#Therma draws kill me

[debb987]

THE JUMPSCARE AHHHH *sobs, weeps, dies* ofc, ofc, baby Raph just in the process of getting some of his multiple scars, look at that limp arm, AHHHH QnQ

Baby raphie qmq @debb987

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Crimson Red: Prologue

CHARACTERS | Levi, Erwin, Petra, Hange, Moblit, Mike, Nanaba, Eld, Oluo, Gunther, Kenny, Erwin’s Father, Kuchel, Frieda Reiss, Nile Dok, Yelena, Marie

RELATIONSHIPS | Levi x Erwin

GENRE | Mystery, Thriller, Romance, Dark Academia

IV | Blood and gore, Blood and violence, Alternate universe - modern setting/high school/ boarding school, angst and fluff and smut, knife kink, knife play, drama & romance, eventual romance, eventual smut, emotional manipulation, cults, rituals

SUMMARY | Sina Academy of Excellence and Inquiry is the best boarding school in all of England, producing over time leaders of Nations and outstanding personalities in society as well as being the perfect environment for your child to flourish in, spending his time with specially trained staff to support his need and wonderful, well behaved peers like him. We only have two rules: don't go in the woods and do not try to go through locked doors.

From the statement above one would have assumed that Sina was the perfect school and that the rules that were imposed were just for their children's safety, but as Levi joins the school at the beginning of his senior year, he uncovers a secret so putrid and morbid that will leave him scared for life. That is...if he manages to make it out alive.

Chapter song: God rest ye merry gentleman - Pentatonix (slowed & reverb)

December 21st, 1995 Yule Festival

If you asked Erwin Smith what his plans were for the celebration of Yule, as he always remained on campus over the holidays, he would have told you that he were to be found cozying up on the lilac couch by the fire, basking in the heat emanated by the hearth, and enjoying one of those contemporary novels meant for mass consumption and reading the evening away in the dorms of the Boethiah house. Later, if he felt up to it, he would trek happily across the dark vaulted corridors of the academy to the bathing rooms and relax into one of the immense thermae alone, sans the forever present havoc caused by the agglomeration of teenage boys during early school mornings. What he would not have answered was: his girlfriend was to be killed tonight by no one other than him. Sweet Marie will meet her end tonight, scarlet and thick blood gushing out of her freshly sliced neck.

Flicking his wrist, slightly pulling back his navy blue Tudor coat, Erwin checked the time. It was 22:59. If he were to meet Marie in the next minute, then he wouldn’t have to worry about getting to the crypts on time, but he could always improvise - the campus being almost abandoned at this time of night with no students lurking around - and kill Marie right in their meeting spot, in front of all the security cameras and the dining hall’s high arched and trellised windows slowly breaking each of her limbs, while the poor creature tries to crawl herself out of the situation, blood curling screams sounding into the night, while finally being abruptly cut off by Erwin twisting her neck. But no, he had to be careful, his father would take care of the security cameras but if there would have been prying ears and eyes in the dining hall, then he wouldn’t have gotten away so easily. It was a dark, dull, and soundless night with clouds hanging so oppressively low in the sky, they produced thick white fog that snaked its way between the alleyways and immense gothic buildings. One street lamp was the only thing that lighted the small plaza in front of the four adjacent dorm rooms, its golden light resting on Erwin’s figure, revealing the soft blonde hair, determined and ruthless sapphire eyes, strong jawline, and tall, well built body. He was dressed casually, wearing his most comfortable clothes: jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He was supposed to be spending the evening with Marie up in his dorm room, enjoying some cheesy and petty romcom broadcasted on the TV, and more formal wear would disrupt the cozy atmosphere that would supposedly settle between them, that and blood would be a bitch to get out of them.

Huffing in frustration, Erwin checked the time again: 23:05. If Marie didn’t show up then it would have all been for nothing. However, just as he was making up his mind to go after her, the girl exited her dorm room and with a wide grin, spreading from cheek to cheek on her sweet face, ran into Erwin’s arms. He snorted and greeted her.

“Hello sweet lover, I was beginning to worry you wouldn’t show up tonight.”

“I’m terribly sorry, dear Erwin, but I might have had a change of mind regarding the outfit I was to wear tonight.” Marie chuckled as she let him go, settling back down on her feet. In the golden light, the girl was beautiful, her long blonde hair sitting comfortably on her dainty shoulders, her eyes shining almost green as blue mixed with yellow from the light, her cheekbones were high, just like his, and her lips rosy red. Erwin almost regretted having to kill her, but it was for the sake of everyone around him. It was his duty as head boy, as a son, and as a student to steal this girl’s life. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her plush like lips and with a smile, grabbed her hand and began leading her into the direction of his dorm. His dorm was a just across the plaza in front of her own building. So with long hurried steps across the grass, they reached the entrance. All of the buildings were linked together in a square.

