#demon-blood-youths.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The Journey to Forgiveness||

~~Reserved Rp with @demon-blood-youths~~

The start of the new month has arrived and as Ink said, her fraction members the DBT was grounded this month. That means everyone had to stick to their punishments written by Ink and the boys. However, she did ask Jaron to drive Navarro later this morning to his own punishment. After that, Jaron would have to hand Ink his car keys to be put somewhere for the month. Along with the others who was having their things locked away.

At the apartment, Midoriya was waiting for Jaron to show with Navarro but it was pretty early. He did get a text from her to say Jaron should be dropping off near 8:33am this morning. Or due to the most of the boys being gone to do something. So for now, he waited.

But he was wondering if the DBT will be alright though, even Yuu who had a bruise on her cheek from the punch but she was fine.

[clown-demon]

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"Thought I'd be seeing you pass by here!" Dazai greeted with a wave to the stranger. "You might not know who I am, but I've seen you around these parts before! Though I'd get to know you!"

[papasmistakeria]

Two religious horror media that centers around a small isolated place that was implied to be religiously devoted and that some people stay away from due to bad events that transpired. These media have several characters and themes in common; A cult, a troubled youth who was forcefully turned into a member of a cult, a gruff foreign protector who opposes the main character, a demonic being that "saved" the main character, an overtly religious and avid follower of a cult, and most importantly, the priest main character who tasks themselves with saving the life of a specific person by any means necessary. At some point, they lost sight of reality, perceiving grotesque figures as biblical creatures, and they've also lost the trust of their Parish. They also have an old companion that they try to desperately save from completely losing their sense of selves. The priests are also named John and are over 6'1

Oh and they've killed someone with their bare hands when they got lost in the sauce

[eternalstarlights]

@demon-blood-youths continued from here.

Using the darkness as a cover, Regulus can do that. Sneaking around and staying hidden wasn’t exactly his speciality but he can do that well enough for now.

“It is the Armed Detective Agency business.” But Regulus saw no point in hiding it from him. “But if you want to know, the police have asked us for help investigating drugs. There is this new criminal that is selling drugs that people into monsters and the police want to put a stop to this. We did some investigating and we believe that that bird monster may be related to this.”  

[vischys]

Starter for @demon-blood-youths

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Gray eyes widened in perplexity, upon descrying a familiar silhouette clad in the navy hood with the letter V engraved upon it. There was no mistake as to whom that trademark getup belonged to.

“Ink?” The cambion called out, steady yet an octave lower than his usual firm tone.

The passage of time forged upon after their impromptu reunion in the undead-infested city. He had in mind the desire to call upon the Vanguard since, even her comrades to an extent. And now, here they were, as fate once again reunited them in yet another chance encounter, in Vergil's usual route between home and library withal. The result of his literary excursion tucked within the navy tote bag slung upon his right shoulder with the Yamato held uncompromisingly in his left palm as ever.

[redlineoffate]

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"You said you wanted to talk to me alone. Who is this guy? He doesn't seem to be from our school."

[saxophone-under-the-moon]

🔥

I hate that the RPC in general is averse to any sort of conflict, be it fight scenes, heated arguments, or anything of the sort. Without conflict, stories are boring! It's also annoying that most people just want stale fluff/slice of life threads, which go nowhere fast. Since I write fighting game muses, it's incredibly difficult to get people to write fight scenes in general. Do I really need to pull someone's teeth to get a more interesting thread going? Ugh.

[militibus-ex-umbra]

Hey Alucard, how can you tell what's good blood and bad blood? Is there a trick to it or does it come naturally? - Rust

"Despite what one might assume not all blood is equal. The way someone has lived and existed throughout their lives, the weight of their sins and virtues upon their soul. This affects the taste and quality of blood. Regardless if the subject is human or vampire." Alucard explained with a smirk on his face. After all he had consumed thousands upon thousands of souls. He would be the expert.

"To feed on another living beings blood can sate the blood lust. But for some they would only be satisfied if they had fully consumed their victim. Both of their blood and their very soul."

[darksonofsparda]

Random Dialogue Starters || No Longer Accepting

@demon-blood-youths sent: “did you find what you were looking for?” - Ink

[{ 🗡️ }] - "....I thought so... but it turns out, I was wrong.."

Now that was a question for the ages. Ever since Vergil had come back, despite managing to adjust to his new point of view, and finally making amends with his brother, things had felt, different -- strange and unusual. It didn't make sense. He had peace, and he was at his peak limit of power, virtually unstoppable thanks to unlocking his true devil form the Sin Devil Trigger.

Vergil felt a power beyond any other power he's ever wielded, and while he had what he finally wanted for so long -- then why did everything still feel so out of place? He had power unlike any other, yet he still felt like there was something missing, something that made him feel incomplete inside, both parts of him were reunited as one, but even still, Vergil didn't feel like he was whole again.

What was this missing piece deep down inside of him? What exactly was it that still had him feeling indifferent, like nothing mattered anymore. The more he thought about this perplexing struggle, the farther down he seemed to fall, losing more and more ground as this internal crisis continued to plague him like a sickness. It just felt like, no matter how hard he tried, there was no proper way to fully atone for everything he'd done, especially what Urizen had done, damning him to an eternity of innocent blood stained all over his hands for the rest of his life.

Even though he was different now, he felt that he would never be accepted regardless, the gravity of his past actions were just too great, so catastrophic, that Vergil was convinced that no one would accept him besides his brother, and while it did feel nice to have one person on his side, it did feel empty and alone at times -- feelings that Vergil always went out of his way to hide, but whenever he was alone, these feelings would haunt him.

