#angel hunters ocs

[ivyprism]

I love you (Runyon x Reader)

Warnings: The L word, angels, demons, implied could've died, death warning, love, lots of it. (Established Relationship)

"I love you." You startle when you hear Runyon speak the three words. He had his hand around your waist and his head on your stomach. You laugh.

"Where did that come from?" You inquire in a lighthearted tone. Runyon nuzzles your stomach slightly as he kisses you.

"Can't I tell the person I love how much I love them?" You nod in response to Runyon's question. You then tilt your head.

"But why?" You ask again, and he laughs. He kisses you again and rests his head on your shoulder.

"I love you, that's why." He merely answered. You blushed slightly as he nuzzled your neck.

"I love you, too." You simply react while closing your eyes.

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"Runyon-!" As you see the demon ready for another strike, you sob. He wraps his body around you, and you can hear him grunt in anguish. He steps back and cups your face.

"Run." As you begin to shake your head, Runyon says clearly. "Conlan!" Conlan pales as Runyon glances at him as Runyon shouts to his brother. His orange eyes were ablaze. "Take them and run." He gives the instruction, but Conlan protests by opening his mouth.

"Bro-" Conlan begins, but Runyon cuts him off.

"Run!" Runyon orders again. Conlan inhales deeply and gulps. Before you know it, you're being snatched up and pulled away by him.

"No-! Runyon!" You called to him and noticed the wound on his back. As he turns to face you, your eyes widen. He was wielding a rapier. He gives you a reassuring smile, and you start crying and protesting Conlan's grip.

"I love you, rose quartz," Runyon says, and you hear him. You cover your lips as he turns to face the demon and draws his rapier. As the combat begins, the smoke obscures him.

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You were trembling. Conlan tried to console you, but your gaze was drawn to the smoke, and tears welled up in your eyes. What if Runyon was no longer alive? Would you never again hear his voice? Were his final words to you that he loved you? He had to be OK. He had no choice. He was a formidable demon slayer. He wouldn't die easily, would he? You were far away from the carnage when you heard someone yell. He was right there.

"Runyon?" You perk up and instantly call. He was holding himself up with his sword, but he grinned at you. It was him, your Runyon. He was still alive. "Runyon!" As you rush at him, you yell. You hug him tightly, and he stumbles slightly.

"Rose-" Runyon begins, but your lips immediately silence him. You hug him one more.

"You idiot... You didn't give me the opportunity to say I love you back…" He blinks as you whisper. He sensed your trembling and softly wrapped his arms around your waist. He strokes your neck. You could sense his soul thrum and felt at ease. He was still alive.

"You're right... I'm sorry..." While holding you, Runyon whispers to you. You felt at peace but yet scared, because of his warmth, smell, and the feel of his magic. You'd chastise him afterward. What was important now was that he was safe. "I love you." Runyon says it quietly as if to make amends for not allowing you to say it back to him previously. As you close your eyes, you tighten your grip on him.

"I love you, too." As you hold him, you respond with a whisper. People were approaching to look at him and praise him, but you were in his arms, and he wouldn't let you go.

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Hehehooo

@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @rainbowut

[cursed-and-haunted]

"I THINK MY NAME'S SUPPOSED TO BE HUNGER" - webweaving for my oc

Where it Begins, Erica Jong / Poem for a Birthday, Sylvia Plath / Left Me WithA Bitter After Taste, Raquel Loizou / Clarice Lispector / A Fate Worse Than Death, Nisha Patel / The Unabridged Journal of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath / Hansel and Gretel, Anne Sexton / Teaching the Dog Not to Nip, Jim Moore / I WILL BE GOOD AS LONG AS YOU WANT ME, @/thegirlhoodtheory / Sinnerman, Kwame Boateng /Jeff Simpson / "you've always been more of a dog person", @/tdaspoetry / Some Girls Are Born With An Insatiable Hunger, Lisa Villemaire / Essi Välimäki / The Front Bottoms / Silas Denver Melvin / Breezeblocks, Alt-J / Cellophane, FKA twigs / Strangers, Ethel Cain / Jenny Holzer / Emily Palermo / landscape with fruit rot and millipede, Richard Siken / dogperson, @/sloppjockey / The Cunning of Hunger, Chana Bloch / DRIP, Crywolf / Sliver Springs, Fleetwood Mac

[meangreennunseen]

Merry Christmas Brothers and sisters!

