#desdemona jomei

[mino-diabolik]

DARK FATE — General Prologue [CG]

「Monologue」

Blood is thicker than water. Are we meant to believe a statement like that so blindly? Can familial bonds truly be worth the sacrifice of the relationships we have forged on our own? Perhaps they sculpted us into the people we are today. But can they claim they know us in depth? Can they claim that they will love us even if we do not become what they wished us to? Will they still care for us when we disagree? When we no longer wish to continue what they have started? These shadows press upon us worlds more than the gold of this crown. When our time comes, may we be buried beneath the earth. And not the weight of our name.

[ Location: No Man's Land — Demon Realm ]

Paws land heavily upon the ground. A large wolf of an obsidian coat charges through the overgrown. A young woman sits on its back with ease, clutching to its fur.

DJ: Mind your step, Mystic. This area is notorious for dangerous vegetation.

Mystic: Fret not, my loving Queen. This humble servant shall bring you back safely.

DJ: Oh, shush, boy. Quit jesting.

Mystic: Hahaha! Alright, I get it. I'll be careful.

( I've never been around this area. I suppose listening to mother this once would be for the best. )

The wind whistles loudly. Mystic suddenly slows to a stop.

Mystic: ... ... ...

DJ: ... Mystic? What's the matter?

Mystic: Can't you smell that?

DJ looks around, seemingly taking in her surroundings. She perks up.

DJ: ... ... Yes. Yes, I do.

Mystic: It's...

DJ: ——familiar.

Mystic kneels. DJ climbs down. He gently pushes her to hide.

Mystic: ( What... is that smell?

Why does it seem so familiar? )

—Rustle—

Mystic: ( Something...

There's something coming this way—— )

A branch cracks. Mystic pounces. A young woman startles under the shadows of the forest. Multiple other wolves stand around her.

??? (1): ... ... !

A pair of unknown individuals hurry into view just moments after. Mystic takes a furious stance, his ears pinned back.

DJ: ——Mystic, halt!

Mystic: ... ...?

( What's going on? )

??? (2): Who's there?! Come out right now!

Leaves rustle. DJ emerges. Mystic takes a protective stance in front of her.

??? (2): ... ...

... ... What——?

DJ: Sh—...

... ... Shin?

Mystic: ( ... ... Shin? The Shin?! )

DJ: ... Sob...

DJ walks closer to the man, tears pouring. Her hands quiver, hesitant to even reach for him.

DJ: You're alive...

... ... You're alive!

All of you are!

??? (3): ... ... ...

DJ: Lord Carla.

Carla: I never expected to see you again.

DJ: I could say the same, sir.

Magic swirls. Mystic emerges back into view in his original shape.

Mystic: Mother, what's going on? Who are these people?

Shin: ... ... "Mother"?

Mystic: ( Wow, he's mad now. )

DJ: Shin... this is Mystic. My son.

——Our son.

Carla: What?

Shin: ... ...

Our——!?

Mystic: ( We don't look all that alike. I've certainly got his eyes, though.

——One of them, at least. )

Shin: How could he... ...!?

DJ: Well... don't you remember our final night together?

Shin: ... ... Huh.

Mystic: Okay, too much information——

Shin: ... ... …

Mystic: ( He's staring at me now. )

What?

Shin: I was just thinking how you don't look like me at all.

Mystic: That so? Hah, thank god.

Shin: You——!

Mystic: I know what you're insinuating. I don't appreciate it.

Mystic: And hey, look here——

Mystic inches closer to Shin. He taps a finger right under his left eye.

Mystic: Now, tell me... which eye are you missing?

Shin: ... ...

Carla: As it would seem... Though he lacks many of your features, this boy is truly your flesh and blood.

—Fade—

「Monologue」

The Founders guided us back to their palace. The Banmaden. All with the promise of explaining what had happened in the aftermath of that long distant defeat. "How did you escape?" Mother asked. As it would turn out, the Lunar Eclipse gave the First Bloods the chance to escape. Even with it being a few months away, it’s proximity was enough to weaken the barrier and for their combined power to shatter it. They wandered through the Demon Realm for days, looking over other kingdoms and their linked territories. Mother spoke of her life after she left the Banmaden all those years ago. It was a story I had heard thousands of times. I have never been fond of standing around listening to the elders, so I decided to take the chance to view the terrain.

[ Location: Balcony — Banmaden ]

Mystic: ( So... this is the Banmaden. The Palace of the First Bloods.

I had only ever seen it from afar. Up until now, it and the surrounding area had been locked away by KarlHeinz's magic.

Can't imagine what it must have been like... )

??? (1): ——Excuse me.

Mystic: ... ... !

( Oh…! It's that woman from before. She didn’t say much at our first meeting, so I didn’t really have a chance to pay her any mind.

She really looks a lot like Lord Carla…

I didn't even feel her approach. Scary... )

Hey, um...

??? (1): Kazuha.

Mystic: Kazuha…

Sorry. Didn't hear you step out here.

—Rattle—

Kazuha: Is this yours?

Mystic: ( Father's revolver! )

How did you——?!

Kazuha: You left it unattended at the lounge down the hallway.

What an odd object. It is similar to a cannon. Though, perhaps a smaller version of it.

Mystic: Could you give it back—

Kazuha: I can hear the many bits and parts on the inside.

What is this machine called?

Mystic: ( Has she never seen a firearm? What is she going on about a "smaller cannon"? )

It's a firearm. A revolver. You put bullets in it.

Kazuha: Revolver?

—Click—

Kazuha: Bullets? Are those the cannon balls that go through the mouth of this machine?

Mystic: No, that's not—

Sigh, give it here. Lemme show you.

( Even a child would know how a revolver works... )

( ... Don't tell me... she's actually never seen one? )

( Just how long have these people been locked away in this place? )

Mystic jerks the cylinder open. It clicks and the bullets rattle. He angles the firearm for Kazuha to see.

Mystic: This little thing here is a bullet. They go in the empty spaces inside the cylinder. When you pull down the hammer—the little lever here on the back—it turns, then it's ready to fire.

Kazuha: Remarkable.

... My mother would have loved this artifact...

——Where did you get this?

Mystic: Ah, well, it was a gift from my father.

Kazuha: I wasn't aware Shin owned something like this.

Mystic: No, not that guy.

I'm talking about the man that was betrothed to my mother.

