#shadow of gehenna

[karagna]

MECHS MECHS MECHS

[shadow-of-gehenna]

Introducing the Kalashnikov - The Scrapyard Underdog

The first Kalashnikov dates back to Locksteel’s original uprising, the frame’s initial design - which was penned by Adrian Lock - was based on a subterranean mining frame, capable of enduring the worst the deep crust of the planet could throw at a piece of machinery. It was easy enough to mount weapons to the frame and make some minor improvements to it’s plating to help deal with large scale weapons but as Locksteel continued to expand so too did the Kalashnikov, eventually it became host to an advanced frame that was magnitudes more durable than others in the locksteel catalog. 

Along with its core, the Kalashnikov is equipped with a range of redundancies coupled together with emergency backup systems that activate in cascade to mounting pressure, creating a frame that almost grows stronger or at least faster during longer engagements.

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The Kalashnikov is like many Locksteel mechs, built for risk and reward, however this frame takes it to the extreme; Thanks to its Underdog, True Grit and Lightweight traits, the more damaged, hindered or even outclassed in size the Kalashnikov is, the harder it fights and the harder to bring down it becomes. With the activation of it’s core power nothing less than complete annihilation can hope to bring this pit-brawler of a mech down. The systems and weapons the Kalashnikov buck the trend of Locksteel systems being useful for most if not all types of pilots; Each system granted by the license is ground up made to support melee-range, bloody-knuckled brawling. With weapons that hit hard and some that are just as indestructible as the frame itself. 

[r0-boat]

Yandere Sitri headcannons

Aishite, Aishite, Aishite! Motto, Motto!

Cw: yandere themes, NSFW, baby trapping, Somnophilia,

Yandere!Sitri x reader

As a being who studied in Hades, perhaps maybe even lived in Hades at some point no matter how long he has lived and served under the king of wrath He will never get rid of is that true deep feeling of envy that gnaws at his stomach like a venomous green-eyed beast. As he stared with eyes full of cold, callus hatred watching all of his colleagues and even other kings fun over you and fight for your attention.

Even Satan would not be safe, as Sitri a loyal Butler and follower his adoration for the King of Gehenna slowly being consumed by his envy of him.

He self-proclaims as himself being the closest to Solomon before his death. And not only that he falls deeper in love with you everyday. It was not just love It was borderline worship. Something that only angels could notice since this deep twisted feeling of loving something to the point of insanity was all too familiar to them.

Sitri was a devil. He couldn't lie to you directly, but he could still deceive. He could still manipulate you in another way, spin half-truths, and try slowly but surely to gain your trust to have you in his arms finally. He knows he'll have a lot of competition to win someone as precious as Solomon's daughter, But he feels confident studying in Hades. That is ruled under envy. He felt as though he had been training for this moment.

As the right-hand devil of a king so possessive as Satan, he has to work in the shadows. He does not have the luxury of being so public with his true desires. And how he thinks of everyone as savage dogs getting in the way. He must ensure that he should be your only choice in the end even if He needs to twist your mind to make you think lies.

However as a devil. The hardest thing he has to do is hold back every aching desire he has in him to not grab you hold you in his arms and drag you to the darkest depths of Gehenna's dungeon so no one, not even the king can find you. Scaring you away would be a death sentence or worse being pinned as a threat to not only your safety but the safety of hell itself.

So he bites his time patiently, waiting patiently, patiently! and patiently laying every card just right so he could snatch you up in the end. Occasionally, his mask does slip, something he could only do when he's giving you his "devil's energy" where you can write it off as some kind of kink. Or filling you up and hoping it takes. He knows very little on human anatomy but he does know that you would never want to leave if you knew you had a baby with a devil.

Hopefully by that time he'll have all his plans would be meticulously drawn out. And hopefully if all goes well after the war he will confess his true love to you and if you don't accept him you won't have a choice He will not leave you He will not let you leave him like last time.