Remember if you get drunk, be responsible. Also avoid drinking whatever Space Wolf offers you. They mean well, but it won't feel well even if you are a space marine...

[silver-peel]

Angel, simple drawing during weekend🍒

[sanchomps]

sketch busts for LonestarLesbean and RitzOE on twitter, @transmandonnie and @grimmblewick!

[moliathh]

crossover: hellsing x identity v (Tarot gamemode)

Two factions: Hellsing Organisation and Vatican Section XVIII: Iscariot

Kings: Integra and Enrico

Squires: Seras/Walter and Yumiko/Heinkel

Knights (Hunters): Alucard and Anderson

(another part of hellsing/idv crossover)

[gravitywasneveranoption]

RUN! Just kidding :D

RUN! Just kidding X3

[samarzart]

finally finished

an aasimar turned god of justice, sacrifice, and devotion

[sharp-silver4795]

Language HCs

What languages can the Creepypastas speak? Here’s their nationalities. It might give ya some more context 🥰

Note: it is implied that all of them speak English.

By Language Family

Romance/Latin-Based

French: Toby

Spanish: Nina, Cody, Kat

Italian: Clockwork

Latin: EJ

Germanic

German: EJ

Dutch: Judge Angels

Nordic

Danish: Judge Angels

Swedish: Scarecrow

Norwegian: Rogue

Icelandic: Rogue

Celtic

Gaelic: Zero

Irish: Candy Pop & Candy Cane

Slavic

Russian: EJ, Cody

Polish: EJ

Sino-Tibetan

Chinese: Liu

Japanese: Kagekao, Neon Spike

Korean: Neon Spike, Ani the Wight

Other

Arabic: Doll Maker, Bloody Angel

By Person (Multiple)

Liu: Thai, Chinese

EJ: Latin, German, Polish, Russian

Ani the Wight: Filipino, Indonesian, Korean

Rogue: Norwegian, Icelandic

Judge Angels: Dutch, Danish

Neon Spike: Japanese, Korean

Bloody Angel: Arabic, Turkish

Cody/X-Virus: Russian, Spanish

I wanna put a fun fact about me: I speak Welsh and Spanish (and English ofc)

Divider Creds: Sister Lucifer

Header Creds: MEEE!!!

[ivyprism]

The Blood Spilt (Angels Fall AU Backstory)

Warnings: Death, sorrow, dust, mourning, angels, demons, etc.

Theron shot up in bed, gasping. He felt his spirit tremble and turn icy cold. He ultimately eased his fear by holding his skull. He sighed and leaned back, his hand on his nose. He sat up and got up after staring aimlessly at the ceiling. He brushed up against the counters. He boiled some water, got some tea, and mixed the two together. His head was spinning as he leaned on the counter.

"You okay, bro?" Odin's voice chimed, startling his younger sibling. Odin blinked as Theron examined him. "Jeez, bro, you're not usually this jumpy. What's up?" Odin inquired, leaning against the doorframe.

"Nothing, Odin. I just couldn't sleep..." Theron lied to his brother, but Odin was bound to see right through it.

"You had a dream about her again, didn't you?" Odin inquired, as Theron tightened. "Theron… It wasn't your fault." Odin stressed to his brother, and Theron slammed his cup down. Odin sighed as it made a loud clattering sound.

"I know that!" Theron snapped as he turned towards his brother. "I do not need to be reminded constantly." Theron put his cup down and rushed past his brother.

"Theron-" Odin called but he was cut off by the sound of a door slamming. He ran his hand against his face.

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As he leaned against the door, Theron sighed. He slipped down it, grabbing an old phone. It had been years at this time. He opened it and began scrolling through some old photos. It was a picture of him and another skeleton with warm red eyes. She was grinning at the camera, and he was grinning back. As he shuts his eyes, his hand trembles. He stows the phone and conceals his face.

He never confessed to Anore, his long-time childhood buddy, closest comrade, and first love. He admired her from afar, it was more of a childish crush in retrospect, but when she died.

Not after her death at the hands of a failed Corrupted Angel mission. He felt like it was all his fault. He brought her onto that mission. He didn't even remember who did it.

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He could only recall a few details from that day. Anore and he had planned to go find this corrupted angel that day. They knew who it was, and they were going to expose him, proving to the world that he was a corrupted angel, not the good person he pretended to be. He remembers the confrontation and...