Even though his feelings were never reciprocated, he loves my mother very much. And for that, he raised me like I was his flesh and blood.

Kazuha: ... ... What a spineless man.

Mystic: Huh?

Kazuha: Since you know so much about this machine, I can assume you have the proper knowledge to wield it?

Mystic: Oh, um... sure?

I don't use it often, though.

Kazuha: ... ...

I am sure we will find a use for it.

Mystic: ... ...?

—Fade—

[ Location: Deserted Street — Human Realm ]

—Bang!—

A demon yelps. The bullet quickly consumes the intestines it has latched onto with a sizzle. He drops, howling in pain.

Mystic: Here I thought everyone knew not to make deals with Vipers. Have you learned nothing from history?

Now look at you—

Weeping like a child while you clutch to your guts.

Demon Target: N—no! Have mercy...!

I—I just need some time to get the funds!

It wasn't my intention to disappear!

Mystic: Uh-huh. I'm sure.

Kazuha: Mystic, quit wasting time.

Mystic: Oh, c'mon! Their sob stories are always the best part of the job.

Kazuha: My father said to return early tonight. We have an important matter to discuss during dinner.

Mystic: Ain’t no one told you to tag along.

Kazuha: It is exactly because of that attitude that I did. You have started taking too long. Perhaps a proper deadline would keep you moving.

Demon Target: Yo—you won't get away with this! Just wait until my boss hears of——

Mmmf...!

—Click—

Mystic: Ah-ah-ah. No talkin' with your mouth full. That's not proper at all.

And anyways, my boss—right over there—she’s way scarier. I can promise you it.

Now open wide and taste the barrel well, yeah? I gotta aim for your palate properly.

Kazuha: Mystic.

Mystic: Ugh... fine.

Demon Target: Mmf! Sto——!!

—Bang!—

Mystic: Aww, man. Dude had such a pretty face, too. Now look at this mess.

Kazuha: We should head back.

Be sure to clean yourself up before you even take a step in the grand hall. My father will not be pleased with your appareance.

Mystic: Roger that, boss. I'm sure my mother wouldn’t be all that jolly about it either.

Mystic tucks the bloody revolver into a pocket on the inside of his jacket. Crackling and hissing can be heard as the bullets consume all organic matter from the deceased demon's corpse.

Mystic: What's Lord Carla gotta talk to everyone about, anyway?

Kazuha: My father did not specify any topic, strangely enough…

Mystic: ( It's always something with that old man... )

How fuckin' exciting.

Kazuha: Watch your mouth.

Mystic: Sigh... yeah, yeah.

( Not sure what it is...

But I have a really terrible feeling about this. )

—Fade—

[ Location: Grand Hall — Banmaden ]

Utensils clink against plates. The voices of the family echo in the mostly empty grand room.

Carla: ——that is the human with the heart of Menae's daughter.

Mystic: ... ... ...

( Oh... fuck. )

Carla: Flashes of this memory came to me earlier today.

I am not sure how this could have happened, but it must have manifested for a reason.

Shin: What maniac put the heart of a demon in a human body?

Kazuha: ...What are we meant to do, father?

Carla: I have not quite made up my mind about it.

But as far as I am concerned, we cannot allow the pawns of KarlHeinz to continue having possession of something so valuable.

Mystic: ( "Pawns of KarlHeinz"... huh? I suppose that's one way of putting it. )

Shin: Are you saying we should take the girl away?

Carla: I see taking that route as the only viable option at this moment.

Mystic: ... ... ...

( I know exactly who they're talking about.

Oh, Yui, you poor lamb... it really seems like you can't catch a break... )

DJ: ... ... ...

Mystic: ( Mother is looking at me.

She knows of the little lamb. I've spoken to her about Yui multiple times in the past. )

DJ: ... ... ...

Shin: What is it, Des?

Mystic subtly shakes his head.

Mystic: ( Please don't—— )

DJ: ... ... Sigh...

It's nothing, dear. I'm just a little tired, that's all.

Shin: Hm, that's so?

—Creak—

Mystic: ——I'm full. Thank you for the meal.

DJ: Mystic, where are you going? Everyone else hasn't finished.

Mystic: I'm sorry, mother. There're some things I forgot to take care of.

Mystic gives DJ a quick side-hug and the rest at the table a short bow.

Mystic: Enjoy your meal!

—Footsteps—

Carla: ... ... ...

DJ: Fo—forgive him, my lord. He's not exactly used to——

Carla: No need. It is none of my concern.

——Kazuha...

Kazuha: Yes, sir.

「Monologue」

I rushed out of the palace. The wheels of the motorcycle kicked up dust as it spun to exit through the Banmaden's gates. My Familiars emerge from the surrounding forest, barking and whining as they chased close behind. I have to warn them. I must get to them before they are found.

Mystic peers up at the sky through crooked branches. The wind whistles in his ears.

Mystic: ( The moon…

… it’s finally turning bloody soon. )

「 General Prologue — End 」

[ Dark Prologue ]

[supersweetlyuniquebouquetstuff]

ESTOY EN LA PORTADAAAAA WUAJAJAJJDAKJSA LET'S GOOO

Diabolik Lovers Oc's as Vines (Holidays Edition, Part 2!)

Warning: Cursing.

The Kurosawa Family and Shoma Komori belong to me.

Mystic Tsukinami, Kazuha Tsukinami, Desdemona Jomei and Elle Laurent (plus this version of Carla and Shin Tsukinami) belong to @dj-diabolik-fan.

This version of Ruki Mukami belong to @goldazu.

Virek Sutcliffe belong to @poohwhin.

Scarlett Wakahisa belongs to @the-precious-sugar-chan/@kindan-no-kanojo.

Claudia belongs to @hattori-ryuu02.

Tomoky Masamune belongs to @supersweetlyuniquebouquetstuff.

Merry Christmas, everyone! And Happy new year!

[mino-diabolik]

Happy birthday, DJ! 🌹

[Admin!Danny: Happy Halloween and happy birthday, mommy *COUGH* I MEAN—DJ! In this day of fright, I take a moment aside to wish my first Diabolik baby a happy day!]

[mino-diabolik]

I just read Mystic doesn’t like calling Shin ‘dad’ because he doesn’t have a lot of relationship with him. Is that the same for the rest of his family?

[Admin!Danny: You could say that, yeah!