Sometimes he will indulge in his desires sneaking into your room to listen to that soft low drum of that precious heart of yours. By that point he would be slipping more herbs in your tea to help you sleep deeper as he climbs into your bed to feel your body. Pressing his bare skin against yours he feels his cock hardening. Your name not your nickname, Your name slips from his lips like a silent prayer as his cock fucks your plush thighs.

Other times, he will keep notebooks filled to the brim with information about the type of toothpaste you use. He will know you and your body down to the kilogram. And, of course, Sitri will use that information to try to gain your favor.

And oh, how he would worship you; serve you like royalty and a lover. How he dreams of waking up to you snuggling against him so close that the only thing he can hear is the sound of your hearts intertwined, beating as one as you snuggle into his chest.

He's as intelligent as he is delusional, Don't even attempt trying to manipulate him He will see right through you. He will not punish or break you.

[skyeslittlecorner]

The little kings scenarios you have are the best! Here's a cute idea: you know how kids think you're the best when you do things they couldn't do? How about a scenario where they think you're the absolute coolest after rescuing them from...idk, something 😅 Like it's hard to imagine them being in grave trouble (maybe except for levi my poor bby) but for the sake of this ask, the little kings ran into trouble and the mc, in all their human capacity, saved them in the nick of time.

These little guys are a thousand times more powerful than their own subjects, let alone humans. Time to give them a problem they can't solve by force (or at least they shouldn't). It's good that in the eyes of children the smallest problems can be the weight of a collapsing world, and it's good that we are here to save them.

A small spoiler for ch5 in Mammon's part.

Satan will do anything to avoid going to the dentist, even as an adult, let alone as a child. But if you go with him, maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe. It's not even about the pain, he just doesn't like it when someone picks at his mouth. It's true that you won't find a magical solution, but you can hold his little hand. And let him squeeze you when he hurts. Also, you can buy him a dog chew. Either way, you will be his most favorite human in all worlds.

Mammon, as a child, had a big problem with too much power in too small a body. When he appeared at the door of your room at night, barely holding back his tears, you didn't think twice and just lifted the covers. He climbs onto the bed with you, and you feel how stiff he is. Help him massage his cramped muscles. The pain will soon pass, and he will hug you like the greatest treasure in the world.

Beelzebub is the easiest one, you just save him from Bael lmao. Not that he's hurting him, but he won't let him sneak out to Paradise Lost, and Beel has such a terrible urge! Take this little king on a trip to Gehenna and you will be a hero. Plus, you'll kill two birds with one stone, because little Satan won't be bored either. In fact, you can try to collect them all like Pokémon and feel like a full-fledged royal nanny. 

Leviathan looks like he's even afraid of his own shadow. At first, he doesn't even trust you, but the more time you spend with him, the better he feels. His comfort zone will become the zone around you. Barbatos thinks he's constantly levitating somewhere close to you, like a planet around the sun. There is no threat in his palace, but in Levi’s eyes, nothing will threaten him only thanks to your presence.

[sulumuns-dootah]

Can I request a headcanon of wbh kings reacting to a gn mc who's a actress/actor and watching a horror killer movie mc played in (mc is the final person to die)

WHB kings w/ MC acting in horror movie

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: Hi! Sorry for the wait, Fall is always kinda rough on my mental health U.U

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When you told Satan that you're in a horror movie, he was super excited

Certified horror movie enjoyer right there

Oh and when he found out you were on the poster of it?

Suddenly it's all over Gehenna and many screenings are scheduled in pretty much all the cinemas

Before, however, it is shown anywhere publicly, Satan wants to watch it with you alone

During the movie he'd joke that he's expecting your character to be one of the first ones to die since it's a rule that hot characters die first

But then he realizes there's only about 20 minutes of the movie left and your character is still alive

Maybe you're one of those final survivors who don't die?