He also recalls hearing the blade impale something. A gasp was cut short, and the sound of a corpse dropped. The agony of being cut and having his eye wounded. He recalls staring at Anore's body as he drew his injured body to support her.

"It really hurts…" Anore sobbed as he urgently sought to save her. He worked so hard. His hands shook, his vision blurred, and his soul ached, yet he couldn't stop the bleeding. It was too much.

"It's gonna be okay, it's okay. Stay awake." Theron tried to console her, his voice shaking; he knew she would die, but he couldn't accept it. While seeing this, he remembered the corrupted angel chuckling.

"How heartwarming…" The voice of the corrupted angel was twisted, but it horrified Theron. He was disgusted, even if he couldn't recall the face of this corrupted angel. It didn't matter, though. All he could think about was clutching Anore and asking her to stay awake. His vision became blurry, and then…

The sensation of her turning into dust. As he grasped her leftover ribbon, he begged, yelled, and cried for her to stay. He felt nothing but absolute grief and sorrow until he was blinded by vengeance. He turned his blade on the corrupted angel, wounding him, but then passing out.

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When he awoke, he was confronted with his brother and the others. He discovered Anore had died in his arms, and it… Destroyed him. Theron leaned on his legs as he held his hands against his skull. He stared at the wall as he closed his eyes.

He would never lose someone he loves like that again. He'll protect them. He learned how to heal and became good at it because of it. He'd protect his loved ones... He sighed again.

Stars, he wished he could sleep...

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Odin sighed, covering his face. He had arrived too late to help Anore. He'd discovered her dust and Theron's barely alive body. He recalls how it felt. How he felt when he discovered them. The pain and fear of losing his childhood friend and nearly his brother. It almost killed him.

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Odin had walked into the room. He'd noticed it immediately away. When he saw his brother resting there with the pile of dust next to him, he felt a pit in his SOUL. He had prayed deep inside that it was the dust of the Corrupted Angel, until he saw the ribbon in the dust and knew. He recognized Anore. He was feeling sick to his stomach.

"Theron!" Odin sobbed as Conlan and Runyon stared in horror at the scene. Odin had frantically grabbed his brother. His hands were trembling.

No, no, no. No. Theron can't die. He can't lose someone else. He can't.

"Odin- Odin!" Conlan cried as he placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. He was trembling, screaming, and urgently clutching his brother. Conlan could see that his eyes were shaking and that he required assistance.

"We need to get him to help. We can't stay here." Runyon immediately said. Odin reluctantly nodded as he was torn away from his brother. He watched as angels and others appeared to assist him. Odin, however, felt numb. Anore had died. He had arrived too late.

He nearly lost Theron because he was too late...

He can't be late again. He can't be.

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Odin sighed as he closed his eyes. He really needs to talk to someone about this. But right now, he needs to pick up the pieces and prepare for the anniversary. Theron also had a mission coming up that Odin was going to come along with.

He won't be late again. He'll protect his brother even if it means he has to die.

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@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @hearty-dose-of-ranch @underfell-crystal @buff-borf-bork @rainbowut

[cursed-and-haunted]

Who will save us when there is no one left to eat?

my oc Santiago

[meangreennunseen]

Posting helmetless version separately, because why the hell not?

*sniff* my stupid Deathwatch sons.

Adding helmet version, cause I want both arts in one place after all...

[wayfinder-wolf]

Happy birthday to meeeeeee!

I'm 24, wow! That's kinda old ish!

Every year, I draw a big piece, showing what I got into during my past year of life. This year, I wanted to do something big, but also a bit cute. So, check out my version of the Tomodachi Life stage in Smash Bros, featuring some characters I really like!

This took me 3 days of hard-core art grind, so I hope you like it! Characters shown will be tagged.

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday & WIP Wednesday

Tagging @imogenkol @josephseedismyfather @direwombat @noodlecupcakes @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @hollywood-is-bleeding @derelictheretic @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @cassietrn @aceghosts @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @cloudofbutterflies92 @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @softtidesworld @yokobai and @seedsplease + anyone else who want to join.