Mystic didn’t grow up with the Tsukinami, so—even when they are his biological family—he doesn’t quite recognize them as his family. He will do as family does for each other, but they are very distant from him. Especially considering he grew up under a completely different household and set of rules.

To answer your query on how he calls his family members, I’ll make you a little list—]

Shin ⇨ Shin-san, Otousan (Dad, father), Oyaji (old man, pops).

Mystic usually calls Shin by his name (though he does still add “san” afterwards, as he still regards him as a higher authority within the household and not a friend). Especially when he’s speaking to him directly. He will sometimes let slip the “otousan” from time to time, which leaves him embarrassed and Shin about ready to break out crying. He also tends to call him “oyaji” to tease him, though not often.

DJ ⇨ Okaasan, Okaasama (mother), Momma.

There isn’t much to say here. DJ has been present throughout the entirety of Mystic’s life, so she is and forever will be his mother. He will more often than not use the much more casual/general terms to call her (“Okaasan”; English terms would be “mom” or “momma”). He does respect her status as queen of the Underground Kingdom, however, and will publicly refer to her as “okaasama”. Or in English terms, by “mother” or even “madam”.

Elle ⇨ Elle-san, Obasan (aunt), Elle-neesan, aunty.

While Mystic isn’t very close or familiarized with his aunt, he certainly regards her as a friend. He feels much more relaxed around her than any of the other members of his family, so he isn’t scared of being overly friendly/casual to her.

Carla ⇨ Carla-sama, Heika (your/his majesty), Ojisan (uncle)/Carla Ojisan.

Oh, no. Mystic will most definitely not dare step out of line with Carla. That man terrifies him. Suffice to say, Mystic’s very problematic personality and lascivious habits didn’t run well by Carla, so they aren’t quite in the nicest of places. Mystic does admit that there is no other person in the Tsukinami bloodline best suited for king, so he keeps his head bowed and remains respectful when he has to speak with him (going as far as to call him by his status as king or adding the honorific of “sama” after his name).

Kazuha ⇨ Kazuha-san, Kaz, Boss/Boss-lady, Hime/Ohimesama (princess).

Mystic doesn’t have a problem (and Kazuha neither, surprisingly) with using her name without any honorifics. When he does, he will use “san”, as a form of respect to her seniority. Since he is a subordinate of hers (in regards to his job as a bounty hunter, and because this is how their relationship began building), Mystic feels the most comfortable referring to her as his “boss” or “boss-lady”. He uses the term “hime” or “princess” to tease her or when he’s being annoying and wants to be sarcastic.

[I hope this was of help, Anon! ✨✨]

[mino-diabolik]

“I’m sure many of you don’t know me very well, but I thank you for the opportunity to allow me to speak today. My name is DJ, but I may be better known as simply Mystic’s mother. I’m glad to see my boy being surrounded by these many people—of all places and species—loved ones, friends, and even those that are tittering between either. That in it of itself is the greatest birthday gift I could have received. Perhaps in the future, we’d be able to become properly acquainted. The universe works in mysterious ways. I would know. For the meantime, however, continue to keep an eye out on Mystic. That little one may be a rowdy one, but is sweet and feeble to heart. Promise. I will leave him in your hands for now. Much appreciated, my dears.”

[mino-diabolik]

Thanks for the tag! ⭐️

I couldn’t make Mystic, so take DJ 🤲✨

I have never started a picrew chain, but I have found this beautiful watercolour picrew, so I am giving a try.

Credits: Image made by: instagram.com/2muchglitters

Nunnally as Cinderella. That's my impression of her here. But she's definitely a bit like Cinderella running away.

With a small difference. She is not really in a search of a prince. She is a princess herself. Although she's a princess with an ambition to become a queen!

♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟

I tag: @ana-darkcloud (it reminded me of your character), @goldazu , @yourlocaltea , @yuriko-tsukino-rp , @writingpsyche , @thatonefrenchwitch , and @metsu-san

I hope you do not mind this random tag!

[mino-diabolik]

💖- A memory that made them feel special

Peer into my muse's memories

💖- A memory that made them feel special

“Lay your hands off my son!” Though younger and of a smaller stature, rage sipped out of DJ’s figure like pyroclastic flows of molten lava in a manner that made both king and all the other servitude around come to a halt. She stomped up before her father, sheltering the young child with her own body. She reached a hand behind her, making sure to keep him close to herself.

The king scoffed, puffing out his chest as a form to make the young woman back away. She remained unfazed, unmoving; standing firm like a brick wall. “How many times will you be putting yourself before a child capable of bringing nothing but shame to your family?”

“This is my son! My son, you hear me?!” DJ cried out; Mystic’s tiny pale fingers dug deeper into his mother’s sleeve. “The only one that has brought shame to this family is you—for impregnating a woman whom you never loved then turned your face away while your own daughter got tossed back and forth between the realms. You and selfishness are the one that brought misery upon this kingdom!”

The hall fell silent. Servants looked on at the scene before them with incredulity and shock. The king’s face flushed up in red from rage, lifting his hand and leaving no time but for a few cries from the onlookers telling him to stop before the back of it came into contact with the side of DJ’s face. “You dare speak like that to your father?!”

Her head jerked away from the impact, but she didn’t make a sound. Mystic too stood in complete silent, only urgently looking over his mother with worry. DJ turned back to face Marko, wiping away her bloodied nose and bruised lip on her sleeve. “Go on. I’ve been through so much worse while you lavished in a life full of luxuries.” Her tone was surprisingly calm, so much so that it could’ve been considered creepy.

She turned to pick up Mystic into her arms, before facing the king once more. “The day you inevitably attempt to end my life, be sure of the fact that I will take you with me. This boy, for as much as you wish to bury from your legacy, will become king. And I, as well as everyone else within the caverns of this kingdom know damn well, he will be the best leader our history has ever seen.”

Mystic stared at her mother, processing her words with puzzlement for a moment. Finally, he raised his head, meeting the eyes of the man before him. He held the kid’s gaze with a hatred only born from the depths of Hell. Marko brushed back his messy onyx locks before turning on his heels and stomping out of the hall under the watchful gazes of the dumbfounded crowd.

[mino-diabolik]

💙 for dj if possible

Peer into my muse's memories

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

“You have a goldmine under your roof, ma’am.”

The little girl of a black mane leaned up against the wall, listening through the cracks of the wood out into the conversation in the next room. It would’ve been difficult for any other child—or a human, in general—to listen in, but this girl was not just any child.