“Where’s the rush Erwin? Are you really so excited by our casual night in?” Chuckled Marie and hurried her pace to match his.

“Certainly,” answered Erwin, not even paying attention to her.

“The hallways are unusually quiet, so is the campus. Don’t you think it’s strange dear, that not even the staff seem to be present?” Continued Marie.

“Well, it’s almost Christmas, it suppose it would be kind of sad if they were to be hanging around campus instead of enjoying their time with their families. After all, they’re humans, just like me and you.” Erwin tried to answer her question, growing more annoyed by the second.

Finally they reached his room, and like the gentleman he was opened the door for his girlfriend, letting her in. It was the first time that Marie entered his room, so with a bit of excitement the girl started wandering through it, stopping to admire the little trinkets he had placed randomly around his room, like the telescope that was facing his window, or various maps that laid, carefully rolled and tied with black string. Erwin lingered behind the door and scanned his room looking for his weapon: a wooden baseball bat, scratched, chipped and stained red, that happen to be positioned right in the left corner of the room, closest to the door. He went and picked it up, gently trailing his fingertips over the rough surface. Giving it a few experimental swings, he called out to Marie as he was slowly approaching her.

“Like what you see, Marie?”

“Indeed, you have a lot of interesting things lying around here, but I can’t help but wonder if you would be so kind as to turn on the light.” She chuckled and slightly bent down to examine the telescope.

“It’s not necessary for what’s to come.” Erwin replied, and with a smile approached the girl in hurried steps, building momentum.

“Erwin?” Marie slowly tried to turn around as she was startled by his reply. “What’s that supposed to me-“ She tried asking, but before she could finish her sentence, the bat collided with her skull, breaking it to a million pieces. With a loud thud, the cadaver collapsed to the floor. Erwin sighed, it required so much work to kill somebody: drawing the victim in, killing it, carrying the body, and getting rid of it. He would have to talk with his father about getting a payment or some kind of reward out of it.

Rubbing away some of his sweat from his forehead, Erwin bent down and grabbed the body, throwing it over his shoulder, wincing slightly as the weight collapsed onto him. Satisfied, Erwin made his way out of the dorm room and into the darkness of the hallway, his whistling the only thing perturbing the eerie silence that settled over the school as if in mourning of their newly lost peer.

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Twilight enveloped the academy. Combinations of blue, lavender, and light pink reflected off the Chapel’s pointed arches, ribbed vaults, and sipping in through the stained glass windows that adjourned each side of the building as Erwin made his way out and down the vibrant green lawn,  his footsteps levelling the grass where he stepped and the lifeless cadaver still slumped over his shoulder. It had served his purpose and it was now time to get rid of it. Quickening his pace, he headed to the woods right behind the Chapel. This was his least favourite part of his job. The forest was dense and light could barely pass through the crowns and branches of the trees. Nevertheless, the trees were lanky, twisted in unnatural ways with branches sharp like knives. The bark was a dark brown, with a coarse texture, which could scratch and cut if the individual touching it was not being careful. However, what unnerved Erwin gravely was not only the eerie darkness that seemed to swallow the forest but also the absence of fauna in it. Sighing deeply, he proceeded to walk into the forest.

Erwin could have sworn the greenwood was like a warm hole. Every time he went through it, time seemed to stop, the existence of anything beside the forest seemed to be erased, leaving him wandering through the gloomy sea of trees, desperate for an escape. After what seemed like an eternity, Erwin started to notice the outline of hundreds of newly dug out graves, each with a big pile of freshly turnt earth, especially made so that bodies like this could be dumped in easily and covered just as easily. The sight helped him ease his nerves a little bit. Unconsciously, he quickened his pace. This was the first sign that he was close to the graveyard. He soon found himself at the edge of the forest once more.

Not wasting anymore time, Erwin walked to the edge of the cemetery, at the farthest of graves he hoisted the corpse up and tossed it lackadaisically into its final resting place. With a frustrated sigh, he picked up the spade and started to dump the soil over it. The corpse looked nothing like Marie anymore, her clothes, once spotless and emanating the sweetest of scents, were now covered in blood, and her skin, once a beautiful olive yellow was now waxy white, every drop of blood squeezed out of her right through the wide open wound on her neck. The soil got stuck in her hair, painting the blonde brown, in her eyes, filling the glassy stare with bits of gravel and dirt, slowly covering and erasing every evidence of her existence. With one final flick of spade, Erwin managed to cover up the body completely. Breathing heavily from the exertion, and dumping one crimson red rose on the grave, he opened his mouth and voiced his last words to her.