Nope :)

Just as the final credits start to roll in, the killer jumpscares the audience by surprise lounging at your character and kills them as the credits roll list all the names of everyone who took part in the production

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Similar to Satan's reaction, but Mammon only has a screening in a handful of cinemas of his choosing

Obviously,as the star you are, the screening also has a meet and greet with you included

Bimet was the one to organise everything, so you can imagine how expensive the tickets are

Mammon will also want a private screening before letting anyone else watch it

And since for example Texas Chainsaw Massacre did it: If there's a scene with your ass all over the screen, Mammon will be obsessed and make it his personality for the next century :)

Now, getting back to the end of the movie and seeing your way too suden death, you sneak a peek at Mammon to see his reaction and he, to be fair, looks unmoved

But then you notice him being more clingy than usual

When you ask him about it, he'll give you, honestly, the best answer:

"Seeing you die made me realise I don't ever want to loose you in reality"

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Exact opposite

Nobody except for you and him are allowed to watch it

Now, Levi will be happy to tell everyone that his partner is an actor/actress in movies, but will never say which ones

What's it to them? They can't appreciate your presence on screen correctly

The next thing you know they'll be making fan edits and write fanfics about you and either the killer or some random self-insert instead of Leviathan - your ACTUAL partner

The movie will kinda become shadow banned in Hades bc the people will fear their king will find out they watched it and hang them to death for it

The only one to openly talk about it is Glasyalabolas bc of course

He's hoping he can catch some other demons while they pretend to not know what he's talking about despite secretly watching it

(Oof, I can even imagine: You know how are those videos like 'Top 5 movies you shouldn't watch'? Your movie will be every no.1 on those lists :D)

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When you told Beel about your new found stardom, he tried acting surprised but you both knew his act was bad

He knew even before you knew and accepted the offer from the casting director

And you could swear you think he was there during the shoot

Or at least you thought you saw him for a flash by the catering table, moments before someone started raising all hell because someone ate all the pizza again

So when you suggest a movie night with your movie, he already has some stuff prepared at some secret location

Maybe he might even send some pics of you cosying together to Bael just to piss him off

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Belphegor just to happened to be half-awake when you came excitedly running to his room

He had half the mind to just fall back asleep, but then you started talking about some movie you were in, so he decided to give you at least some of his time

"Oh, and you want me to watch it now or...?"

Sure, you can join him in bed and watch it with him, but he can't promise he'll stay awake the whole time

Maybe only until your character dies, because after that you won't mind, right?

Oh boy, did he not know...

To be fair, he does watch the whole movie until then, but might not be awake long enough for him to give a review of your performance

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"Oh, you're in a movie, my pretty little bitch? Sure, let's watch it."

You know where this leads to...

By the time the first kill happens you're already folded in half, taking Asmo in and screaming louder than the poor victim in the movie

But Asmo actually is interested in your character, so whenever you're on screen, he slows down and shushes you so that he can hear the other you

By the time your character dies, you've already cume multiple times and are about ready to pass out just like in the movie

After the movie's over, Asmo will actually give you a good review and ideas on what to work on (including your stamina ;))

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You didn't even get to be the one to tell Lucifer

Of course Gamigin had to accidentally let it slip while begging Lucifer to partake with the rest of demons in a movie night

You wanted to surprise Luci by putting the movie on and seeing if him or any other demon catches on to recognise the bad-ass final girl/guy as you

After that Luci hears you scolding Gamigin for the slip up so he decides to act like he didn't know you'll be in the movie

He's not really convincing, but it's the thought that counts, right?

After the movie's finished, you anxiously ask everyone for the opinion

Everyone has nice things to say, except for the SFX team and the many inaccuracies they noticed

But... Luci is silent

At least until everyone's gone to bed for the night

After that he'll have you sit on his lap and whisper so much praise into your ear

[jazeswhbhaven]

An Unslighty Guy | React | SPOILERS

So there really much to this part of the story it's literally just these two clowns pranking each other each meeting and I found that c r a z y lmao because???

Sitri gave this man a blank report

Amy smashed a pie in Sitri's face the next go around (lmao what is happeningggg)

Sitri starts laughing and everyone is like "oh shit" because I'm willing to bet it's not the genuinely "that silly Amy" laughter it's the "I'm going to fuck him up so bad" laugh

Ppyong calls it as he sees it lmao they both childish at this point

Okay so let me observe something.