“What are you talking about?” The old woman chuckled and a puff of smoke left her lips. “If I had anything of value in this household, I would’ve given it out in the blink of an eye if it could get me outta here.”

“Your daughter’s child,” the man smiled. “People would pay ingots of gold to keep her as a pet.”

The girl in the other room froze, paling.

The old woman lifted a questioning brow. “You slimy bastard… don’t be laying hands on kids. The Lord will send you straight to Hell for corrupting the young ones.”

“C’mon, don’t say stuff like that. It was once, and it is now in the past. I repented long ago,” the man responded. “All I’m saying is that her eyes are the oddity of the century. You know how those fucking aristocrats love to keep things that are unique around. Set your price and hand the kid over. What can you lose? She killed your daughter, right? And her father took off before he even knew about the pregnancy.”

The old woman looked over at the door of the room where the little girl was hidden. The child gulped, feeling as though a boulder had dropped right into her gut. The old woman took another puff from her cigar and stared out into space, thoughtful.

“It is the child of my past-daughter. The least I can do is keep her alive until she is capable of surviving on her own. What if I happen to hand her over to someone who will ruin her? Neither God or my daughter would ever forgive my ignorance.”

The man scoffed. “Why do you care who ends up buying her? You’ll have the money, correct? And she’ll no longer be a burden for you. Ignorance is bliss, and whatever happens to her will be between them and God. It will have nothing to do with you.”

The old woman was about to bring the cigar into her mouth once more but paused. She slowly lowered it and extinguished it into the ashtray. She was quiet for a long, long time. With an exhale, she nodded. “I suppose you’re right…”

[mino-diabolik]

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss

A detailed explanation to why Mystic’s strength diminishes after losing a certain amount of blood. As well as going a bit deeper into how he and those around him deal with situations as such.

Despite coming from an ancient and rather powerful lineage of demons—on both his mother’s and father’s sides—it has been mentioned multiple times in the past that Mystic’s greatest weakness is blood loss. Not only is it a major flaw of his existence, it may also lead to his death if drawn out to the extreme.

Human genetics and its effects

Desdemona, Mystic’s mother (most commonly known by the name of DJ), was born from an affair between Marko (Mystic’s grandfather) and a woman from the Human Realm. Therefore, making her a hybrid between Ruby Eye and a mortal. The centuries worth of demon lineage overpowered the single generation of humanity, allowing her to maintain her immortality and abilities like any other previous members of the Jomei family. After being born, Mystic inherited a stronger system—due to the combination of Ruby Eye and First Blood genes—than that of his mother.

However, that doesn’t mean the human section of her and his being remained unaccounted for throughout their lives.

For DJ, her human blood-spawn disability manifested as her body composition being incapable of handling the full strength of both her and the power absorbed from her father for copious amounts of time without having her limbs snap in half or have blood spew through her eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

In Mystic’s case, however, his body can handle the strain magic has on it, because its composition is stronger from the dominance demon genes had on his blood. [As a side note/fact, if Mystic were to have an offspring, this child would no longer be considered part human (as long he doesn’t procreate with a mortal, of course.)] The micro section of his blood still considered as human makes the sanguine substance incredibly aromatic and “attractive”, to put it in simple terms.

Open wounds, if small (e.i. knife cuts, scrapes) will heal without issue on their own. With much larger wounds (e.i. deep stab wounds or gashes, torn skin) his body will attempt to go through the same process in order to heal, sending a rush of blood to sew the skin back up. However, depending on the length and width of said wound, his skin will suffer of a delayed reaction before an onslaught of blood comes spilling out. We call it a “hemorrhage”.

As you all may know, a Founder can survive even when having their heart’s pierced (as stated in Shin’s Dark Fate route). Mystic, though, could quite literally die from something like that.

Biting

In accordance to blood loss due to a bite, because it is such a brute and “continuous” wound (as to say, blood keeps coming out through said injury), it will weaken his system in the same form a wider wound would.

Mystic uses his blood to be an enticer or a way to draw out targets to him (let them taste or feign an injury and have them chase him until they’re far away from a crowd), even if it is considered to be incredibly risky (after all, his strength diminishes into that of an average human man). His magic doesn’t lose power in any circumstances, which is why he often fears not to leave behind some of his bodily strength. The only downside to this strategy is that in the state that his body remains, it cannot handle the full force of his magic.

Aid and antidotes

If tended to before too much blood oozes out—which would have to be a substantial amount of it before it truly makes irreparable damage—the wound can be closed via magic spells or directly applying herbals antidotes, those of which ingredients are only found in the Demon World.

As he often suffers of wounds from his line of work, Mystic has come to memorize quite a lot of healing spells and carries around with him herbs and other tools to help himself without having to rush back home, specially since he works far from any help. How nice to have family well-versed in witchcraft, huh?

Aftermath

Depending on the severity of said wound, it would take Mystic somewhere between a few weeks to be able to walk around as normal. In the days after loosing such large amounts of blood, he may suffer from migranes or agonizing muscle ache. Replenishing his body with blood would often be the quickest and most efficient way to heal him.

Bite wounds are the quickest largest wounds from which he heals. Say, about a few minutes (with a minimum of 30-minutes) give-or-take.

[komori--shoma]

... [ She sighed and placed a tissue on her hand for a few seconds, before pulling up and showing a head that looked, smelled, and had the same aura as the said target. She looked at Mystic and threw the head at his feet. ] While I understand your situation, I would never threw my colleagues under the bus. I'm not your father. [ She looked at him right in the eyes, making sure he understood her. ] And I'm sure my daughter will cross paths with you again, I'm not going to forbid her to go out and see the world.

[ She slowly walked up to him. Once she was... Well, concerningly close to him, she giggles and whispered into his ear. It was a miracle he couldn't see her face right now, because if he did, he would be scarred for life. ]

But if you even think about touching her in the wrong way or even hurt her, Desdemona Jomei will be fucking next to her casket. Or maybe Kazuha, or maybe Shin... But I'm pretty sure... [ She did strong grip on his shoulder. ] That it's not worth the risk finding out, isn't it, Tsukinami?

Not Afraid

Shoma Meets Mystic...

@mino-diabolik, @dj-diabolik-fan

[ She just wasn't aware, ok?