“Merry Christmas and Happy Yule, may you rest in peace, Marie.”

Notes:

I do not own Attack on titan or any of the characters in the show or related to it!!

I really hoped you like it, if you did please stick around as there will be more where that came from!

[infernal-scales]

MEN AND OYSTERS ALIKE are dropping like flies, which means the night’s public festivities are drawing to a close. Crowley’s about to tell Aziraphale where he can shove his help when Caligula’s laugh booms from down the table.

The last oyster is plucked from his torso, and he sits up with a roll of his neck.

❝ Right. ❞ He swipes up a tray of shellfish and sets it down in front of the angel before grabbing himself a glass of wine. ❝ Don’t forget dinner with your show. ❞

Hopping off the table, the serpent slinks his way to the other guests in the room for some PROPER MINGLING. There was one man he has his gaze set on, but the piercing, almost ravenous stare that follows his every move doesn’t go unnoticed.

Crowley starts from the bottom, beginning with a request to the musicians. The laidback, relaxed melodies weren’t cutting it in terms of STIRRING UP TROUBLE.

From there he slithers from couch to couch, drinking and laughing with men whose gazes could hardly travel any further than Crowley’s lips. He let those men linger over the edge as his tongue darts out after a sip of wine before excusing himself to the next victim. Unfortunately for the demon, most of the remaining guests are either too drunk or too satisfied for him to bring up the hushed topic of mutiny: the true downside of Gluttony.

Murder was far more common in those STARVED TO FILL A VOID, after all.

Crowley’s two seats from General Cassius, the Senators’ WOLF IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING, when his attention is seized quite thoroughly by a hand to his waist. He’s pulled less-than-gracefully onto the lap of none other than General Aelius, the soldier who had the misfortune of kissing dirty linens earlier in the thermae.

❝ So, we meet again. ❞ Aelius’ arms encircle Crowley’s waist, keeping him firmly seated within his lap. ❝ I was hoping I could catch you before the night ended. ❞

❝ Well, YOU’VE CAUGHT ME. Gratulatio. ❞

❝ Ay. I just wanted to extend the invitation from earlier: you’re welcome to warm my bed whenever you’d like. ❞ He laughs and leans in to brush his lips up Crowley’s throat to the shell of his ear.

It’s there that an unexpected twist reveals itself.

❝ If they don’t kill you IN THE KING’S BED, that is. ❞

Gold eyes widen behind dark lenses at the revelation. How did he miss it? The court that was normally brimming with unspoken tension around Caligula had been lax all evening. No. It had only grown lax after the plans for dinner had been announced.

When Crowley had been made THE BAIT.

Shit.

Glancing over at General Cassius, two seats down from where he sat, the man was clinking glasses with Caligula. As he takes his sip of wine, a calculated glance is thrown the devil’s way.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

It’s far too late for a miracle to get him out of this, but maybe with some ANGELIC INTERFERENCE—

The gong sounds again, and a chill runs down his spine as his name slips from royal lips.

❝ Crowley. ❞ The king is the first to stand from his seat, a smile on his lips but fire in his eyes as his gaze rakes between the demon and Aelius. ❝ My devil, I believe it’s time I had MY PROMISED DESSERT now, don’t you think? ❞

A hand outstretches for Crowley to take.

❝ Or will I have to conquer that, too? ❞

OYSTERS. That's where this all began. Aziraphale frowns at the offering, eyes darting down as a hand snakes up Crowley's thigh. It's suddenly plagued with a relentless itching that forces the offender to excuse himself for the night in a panic as he rushes out the door.

The one whose tongue graced Crowley's navel, well, hasn't been able to get up from his seat since.

Looking back at Crowley, Aziraphale's shoulders sag with a sigh.

❝ I suppose it would have been easier if we had just been able to HAVE DINNER. Could have avoided all of this, ❞ he says with a half-hearted laugh. Aziraphale accepts the shell, fingertips grazing over Crowley's fingers in the handoff. ❝ Sláinte. ❞

The oyster is slipped upon a pink tongue before disappearing behind Aziraphale's lips. He can't help the satisfied exhale of approval and Petronius' fine work.

❝ Now, I did agree to help you earlier. ❞ His hands rest upon the table as he leans forward. ❝ But only to help you with ALL OF THIS. So, if you need me for anything that isn't—❞

Aziraphale glares with all his might down the table, righteous fury targeted at a man intent on undressing the evening's dessert before anyone else. Like God cursed Saul, slayer of Christ's Followers, scales erupt from the man's eyelids, rendering him blind until he is blessed by one who KNOWS GOD.

His full attention returns to Crowley. ❝ Well, you need but ask. I'll be here all night... until you prefer I go. ❞