Ya'll notice how Sitri's pranks are literally like the worst possible thing you could do to inconvenience someone? Like give them blank reports to follow during the meeting, stick your thumb in your fucking food? And then Amy's is literally just little hahaha I smashed your face with pie and gave you dressing instead of a drink. I feel Sitri's are more on the meaner side because that's just how he is or maybe he's really trying to prove something to Amy on how much he just can't stand the man.

Anyways Amy proceeds to eat the pudding to prove a point but then sits close to Sitri to play footsie kick his shins til they're bloody and I'm like SIr how hard you kicking????? holy shit?

Now this right here I don't blame him for doing that because nah why you kick me so hard I'm bleeding? No chair for you, fam.

Amy is stubborn asf lmao

Belial is fucking right because the more they fight...lol

Also...is Jjyu cryin'? He looks sad or scared or something I barely pay attention to the little bab because he's so tiny lmao

So now Gehenna has made it to where these two fighting every five years is literally like a thing to come and watch and take bets I guess or support their fave on who would win.

I'll have you know Amy, I like black tea but only if it has milk and sugar in it. But I'm also not a girl so nvm lemme mind my business

Now Sitri...don't sleep on canned coffee. I don't drink coffee but that shit is convenient. Just pop and there you go. Ain't gotta wait for the kettle, the pot, none of that. Though I do love the fresh smell of coffee.

ANYWAYS

They need to leave Ppyong alone like clearly he doesn't want to pick a side, damn.

i wanna make a comment but i'll refrain lmao sometimes my humor can step on some toes and i'd rather not.

Astaroth should be my therapist because ain't that the truth.

Anyways, the discussion here is that since Amy and Sitri never fought together on the same level it could be really bad if they do have to defend Gehenna and they won't be able to collaborate or get along on the field and that would cause issues.

And ofc everyone is worried that it would be dangerous for Gehenna in the long run if those two don't find common ground.

Astaroth has a simple approach about it, to simply just enjoy the chaos and take things as they come. Anything could happen anyway even if there isn't impending doom shadowing over their country.

But with the ending saying that "it" happened...it seems that our goth devil friend here actually manifested something just by even saying it outloud and you know what???

That shit often happens to me too. Like I'll literally be like "damn I hope xxxx doesn't happen" and then it fucking happens.

Well lovelies...let's see what awaits us on day 4!

[y-rhywbeth2]

Fun things I'm slapping on my Durge as I fully lean into the outsider (evil/fiend subtype) category and the concept that Durge is/used to be Bhaal because if the writing can try and tell me that Wyll Ravengard is an actual devil despite bringing in none of the themes or consequences of what that means, nor treating him mechanically as anything but a regular human with horns, then whatever the writing says on the matter of outsiders vs mortals is 100% meaningless and I can do what the fuck I want:

A silver allergy (but they're reacting to the silver itself, not the traces of other metals in the alloy) A trait devils and bhaalspawn have in common is their weakness to silver (a metal associated with good and purity and etc). While that technically refers to damage reduction when injured, I like the idea that it also causes supernatural allergic reactions and causes burning/itching and hives and stuff.

Weirdly dark veins Going off that thing where Bhaalspawn blood may be black and viscous - I won't go that far, but the idea that it's weirdly thick and sticky and darker in colour than it should be sounds fun.

Black eyes, possibly including the sclera. Because I've always loved that particular dream from BG1 where Bhaal manifests as a raven: "You drop your gaze back to the water so as not to see [your foster father's corpse]. The raven is gone, but your own image remains. Your eyes are black, like those of a bird. 'Like father, like child,' the reflection says." (Logically, the average raven technically has dark brown eyes and white sclera, it's just that the iris is so much bigger. Whatever.) There's also room for the glowing molten-lava flames-of-Gehenna type eyes, courtesy of the Ravager avatar, but I feel that might be a touch melodramatic. I like my subtle creepy.

The ability to grow facial hair despite mechanically being an elf The Ravager has a beard; I can only assume Bhaal had one if he's putting them on his avatars. Vel likely won't grow a beard, but he can have the occasional 5 o'clock shadow as a treat.