She just started talking with a man that was friends with her family, and even though he was a demon and such, she just wasn't scared or anything. The reason why she was with him was because she wanted to explore the city after a long time, and since everyone was busy, Yvonne called him and asked him cof cof ordered him cof cof to take care of her, and since she was quiet almost the whole time, both of them were able to enjoy it, from the middle of the day until almost midnight. It was their last hour before going back home, so they decided to just talk about that family and just enjoy the time they had left, until Shoma felt something...

She quickly snapped her neck to where she thought saw something, and quickly pushed the man down as soon as she heard the sound of a gun, and also saw to her horror a bullet go across where the head of the man was.

She quickly looked at the man and whispered in his ear that he runs, and she'll talk with Yvonne in his defense. Although he hesitated, he took her by the arm and started to drive down the forest with his motorcycle, barely escaping the bullets.

Once they were there, he disappeared after checking if Shoma knew the way to the house safely. She sighed, but she looked front. She noticed someone, a boy, and he had a gun that she just couldn't name, she's not an expert.

She usually was afraid of every stranger, but still, she took a deep breath and locked eyes with him and just stood there until he made another move. ]

Huff... Huff...

[mino-diabolik]

OC Profile 「3」

ɴᴀᴍᴇ:

Desdemona Jomei (Tsukinami, by marriage)

Kanji:

デズデモ�� ジョミ (月浪)

[Admin!Danny: I’m not sure about her English last name, but I did my best to find it ^^;]

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs:

DJ (Everyone)

Dear (Shin)

Fool (Elle)

ᴀɢᴇ:

Eighteen (Physically)

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ:

October 31

sɪɢɴ:

Scorpio

ʀᴀᴄᴇ:

Ruby Eye-Human

ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ:

British

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ:

A

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

46kg

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

5’3” // 160cm

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:

Female

sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Heterosexual

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

Red (Previously: Red and blue)

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

Black

ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ:

Jomei (Tsukinami, by marriage)

Marko Jomei (Father) [Deceased]

Unnamed Mother [Deceased]

Shin Tsukinami (Husband)

Mystic Tsukinami (Son)

Carla Tsukinami (Brother-in-law)

Elle Laurent (Sister-in-law)

Kazuha Tsukinami (Niece)

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

(N/A)

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs:

Singing, playing piano, & sparring (with Shin)

ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏᴏᴅ:

Honey sweets

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

DJ is a short woman, petite and weak-looking. She has short-lengthened black hair, and pale skin. Currently, her eyes are a bright red ruby. When she was younger (before the Founders were incarcerated), her left eye was pale blue.

She often wears a black long-sleeved shirt and a turtleneck with black pants, and calf-height military-styled boots. She dislikes bright colors and prefers to stay in the beige/black palette.

[Picrew of DJ’s Sprite]

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

DJ is a calm and reserved woman. She is often quiet around strangers and large crowds, but will speak if necessary. If things are under control, she will have no issues communicating with someone she doesn’t know, but would rather not have to interact if possible. She is respectful and loyal to friends and her lover alike.

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:

As someone from the lineage of The Ruby Eyes, DJ has the ability to shift into an owl. Her not being a First Blood, she cannot shape-shift into any other creature. She is immensely strong and agile, like many of her clan, and has an amazing sight and sensitivity to her surroundings, so it’s basically impossible to surprise-attack her.

Though—just like Mystic—due to her mother being a human, she has difficulty dealing with large wounds. After losing a certain amount of blood, her abilities’ strength decrease immensely and is unable to heal on her own, weakening her to a human’s level.

[mino-diabolik]

OC Profile 「4」

ɴᴀᴍᴇ:

Elle Laurent (Tsukinami, by marriage)

ᴋᴀɴᴊɪ:

エル ローラン (月浪)

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs:

Madam (DJ)

Aunty (Mystic)

ᴀɢᴇ:

Eighteen (Physically)

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ:

December 24

sɪɢɴ:

Capricorn

ʀᴀᴄᴇ:

First Blood

ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ:

French

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ:

B

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

59kg

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

5’9” // 175cm

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:

Female

sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Bisexual

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

Violet

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

Silver

ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ:

Laurent (Tsukinami, by marriage)

Unnamed Father [Deceased]

Unnamed Mother [Deceased]

Carla Tsukinami (Husband)

Kazuha Tsukinami (Daughter)

Shin Tsukinami (Brother-in-law)

Desdemona Jomei // DJ (Sister-in-law)

Mystic Tsukinami (Nephew)

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

Bisexual

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs:

Teasing Carla & making spells and curses

ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏᴏᴅ:

Fish n’ chips

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Elle is a tall woman with an hourglass figure. She has thigh-length silver curvy hair with a yellowish-pale skin. Her eyes are a bright violet color that often shine brighter when using her powers.

She often wears basic shirts under long-sleeves—which she likes tying around her waist most of the time—black tights, shorts, and ankle-height boots. (She loves showing skin, especially around Carla, but keeps it civil for the sake of his sanity.)

[Picrew of Elle’s Sprite]

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Elle is extremely outgoing and friendly. She is what was commonly known as an “improper lady” back in the day, since she doesn’t keep her manners in check and is very vocal about whatever is on her mind, and says it very boldly, as well.

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:

As a Foundress, Elle has the ability to change into a wolf, snake, bat and eagle. She is the daughter of a pair of very powerful black magic holders, which inevitably makes her a witch (whom were frowned upon by the First Blood clan.)

[mino-diabolik]

OC Profile 「2」

[OC’s Blog: @daughter-of-royalty]

❝ 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 ❞

ɴᴀᴍᴇ:

Kazuha Tsukinami (Maternal last name: Laurent)

ᴋᴀɴᴊɪ:

和葉 月浪 (ローラン)

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs/ᴀʟɪᴀs:

Kaz

Boss/Boss lady (Mystic)

Aphy-chan (Laito)

Kassandra “Kassie”

ᴀɢᴇ:

Eighteen (Physically)

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ:

November 2

sɪɢɴ:

Scorpio

ʀᴀᴄᴇ:

First Blood

ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ:

French-British

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ:

AB

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

46kg

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

5’9” // 175cm

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:

Female

sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Demisexual

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

Golden

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

White

ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ:

Tsukinami

Carla Tsukinami (Father)

Elle Laurent (Mother)

Shin Tsukinami (Uncle)

Desdemona Jomei // DJ (Aunt)

Mystic Tsukinami (Cousin)

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

Monarch apprentice & leader I’d debt collection firm

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs:

Painting, singing, & torturing teasing Mystic

ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏᴏᴅ:

Strawberry cheesecake

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs

➼ Speaking VA (English): 「Rebecca Ferguson」

➼ Speaking VA (Japanese): 「Miyuki Sawashiro」

➼ Speaking VA (Spanish): N/A

➼ Singing VA (English): 「Naomi Scott」

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Kazuha is a tall and slim young woman. She has silver hair, long enough to reach her lower back. Her skin is pale and her eyes are identical to her father’s.