Music Monday for two The UnTitledverse WIPs and one from A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and a WIP Wednesday for the The Silver Chronicles. For the next three-and-a-half weeks I'll be posting on Music Monday's songs traditionally about Five Nights At Freddy's and how I try to justify how they fit into my wacky little worlds (even the non-FNAF ones). Enjoy listening and reading below the cut:

Can't have a Five Nights at Freddy's WIP without The Living Tombstone's original "Five Nights At Freddy's Song" in the playlist. More Than Bargained For? is a FNAF WIP where my OC Lillian "Lena" Elliot becomes the Night Guard of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza after Fazbear Entertainment opens up the restaurant back up eleven years after 1994 (the events of the first game and when Mike is fired), because they find there are people who view the pizzeria as a "cult classic" type thing and are still fans since childhood of the place (Lena being amongst them), and Fazbear Entertainment will make a profit on that. The original animatronics (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, along with Golden Freddy but he's in the Parts/Service room) are brought back to the stage. There's a... stranger animatronic in the kitchen but he doesn't bother leaving there so Lena won't have much trouble from him. Follow Lena as she discovers how many skeletons are actually in the Fazbear Entertainment's closet (Like seriously, the amount of children and employees who have died under this company's watch is ridiculous and the fact they managed to come back many years later after their reputation was tarnished beyond repair). Listen below:

"We're waiting every night To finally roam and invite Newcomers to play with us For many years we've been all alone

We're forced to be still and play The same songs we've known since that day An imposter took our life away Now we're stuck here to decay

Please let us get in Don't lock us away We're not what you're thinking

We're poor little souls Who have lost all control And we're forced here to take that role We've been all alone Stuck in our little zone Since 1987

Join us, be our friend Or just be stuck and defend After all, you only got

Five nights at Freddy's Is this where you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay?

Five nights at Freddy's Is there you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay? Five nights at Freddy's, oh

We're really quite surprised We get to see you another night You should have looked for another job You should have said to this place goodbye It's like there's so much more Maybe you've been in this place before We remember a face like yours You seem acquainted with those doors

Please let us get in Don't lock us away We're not what you're thinking

We're poor little souls Who have lost all control And we're forced here to take that role We've been all alone Stuck in our little zone Since 1987

Join us, be our friend Or just be stuck and defend After all, you only got

Five nights at Freddy's Is this where you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay?

Five nights at Freddy's Is there you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay? Five nights at Freddy's, oh!"

"Replay Your Nightmares", although a song usually meant for FNAF: Ultimate Custom Night or at some stages, FNAF 3, is a song I closely associate to my The UnTitledverse Original Work, the sequel to A Blast In The Past, known as The Dark Awakening. Pretty much near the conclusion to when Calvin escapes the clutches of his captor's purgatory and re-enters the physical human realm several decades after his death/imprisonment, though he is being severely gaslighted worst than he has before while on his way to finally escape. He manages to make a little comeback at his captor near the final verse of the lyrics though. Listen below:

"In a loop inside the screen Your own prison in a dream Try to run and try to scream Even death can't save you

We replay your nightmare Replay, play, play your nightmare Replay your nightmare Replay, play, play your nightmare

Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Our eternal revenge We know what you did We know what you did." "IT'S ME", "It's Me", "it's me..." "We're all here just for you Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Forever!"

"Torture, torture, don't you know How your seeds of evil grow?

Replay your nightmare Cause he won't stop Replay your nightmare Come, it's your time to hurt."

"Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Our eternal revenge We know what you did We know what you did." "IT'S ME", "It's Me", "it's me..." "We're all here just for you Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Forever!

Over and over and over again Replay your nightmare Over and over and over again Replay your nightmare."

"We are remnants of your sins It's a game you'll never win When it's done it just begins Again and again, and again, and again You will pay for what you did Forever!"

Last song is "It's Me", and while not entirely connected to the Fallout world (especially my A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore), I do believe it does fit in one specific section of The Waters Of Life Flow; after Alph (my Lone Wanderer OC) and Ore (Ortega Brantley, Ress' older half-brother) rediscover Blackhall as a corpse (without the Krivbeknih) in his manor, plus reconvening with Amata before they go look for Ress, both humans inform Ore of what they discovered down in the Dunwich Building's basement, Ore takes investigation there. When he finds the Obelisk, he discovers a recently failed ritual, and puts the evidence together to figure out who was behind the recent emergence of this "Occult"; his and Ress' father, Arcane Urias, the exact man he's been hunting down. Although he should go out and warn the others, he regrettably finds out he was, in fact, not alone in the office building. Listen below:

"Welcome to your office, settle down and take a seat Please pay no attention to the terrifying screams You should head the warnings of the voice that's on the phone Tonight, you might be by yourself, but you are not alone

The masks that we wear Pretend they aren't there But you can only hide for so long

Why don't you Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside

It's me Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me

There's evil that waits inside It's me!"

