#angel nobility

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 14 Bleeding through bandages, Field Medicine, No anesthesia

TW/CW: Blood, cold family, hiding injury, slash on arm from sword, forced to mask Word count: 946

“Argh! Shit!”, Harmonia yelled. Beads of blood started to quell out of a long slash on her arm.

The magic possessing the sword that cut her went out and sent the weapon clattering to the ground.

Harmonia clutched her hand over the cut, but blood was already squeezing out between her fingers. She tried her healing magic, but the bleeding didn’t stop. “Shit, shit, shit. Did you go for a cursed strike?!”, she asked the magic. Of course she didn’t get an answer. She had already pulled it back. “Just peachy!”, she spit out.

“Harmonia? Are you on there?”, a female voice called from outside.

Harmonia’s head jerked up at the voice. “Oh, come on, how much misfortune can one celestial have in day?”, she groaned quietly. Pressing her teeth together in pain.

“Let me rephrase maybe. I know that you’re in there. I want to see you in the foyer presentable in no less than five minutes.”

“I will be there mother.”

“Good.”, the female voice replied coldly.

Harmonia pushed herself to walk over to the wall where there was a little box on the cupboard. She opened the door and rummaged through the bottles and patches until she found what she wanted. Blood absorbing bandages. As quickly and as professionally as she could she wrapped her bleeding arm and cleaned the blood of the floor with a simple wave of her hand. Then she flew to her room. Fortunately her maids had already laid out clothes for her and now helped her get changed in lightspeed.

After six minutes and 17 seconds she was standing presentably dressed in the foyer next to the other oldest sisters and brothers. Their parents had important guests over so naturally they had to pull up the entire stupid theatre. Right now, she was smiling and greeting the guests. It cost her the upmost of self-discipline to smile and act through the pain in her arm. They moved to the fancier dining room, which Harmonia did not fail to notice, had been freshly cleaned and decorated. After a bit more of friendly chattery the maids got everyone seated and the first round of food was served swiftly. Apparently they wanted to keep them mouth-dead Harmonia figured.

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Most of the meal didn't stick with Harmonia, she was too focused on looking like she was enjoying herself, with looking noble and like she wasn't in pain. It was also getting gradually more difficult to even hear the conversation. Well, to understand the words. To be fair her parents and the oldest sister made sure to bind her into the talking as little as possible. Harmonia couldn’t judge them for it. Her skills in that department still needed a lot of honing as is and now while she was feeling so bad she had no doubt it would be much worse.

The sister sitting next to Harmonia discretely touched her arm and searched her gaze. When her little sister was finally looking at her she saw barely hidden pain in them and she quickly let go of her arm. The pain faded a little bit.

Harmonia knew her sister was trying to warn her. To keep up appearances but it was so hard. When she had touched her arm Harmonia could have fainted from the pain. But she clenched her fist under the table and stepped her game  up again. She didn’t want to ruin this for her family. And who knows how they would react if she did. If only this headache wouldn’t be. She reached out for the seasoning in front of her to spice up the meat on her plate. Maybe that would bring her senses back a bit. Harmonia noticed that she had to tense her whole arm to keep it from shaking. As she closed her hand around the spice bottle her sleeve slipped up and revealed the start of the bandage. It was tainted red. Harmonia’s breath caught. She checked her clothing when nobody was looking but there was no blood on the. This magic was doing its job. Harmonia urged and begged her brain to work so she could think of some way to get out of here and care for her wounds. But she couldn’t think of anything. Her brain was muffled sirup. Only vaguely she now noticed that her heartbeat was kind of skittish. Just hold out. Just hold out. After nearly collapsing multiple times the meeting was blessedly, finally coming to an end. They said goodbye to their guests and the maids guided them outside.

“Mother, father, I would like to burrow Harmonia to show her the new tools in terms of etiquette I have learned yesterday. May I?”, Older sister asked.