She normally wears something semi-formal, in which she would also be able to move around easily. Her outfit is composed of a red skirt with black squares, a thin, long-sleeved black shirt and a pair of ankle-height boots and tall tights of the same color.

[Sprite made by lavendel081 on Tumblr and lavendel080 on Instagram 🥀]

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Kazuha is stoic, cold, calm and respectful… the majority of the time. She isn’t a very patient person and processes a short fuse. At this, she turns sarcastic, vil and foul-mouthed. She’s a bad combination of her parents, in general.

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:

As a Founder, Kazuha can transform into a wolf, snake, bat and eagle. Also being the daughter of one of the most powerful witch-class Foundress in the Makai, Kazuha inherited extremely powerful magic. Though this is a great advantage she has against any other competition amongst other creatures, the fact her body is not completely trained for such thing, puts her in a very dangerous spot in the case that she might lose control.

[mino-diabolik]

OC Profile

❝ ᴄʜɪʟʟ. ɪᴛ’s ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏs. ❞

ɴᴀᴍᴇ:

Mystic Tsukinami (Maternal last name: Jomei)

ᴋᴀɴᴊɪ:

ミスティック 月浪

[Mun!Danny: Not sure about the kanji of Mystic’s name, so if someone could help me, I’d be really thankful. :’)]

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs:

Mys

Prince (Kino)

Dowāfu-kun (Yuma)

ᴀɢᴇ:

Eighteen (Physically)

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ:

September 19

ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ sɪɢɴ:

Virgo

ʀᴀᴄᴇ:

First Blood-Ruby Eye

ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ:

British

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ:

O Positive

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

60kg

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

5’7” // 170cm

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:

Male

sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Bisexual

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

Red (right eye) and golden (left eye)

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

Black

ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ:

Tsukinami

Shin Tsukinami (Father)

Desdemona Jomei // DJ (Mother)

Carla Tsukinami (Uncle)

Elle Laurent (Aunt)

Kazuha Tsukinami (Cousin)

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

Bounty hunter (under Kazuha’s orders)

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs:

Sketching (portraits in charcoal, to be exact), reading, playing piano, & driving around on his motorcycle.

ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏᴏᴅ:

Seafood (Spicy octopus is his favorite of all, though.)

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs

➤ Speaking VA (English): 「Jeremy Jordan」

➤ Speaking VA (Japanese): 「Yuma Uchida」

➤ Speaking VA (Spanish): 「Jerry Velázquez」

✦ Singing VA (English): 「Alexander Stewart」

✦ Signing VA (Japanese): 「Chogakusei」

✦ Singing VA (Spanish): 「Jerry Velázquez」

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Sharing a rather similar appearance with his mother, Mystic flaunts about a messy heady of obsidian locks that reach just over the nape of his neck and slightly fall over this eyes. Those of which mismatch in red and gold; right and left, respectively. The frame of his face is formed by fair, jade-like skin; smooth and without a flaw to speak of.

As a the youngest and smallest male of his family, Mystic is noticeably slim, with a naturally narrow waist and a rather in-shape figure.

His casual outfit consists of a grey sweatshirt where the hood sticks out the collar of a denim jacket with wide black sleeves. Just like his jacket, he wears dark denim jeans.

[Sprite made by lavendel081 (Tumblr)/lavendel080 (Instagram) ⭐️]

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Mystic is friendly from the first moment of meeting him. He’s really playful and flirty with both men and women. When he’s sarcastic or annoyed, one can really tell who his father is.

With his significant other, Mystic turns possessive and jealous of other people that approach them with obvious intentions. He prefers to show affection in private, rather than in public.

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:

As a Founder and part of the Owl Clan, Mystic has the ability to transform into a wolf, snake, bat, eagle and owl. Just like Shin, Mystic prefers using his wolf form, since he was the most experienced with it from a very young age.

[mino-diabolik]

Perfil de OC 「2」

[Blog del OC: @daughter-of-royalty]

❝ 𝕯𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖎́𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖊 𝖊𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖆. ❞

ɴᴏᴍʙʀᴇ:

Kazuha Tsukinami (Apellido materno: Laurent)

ᴋᴀɴᴊɪ:

和葉 月浪 (ローラン)

ᴀᴘᴏᴅᴏs/ᴀʟɪᴀs:

Kaz

Aphy-chan (Laito)

Kassandra “Kassie”

ᴇᴅᴀᴅ:

Dieciocho (Físicamente)

ᴄᴜᴍᴘʟᴇᴀɴ̃ᴏs:

Noviembre 2

sɪɢɴᴏ:

Escorpio

ʀᴀᴢᴀ:

Primera Sangre

ᴇᴛɴɪᴀ:

Francés-British

ᴛɪᴘᴏ ᴅᴇ sᴀɴɢʀᴇ:

AB

ᴘᴇsᴏ:

46kg

ᴀʟᴛᴜʀᴀ:

5’9” // 175cm

ɢᴇ́ɴᴇʀᴏ:

Mujer

sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴅ:

Demisexual

ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ᴏᴊᴏs:

Dorados

ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ᴄᴀʙᴇʟʟᴏ:

Plateado

ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀ:

Tsukinami

Carla Tsukinami (Padre)

Elle Laurent (Madre)

Shin Tsukinami (Tío)

Desdemona Jomei // DJ (Tía)

Mystic Tsukinami (Primo)

ᴏᴄᴜᴘᴀᴄɪᴏ́ɴ:

Aprendiz de monarca

ᴘᴀsᴀᴛɪᴇᴍᴘᴏ:

Pintar

ᴄᴏᴍɪᴅᴀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴀ:

Tarta de queso con fresas

ᴀᴘᴀʀɪᴇɴᴄɪᴀ:

Kazuha es una chica alta y delgada. Tiene cabello plateado y largo que llega hasta su espalda. Su piel es pálida y sus ojos son idénticos a los de su padre.