Now it's time for another WIP of my FC5 Bloodborne AU from my The Silver Chronicles series. Here the Seed Brothers (along with some disgruntled Hunters aka this version of the GFH and certain OCs) have stormed the Convent in the Henbane and confronted Vicar Faith on her betrayal and wanting answers for what Paul has planned for the "Hunt of the Long Night" that has made the scourge beasts ten-times worst. I haven't shown it (for reasons) but Faith calls Joseph specifically out for, quite frankly, abandoning and disregarding her (after all, he did hand her alone to Paul and his monastery as an inside-woman but neglected to actually keep in touch for about six long years) as some kind of tool instead of the "sister" he once claimed her to be. In the snippet below, the Voice shows it's ugly head and urges Joseph to dispose of Faith, something that John and Jacob are already advocating for, with some varying reactions from the Hunters. They're interrupted by... someone not affiliated with any of them. Will probably fix this up in the final product. Now introduced in her first debut... may I officially have you acquainted with my new-ish OC, Priestess Lillith; and she's also probably a witch. Read below:

Joseph stepped back from the Vicar and her vicious words; shocked by the accusations of the woman in front of him, once a sister he had brought into his family, by choice and virtue. The girl healed of her vices, given new life, a new purpose.

"Enough of this," John said with vehement venom, his blue eyes fueled with rage towards the cretin kneeling in the middle of the Convent's hall, "She won't tell us anything, if she even knows anything. We should vanquish this sinner while we have the chance brother, given she's chosen who she stands by."

Joseph saw that Jacob nodded in agreement, scowling at Faith's small form. He noticed the other Hunters made no dissuading moves, apparently in silent agreement. Before the Father could make any response to his eager brothers, he heard the Voice

John is right, He told him, tone even and still, the humming warmth pressed to the edges of his mind, She is a vile, treacherous locust strayed too far from the Path, Joseph. Unable to be saved from the doubt she drowned in.

Joseph's breath hitched at His words, the panicked, yet still sneering wrath in her green eyes only proving Him correct, followed by, She is no longer your family Joseph. This wretch has forsaken My light. She is nothing more than a rival. And she must be eliminated as such.

Joseph hesitated, took a moment to glance at Faith's form, as she lowered her head, holding the Vicar's pendant to her chest as she whispered. Maybe a prayer? Maybe a silent confession, apology, or vow? He didn't know, but what he did know was that the Voice spoke truth; she could no longer be considered the young woman he selected to hold the honor of being his sister.

It pained him to admit, considering all she gave to them in her devotion, but she was no longer family, like the previous two before her.

She was no longer his Faith, instead, she was Yellowjack's Siren, twisted and stained with the false shepherd's sinful ideals to spread false hope to the scholars of his Monastery, to turn their devotees against the Project.

He gave a disappointed sigh as he watched the woman below him refuse to lift her head up, shaking as the consequences of her betrayal was upon her, and nodded in agreement to his brother's words.

They couldn't let her warn Yellowjack, nor let her lead the Church Hunter's after them. This was God's Will.

"You... were once so precious to me, sister," Joseph tells her, and saw how she only curled into herself more, the fear she let dominate her heart sting his own, "I had thought you would be with us when we crossed the Gates of Eden... I now recognize my own blindness and... my own fault, for leaving you alone surrounded by those vipers and their venomous lies."

John tried to step forward, perhaps to refute Joseph's words, but Jacob stopped him, holding him back with a stern shake of his head. To allow Joseph this final moment with someone he put his faith in, even if they didn't necessarily understand it.

"But now, with the responsibility as your Father, I shall free you of their lies... of the burdening weight of your sin, my wayward child," Joseph heard how she sobbed, and had to breathe to not falter now, "The gates may be shut to you Vicar, but know, even now, that I pray God will have mercy upon your soul."

Joseph removed the revolver from his holster, clenching it as he left it to his side for just a moment.

His hand caressed her small, frail head, fingers pinching close the tube connected into her nose.

He cocked the hammer back with his thumb, and with an exhale, aimed it to her head.

He remembered how her small legs kicked as the monitor increased in its beeping, his resolve weakening, for only a second, before gripped tighter. God's repeating words ringing in his head.

