#ceremonialpurge.01

[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.

[nocturnirea]

@ceremonialpurge | WHO BARES FANGS AT GOD

‘NO MORE DO I WALK AS A MAN‘, torn into a dimension out of chaos’ reach the dark lord choked on the words as he was reduced to just that. A man! His own love for immoral pursuit of knowledge turned against him in the blink of an eye, now a rat among many to observe. 

Upon his arrival in this rat’s nest he fled quickly to the shadows out of mortal sight. Fury barely contained under his skin, claws and fangs itched to deliver punishment and reason hung by a thread. Spurned and subdued by the lingering fragrance of blood, not on him but-

a spear, struck beside his head by the clearly inhuman knight whose heels had clicked behind him with no intent to hide his presence. It seemed that even the devotions of monsters to him had been stripped away. A glare traced the tip of the weapon but the vampire did not turn around. His voice, laced with venom, vaguely feigned calmness. 

      “AND WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”

[tzrv-arch]

@ceremonialpurge

“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 ! ”

[falsanctus]

@ceremonialpurge

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.

[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.

[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!” 

@ceremonialpurge

[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.

[apocryphism-blog]

“...Hrm.”

     Servants in this city were, in the first place, not so uncommon. By now the boy had gotten used to seeing various Servants here and there-- some he recognized, others he did not. This, however, was a particularly odd case for him.

Vlad Tepes. Vlad III. Vlad the Impaler. A Heroic Spirit with three distinct titles-- and one whom he distinctly recalls from his meeting here, and from what he’s seen elsewhere. But this Servant... was the very same Vlad, according to his True Name Discernment. It wasn’t the only odd thing here, however. This pointy, iron-clad man before him was...

... Mingling with some trash cans and dumpsters in this back alley, as it seemed.

Shirou didn’t particularly feel like asking what this man was doing per say-- but he did take interest in the intimidating man before him. He’d never seen a case like this before.

“-- Are you alright?”

     As such, the boy casually calls out to the other to gain his attention.

@ceremonialpurge

[nocturnirea]

@ceremonialpurge | Delete This

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.

[nocturnirea]

@ceremonialpurge (EVENT - TRICK OR RETREAT)

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.