#exalted slaughter

[the-delightful-temptation]

@exalted-slaughter

"I don't know who you are yet. But you seem like someone interesting. Maybe we should get to know each other better."

[qveenofgluttony]

~🐝 @exalted-slaughter requested an audience with the queen

"What's a little crow doing so far from her flock~?"

[the-smallest-star]

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A single gloved talon raps quietly against the window in the V Tower.

Clem would see an exorcist. Clinging to the glass outside of her room. Staring. Smiling. That black glass-like mask glowing with an eerie, terrifying visage as those sightless, unseeing eyes stare right at her.

Watching.

@exalted-slaughter

An... exorcist? Now?? But extermination was done with wasn't it? Clem stared back, tail flicking behind her as they tapped away.

What should she do? Could they even get in here? Maybe she should go get Vox....

[infernal-feminae]

@exalted-slaughter for your opinion of my muse?

Send your URL to hear... - NOT ACCEPTING

My muse’s opinion of your muse

Well, Rosemary hasn't technically seen Lute but I can tell you she's not gonna end up taking her too seriously--at first, and might mistake her for being another demon than an angel.

My opinion of your muse

Lute's not really one of my favorites but I always like a portrayal where she's not obsessed with Adam haha. Seriously, I do like how starkly different she is from canon while keeping the general essence of her character.

My favorite part about our muse’s interactions

I like how Lute develops an obsession for ladies that manifests in a violent, sadistic way. It's delicious >:3c

A wish/plot I want to write for our muses

I mean, I'm still very much down for the plots you've already discussed with me!

A way your muse has made mine better

I think your muses tend to make mine worse (positive) XD

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

@exalted-slaughter sent; Another mysterious bloody offering. This time, a rather large liver, weighing up to what seemed like 2 pounds of raw flesh, still dripping faintly with viscera. It was left in what looked like a cardboard box so it wouldn’t touch the ground, and was left on the front door step of the hotel. On the side of the box was a message written in what looked like marker.

“From Lute.”

Again?

Charlie stares at the box, dumbfounded. Carefully opening and trying not to retch at the sight of yet another organ, once again wondering how she should dispose of it. Assuming Niffty or Alastor won't eat it first.

Was this going to keep happening? Did Lute want to frighten her that bad? Or was there something more to this? Charlie looks around a bit as if trying to see Lute or anyone nearby, carefully she picked it up, taking the box inside. Another one for the bin....or for Alastor.

[bringsin]

@exalted-slaughter

“The Queen of Demons..” Lute’s lips already curling into a foul grin, bestial and violent, claws twitching and curling within the thick grey gloves, wings spreading wide. “I wonder what color that foul ichor running through your veins is…”

unprompted / @exalted-slaughter

lilith's decidedly unimpressed with the display. she may feel sympathy for adam's dogs, but that doesn't mean she's going to let one disrespect her in her own domain.

"a color purer than yours, i'm sure. bold of you to threaten a queen in her own castle. are you going to behave, or are you going to flitter about like an annoying fly?"

[velvetwarfare]

[ Cont. ]

“ If you are seeking a COWARD BEGGING ON HER KNEES FOR MERCY OR TUCKING TAIL AND FLEEING LIKE LEETLE MOUSE, you have come to the WRONG GAL, I am afraid. “

The war commander chortled,

“ Do not FLATTER YOURSELF. I do not see you as a GOD. I SEE NONE OF YOUR KIND AS GODLIKE — but I shall spare you the ANIMOSITY OUT OF RESPECT FOR OUR — HOPEFULLY NOT TEMPORARY — TRUCE AT THE MOMENT.

Now then.

What drinks do you prefer, hm? Water? Are you even allowed to INDULGE IN ALCOHOL up there — or is that another POINTLESS RULE YOU MUST ABIDE BY THAT RESTRICTS YOU FROM HAVING FUN? “

This one looks as if she’s never had a day of fun in her life — UNLESS IT INVOLVES SLAUGHTER. Betty would be a HYPOCRITE if she denied that as fun.

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[radioiaci]

@exalted-slaughter ⧐ The exorcist is crouched there on her perch in the darkness. Watching him. With that eerie patchmark grin on the sleek black visor she wore over her visage. A grinning, glowing face that stood out in the dark starkly. Claws gripping the brick edge of the roof’s ledge tight. Wings spread wide, as if to pounce. UNPROMPTED ASKS.

It is quite the endeavor to make an attempt to sneak up on the radio demon. With that ever-present shadow keeping an eye on his peripheral when he cannot, the exorcist is skirting a dangerous line. Keen hearing too, causes his ears to swivel back and in her direction, even if he cannot not see what exactly is laying in wait for him.

Practiced calmness ensures that he does not overreact. Does not even peer in that direction as he speaks aloud.

"I would rethink whatever course of action you are about to take and make exceptionally certain that it is a path you would like to travel down."

[king-of-wrath]

@exalted-slaughter

“..Not running, sinner? Most would call that suicide.”

The exorcist turns in place to examine Ramon with a critical gaze, her visor turned down in a scowl, deep and heavy, like his very existence to him was some sort of insult to her being.

“Grovel. And maybe I will spare you from slicing your head off your shoulders.”