Normalmente vestirá algo semi-formal, en lo que pueda moverse con facilidad. Usualmente una falda roja con cuadros negros, una delgada camisa negra de manga larga y unos botines con calcetas largas del mismo color.

[Sprite hecho por lavendel081 por Tumblr y lavendel080 en Instagram 🥀]

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴅ:

Kazuha es estoica, fría, calmada y respetuosa la mayoría del tiempo. Aunque, tiene poca paciencia con las personas y es bastante fácil molestarla. Cuando esto pasa, se vuelve sarcástica, vil o mal-hablada. Ella es una mala combinación de sus padres, en general.

ʜᴀʙɪʟɪᴅᴀᴅᴇs:

Como Fundadora, Kazuha tiene la habilidad de transformarse en lobo, serpiente, murciélago y águila. Al ser hija de una de las Fundadoras clase-bruja más poderosas del Makai y el Rey Fundador, Kazuha heredó una magia extremadamente poderosa. Aunque esto es una gran ventaja para ella en cuanto a competencia con otras criaturas, también el que tenga un cuerpo aún no entrenado para controlarlos, la podría poner en mucho peligro fuese a perder el control.

[mino-diabolik]

La ira de un corazón roto

“Los Fundadores han sido encerrados en el Banmaden.”

Los ojos de DJ se agrandan y todo el color se drena de su rosotro. Abre la boca para hablar, pero no puede encontrar palabras. Lágrimas se forman en sus párpados y muy pronto manchan su rostro por todos lados.

Mystic levanta la mirada a su madre cuando. No comprende lo qué pasa, pero puede notar y sentir que ella no se sentía bien.

“¿Por qué...?” Sus palabras se desvanecen en cuanto el nudo de su garganta se agranda de más.

“Ellos mismos se hicieron esto. Si quieres culpar a alguien, culpa a ese Giesbach y todos aquellos incrédulos que creyeron que podrían vencer al todopoderoso KarlHeinz.” Marko Jomei responde fríamente. “Es lo mejor para todos. Necesitas olvidar a ese hombre. No te merece y no lo necesitas.”

Jomei lentamente voltea la mirada a Mystic, quien inmediatamente se congela en terror. “Y ese niño de ahí... debe de desaparecer.” Dice, lentamente levantando la mano para apuntar.

DJ abruptamente jala a Mystic detrás de ella, sus ojos están lo más abiertos que se puede y sus pupilas se han dilatado.

DJ abruptamente jala a Mystic detrás de ella, sus ojos están lo más abiertos que se puede y sus pupilas se han dilatado.

“Entrégamelo, Desdemona.” Jomei ordena, levantándose de su silla.

DJ toma una paso atrás; su cuerpo tiembla visiblemente.

“Ese niño es de ese hombre.” Jomei dice. “Ese niño mancha la sangre de nuestra raza. Necesitas deshacerte de él.”

Al acercarse a ellos, DJ mueve su mano agresivamente enfrente de ella, creando una línea de fuego. Jomei se detiene antes de llegar a ellos, pero ni siquiera se inmuta.

“De verdad no quieres hacer esto, hija.” Jomei advierte. “Te daré una última oportunidad... dame a ese niño.”

“Dejaste que mi madre muriera en soledad, me abandonaste en el Makai a ser criada en un lugar donde jamás fue tratada como una persona, me arrebataste el amor de mi vida y tuviste el descaro de contarme sobre su muerte con tal frialdad... ¿y ahora quieres a mi hijo?” DJ frunce más y más con cada palabra que habla.

“Con que así es como va a ser...” Jomei suspira, “muy bien. Entonces, que si sea.” Toma un paso enfrente y el fuego creado por DJ se extingue como si hubiera sido un llama diminuta.

DJ no pierde el tiempo y se da la vuelta, levantando a Mystic en sus brazos y sale corriendo de la habitación.

Los oscuros pasillos eran ligeramente iluminados por la luna que entraba por las ventanas. La respiracione agitada y los pasos apresurados de DJ eran el único sonido que parecía emanar de todo el castillo.

Al dar la vuelta en otra dirección, la impotente figura de Jomei esperaba por ellos al final del pasillo.

“Haz lo que te he ordenado, Desdemona.” Jomei anuncia, su voz retumba contra todos los muros. “Es para el bien de todos.”

DJ chasquea la lengua. “Para el bien de todos...” Dice entre dientes. “¡Querrás decir para tu propio bien! ¡Eres un viejo egoísta que no piensa en nadie más que el mismo! ¿¡Qué sabrías tú lo que es bueno para mi!? ¡Ni siquiera me criaste tú!”

La figura de Jomei se disuelve en el suelo y desaparece. “Eres de mi sangre. Claro que sé lo que es bueno para ti.” Su voz ahora sonaba a todo su alrededor.

DJ mira alrededor sin parar, esperando por el momento en el cual Jomei aparecería. Sale disparada por el pasillo; Mystic puede sentir el corazón de su madre contra su pecho. Éste enreda sus manos alrededor del cuello de DJ para que fuese más fácil para ella correr.

“Ese niño no pertenece aquí, Desdemona.” La voz de Jomei continúa persiguiéndolos por el pasillo. “Debes de abandonarlo para poder seguir adelante.”

“¡Cállate!” DJ finalmente grita, su voz esta comepletamente llena de ira. “¡Cierra la boca, hijo de puta! ¡Tú ni siquiera tienes algún derecho de ser llamado mi padre! ¡Así que no puedes decirme que hacer!”

“Ese lenguaje, hija... ¿es eso algo que aprendiste de aquel hombre? ¿Tal vez de alguien más en ese castillo?” Jomei pregunta burlonamente.

La sombra de la silueta de una figura alta crece detrás de DJ. Mystic suelta un grito de terror y ella se da a vuelta, inmediatamente saltando hacia atrás.

“¡He dicho que te alejes!” DJ grita.

“Deja de complicar las cosas, Desdemona—”

“¡Y deja de llamarme así!” Jadea. “Yo soy DJ. La sirvienta de mi amado señor, su dama de compañía, su amiga desde la infancia—y éste es nuestro hijo.” Ella abraza a Mystic aún con más fuerza.

Una intensa aura roja emana de su cuerpo. El flequillo sobre su ojo derecho se levanta brevemente por la brisa que ésta crea. El brillante ojo rubí brilla mucho más que el fuego en las antorchas a su alrededor. “Si lo quieres... tendrás que matarme primero.”

