#hellords

[accustiv]

@helllords (leviathan) liked

i never really understood how i found myself in situations that seemed to get increasingly more surreal and strange. most of the time, i simply adapted - resilience pulling me through the confusing, disorientating world that opened up once you stepped off the well-worn, law-abiding path of the majority of the population. needless to say, though, this was slightly unexpected.

you didn’t have to be an expert in theology or anthropology to recognise that there was something distinctly not quite right about him, you didn’t have to be an artist either to appreciate the beauty in his face, however unsettled he made me feel. it wouldn’t be the first time i had met someone who wasn’t entirely mortal, i recognised the signs… however i knew enough not to push and ask too many questions. so… at least i had that going for me.

“ you’re staring at me. ” i said, lightly, as i found his bright eyes and held them, almost defiantly. my hands slid casually into my pockets, and i shifted my weight onto one hip, lazy and easy and completely belying the way my pulse ticked up in speed in my throat. there was no way he could have seen my lift, there was no way he had been there, i’d checked, the only people around had been on the other side of the street. so i’d bumped into the mark, a quick flirtation, a hand on his lapel to smooth his jacket and then into the empty alley and away. it had been empty. not anymore. the corporate keycard, a flimsy piece of plastic, felt very, very heavy in my pocket. i smirked anyway.

“ well, this has been great. but i’m gonna - ” i gestured behind him, towards the other end of the alleyway. “ if you’ll just… ” i moved forwards, as if to edge around him, but stopped only a couple of steps in. his gaze on my face making my cheeks burn. “ what? ”

[sweetbitterbitten]

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beelzebub/petronella brandt (since nella is the owner and operator of a sugar conglomerate in the dutch providences, interacting with gluttony is - a daily business transaction i imagine), also - kitty howard?

mammon/irene adler (conwoman/thief is nothing BUT greed. and not just for money, or jewels, or infamy. but freedom as well)

lucifer and or asmodeus/anne boleyn and or caterina sforza (pride and lust, though anne is all other manner of things - honestly she could just be a three ring circus of every sin except sloth - these just make sense i think. and caterina literally has so much pride she put the pope to shame and both his sons, soooooo)

leviathan/jane parker aka lady rochford and or angelique bouchard (one is a literal magpie -not actually a bird but attracted to shiny things and or tainting them- and the other did the utmost just cause she was jealous her lover chose someone else, cursing him for all eternity)

belphegor/helena campbell and or constance blackwood (helena daydreams her life away and wants to run away from her circus family to have a normal life/i play her as under the dark mothers sway and is basically just sleep walking through her nightmare existence - and constance....is also delusional, ever smiling, pretending, and overlooking actual murder in her vicinity)

abaddon/olypmias and or joanna of castille (mother of alexander the great "in my womb i gained my vengeance!" and sister of catherine of aragorn, entitled "the mad")

[too-many-blorbos]

He never expected to love her.

“Love” was not a concern where demons were involved, least of all concubi. Least of all this concubus. The Hellords had sent her after a battle won; the customs of devils demanded that success be rewarded, and Kjarl's victories were enough to merit a consort. But devilish customs also demanded pettiness, and Kjarl's superiors never missed a chance to needle him.

“She suits you,” they'd said. “A fitting challenge for a rising commander,” they'd said. Kjarl soon realized what they meant. They'd sent him the lowest of the low, the most incompetent servant they could find. The only servant suitable for a lowly cambion like himself. She was an insult disguised as a gift.

A pretty insult, though. There was no such thing as an ugly concubus, but some looked better than others. The one that knelt at Kjarl's feet was plump as a pillow, her soft curves as inviting as a featherbed after a day's labor. Her hair fell in waves to her waist, and long lashes framed her doe-like eyes. A timeless beauty, the kind any mortal would find tempting even without charm magic.

“Name yourself,” Kjarl commanded her.

“I am called Myn'derrah, master,” she said with her head bowed respectfully. “I shall answer to whatever name pleases you, for your pleasure is my sole desire.”

She knew her etiquette well. Her voice was as beautiful as her face. Kjarl wondered what was wrong with her. “Tell me of yourself, Myn'derrah. What did you do before you came to me?”

‘I served in Asmodeus's court during my training period. Then I was sent to the mortal realm. I tempted souls for several years until I was… stopped. I then served a mortal master for a decade, before dying sent me home again.”

“What do you mean by ‘stopped?’”

“...A cleric caught me. He trapped me in a box. I was there for years until someone broke it.” Myn'derrah's eyes grew misty, head bowed in shame as she confessed. “I didn't tempt anyone or make more contracts when I was freed.”

“But you mentioned a mortal master.”

“I never made a contract with him. I just… stayed. I didn't want to go back to work and get caught again.”

So that was her failing. A concubus who refused to tempt souls was hardly a concubus at all, by the standards of devils. “You're not a very powerful fiend,” Kjarl said, more a statement of fact than a question.

“No, master.”

“Most fiends wouldn't admit that.”

“I won't lie to my master.”