"Shall you find peace amongst the angels, Vicar," he whispered softly, that he was unsure if she even heard him.

"Join the angels, my sweet Faith," he had murmured into what little hair she had, lips grazing softly as his tears slipped onto his little girl.

His finger curled around the trigger, coiling it back as he once more took responsibility-

Di-di-ding ding!

Joseph found himself thrown back by a harsh force that knocked the air out of him, grip on the revolver lost as it was flung elsewhere.

He felt hands on him, one tattooed and the other scarred. He recognized he was in his brothers' arms, lungs forcing him to heave for air from floor he laid back on.

But... hadn't I been standing before?

He leaned up, and saw he was a few feet away from the Vicar, who now had her head up, confused green eyes glancing around the Convent's room.

Joseph's eyes caught a glimpse of something on one of the upper balconies on the right side of the room, and saw a slim figure, cloaked from head to toe in dark shawls. She wore a mask, a pale one that's appearance was ghastly, jagged tear lines going down past the mask's edges, with a small mouth shaped in a "O".

He saw they held a silver hand bell in one hand, some sort of symbol carved in its waist. They shook it once more, the ringing echoing in the small chamber. The symbol glowed a bluish hue, and he felt his hairs prick up.

"Foul brethren," the smooth, matured voice of a woman reverberated through the Convent, the person unseen.

Another cloaked figure stood upon the left balcony, their mask depicting a false eye of a cyclops, with two slits for them to see through, the mouth carved with gnashing sharp teeth. They, too, held a hand bell, with a different symbol carved into the silver.

Their bell shook, the clapper tinging against the rim of the waist.

The Hunters with them placed their hands on the handles of their weapons, alert and cautious at these newest intruders.

Joseph was lifted to his feet, Jacob pushing him into John's embrace as he took to protecting their front.

"Fickle in your promises. Deceptive in your loyalties," the unknown woman's voice returned, a scathing tone behind it all, "Are you always shirking responsibility over your sisters?"

Through the middle balcony came the owner of the voice; another cloaked woman, but her embroidery seemed more intricate, the jewelry she adorned was more in quantity than her companions, like the Vicar who looked above at them.

The woman was taller too, her mask similar to that of a demon, an angry one at that, hairless brows furrowed, the mask's mouth full of sharp teeth, but two prominent tusks projecting from the lower jaw. It also had two horns protruding from the head, and through the eyes Joseph could see burning orange eyes glaring down at them.

"Why are the lives of your sistren worth less than that of your brothers?" she asked from atop the balcony, her eyes boring down at Joseph, "You are the one to bring them in. You are the one to feed them, to guide them. Ultimately, you are the only one to claim care over them, in spite of your brothers' vile envy and appalling apathy."

She gave scathing glances to both John and Jacob respectively, before her full focus stayed on Joseph, "And yet, when your charges' displease you... their lives are forfeit by your own hands. A more permanent punishment than what your brothers earn. I wonder..."

Her head tilts, the jewelry shifting as she ponders, "Is it because they are not of your blood that makes it so easy, even when it is your hands that molded their clay bodies?"

Joseph watched with an uneasiness when the nose of her mask held up while looking down at him, "Or do the opposite sex simply hold no value in your eyes, and the eye of your Lord, unless their role is nothing but flawless?"

Her words earned Joseph and his brothers some raised brows from some of the Hunters, though it did not last long as they focused on the unaligned women.

Joseph was shocked by the accusatory words, and he went to speak up, to defend him and his brothers, and the word of his Lord.

However, he was stopped by the lead women's scoff, "Regardless the reason, your hypocrisy is clear. But your familial responsibilities are not the only oaths you have attempted to break."

She brought out one of her hands, the gauntlets fingertips sharpened not unlike claws, holding a hand bell of her own.

However, it was not like that of her accomplices; it was bigger, and rusted in an ugly maroon, matted with the dripping red of the flesh stuck to the metal, with the bloodied fur of beasts clinging to the small clumps of flesh.

There was a sinister aura emanating from the ugly carving of the symbol etched into the rusted metal.

She rung the bell, and the atmosphere of the room shifted. A darkness flowed down from the bell, like a small waterfall plummeting out a mountain's mouth.

Down the balcony, the darkness encompassed the corpse of a Church Hunter, just as it consumed the surroundings.

The women were also covered by the dark mist, gone from Joseph's eyes.

