#ceremonialpurge

[keiisho]

"Are you there? (spooky taps at the window in the middle of the night)

owl city sentence starters -- accepting

It was the middle of the night, and he was finally settling down in the house he was ill-accustomed to. Not knowing the others, not knowing their comings and goings left him a tad ill-at-ease.

Quietly, he had settled down for the night. Unfortunately sober and listening to the little gremlins wandering around outside his locked bedroom door. Luckily, for the most part, they seemed to be young from what he could tell. Less threatening.

So when he heard tapping on his window, and a gruff voice ask: are you there? - he found himself jumping out of bed, Volumen in his hands as he turned, screeching when he saw the horrendous creature.

It was horrific - pale as the moon with glowing red eyes, shaggy fur hanging all around its face and great horns coming out of its sides. Claws tapping on the glass, he turned and ran out of his room in his pajamas, slamming the door behind him.

[falsanctus]

There was a sense of satisfaction. Finality. Years of hard work and labour came to fruition in a single, glorious moment. Then, silence. The end was achieved - a world of calm and peace, covered in ever-blooming flowers. Done, at long last, Shirou could finally lay his head to rest and enjoy the moment.

It was a short lived moment, still.

“You.”

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[bloodburial-blog]

TO: Vlad Tepes

FROM: Sunako

Did you heard the news, Mister Vlad?

Soon, we’ll be gone. It might be home, or something else. How scary.

Well...I actually texted to say something else other than that.

I just wanted to say thank you.

[nocturnirea]

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THERE WERE THINGS SO TERRIBLE NOT EVEN CHAOS WOULD BIRTH THEM. That was probably one such thing, he had absolutely no interest in exploring horrors this affront to aesthetic. Or anything. ( Really. ) 

         “YOUR WHAT. ARE YOU... MOCKING ME?”

Thin ice, Vlad. Thin. Ice.

[salturia]

        WHAT IS THAT UPSETTING AROMA DRIFTING FROM THE KITCHEN? It reeks of refined delicacies, like red wine and braised lamb. Fitting for, perhaps, an eloquent prince with affable mannerisms and luscious curls. An individual ravaged by the depths of madness should be incapable of sharing a palate with culinary gourmands. YET, the one that ghosts over that simmering pot, fringed mane and chin whiskers attached, is the debauched legend of Wallachia. The man said to have slain over twenty thousand Turkish soldiers as if they were slabs of meat on a skewer. Hm. This must be a lie. She nyooms in, grasps onto his cape, and yanks, eyes squinting out their demand for a sample of evidence.

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[lunarchained]

@ceremonialpurge is also a vampire...! but

But he had better publicity than most, for someone who was supposed to be fictional. “So you’re Dracula? You look different from the movies I’ve seen...“ Hands folded behind her back, she tip-toed around the man in his bulky armor and scrutinized him closely. Her nose twitched, in dismay of the stench of blood about him. Something was off about the guy... “So do the thing! The bat cloud thing!“ Leaaaan.

[composedapotheosis]

Starter Call | @ceremonialpurge

The White Cloak was very curious about these... things on wheels that were everywhere, traveling down the roads. But while the ones on the roads were moving far too fast for it to inspect safely, the ones parked at the curb were perfect to gaze at. The White Cloak started walking a slow circle around a parked car, it’s long scarf trailing behind and wrapping around the sides of the car.

And unintentionally (and unbeknownst to the White Cloak) wrapping around the poor fellow who just happened to be walking down the sidewalk at the time, too.

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ceremonialpurge replied to your post “     “Testing, testing… Mic check 1, 2, 3…  Ahlan beekum… O-kay! If...”

is this where i turn in my raffle ticket? did i win

     Yes. Step closer.

[nocturnirea]

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SACRILEGE DISTORTED THE WALLS AND STAIRS that led into the furthest reaches of this nightmare’s prison. He traced the glyphs with his eyes and his ears took in the chants praising Satan and Beelzebub with each reprise. Disrupting the disharmony, screams of the tortured echoed through the halls from within the bowels of the structure. Candles that spent dim light burnt away souls for fuel. The Prince of Darkness mulled over the meaning of his arrival here as a slow stride carried him over the stained carpets towards something, someone. The concrete fingers caressed in passing was the flesh of his home, a companion and at the same time, his insides outside. He was fear, it was fear. Castle and Lord were one and the same to mortal peril. This wasn’t his castle, but the spirit in these corridors was him. He was the fear of all living but it wasn’t his. It wasn’t his. In essence it was but it wasn’t.