Honesty? Another failing by devil standards. And not her only one, Kjarl guessed. Her words lacked the calculated precision fiends were known for. Her eyes held no spark of ambition, of silent scheming. They were like clear diamonds, sparkling beautifully but hiding nothing in their depths.

No wonder the Hellords had sent her. Myn'derrah was everything a fiend should not be, and yet still a fiend. More of a fiend than Kjarl would ever be, for she was born purely of the Hells while Kjarl had mortal blood in his veins. That was the message the Hellords intended in sending him this failure of a concubus.

Some devils would have raged over the insult. Kjarl was wiser. His mother had told him often “Waste no energy taking offense. Take revenge,” So he did not let his pride overtake his reason. Failure or not, Myn'derrah was still a concubus, and familiar with both devilish customs and the mortal realm. So he simply put her to use. And added another tally to the list of grievances he would one day repay.

[zealctry]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ( meme, always accepting ) / send an emoji for me to describe (using pictures, moodboards, or a description) what outfit my muse would wear in different contexts. Feel free to add details or combine emojis.

@hellords asked: on a date.

For a date, Hidan makes it a point to not change his outfits from his usual in-your-face fashion choices. He will, in fact, go out of his way ( to the point of going home and changing, if he's wearing something different ) to wear the same typical singlets/jacket/ripped jeans/boots/jewelry combination he generally wears. While this can be interpreted as him appearing apathetic or trying to convey that you're not worth the effort - that isn't actually the case. He just thinks it's dumb to try to impress by being someone he's not ( and his fashion choices, in modern verse, convey quite a bit of who he is ). If you like him, you'll like him for who he is ( and be open to what he generally wears ). No exceptions. Funnily enough, he becomes more lax about this in a longterm, secure, solid relationship. Then, he might ( likely will ) make an effort to take his partner's preferences into account, and catch them by surprise by adjusting his clothing choices ( either to tease or please them ).

While he will not switch up things in his wardrobe, he will, instead, pay more careful attention to his styling. He'll arrange his hair real nice, file his nails, throw on a collagen sleep mask so his skin is impeccable the next day for a planned date. Whip out a foundation cushion. Slap some cologne on. Generally be lowkey more put together, if one pays attention to subtle changes.

[1980sactionfigures]

Hellord - Fantasy World (Soma)

[xprojectrpg]

Moment of Awesome - Jean Grey/Phoenix:

In the aftermath of taking down the Hellord, Jean lets Garrison Kane know just how much his actions hurt.

Jean stared back at him, narrowing her eyes. "Do you think I want to make all of you stay here? You were flayed alive. Your skin just grew back. My apologies for wanting to do my job in making sure you heal properly," she said.

All of them liked to fight her like they were damn children after horrendous injury when she wanted them to stay a little longer to make sure they were okay.

At least she told them the truth and didn't join up with an anti-human terrorist group to accomplish her goals.

"Know what...half a day's fine."

"Thank you." He saw the anger, but healing wasn't always about physical health.

Jean said nothing, pulling out her tablet to take some notes. "I need to check your vitals."

"Whatever you need. I think most of my vitals have grown back by now." It was a lame joke, but at least an attempt to lighten the mood a little.

The result was just Jean staring at him as she grabbed a cuff to measure blood pressure, wrapping it around his arm and squeezing the pump to inflate.

"118 over 79," she said once the cuff had inflated properly, writing the information down with her stylus before crossing the room.

"People almost died, you know," she said.

"Is this when you want to have the talk?" Kane said, giving her a sideways look. "Because you're right. People almost died. But you're missing the rest of the statement, which is the whole point of being an X-Man. People almost died in order to stop something far worse from happening to a lot more innocent people."

Jean spun around on her heel, a spark of fire in her eyes that quickly disappeared. "That is not the goddamn point, Garrison! It's what you tell yourself to justify your actions," she said, stabbing the air with her finger.

"It just happened to work out this time. You didn't even ask us for help. You took things into your own hands and went to the enemy. And if Magneto turned on you and killed you...you would have died alone. And innocent people might have died anyway. Do you have any idea what happened while you were gone? Or wait...did Amanda tell you? Because apparently the two of you know better than anyone else. I am sorry this happened to you but that is not the point of being an X-Man."

"You know, I wish I knew everything. Especially without asking. It makes life so much easier and judgements... fuck, judgements get real simple when you get to decide how things went down on your own." Kane said, but there was no anger in his voice. No real fight even. Just a flat, almost mechanical response.

"Get your vitals, Doctor. I'll be here for the next half day. After that, maybe you'll want the whole story or maybe you won't. But after that, you don't have to have anything else to do with me."

Jean narrowed her eyes. "Really? If someone else were in your position and had pulled that same crap without telling you, you would be just as pissed as I am. How can I not 'judge you' based on what I had to deal with? Do you know how fun it is to try to put Kyle's skull back together? Spoiler...It's not. I tried to ask you what was going on, remember? But then I still went. Because I trusted you. Because of what we'd been through. So don't give me that...'you'll want to know the whole story, or maybe you won't' shit. Of course I do."