Even if he managed to accomplish his personal goal of slaying the rest of the demons on the planet, it would be nothing but an empty victory, nothing would change. Ink, was a friend of his he'd known for some time now, so he didn't mind sharing a bit more of his inner thoughts with her -- of course he would be limiting how much he told her in classic fashion.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "One person can only do so much for redemption, only for it to be all for nothing.. I'd like to think that I've found what I'm looking for, that I have found my purpose in this world...but the truth is...." A short pause, as he exhales a tired sigh.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "The truth is, that I'm more lost now, than I ever was before... I have yet to find that purpose.. I'm just a lost cause, searching for a life, or.. a ghost, searching for his graveyard..."

[electricea]

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"Group hug, everyone!"

[loyaltyandchaos]

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Ahsoka didn't like being left behind when it came to villains. But sometimes she had to put up with the role of partner. Anakin was more experienced. Her portals could help her a lot, but in such situations it was better to entrust everything to Anakin. Thanks to his quirk, her portals became more efficient.

"Great! One job is done! Dozens more in the way!"

Anakin smiled and nodded. The work was done. Ink did a good job. The patrol was not over yet, but it was possible to relax a bit.

"Yes, work will still find us. But for now, we can afford ice cream."

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Blood wars: Revenge of the Nagu vampires||

Reserved Rp with @demon-blood-youths

It's been about a few weeks to around three months after the attack against the Nagu vampires and the fractions of NYC. Everyone has been recovering and rebuilding after the destruction they caused. Most people still lived on their lives even trying to do their best to look past what happened.

So far, the fractions have been doing well, even some just resting up for the time being. Right now, no word was heard from the Nagu vampires or the main targets: Caizmir and Owen. Right now, it seems the two were busy doing something or seeking the Elder Nagu vampire. So far, they have given blood or offerings to the shrine that held him but they were seeing his power growing during the past weeks.

"Please hear my voice great one. I know you been sleeping for a long time but we seek your help. Your aid...please come to us." Caizmir was seeing the followers chanting but seeing the blood magic at work. Owen said nothing but he saw and felt the power from the shrine. However, their was someone laying on the stone bed but they looked to be dead but not. They were asleep.

"Sir, do you really think this will work?" one Nagu asked but Owen hissed at him to be quiet. The other falls back scared seeing the others chanting still. They knew the elder was right there. Sleeping but as the magic was seeping into the ground, some sudden movement was seen making the others tense. Wait..what the...

"Yes, rise grand elder. Rise to the new world of the living. Let us bring you back to the living. Come back and walk among us again." he chanting as the Nagu vampires sees the ground cracking but in a while, that's when something cracks through showing a hand with nails made of blood. Some of the chanters backs up scared but Caizmir and Owen looks seeing the hands but the one sleeping slowly shifts to slowly open their eyes. "....."

"This works....now I can plan my revenge on those demons..they will regret the day they messed with us." he chuckled.

~~~~~~Meanwhile in NYC~~~~~~

Breezy felt a sudden chill with a headache but she shook it off while the others noticed. "You okay?" asked Jinx looking up but to nod.

"Y..yeah, I'm good...just...a weird feeling." she mutters rubbing her arm but shook it off while the cursed vixens got worried about her friend but they were on patrol today like the other fractions today. Melinda and Breezy were alright but they only remains seeing their leader looking around. She wonders if the others were doing alright but they should be. Even knowing that Davion was helping out and being sure Rust was safe. It leaves the hurricane curious but she keeps it quiet.

[clown-demon]

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"No-- I will not give you a ride. It's not cuz I can't lift you, I just don't give flights to random strangers... Even if yer' offerin' me money.."

[burnxngslash]

“Huh, don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” Considering the town wasn’t a big city, the odds of meeting a face one’s never seen was incredibly high. Not to mention the individual didn’t exactly look like they were a local to begin with, but it didn’t mean Ben was on his guard unless the stranger gave him a reason to. “Though, I gotta say you look like someone that would enjoy the sophisticated meal that IS and forever will be Chili fries. How about it? My treat?”

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[eternalstarlights]

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“I am well aware. It would make sense that he is active at night. It is a good thing he hunts at night and not during daytime. But there will be some people who go out at night. If they are unlucky to be in the wrong location at the wrong time…” Kunikida trailed off, not finishing the sentence. He was sure the boy would understand. “Using the night and darkness to hunt down criminals would create the perfect image of a vengeful spirit or a demon.”

It was quite clear that the boy admired Phantom Slasher as some sort of hero. It was a little concerning. He only hoped this didn’t push the boy into more reckless actions. In fact, he still remembered the boy’s earlier reaction when he was stabbed. He didn’t react like a normal civilian would react almost as if this had happened before.

“Are you sure? Promise me that you won’t do anything reckless like this again.” Unless… was it possible if the boy and Phantom Slasher were related in some way? “Are there other anti-heroes like Phantom Slasher back in New York? Or is he the only one?”  

[mused-like-roses]

"Sorry! This is my pizza." - Ink to Dante.

"Wait, this is yours? Sorry about that, just found it conveniently in my vision like a siren's call, and the rest was history!" Said the Devil Hunter that was still consuming the slice of pizza. He couldn't help himself, pizza shouldn't be left uneaten after all. Though he was nice enough to hand the box back to Ink, only a slice or two was taken from said box at least. What was Dante gonna do had the other not shown up, eat the whole box by himself?

Knowing him, perhaps...