Pallor Just drawing inspiration from the Slayer, which was a walking corpse, the dude just looks perpetually dead/ill despite his apparent good health (technically the Slayer is described as "ivory white" I'm just going to note that down as a flowery way to say "looks like it doesn't have a functioning circulatory system")

Instinctual knowledge of specific languages. Sort of like dragons and draconic sorcerers are born knowing draconic, and devils abyssal. As basically a minor reincarnation of Bhaal, Durge instinctively knows Netherese and Infernal (Bhaalspawn seem to align closer to devils in nature than any other outsider). Because I can and I want to.

[gorbalsvampire]

V:tM at the Movies: a film rec list

THE UR–EXAMPLES

The Hunger is about as close to the Platonic ideal of Vampire: the Masquerade as you can get. Nightclubs! Gratuitous Bauhaus! Lesbian kiss! The aesthetic is spot on: it looks and feels like early Vampire art, or rather early Vampire art looks and feels like this film. V:tM may have come out in 1991 but it's rooted firmly in the 1980s and the vampire chic this film defined. The Hunger will dump the vibe of the game right between the eyes and it's as close as I dare come to "must-watch."

V:tM's Gehenna concept is heavily mirrored/inspired by the novel Queen of the Damned, which was filmed around the time Gehenna was actually happening and the line was coming to a close. The Hunger defines where V:tM came from, all Eighties post-punk writhing - this chuggy post-industrial apocalypse-glam perfectly sums up where it's going.

Although they have no real connection to each other besides parallel evolution, Night Teeth absolutely nails the "rival conspiracies" energy of Hunter: the Reckoning and Vampire: the Masquerade, as well as the burnout, the irony, the neon and the party-at-the-end-of-the-world vibe of V5. It is a perfect fifth edition Vampire movie and it must drive Paradox mad that it had nothing to do with them or their IP.

THE META TAKE

Shadow of the Vampire is about a vampire playing a vampire in the first vampire movie ever made. In a weird way I think that's perfect for the sense of the Masquerade, hiding in plain sight, preying on the worst instincts of humanity and encouraging them to let you get away with all the awful things you want to do. In microcosm, it's the perfect analogy for the "vampires secretly run society" vibe.

YOUR FLAVOUR OF BASTARD

Depending on what type of vampire you want to be (and I'm going with V5's categories here), I recommend at least one of the following:

Thinbloods lend themselves well to the What We Do In The Shadows conceit of vampire flatmates (or The Carmilla Movie, I guess, but I haven't seen that one). They're millennial vampires; all the power and resources are concentrated in the hands of previous generations, so they pretty much have to bind together and find something else to enjoy in life, 'cause they're never going to be powerful in the conventional sense. Thinblood games are low power, a bit domestic, and often the closest to "normal life but we happen to be vampires and bigger vampires try to kick our heads in occasionally."

Neonates are your classic Gen X eighties/nineties vampire movie - The Lost Boys. Still weak enough that they're better off standing together, strong enough that they can afford to be a bit cocky around humans. Probably share a sire, mentor, authority figure of some sort and should probably be working on his agenda once they've finished prowling the boardwalks and clubland at night. They're a step further removed from society, but they can pretend to be human for an hour or two if they really try. Also, this is the other one that was in the air and influential when V:tM first came to be - along with The Hunger, I'd recommend it as the closest to a must-watch.

Ancillae (the upper reaches of age and power offered by the V5 corebook) are more your Interview With The Vampire  kind of deal. You've lived a long life, your adventuring days are behind you, and now you're something of a mover and a shaker - you're probably permitted or at least not prevented from siring and you're looking to give someone the choice you never had. Modernity gives you a headache but at least you can work a smartphone four times out of five. Ancillae games are a nice balance between "you're powerful" and "you still have to answer to someone".

If you're extending into Elder territory, settle down with a small glass of something and enjoy one of my favourite films ever, Only Lovers Left Alive. It's a slow story, and not a lot happens, but that's elders for you. They become introverted. They fall into a groove. They keep to each others' company. It's beautiful and haunting until some clueless childe comes along and screws it all up for them and they have to admit what they really are.