Alarmed, Jacob aimed his rifle in search of their new enemies, while the Hunters twisted their weapons to enter the second forms. The darkness spread across the room, including blocking the only in and out of the Convent.

The Vicar remained where she was, staring at the silhouette of the corpse from behind the dark mist.

The lead woman's voice stated unperturbed, "I enforce upon my coven my unspoken vow. The protection for that which is precious to one of our own, against the iniquitous efforts of these men's greed. I call upon your essence from the past to the present, my kin. Stir from your desolate slumber, from your sleepless dream."

The bells rung once more, and the silhouette of the Church Hunter's corpse soon arose from within the mist, not unlike their smaller more angelic counterparts, the shape shifting and smoothing into something leaner, smaller than the alterations made by Saint Matilda. It soon began to walk through the darkness towards them.

"Through this corporeal form shall you defend your heart."

Emerging from the mist was a familiar face. The tawny brown complexion, small healed cuts littered across her face from fights long ago, though fewer in quantity unlike from last he saw her. The dark blue of her formal leather-layered coat covered the dark vest and white frilled blouse, adorned with a cravat.

Joseph noticed how young she looked, the expression on her face without the calm neutrality he had been accustomed to before she fell into a dreadful coma, instead replaced with an emotion he recognized within John.

Wrath. Directed at us.

He realized that her irises held no shine of silver, the indication of someone who had become enlightened, who become an other to everyone... no, they were a dull grey. She looked human.

The brothers soon realized they were not the only ones who recognized who this was, as the Hunter's froze; in fear? Shock? He couldn't tell.

He did see how his former sister stared at the woman. There was a longing there, a pang in her heart as the other approached past the Vicar.

She expertly spun her twin blade around, dragging one blade across the ground between herself and the Vicar, the same darkness she emerged from summoned once more to cover a veil of it on to Faith.

No one could see the Vicar anymore, but the more pressing matter was the scowling and sneering ghost enraged by their very presence.

"Through this corporeal form, shall you vanquish these fiendish intruders."

She pointed her the end of her blade at Joseph himself, glare calling for his blood.

"Welcome back from beyond the great consciousness, Elite Hunter."

She split her twin blade in two, twirled her weapons in both hands, and in a few blinks, Joseph saw her in the air, blades crossing as they cut down on their target.

"Silva Omar."

Joseph could only recall a great pain across his chest and the shouts of his brothers before he fell unconscious.

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A Little "What if" illustration for the oc x character fic. Like what if Belos wasn't an awful human being?? Look what you could've had dude!!

(They're watching tinkerbell on her iphone 7)

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OC Pokemon AU Types + Teams <3

I'm a simple man,,,I want to insert my ocs that have no business being near my other interests,,,here's a v basic rundown of my ocs as Gym Leaders (and if you totally wanna ask me more about this please do I can and will expand the teams + other nerdy stuff)

♡ = Their fav pokemon !

Magnolia Sinclair

- She specializes in bug types !! She's a bug girl at heart <33

- Actually doesn't like fighting with Leavanny, she keeps it around for it's silk and ability to help with sewing. It's sent out more as a last ditch effort

- She def keeps some Combee around on her property, using their honey to keep Heracross happy

Carolyn Gray

- Carolyn adores poison types!

- She considered specializing in just water types, but she has a morbid curiosity when it comes to how sneaky and dangerous poison types tend to be. She thinks they make fantastic subjects for her photography

- Has a strong bond with Croagunk, keeps it around because of rumored healing properties from its poison

Hunter King

- I think it's easy to see why this competitive jock would lean towards Fighting types!

- A lot of his team is off of looks, he and his pokemon like to show off and intimidate

- Hunter took a surprising liking to Scrafty, relieved to find a fighting pokemon that doesn't mind playing a little dirty or getting into trouble

Emil Müller

- Emil specializes in steel types!

- Rather protective of his pokemon, it's common for him to close his gym and turn away challenges so they don't get overworked

- It's hard to describe what makes Emil drawn to Meowth, but he likes to think that it gets him than most people do. He always shares the earnings of his battle with Meowth.

Angel

- Angel has always felt drawn to psychic types!

- While it's hard to actually catch Angel at his gym, you'll have the best of luck late at night! He prefers to battle outside, right in the moonlight

- Angel constantly has his Swoobat out of it's ball and flying freely around him, he thinks of it as a little good luck charm!