Harmonia was barely conscious at this point but her parents must have agreed because now her sister had grabbed her left arm and was pulling her up from the chair. They made it outside of the room and into one of the lesser visited side rooms before Harmonia fainted.

Her older sister just looked at her for a moment before sighing and starting to take off some layers of fancy clothing. As she uncovered her right arm she sucked in a breath. “I have to get Akisa.”, she decided before getting up and leaving the room. Her medic skilled sibling could surely tend to the wound, it wouldn’t be much more than a simple spell for her, besides she couldn’t create drama by getting a doctor. She locked the door behind her, both to protect Harmonia from getting seen by others and to protect her from herself. And her reckless stubbornness. Then she flew up and searched the mansion.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @ailesswhumptober

[aeteut]

Sirius is a star, she’s all golden.

By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.

[luciferslatte]

📻🧑‍🤝‍🧑🕷️- and they were childhood besties!

[royalty-nobility]

Louise Henriette Leads Friedrich Wilhelm, Elector of Brandenburg, to Her Parents

Artist: Gerard van Honthorst (Dutch, 1592–1656

Date: 1649

Medium: OIl on Canvas

Louise Henriette of Nassau (Dutch: Louise Henriëtte van Nassau, German: Luise Henriette von Nassau; 7 December 1627 – 18 June 1667) was a Countess of Nassau, granddaughter of William I, Prince of Orange, "William the Silent", and an Electress of Brandenburg.

Louise Henriëtte was born in The Hague, the eldest daughter of Frederick Henry, Prince of Orange, and Amalia of Solms-Braunfels. She grew up at the court of her father, the Stadtholder of Holland, Zeeland, Utrecht, Guelders and Overijssel.

Marriage

Louise Henriëtte had to abandon her love for Henri Charles de La Trémoille, Prince of Talmant, son of Henry de La Trémoille, as her mother had royal ambitions for her. However, attempts to conclude an engagement with King Charles II of England came to nothing. Finally she was forced to marry Frederick William, Elector of Brandenburg (1620-1688), "the Great Elector," at The Hague on 7 December 1646, her nineteenth birthday, on the proposal of the Brandenburg diplomat Joachim Friedrich von Blumenthal.

[axxolotlqueen]

Just saying, I'm already on chapter 3 of Crystal Tides, and it's getting gay, so, if you wanna read about gay mermaids faster, then give me comments about it. if I get some feedback I'll post a chapter early. otherwise its once a week for you (dont hold me to that)

[victoriapedroza]

Norton Simon Museum. 2023

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[raffaellopalandri]

About my names (again)

Daily writing promptWhere did your name come from?View all responses The first name I was given, Raffaello, is a traditional Italian choice, bestowed upon me by my parents, in honour of my paternal grandfather. It’s a custom in Italy to name sons after deceased relatives, a practice that shows some traditional familial significance. The author of the blog … Etymologically, Raffaello / רָפָאֵל…

[express-archives]

oh nooo my hand slipped...... augh...... nooooo...... *fatui oc upon ye!!!!*

[anthurak]

As someone who was very curious as to how Mammon was going to be presented in Helluva Boss, you can probably imagine I was looking through the new episode very closely.

And while I may have been off the mark with my theory that Mammon would follow the trend of Asmodeus and Beelzebub and NOT actually be antagonistic, I nonetheless think it is VERY interesting how Vivzie and the team handled and presented him.

Specifically, in just how PETTY Mammon is shown to be in this episode.

Like really think about what you might generally expect from a character like Mammon just from a basic background description: He is one of the seven rulers of Hell, lord of the seven rings and embodiment of GREED. Likely a fallen angel who helped to create hell as it exists today, is matched in power only by his five fellow Sins, and is functionally only truly outranked by Lucifer himself.

