tumbled. The woman shrieked as an inhumanly fast push forced her to the ground, just as the child screamed at something forced over him. Both sprawling onto the cold dirt ground. Just as something  HUGE and LARGE and DEADLY LAUNCHED ITSELF OUT AT KAIGAKU FROM THE TREELINE. The thunder breathers pupils shrank as a monster of wooden fangs and death came at him mouth wide open. He made to duck, really he did, but something grabbed onto his arm and sunk into the flesh and clothing. Kaigaku screamed as he was thrown up into the air carried away by a serpant made of wood.
"KAIGAKU!!!"
Her eyes only widened hearing the screech from his lungs before forcing herself to roll on her back. And purple eyes could only widen as she saw the demon snarling like a rabbid animal cursing and bashing his empty free hand into the wooden dragon head over and over again while it dangled him I'm mid air. Oh no, oh no- That dragon! Monster!... Creature?! Whatever it was, it had Kaigaku's sword arm in its mouth!! That wasn't good!! Kaigaku couldn't fight without his sword!!
"MOTHER!! LOOK O-"
B U M
BANG-!!!
  Dirt and smoke flew everywhere as an explosion went off right next to the woman. Her body was thrown up into the air, and as light as a feather her body flew. Lightness coursed through her body leaving her with nothing but a sudden weightlessness, her ears rang when there wasn't any silence. The sight of Rui being half dangled from the mouth of a second wooden dragon graced her eyes for just the briefest of seconds, his mouth open in a silent scream as his hands uselessly hit the wooden mouth holding him hostage.  Another and another dragon head gathering around the first two. And then the full feeling of her weight  came back down onto her. Her body thudding against the ground and rolling.  Instincts that weren't hers kicked in and a few rolls later  she stopped herself on her knees. A hiss escaping her throat and fangs bared at the new threat.
H I S S!!!
"Must you both always be the ones that need help the most?" A smaller figure stepped out into the moonlight. "I swear it's so dam annoying."
Urogi laughed. "Hey baby brother. You arrived just on time to have fun!"
"*Sigh* It's always games with you and Karaku."
A new brother had appeared. And  he was intimidating. He was younger than the other older brothers,  and couldn't have been older than fifteen or sixteen years old at most. When he continued to walk into the moonlight towards his brothers, the more feathers were revealed to the eye. These demons were definitely related to one another. They all had the same skin tone,  forehead horns, and messy black hair. The only difference was that this younger demon had much shorter hair than the others. The black hakama pants he wore was decorated in gold and patterned cloth, same as his chest when a golden armor plate sat resting on his torso, while a pair of purple earrings dangled from his ears. In all honesty he looked a lot like a younger version of Sekido but there was really two major differences. The first was his eyes. He was the only demon to have his pupils be a different color than his sclera, pupils being golden in color and sclera being red. The second thing was the floating ring of drums just drifting behind his back. It wasn't even attached to him!! Just floating there just an inch from his back. How was he doing that?! He held two things that looked like thick wooden sticks in his hands and she got the impression they were a lot deadlier than she thought. He stopped in front of his two brothers before lazily turning his head to the woman now standing and hissing at him...he rose a single brow.
"A woman? Tch. Don't tell me it took you so long because Karaku was distracted by a pretty face again...Where is that idiot anyways?"
"Haha! He was blown away quite far and I think Sekido lost his head again."
The younger brother gave him a look. "'Again?' Gods above you four are as incompetent as a headless chicken! Fine then. I'll fix this."
With a hiss the woman ran forward, claws out and teeth bared at the younger demon who didn't even bat an eye-
BUM
Blood sprayed the ground as a pressure unlike anything she's ever felt blasted out. The trees creaked and cracked under the pressure. Branches fell out from the tops of the trees and hit the ground with many thuds, leaves scattering the ground like an unholy offering. Bones cracked and a body was sent thudding along the ground until what remained of her laid there. Headless. Breathless.
D E A D
"NNNNOOOOO!!!"A voice pierced out through the air. Terror, shock, and pain echoed out into the woods. But it wasn't a stranger's cry. If it was Zohakuten wouldn't have paid attention. It was the familiar voice that made the young demon snap his head to the brother of yellow eyes whom cried out on anguish and stared in horror at the sight. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! OH! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE D O N E?!"
"What's the big deal? It's just a weak woman who wasn't smart enough to back away."  Aizetsu was acting strangely. Not wailing like Urogi who gave a Hawks cry of pain and slapped a wing on the ground. However both were looking as if their own father was killed in front of them. "Why are you two acting like this?"
"N O!!" 