Want to figure out the Sabbat? Watch 30 Days of Night and thank me later. The vampires there are getting away with something horrible because they've fallen through the cracks in the world. They act alpha-predator but they still live on the fringe or civilisation, the little savages. (I am told that Near Dark is basically Sabbat: the Movie, but I haven't seen it, so I'm going to have to take that on trust.)

REFLEXIVE ACTION

It would be deeply remiss of me not to talk about Underworld, the film series transparently inspired by V:tM,.to the point where White Wolf as was took the producers of the original to court over it. Underworld reflects V:tM at its most "gamery" – all custom weapons, trenchcoats and corsets, fighting werewolves in the dark, flashing back to the Middle/Dark Ages and preoccupied with impenetrable why-does-this-matter world-building. It sits at the end of that unfortunate tendency toward Desert Eagles, katanas, Dragonsbreath rounds and C4 appearing on every character sheet that found its way into V:tM's DNA from Shadowrun, along with the penchant for double handfuls of d10s and wearing sunglasses indoors. I dislike that sort of game and I'm not mad keen on Underworld either, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that this sort of thing is also peak Vampire.

WAIT, THIS ISN'T VAMPIRES!

V:tM is synonymous with politics and backstabbing, and there isn't in my opinion a vampire movie that really hits that. Thing is, Rein-Hagen also loves Mafia movie and cites them as an influence. Vampires exist as organised criminals, after all, and the concept of omerta is atomic to that of the Masquerade. This is why, to grasp how a Prince or Baron holds court and influences people, you really should just sit down and watch The Godfather. Pretty basic recommendation, granted, but I don't know if anyone else is here for my "Guy Ritchie's V:tM" style of action storytelling...

YOUR OWN PERSONAL JESUS TASTE

What are your top three movies? Why? That'll give you an idea of what you, as Storyteller, are most interested in running. Now grab some friends and ask them the same question. Wherever you find an overlap in your tastes, that's something that's worth focusing on in your actual game. Try to make sure there's a couple of vampire-themed answers in there, but also something else, because "being a vampire" in and of itself doesn't make a story (unless it's a quiet, short one like Only Lovers Left Alive, but that's a one-off, not a chronicle). 

People often expect an RPG to come ready-made and ready-to-go ("We're playing the Lost Mines of Phandelver") and Vampire, at its best, is a bit more bespoke. Asking players about their taste in media is one way to start that tailoring process, making your V:tM something a bit different from everyone else's and getting into that transformative stuff that makes RPGs so gosh-darn amazing.

Mine, discounting the one I've already gushed about up the line, are a nebulous "pick one from Guy Ritchie's early career" and Franklyn. My games run on generally have a couple of seemingly indestructible SPCs nobody likes and a dark secret that can absolutely take them down, someone WILL have an impenetrable regional accent, but there's also a layer of exaggerated Gothickry over everything, neuratypical characters will perceive the world very differently, vengeance and trauma will drive the major players and love may conquer all but you'll have to lose a lot to get there. None of this is essential to V:tM but it's what makes my V:tM different from A. N. Other Storyteller's.

[feith-rikya]

All these characters are from an RPG campaign called; Gehenna's Gates, set in the world of Vampire The Masquerade. Feel free to ask any questions!

Rebecca, Aaron & Devon: This is the story of Rebecca, Aaron, and Devon, raised by the ancient vampire Adan, an Angellis Ater whose dark purpose was to breed heirs destined to wreak havoc upon the world and survive the impending Gehenna.

(TW: abuse)

Adan, a vampire bent on global destruction, resided in a sinister mansion in Spain. There, he adopted orphans, subjecting them to ruthless trials to groom them as his progeny.

The children endured his sadistic games, designed to shape them into perfect instruments of chaos. He honed their skills, whether in music, art, or cruelty, ensuring they'd unleash their worst selves upon the world. Under his roof, the children were left to fend for themselves, provided with the bare necessities to survive: rooms, a playground, but also subjected to his twisted games meant to toughen them up. Whether it was instilling fear, honing their skills in music or art, or resorting to any means necessary to shape them into perfect beings, Adan spared no cruelty.