And yet, Mammon’s characterization in this episode presents him as this petty, selfish, manipulative asshole interested in little more than money and attention. He acts more like a shitty, full-of-himself asshole celebrity than a demon lord. Just look at how he manipulates Fizzerolli, not through lording power and authority over him but through emotional coercion like an abusive parent, ex-, or boss, which is precisely WHAT he is presented as. fi

What makes this even more interesting is that despite Mammon being characterized as Fizz’s petty, manipulative boss, we nonetheless see him display all the POWER and experience we’d expect from one of the seven rulers of Hell. Asmodeus mentions earlier in the episode that he’s known Mammon ‘since the START of Hell’, confirming they were both involved in its creation, and when the two square off at the end, it’s clear that Mammon is very much Ozzie’s EQUAL in power, and that everyone else present is pretty much an insect in comparison.

This is what I think makes the inclusion of that one creepy, obsessive fan of Fizzerolli’s in this episode so significant; he serves as a point of comparison to Mammon.

For all the power and authority that he might wield, Mammon is characterized as being no different/better than a creepy, manipulative, entitled and obsessive stalker.

I think this might be the true common ‘thru-line’ connecting all of the seven sins through Helluva Boss and possibly even Hazbin Hotel: That despite essentially being ‘God-Emperors’ of Hell and outclassed in power likely only by the most powerful angels of Heaven itself, the seven sins are characterized in a very grounded, down-to-earth and for lack of a better term, ‘human’ way.

All the times we’ve seen them, Ozzie, Bee and Mam haven’t presented themselves as these all-powerful beings lording themselves over their subjects like we might expect or even what we’ve seen of the Goetic nobility. They don’t present themselves as ‘royalty’ but rather more like celebrity performers, which is certainly in keeping with Vivzie’s comments about how Hell is meant to represent a circus.

It really gives this fascinating dichotomy to the Sins as characters, where they’re presented as these big wacky celebrities with big, over-the-top personas which in turn hide very grounded, down-to-earth people underneath. While at the same time still being these monstrously powerful and ancient beings whose dominion over Hell is entirely uncontested.

It also gives them a nice contrast with the Goetic Nobility and the Sinner Overlords. Like those two groups actually do act and present themselves like demonic ‘royalty’ who lord themselves over those considered ‘beneath’ them, while in reality they’re at best the ‘middle-managers’, and instead it’s these wacky characters who are the TRUE masters of Hell.

It may even continue into what we might see in Hazbin Hotel, what with Charlie being this bubbly, happy-go-lucky Disney-esque princess who also may very well have power outclassing literally EVERYONE else in the show apart from her parents.

Overall, I loved this episode and I think we may now have a good idea what we might expect from the other Sins, and possibly even Lucifer himself in Hazbin Hotel.

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 1 Drugging, sick, poisoned

TW/CW: Signs of poisoning, family angst, angels, nobility ~ 658 words

Technically she got lucky by getting disowned.

Her target today wouldn’t know the poison. Couldn’t possibly know it. Harmonia shifted her weight to the other leg and the expensive fabric of her dress swayed with her. Unlike those shoes her dress was something that actually brought her joy. She casually looked around the party and let her gaze streak the big crystal clock on the wall. It was almost time. Harmonia swirled her thin glass and looked at the glimmering liquid. Ah fuck it. She thought and drank the remaining drink in one fluid motion.

“Wow, that’s not how you’re supposed to drink that. Then again, you never measured up in that department.”

Harmonia’s eyes narrowed at the voice and she turned around. There, in the same A-line dress style as her stood Selah.

“Always a delight to see you. Sister.”

Her younger sister crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Oh I’m sure it is. So, how are you occupying yourself now? Spouting profanities everywhere? Maybe also associating yourself with ash bathers?”

Harmonia scoffed and smiled at her sister mockingly. "You’re so narrow-minded. You can’t even think of something outside of our picture-perfect theatre.”, Her sister opened her mouth to answer but before she got the chance Harmonia continued, “And since I am, as you are aware, no longer a part of this family it is of no concern to you what I engage in.” Casually she handed her glass to a bypassing server. Selah had winced when Harmonia mentioned her exclusion. For anybody that didn’t know her for as long and well as she does it wouldn’t have been visible.