Se da la vuelta y nuevamente corre lo más rápido que puede, alejándose de Jomei sin mirar atrás. Mystic se sostiene con fuerza al cuello de DJ mientras mira la figura de su abuelo desintegrarse hacia el suelo.

DJ abre un par de puertas en su camino y corre atraves del cuarto. Una vez llega a la otra puerta, antes de que siquiera pueda tomar la manija, ésta se abre. Un grupo de sirvientes entra y bloquea su camino.

Cuando se da la vuelta para poder regresar de donde venía y buscar otra manera de pasar, otro grupo entra por el otro lado y también bloquea la salida.

DJ mira entre ambos grupos, frunciendo sin parar.

“Dame al niño, hija.” Jomei aparece repentinamente, sentado en uno de los sillones de la sala. “No quiero lastimarte.”

“Parece que no tienes oídos.” DJ bufa. “Si quieres a Mystic, vas a tener que matarme primero.”

“Sabes perfectamente que no puedo hacer eso.” Jomei comenta.

“Entonces, ya tienes mi respuesta.”

Jomei suspira. Se vuelve visiblemente más y más molesto por cada segundo qué pasa. Las llamas en una de las chimeneas se intensifican tanto que hasta comienzan a sobresalir.

“Quítenselo.” Ordena.

Ambos grupos de sirvientes se abalanzan sobre DJ al mismo tiempo. Ésta los evade, saltando fuera de su de donde había estado parada. Sostiene a Mystic con una sola mano y agita la otra de un lado a otro, golpeando atacante tras otro con magia.

DJ finalmente se abre paso entre la multitud y corre hacia la puerta. Ésta se cierra en su cara. Al intentar abrirla, parece estar pegada—pareciendo más un muro que una puerta.

Los sirvientes restantes la rodean. Un camino se abre mientras Jomei camina hacia ella. DJ baja a Mystic y lo jala levemente para asegurase de que estuviera atrás de ella.

“Tú tomaste todo lo que yo amaba... pero no voy a a dejar que le pongas una mano encima a mi hijo.” Se posiciona de manera defensiva y frunce.

“Ya no hay a dónde correr,” Jomei dice, acercándose pasó a paso, “entrégamelo.”

“¡Aléjate!” Un aura hirviente explota de su cuerpo, manchando todo a su alrededor.

Los sirventes sueltan gritos de dolor y se retuercen, sintiendo como su piel se desintegraba. El olor a piel quemada llena el cuarto de una manera que revolvía el estomago.

Jomei se mantuvo de pie, sin algún rasguño o quedamada. Su proprio cuerpo había creado un campo de fuerza para poder evitar ser salpicado con la explosión de DJ.

“Estás colmando mi paciencia, hija.” Jomei bufa. “Te daré esta última oportunidad para que me entregues a ese niño y no tendrás que enfrentar ninguna consecuencia por lo que haz hecho hasta ahora.”

Las manos de DJ tiemblan al tomar a Mystic de atrás de ella.

“¿Ma—mamá?” La pequeña voz de Mystic tiembla cuando comienzan a caminar hacia Jomei.

Jomei sonríe con satisfacción. “Muy bien—”

DJ repentinamente suelta a Mystic, abalanzándose sobre Jomei. Lo tira fuera de balance comienza a golpearlo sin piedad alguna. Jomei toma sus muñecas e intenta detenerla, pero al tocar su piel, el sonido de ácido derritiendo algo llena sus oídos. Aún así, Jomei se rehusó a soltarla.

Sangre comienza a llenar sus manos y la marca de la quemada comienza a expandirse hasta por detrás de su mano. Jomei jadea en dolor y finalmente la suelta. DJ aprieta su puño y lo golpea de un lado al otro con toda su fuerza. Sangre comienza a derramarse de la boca y nariz de Jomei.

Jomei la toma por el cuello de su vestido y la lanza, quitándosela de encima. Se levanta rápidamente y estira la mano para tomar a Mystic.

Un brillante destello rojo corta por el aire, golpeando a Jomei en la mano que había extendido para poder agarrar a Mystic. El sonido de huesos rompiéndose y piel desgarrándose, seguido por el terrible grito de dolor por parte de Jomei, llena el cuerto.

“Te advertí que no te acercarás...” dice DJ de manera oscura. El callado sonido de sus pasos se acercan sin algún miedo a su padre, que continúa sangrando desde el lugar donde debería de estar su mano.

DJ se detiene a su lado y lo mira retorcerse en dolor en el piso. Hace su pierna hacia atrás, antes de tirarle una patada con tanta fuerza que rueda por el suelo unas cuentas veces.

“¡Mi rey!” Los sirvientes que aún siguen tirados en el piso, incapaces de poder pararse y ayudar, lloran al ver el estado en el cual se encuentra Jomei.

DJ camina hacia el otra vez. Presiona su pie contra su garganta y comienza usar más fuerza.

Jomei toma el tobillo de DJ, pero es incapaz de siquiera quitarlo. Tal fuerza, jamás había creído que una mujer con sangre humana podría crear.

“Me haz quitado todo lo que he amado... está vez no voy a dejar que le pongas una mano encima a mi hijo.”

Crack.

El cuarto cayó en silencio y la cabeza de Jomei colapsó contra el suelo; sus ojos rodaron para atrás y sangre comenzó a salir de su boca.

La sangre corriendo por sj labio se desliza lentamente hacia el suelo y una gota finalmente cae.

Una brillante aura roja explota de esa pequeña gota y comienza a envolver a DJ.

DJ inmediatamente colapsa en sus rodillas y comienza a gritar. Era un grito tan fuerte y lleno dolor que el resto en la sala comenzó a retroceder.

Mystic la miraba con preocupación y lágrimas de horror.

DJ golpea una mano contra su ojo izquierdo y se encoge, aún gritando como si estuvieran arrancándole alguna extremidad. Tira su cabeza hacia atrás y grita una última vez. Su ojo azul izquierdo había desaparecido y ahora ambos se habían tornado el mismo color rubí.

DJ finalmente colapsa, respirando agitadamente.

Mystic se acerca lentamente, mira a Jomei por un momento, pero después pone una mano en la cabeza de su mamá. Ella lo voltea a ver en silencio. Sangre sale de su ojo derecho, pero no parecía estar dañado.