A taloned hand clawed at the dirt leaving deep claw marks in the dirt. It puzzled the younger brother at his brothers' reactions- AIZETSU. WAILED. A cry that carried over the world. That cry-  Zohakuten found his feet stumbling back a few steps, a blue eyed body weakly throwing itself out of taloned grips and pawed weakly at the ground before his weak arms gave out and sent himself face planting into the dirt. Deep sobs wracking his body to fight the globs of tears rolling down his cheeks for first place in the sorrow race. He could only stare... W-What the...What the hell was going on here? Why were they acting like this?! He hadn't seen them react this way since their mother's funeral.  What's gotten into them-
C R A C K!!!
He froze.  
Pain exploded from his body in the middle of his chest. Blood sprayed all over the ground as copper filled the air as his body went rigid. And every froze. And everyone stared at the Upper Moon Four. And the tree branch stabbed straight through his chest. It was a small one that still had leaves clinging into it now died red, and just small enough to pass through himself. He had froze in shock at the sudden attack... Before slowly looking down and just staring at the branch. ..Huh. That happened.
"...Im-.. Impossible."
Both brothers stared not at their baby brother. But at the woman behind him whom firmly gripped the other side of the branch. Veins bunched up all through her body as a silent glare shot through the slightly smaller demon before her. 
"N-No human could survive a beheading..."
Shocked silence still sounded out. Thick purple nails shot themselves into the branch deeply,veins surging throughout her arms. Zohakuten slowly looked back up. A feeling of rage coursing through silently. He slowly turned his head over his shoul-
BLOOD DEMON ART
The branch bloated up creaking.
FLORA BOMB
B O O M!!
A massive explosion went off. Blood went everywhere. Brothers shrieked and coward away at the strong smell of orange lilies. There wasn't any screams as Zohakuten disappeared partially. No sounds. No complaints. Just ...BOOM. And he was gone. Mostly. Blood dropped everywhere, including sprayed all over her body. In her claws was the smoldering remains of a branch which smelt strongly of smoke and orange lilies.  And there Zohakuten laid in a state of shock. Everything half his chest down gone in a flash, surrounding him was splinters of wood and blood splatters. The woods remained silent other than the sounds of crying and more curses from a furious samurai still up in the air-
"M O T H E R!! MOTHER, IT HURTS!! MAKE IT STOP!!"
....
THUD-
What was left of the branch was chucked aside as slow footsteps made their way slowly towards the wooden serpant holding the child. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Golden and Blue eyes wide turned their heads following the slow walking of the woman as she slowly, slowly walked no...She LIMPED, SLIGHTLY SWAYING as she stopped in front of the particular before pausing....And then slowly looking up at the beast. She seemed to silently think... Before in one motion thick purple arms shot down and each hand embedded within the flesh of her thighs dragging down slightly enough to stain her hands a red.
BLOOD DEMON ART
Claws were held back up, stained red and the blood literally dripping off in the shapes of rose petals emitting a dangerous Floral scent. 
PERFUMED SLASHES
C R A C K-
Rui cried out in fear as his world swayed dangerously from up in the air. His small hands digging into the bark and gripping painfully as the monster holding him roared out in pain loud enough to hurt his ears and waved it's head dangerously.  He cried out more as it dipped forward and he got a good look at the dizzying heights that made a light feeling ache in his feet and a heavy rock in his guts. He cried out again but that wasn't what made both struggling demons stop. It was the woman's shriek of pain that made the black haired samurai limp....before a death grip hardened on the katana before a low snarl escape his mouth, air sucked into his lungs, electrons surging on fire.
BLOOD DEMON ART THUNDER BREATHING FOURTH FORM DISTANT THUNDER
Rui screamed as splinters flew everywhere. Any grip leaving his body as he was tossed up just a few feet into the air..And then he found himself plummeting. Woods splintered as beasts were Slayer wood fell into the depths of the earth. And black abyss plummeted into night seething with vengeance.
"I had enough of this. It's just a girl and stupid child!" A deadly form loomed over the woman clutching her middle coughs being the only thing escaping her curled up form which shook from the gash her body endured. She was almost able to fully claw her way through one of his pets which wouldn't do at all. His incompetent brothers didn't even try to do anything to stop her!! It pissed him off to no end!! Of FUCKING COURSE he'd be the one who'd have to fix this. Splinters and wood starting to rain down as his cracks were formed. "AND IM TIRED OF YOU'RE INTERFERENCE!!"
Red-yellow eyes met blue-black ones. One of rage. One of an unknown inner emotion unknown to the first. A hand quickly raised.