Selah stretched her wings and raised her chin. “Shouldn’t you address me differently by now, commoner?”

Harmonia chuckled sadly “Huh, no chance, kiddo.”

Her sister’s composed facial expression started to distort and quickly Harmonia stepped close to her. She acted as if she was inspecting an embroidery on her sister’s dress as she spoke with an urgent voice: “You’re slipping ‘Steorra’. I can’t and won’t save you anymore. Come on.”

Selah squeezed her eyes shut for a second, then her face relaxed and she looked at her disgraced sister full of scorn. -Harmonia stepped back again- “Save me? Oh please. I don’t need you to save me. I never did.”

Only Harmonia could see the wish in her eyes and the hurt in her words. But before she could say something more a yell tore through the air.

Hurriedly the two of them stepped to the marble railing that overlooked the room.

Harmonia set up her practiced face. She had to look noble-thus unfaced, but not too noble because she wasn’t supposed to be good at that. She had to look shocked but not too shocked after all it wasn’t a personal friend.

A noble man had collapsed to the floor, wings squeezed underneath him in a surely uncomfortable angle. His friends had crouched down and inspected him. The person with the best healing magic was singled out from the guests and they tried their best.

But Harmonia knew it wouldn’t work, she had made sure of that.

Sweat was covering the noble’s face and his body had gone incredibly pale. He was barely conscious, that is until he started yelling at things only he could see.

Harmonia checked out mentally. It would take a bit for the man to die, even with such a high dosage. And despite her job she didn’t particularly enjoy killing people. She was just good at it.

The man had now started to shiver massively and the sounds leaving his throat were incredibly raspy.

By the time another healer arrived it was already too late.

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The guests were all questioned and Harmonia effortlessly stuck to her story. After that they were allowed to leave the property. Harmonia got out way before her sister and forcing her gaze forward she left. Back to her current employer. Task successfully executed.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @ailesswhumptober

[looseinthecatroom]

THAT? That is a Goetia right fucking there.

I do love that the angel's less human form looks like hell's nobility. Plenty Ars Goetia/Lesser Key of Solomon demons were supposed to be fallen angels after all.

[eelhound]

"I think Homer outwits most writers who have written on the War [fantasy archetype], by not taking sides.

The Trojan war is not and you cannot make it be the War of Good vs. Evil. It’s just a war, a wasteful, useless, needless, stupid, protracted, cruel mess full of individual acts of courage, cowardice, nobility, betrayal, limb-hacking-off, and disembowelment. Homer was a Greek and might have been partial to the Greek side, but he had a sense of justice or balance that seems characteristically Greek — maybe his people learned a good deal of it from him? His impartiality is far from dispassionate; the story is a torrent of passionate actions, generous, despicable, magnificent, trivial. But it is unprejudiced. It isn’t Satan vs. Angels. It isn’t Holy Warriors vs. Infidels. It isn’t hobbits vs. orcs. It’s just people vs. people.

Of course you can take sides, and almost everybody does. I try not to, but it’s no use; I just like the Trojans better than the Greeks. But Homer truly doesn’t take sides, and so he permits the story to be tragic. By tragedy, mind and soul are grieved, enlarged, and exalted.

Whether war itself can rise to tragedy, can enlarge and exalt the soul, I leave to those who have been more immediately part of a war than I have. I think some believe that it can, and might say that the opportunity for heroism and tragedy justifies war. I don’t know; all I know is what a poem about a war can do. In any case, war is something human beings do and show no signs of stopping doing, and so it may be less important to condemn it or to justify it than to be able to perceive it as tragic.

But once you take sides, you have lost that ability.

Is it our dominant religion that makes us want war to be between the good guys and the bad guys?