To discover the truth that disturbed him he traveled where ancient blood led him and at the end of his journey he found a knight who lost more than he had to begin with. Pike lodged in his chest and end of it poking through his back, claws etching away skin in despair for the purpose to reveal. And still alive, afflicted, but kept bound where the devils amassed by his side, where no god would look and no angels would tread. Abandoned- ah, he understood now. 

 ( Finally, he understood. )

                 “CEASE. YOU STAND BEFORE THE ONLY TRUE DARK LORD. IF YOU STRIP AWAY WHAT YOU ARE NOT, YOU ADMIT TO FEARING BECOMING THE MASK. THIS FEAR IS A HOPE I DO NOT TOLERATE. YOU WILL NEVER BE ME, VLAD. ”

Coiled around the spear’s shaft in a death grip, forsaken skin met forsaken steel. A thousand years of anger coalesced in the vampire’s red’s that narrowed on the damaged Lancer’s face.

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Like the other one, this doesn’t feel like a holy place. Far more decrepit, a shadow of it’s former self-- much like her. Fallen into decay after being abandoned, no doubt. There are better, more comfortable places to pray, after all. Pale fingers gently slide across dusty pews, the floorboards creaking in protest even from her feather-light frame. She is grateful the statues in this place have long since broken and crumbled, offering her some respite from the fear that would seize hold of her like a vice. She’d rather not have those marble eyes burning into her skin, as if accusing her of trespassing.

Before she can properly admire the shambled interior, accented by the moonlight coming in from stained glass and the numerous holes in the roof, she pauses. Not because of her hesitation, but because of the smell of blood that pushes past the strong scent of dust and decay. It’s odd...how it feels like he belongs here, and she definitely doesn’t.

“Good evening, mister.” Her hand does not touch the altar, now devoid of whatever holy relic might have rested on it before. Sunako turns to properly address the other figure, smoothing down the front of her dress in the meantime.

“Are you just sightseeing too? I’d be careful-- the boards might give out. They’re so wobbly, I almost tripped!” 

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[presidentking-blog1]

ceremonialpurge replied to your post: “Hm! When it comes to Halloween, it’s all about...

but i only have 30 bucks!!

“Well now, well now! As a fellow Heroic Spirit, I suppose we could work something out! I have been needing some... helpers lately, you see!”

“Perhaps we can strike up a deal! You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.”

[falsanctus]

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Eyes meet from across the street. A glint of amber, brows risen; the slant of red, burning bright. The world moves around them, unaware or uncaring, it was hard to tell. Both, probably. A moment stretched into infinity, broken only by the soft purr nestled in Shirou’s hand, then the thunderous movement of armour.

“Is this... your cat?”

From the way he looked at him, probably.

[tzrv-arch]

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“HELLERS THEIR LOT. THEY EXPECT THE TZAR TO TAKE QUARTERS LIKE A PENNED UP DOG? A CURSE TAKETH THEM ALL !! “ That an ‘apartment’ was not a palace was to be expected, but the description given to him drove his anger to surface. ". . . THIS IS NOT HOW IT OUGHT TO BE. WHAT IS THIS TEST BY DEVIL’S DESIGN? WHY ARE WE HERE . . . WHY ! ”

[crimedynamics]

              “HAHAHAH, HERE IS THE FINAL FORMULA, THE ULTIMATE CRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII----EEEEEEEEEEEEE----”

Flinging himself in the nick of time out of the barrage of spears with more than one dodge-roll, the Archer kept running until he could kick-jump onto the side of a building out of harm’s and impalement’s way.

              “----AIEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH----”

Those stupid spears chased him up a roof like a dog! What was this guy thinking?! Was he thinking? Why did no one here put their Berserkers on a leash! The Archer of Shinjuku readjusted himself and his gun-coffin but had yet to properly regain his breath. So what if it took out all these wraiths efficiently, it nearly took out him too---

               “YOU BLOODY MANIAC, CAN’T YOU WATCH IT WITH YOUR NOBLE PHANTASM?! YOU ALMOST SKEWERED ME!” 

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[puritatis-blog]

@ceremonialpurge ♡ starter call !!

     “Mr. Spooky man!”

It seemed that the Lancer-class servant had himself a nickname and probably a big fan now. Of course, Elise would remember who he has - it was hard to forget an appearance like that among the various normal citizens that wandered the streets. Skidding herself to a stop, she bounced a little on her heels, a grin on her face. She figured she should thank the man who gave her candy, so that’s what she was set out to do!

     “I’m glad I found you ~! For being nice to me, I’ve decided I’m going      to return the favor! I’ll help you out with… whatever you’re doing today!”

Alright, so she hadn’t actually thought of what she could do to repay him but she figured she could find something to do for him.