The mansion itself was a labyrinth designed as a sinister puzzle, a test to determine which of the children possessed the strength to become his heirs, to be transformed into vampires and amplify their potential for malevolence. Three children, against all odds, managed to decipher his lethal puzzles: Rebecca, Aaron, and Devon. But little did they know that their victory marked the beginning of an even darker chapter.

Rebecca: A very clever girl, was Adan's prized creation. He orchestrated her descent into darkness by forcing her to change her appearance, transforming her once-blonde hair into a fiery red, erasing traces of her former self with every tint. She emerged as Adan's favorite, a mirror to his cruelty and depravity. Post-transformation, her fixation on wealth knew no bounds; she bartered with morality, trading anything and anyone for financial gain.

Despite her initial bond with Aaron and Devon, her transformation into an angelis sater, akin to her sire, weakened these ties. Her path was paved with despicable acts, and a curse shadowed her every move. She became a prominent member of Camarilla’s Red List, knowing for using her power like a puppeteer. Completely controlling the mind of her slaves, substituting their will with her own, always making them tint their hair red.

Aaron: Music flowed through Aaron's veins, a gentle soul with a heart tuned to melody. Yet, Adan's machinations twisted his passion into a tormenting symphony. Confined to a room devoid of sound, Aaron's senses sharpened, a cruel preparation for the role Adan envisioned: a toreador. Adan, in his pursuit of perfection, forcibly turned Aaron, seizing an ancient toreador musician, Giuseppe Tartini, to sire him against his will. Aaron's attempts to flee earned him scars, both physical and emotional.

Post-liberation, he sought solace in drugs and hedonism, desperate for the love he was denied. He became less cruel than his brother and sister, but not less dangerous.

Devon: From his early days, Devon displayed signs of psychological instability, a seed that Adan nurtured into full bloom. His passion for painting became a twisted outlet for Adan's malevolence, as Devon's skin became the canvas for his depravity. Each stroke etched deeper into Devon's psyche, cultivating a cruelty and psychosis that would define his existence. The only thing he couldnt do was making him learn how ti tie his tie, he broke his hands every time he didn't do it right, but never really managed to make him learn. As he transitioned into a vampire, his descent into darkness reached new depths, evolving into a serial killer whose atrocities were both savage and disturbingly artistic. Despite his monstrous actions, a curious attachment to his siblings persisted, a fragile thread of humanity amidst the chaos of his mind.

Adan's demise came when he moved to eliminate Aaron for his attempt to free his sire and escape. Devon leaped to his brother's defense but was ultimately overwhelmed by the sheer power of his sire. In a crucial moment, Rebecca, harboring a deep-seated hatred for Adan, made a decisive choice. Instead of siding with her former mentor, she turned against him, using her powers to block his advances and shield her brothers from harm. It was her intervention that provided the crucial opening for Devon to strike, driving a stake through Adan's heart. However, even as they believed victory was theirs, Adan's kept moving trying to free himself. In a final act of desperation, Devon made his siblings escape and then absorbed what he could of his sire's essence through diablerie, but it proved to be an incomplete victory. Despite his best efforts, a part of his essence remained, stubbornly refusing to fade away. Adan's influence continued to haunt him, a constant reminder of the darkness they had faced. Now, with the Gehennah on the horizon, Adan's shadow looms larger than ever. His presence threatens to resurface, more formidable and dangerous than ever before.

(this drawing are meant to represent the path of these three characters, from their childhood to the present, there are many details that i haven't mentioned but tried to convey)

[karagna]

I hope you like graphic design and mechs because boy do I make those a lot.

[shadow-of-gehenna]

Introducing the Remington -  The Bottomless Armory

The Remington -or more grimly nicknamed by pilots: “the marching tomb” - was first deployed as a rough prototype. Cobbled together from unused frames, leftover weapons and systems mounted around a defunct 3D printer, the Remington was never intended for serious use and deployment, however the effectiveness of being able to print systems on the go, even if they were likely to fail, wasn’t lost on those who used it and Locksteel was convinced to manufacture and release a more stable pattern. 