In the War of Good vs. Evil there can be divine or supernal justice but not human tragedy. It is by definition, technically, comic (as in The Divine Comedy): the good guys win. It has a happy ending. If the bad guys beat the good guys, unhappy ending, that’s mere reversal, flip side of the same coin. The author is not impartial. Dystopia is not tragedy.

Milton, a Christian, had to take sides, and couldn’t avoid comedy. He could approach tragedy only by making Evil, in the person of Lucifer, grand, heroic, and even sympathetic — which is faking it. He faked it very well.

Maybe it’s not only Christian habits of thought but the difficulty we all have in growing up that makes us insist justice must favor the good.

After all, 'Let the best man win' doesn’t mean the good man will win. It means, 'This will be a fair fight, no prejudice, no interference — so the best fighter will win it.' If the treacherous bully fairly defeats the nice guy, the treacherous bully is declared champion. This is justice. But it’s the kind of justice that children can’t bear. They rage against it. It’s not fair!

But if children never learn to bear it, they can’t go on to learn that a victory or a defeat in battle, or in any competition other than a purely moral one (whatever that might be), has nothing to do with who is morally better.

Might does not make right — right?

Therefore right does not make might. Right?

But we want it to. 'My strength is as the strength of ten because my heart is pure.'

If we insist that in the real world the ultimate victor must be the good guy, we’ve sacrificed right to might. (That’s what History does after most wars, when it applauds the victors for their superior virtue as well as their superior firepower.) If we falsify the terms of the competition, handicapping it, so that the good guys may lose the battle but always win the war, we’ve left the real world, we’re in fantasy land — wishful thinking country.

Homer didn’t do wishful thinking.

Homer’s Achilles is a disobedient officer, a sulky, self-pitying teenager who gets his nose out of joint and won’t fight for his own side. A sign that Achilles might grow up someday, if given time, is his love for his friend Patroclus. But his big snit is over a girl he was given to rape but has to give back to his superior officer, which to me rather dims the love story. To me Achilles is not a good guy. But he is a good warrior, a great fighter — even better than the Trojan prime warrior, Hector. Hector is a good guy on any terms — kind husband, kind father, responsible on all counts — a mensch. But right does not make might. Achilles kills him.

The famous Helen plays a quite small part in The Iliad. Because I know that she’ll come through the whole war with not a hair in her blond blow-dry out of place, I see her as opportunistic, immoral, emotionally about as deep as a cookie sheet. But if I believed that the good guys win, that the reward goes to the virtuous, I’d have to see her as an innocent beauty wronged by Fate and saved by the Greeks.

And people do see her that way. Homer lets us each make our own Helen; and so she is immortal.

I don’t know if such nobility of mind (in the sense of the impartial 'noble' gases) is possible to a modern writer of fantasy. Since we have worked so hard to separate History from Fiction, our fantasies are dire warnings, or mere nightmares, or else they are wish fulfillments."

- Ursula K. Le Guin, from No Time to Spare, 2013.

[royalty-nobility]

Willem II Prince of Orange and Maria Stuart

Artist: Gerard van Honthorst (Dutch, 1592–1656)

TItle: Double-portrait of William II (1626-1650), Prince of Orange, and his wife Mary Stuart (1631-1660).

Genre: Portrait

Date: 1647

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Rijksmuseum Amsterdam, Netherlands

Depicted People:

William II, Prince of Orange 

Mary Henrietta, Princess Royal

Portrait of Friedrich Wilhelm, Elector of Brandenburg, and his Wife Louise Henriette, Countess of Orange-Nassau

Depicted People:

Frederick William of Brandenburg 

Countess Louise Henriette of Nassau

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Words to use instead of beautiful?