The old sinner paid close attention to the exorcist's motions, assuming they would initiate combat. He stood still, making no movements of his own.

"Most would run, yes," he agreed. "But what good are legs against wings? As we both know, your kind are much faster than us."

"Groveling, some might try, but what use would that be---other than a humiliation to heap upon my demise? Even if I offered to do anything to be spared, what would an exorcist even want?"

[infernal-feminae]

A yelp left the sinner's mouth as she involuntarily jumped, staring wide-eyed in shock. Rosemary blinked at the blade pointed directly at her face, before returning her gaze to Lute's visor.

"...Are you trying to fucking ROB me!?" She screeched, gritting her teeth in annoyance, a hint of fear flashing in her gaze. To her, the being before her looked like any other demon in this hellhole, and not, a divine being from the paradise that evaded her.

By the time she rounded that corner, crossing over into the slums and the dregs of the Pentagram that even the most lowest of demons wouldn’t dare tread, Lute decided that she would make her move properly. She moves to draw her shortsword, the sliding hiss of the metal ringing through the air as her wings spread open with an ominous flapping sound, and it wasn’t long before she moves to leap from the roof, not landing on top of the sinner, but rather, right in front of her, turning around swiftly to point the edge and tip of her holy weapon into the face of this lowly damned soul, her holy visor glowing in bright white light, her wings spread and her armor gleaming.

“Prostrate yourself, lowly soul of Hell, keep your head low to the ground, and I may just consider sparing your life.”

[dol--blathanna]

I've already spoke in length about Orym's self-sacrificial tendencies in my 'Orym is a rabbit' post, but don't think I've forgotten about Miss Horse Girl giving Iphigenia vibes over here I just have some concerns about Imogen, whether willingly or forced, becoming a vessel for Predathos (you know, the same entity that Orym tried to comprehend for a single heartbeat and began screaming uncontrollably, had to be cradled like an infant by the Wildmother while he sobbed, and now something inside of him is irreversibly broken). Like I just think that letting an eldritch monster of hunger and oblivion possess you is maybe not a great idea?

One is a rabbit pushing his head willingly into the snare, the other is an ancient Greek princess about to be sacrificed on the altar so the war may continue, and I am asking them both very nicely to Please Stop That and Not Die 🙏💕

[lobotomy-lady]

sickened whenever I recall the horrid fact that kurapika is literally the only one who speaks his first language, he has not heard a word of it out of another person's mouth since he was 13 & he knows he never will again. not to mention being the only one who shares his spiritual/religious beliefs, whatever they may be. celebrating any kurta specific holidays alone forever. it's literally sooo sick god I'm gonna throw up. probably can't even reminisce & take comfort in the memories of the good times bc the more recent memory of finding their mutilated corpses is always gonna inevitably float it's way to the front of his mind bc untreated PTSD is just like that. it's so fun & cool how he's not only alone as the last of his people but alone in his pain bc who the hell could even begin to relate to what he's been through. other genocide survivors can't relate, family annihilation survivors can't relate...talk about isolating. haha well anyways unrelated but its time to overdose on my antidepressants

[dreadbornesaint]

tag dump - verses

[the-smallest-star]

Gritt can’t help but get the slow, sneaking suspicion that he’s being watched….Not by a sinner. Not by a Hellborn demon. But by…something else. Something he can’t quite place.

@exalted-slaughter

Gritt was on his way back to the hotel, security escorting him when he got that feeling... and security did too. They gestured for Gritt to enter a nearby shop, better to wait until things were clear.

@exalted-slaughter

[infernal-feminae]

@exalted-slaughter said: A certain exorcist may be watching a certain Rosy looking sinner (Rosemary)

The rosy-looking sinner in question continues to saunter down the street, none-the-wiser to the Exorcist watching her. She hadn't even learned about the Exterminations yet, nor the ones who carry them out, and thus, is blissfully unaware.

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

@exalted-slaughter sent; A bloodied and disturbingly raw heart is inexplicably somehow left on the window to Charlie’s penthouse in the top of the hotel. It was fresh, seeing as it was still dripping with fresh blood, and tangibly slimy to the touch, resting on the windowsill as if it were a pie cooling and waiting to be eaten.

It has a small string wrapped around its dripping frame, and attached to said string was a note.

“From Lute.”

Charlie was starting her day off like she often did, singing!

"GOOD MORNING BAAAAALTIMORE! EVERDAYS LIKE AN OPEN DOOR! EVERY NIGHT IS A FANTAAAASY! EVERY SOUNDS LIKE A SYMPATHEEEE-!!"

Cue a very high-pitched note that was hard for even her to hit.

"What the actual fuck-" the heart is seen, the princess would have been horrified to see it regardless, but the fact it's right outside her window just makes it worse. She gets closer, peaking her head out to inspect it further.

Lute did this? What was this? A warning? A threat? Just wanting to mess with her? Charlie is stunned, not quite knowing what to do with this, but she knows she can't just leave it here. She goes slowly...take it, pinching the edges of it, then lifting it while keeping it as far away from her as possible. She immediately books it inside. She has to figure out a way to dispose of this....respectfully of course.