BUM
One last beast opened its mouth. Fangs cascading open as deadly lightning spoke fourth. Aiming expertly at the black demon
BLOOD DEMON ART BOLT OF DEATH
He was finished. Blue and red lights flashed, charged with the promise of death and the guarantee of an end filled with pain and suffering no one would soon forget. Like he knew the lights were on their way to their target-
"ZOHA!!  NO!! LIGHTNING GIVES HIM STRENGTH-"
A swarm of fireworks exploded. Blinding lights lighting up the night and cultivating in one powerful pulsating pressurized beat. Enveloping black within their bright deadly hands to chase the darkness. However the abyss wouldn't be scared away so easily. As power surges, and hope for a few depleted, for once it wouldn't be the light that was the savior but death's dark lightning that charged with the force given by the dazzling fireworks.
BLOOD DEMON ART THUNDER BREATHING SIXTH FORM
Eyes met on his decent. The blackest bat out of hell. The stinging of hot iron never felt more welcoming to the embrace of his hands gripped and held high above his head. Air, oxygen, fuel to engage the burning fire of  death. Zohakuten's pupils shrank colorful fireworks dancing being replaced with blackened promises of vengeance.
RUMBLE AND FLASH
Black. That's the only thing that filled their eyesight as a sword struck down. And the earth trembled. Ground and earth shook. Dirt flew high from the crater made from contact. Bodies with their mouths open and detached heads lulling from their bodies. Pain shooting out alongside the silent screams. Black lightning blended into the night perfectly as trees fell, creaking and sending splinters flying in all directions. Animals cried out in fear from the avalanche of energy running for their lives. Until silence rang supreme. And all was still again.
Heavy breaths were given to the silence around him and not much else. The faint slight sizzling perhaps from the smoldering wood around them. The few cries of pain from three demons. And the whimpering cries of a curled up woman. Footsteps approached quickly towards a curled up woman laying on the ground, pale hands gripping onto the breathing flesh. And she was soon after lifted up from the cold cracked ground. Limp she was in his arms and easy to lift despite his own tiredness. He....He must've used a lot more energy in that final attack than he meant to.
"Is she alright?!" A tiny figure slowly descended from high above. Rui's feet then soon touched the ground as he let go of a single long thread of spider web. Thank goodness one of the nearby trees had withstood the lightning storm. He barely managed to shoot a web at it's branches in time to stop his fall. But he looked concerned as he toddled over to the other adults. "She's not dead is she?!"
"OF COURSE SHE'S NOT DEAD!!", Kaigaku snapped back annoyed at the small fry. "She just fainted is all!" In reality he was very relieved to see her just practically asleep, but the splatters of blood across the various parts of her body was highly concerning. "But ..She should be looked over."
Rui merely peered at the woman limp in his grip before pausing and snapping his head around behind them. "WATCH OUT!!"
Blackened eyes turned two late as a flash of green shot out from the darkness. "Yiu look like you're having fun! You wouldn't mind me joining would you?!" 
An arm was raised. Kaigaku had a choice to make. His arm did not go to his katana but a white kimono next to him.  FWAP!! screams rang out as a torrent of wind pushed through the air, MUCH MUCH MUCH stronger than all the others. And off it carried three screaming bodies into the night sky surrounded by wood debry and air. They echoed for a few seconds before silence again rang out. And then he laughed.
"THAT WAS SUCH FUN!! I'VE NEVER BEEN BLOWN AWAY BY MY OWN ATTACKS BEFORE!!" His heartbeats sounded loud and clear remembering a certain woman. "And I've never met such an exciting girl!!~ She makes my heart race and my adrenaline pump!~ I want to track her down and fight her again!!~ I'm going to have so much fun loving her!~"
"KARAKU YOU DAMMED IDIOT!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!" 
The green eyed demon turned....and laughed at Sekido all soaking wet and holding his decapitated head. "Look at you! You look like Urogi dropped you in a lake! Did you seriously get your head cut off AGAIN?!"
"SHUT UP!! WHERE'S THE OTHERS?!"
"Um.." That WAS a good question. He looked around them and saw his three other brothers slowly starting to pull their sliced bodies back together again. "Over there. Over there...And a little bit up there."
"DAMMIT!! PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER YOU IDIOTS!! WE HAVE TO FIX KARAKU'S FUCK UP!! AND FAST!!"
"HAHAHA! My mistake? How is this any of my fault?"
"YOU BLEW AWAY THE BRAT YOU STUPID IMBECILE!!" Karaku froze mouth open as reality struck him. "YOU ALSO BLEW AWAY THE GIRL WE COULD'VE USED AS BAIT!! NOW WE'RE FUCKING BACK TO SQUARE ONE BECAUSE OF YOU!!!"
"....shit."
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