Alluring - having a strongly attractive or enticing quality

Angelic - resembling, or suggestive of, an angel (as in purity, holiness, innocence, or beauty)

Appealing - having appeal; pleasing

Attractive - arousing interest or pleasure

Beguiling - agreeably or charmingly attractive or pleasing

Bewitching - powerfully or seductively attractive or charming

Captivating - charmingly or irresistibly appealing

Celestial - eminently pleasing; delightful, heavenly

Charismatic - a person who possesses special traits that attract, inspire, or fascinate other people; a person possessing charisma

Charming - extremely pleasing or delightful

Cute - attractive or pretty especially in a childish, youthful, or delicate way

Dapper - neat and trim in appearance; very spruce and stylish

Dazzling - brilliantly or showily bright, colorful, or impressive

Debonair - suave, urbane; lighthearted, nonchalant

Divine - supremely good; godlike

Elegant - of a high grade or quality; splendid

Enchanting - powerfully pleasing, appealing, or delightful

Enticing - arousing strong attraction or interest

Entrancing - capable of attracting and holding interest; charming

Exquisite - pleasing through beauty, fitness, or perfection; one who is overly fastidious in dress or ornament

Fine - worthy of or eliciting admiration

Gorgeous - splendidly or showily brilliant or magnificent

Graceful - pleasing or attractive in line, proportion, or movement

Handsome - having a pleasing and usually impressive or dignified appearance

Heavenly - suggesting the blessed state of heaven; beatific; delightful

Immaculate - having or containing no flaw or error; pure

Lovesome - winsome, lovely; affectionate, amorous

Pretty - having conventionally accepted elements of beauty

Pulchritudinous - physical comeliness

Radiant - marked by or expressive of love, confidence, or happiness

Ravishing - unusually attractive, pleasing, or striking

Refined - free from impurities; fastidious, cultivated

Resplendent - attractive and impressive through being richly colorful or sumptuous

Seductive - having alluring or tempting qualities

Striking - attracting attention or notice through unusual or conspicuous qualities

Stunning - strikingly impressive especially in beauty or excellence

Sublime - tending to inspire awe usually because of elevated quality (as of beauty, nobility, or grandeur) or transcendent excellence

Sultry - exciting or capable of exciting strong sexual desire

Voguish - fashionable, smart; suddenly or temporarily popular

Winsome - generally pleasing and engaging often because of a childlike charm and innocence

If this helps/inspires your writing in any way, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read your work!

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[another-lost-mc]

Soo like would the demon brothers including the other demon characters kill for mc? 👻

It's not a question of will they kill for you, but rather, who do they have to kill? Because of course they would.

If it's some nobody lesser demon, chances are they can do the deed and get away with it without anyone knowing (or caring) about it after. Higher-ranking demons within the nobility are more of a challenge - the social and personal consequences are much higher, assuming the original offense is a minor infraction and not something that would warrant a formal punishment of the court. If it's something serious, it's better to let Diavolo take care of it (and trust when he says that he will).

Angels are tricky to deal with. Outright killing one would probably anger Diavolo too much, let alone what Michael's reaction would be. Punishments for Celestial Realm denizens who offend or hurt you (and by extension, the demons that care for you) are non-lethal and have to be carried out with some level of care and subtlety. They can't arouse too much suspicion or anger from the other realms. Fortunately, angels aren't likely to do anything too grievous towards you anyway. (The angels that know you best have their own methods of dealing with their angelic brothers or sisters that need a little enlightenment when it comes to your happiness and well-being.)

When it comes to deadly retribution, humans are probably the easiest for your demon companions to dispose of. With their frail bodies and fondness for sin and reckless behaviour, humans die unexpectedly all the time. So long as they're careful not to leave any evidence of their involvement behind, some poor human's unexpected demise is coincidental at best. Your pet demon isn't likely to be held accountable for it either - assuming Solomon hasn't taken care of the miscreant first, that is.

Of course, killing is such a vague concept, and each of your demonic friends has their own preferences when it comes to getting their hands a little bloody for you.

(warnings: mentions of violence/murder/torture, unhinged behaviour, demons being demons, etc.)

RECKLESS AND IMPULSIVE: It might surprise you how quick they respond to aggression or insults towards you and the level of violence they're capable of. Their love for you is so strong, they can't help it. Perhaps it's better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission, because they know you're too kind for your own good. Letting some no-good demon get away with hurting you, even the tiniest bit, is unthinkable. It doesn't really matter what you say, because once the switch flips, it's too late to stop them. The demon is already dead at their feet before anyone else nearby even realizes what happened.

— Mammon, Satan, Beelzebub

CAREFUL AND CALCULATED: A bitter insult, some derogatory comments on Devilgram, obnoxious criticisms heard amongst the chatter of RAD's busy hallways - it doesn't take much to anger them when it comes to defending you. You're so precious, their uniquely imperfect little human master, and you deserve better than that. They'll take their time, they'll make their plans, they'll consider their options carefully. When the deed is done, they'll make sure every last trace of blood is gone from their hands and their teeth before they see you again. It would be a shame to tarnish you with the filth of the unworthy.

— Leviathan, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Mephistopheles

MERCILESS AND UNTOUCHABLE: There's nothing that matters more than your safety and happiness. They're the ones you can turn to when you feel like you can't turn to anyone else. You can confide in them because they're strong. Their power and influence is unmatched, and no matter what troubles you, they'll see that it's taken care of. They used to scare you before, but now there's comfort in the firm hand clasping your shoulder when they lead you to your door, or the warm cup of tea they press into your hands, or the princely smile that promises you never have to worry so long as they're close. You can rest easy at night knowing whatever threatens your well-being is taken care of, even if you don't realize it. The dungeons beneath the Demon Lord's Castle that house the wicked, and the dark deeds carried out against them in your name, are burdens they gladly bear.

— Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos

[ang3lwithapen]

Welcome to Blackwood Manor

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Most recent update: 14 November 2024

A choose-your-own-story kind of game where you can pick your own gender, sexuality, lover(s) and much more.

The Blackwoods are a wealthy noble family in Victorian England, and they seem to have fallen in a streak of dark, unexplainable events. You’re their new Housekeeper— how will you move in this complex scenario? And how will you interact with the four love interests, none other than the mysterious Blackwood Siblings?

It’s up to you!

Meet The Siblings:

Alice/Arlen 🍷 The Eldest

cold • gallant • commanding • unapproachable

A is the eldest child and heir of the Blackwood fortune. They seem to be extremely distant and aloof, although never impolite. The recent loss of their ex spouse certainly doesn’t seem to make them any more approachable. The Family’s reputation is what matters the most to them, and they will go to any lengths to maintain it intact.

Rose/Rowan 🍁 The Rebel

considerate • passionate • charming • cunning

R is what one might describe as a fox made human. Their silver tongue and quick wit make them exceptional at playing games of all kinds. Their tendency for partying and romantic affairs, however, don’t make them a subtle individual in the eyes of the English nobility.

Sabrina/Sebastian 🦋 The Artist

vain • creative • extravagant • sensitive

Renowned in England for their handcrafted and designed capes, they’re an admired yet shadowy figure when it comes to their fame, as their frail health doesn’t allow them to partake in social events. In reality, S shows to have a bit of a complicated and pompous personality, with an obsession with perfection, especially when it comes to themselves.

Helena/Hector ❄️ The Recluse

protective • unpredictable • dangerous • intense

A big mystery of the Blackwood Family. H was only ever seen by people outside the Manor when they were a child, and everybody would describe their looks as angelic. Now that they’re grown, for some reason they refuse to leave their side of the manor, preferring solitude even over the company of their own siblings. One thing is for sure, though: be careful when you do end up meeting them.

Get to know them, choose how to act towards them, and fall in love with one, two… or all of them. All the while, trying to find out what exactly happened to the previous Housekeeper.

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If your curiosity has been piqued, you can play the first couple of chapters of my dark romance game here:

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