Though it is now less of a death trap, the name stuck with down on their luck pilots with nothing left to lose and a desire to not go quietly, arming themselves with as much as their frame could carry and bringing as many hostiles down with them.

-

The most important part of the Remington is it’s ability to constantly be using limited systems, with a chance to not consume limited systems it can keep the pressure on with powerful systems. The second most important factor is it’s Directed Force Canon, a weapon that gains uses from spent limited systems and weapons to unleash devastating Area of Effect attacks.

The tools the Remington license comes with are nothing to scoff at, with multi-target disposable missile launchers, explosive drones and the devastating Thumper canon, the Remington Excels at blanketing the battlefield, while it’s vast amount of countermeasures prevent it from even being scratched.

[fellow-anime-weeb927]

Mashle Kaldo x Gn!Reader

A/n: only read it if you finished the manga and this might be ooc for Kaldo TvT

(Characters spoilers ahead!!!)

Y/n L/n, the darkness cane, one of the most powerful and smart divine visionaries of them all. Although they seem to be someone people shouldn’t mess with, they are kind and gentle, like a parental figure. But of course they will take action if anything bad happens to the ones they care about.

‘Hello to you L/n.’ -Kaldo-

‘Oh it’s you again Gehenna.’ -You-

‘Aw, what’s with the long face? Mhmhm~ come on cheer up a little!’

‘…no comment,’ as they finished, they walked down the hallway to meet the other divine visionaries.

Kaldo rushed towards them, walking next to them. He continued to tease Y/n while they just stared back at him with a blank expression and said, ‘Kaldo Gehenna I will manipulate your shadow and throw you off of a building..’ With that Kaldo shut his mouth but poked their cheek from time to time.

Y/n stayed quiet but couldn’t help it and thought how handsome and charming Kaldo was. Of course they kept it to themselves and kept walking, eventually both of them made it to the room where the others were waiting.

The first one greeted them was Ryoh Grantz, the light cane.

‘Why hello you two! Did you guys have fun?~’ Y/n responded him by giving him a death glare, Kaldo responded him by pointing his sword towards Ryoh with an annoyed grin. Ryoh only laughed, ‘Aw~ looks like you two are matching again!~’ Y/n couldn’t help but blush faintly, Kaldo just coughed to ease the awkwardness while losing his composure. The other visionaries also shipped you two (mainly Ryoh though-) and you both continued to be teased by the famous light cane until Sophina sew his lips shut, ‘Alright that’s enough, they both have heard enough,’ she turned to you and Kaldo saying, ‘We’ll take care of him, don’t be late for the meeting lovebirds~’ With that, Sophina left with Ryoh as the others watched.

Y/n blushed more but stayed calm. And of course this didn’t go unnoticed by Kaldo, who took the opportunity to tease ask them questions.

‘Hm?~ What’s with the blushing L/n? Don’t tell me your flustered~’

Y/n flicked his forehead, shutting him up. They found a seat on the couch and sat down to rest. Kaldo sat down next to them, holding out a plate of sashimi doused in honey, as if he wanted them to have a taste of it.

They didn’t want to be rude so they reluctantly took a bite, since they have tasted Kaldo’s ‘interesting’ food choices, they got used to it and swallowed it. ‘It’s not that bad to be honest.’ Y/n simply laid back and took a break.

As they did, Kaldo couldn’t help but notice and admire every little detail about their appearance, how their relaxed face make him feel less stressed, he’s confused about what and why he felt this way for years now.

Hehehe~ imma stop here, y/n and Kaldo do be in love~~ let me know if you want me to continue this~! Bye!!~

[miharuki]

𝕬𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉/𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘:

𝕵𝖆 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖉𝖔/𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖈

𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘:

✧Mashle:

★Rayne Ames

Imagine

★Finn Ames

Imagine

★Kaldo Gehenna

Imagine

✧Kaiju no 8:

★Soshiro hoshina Imagine Imagine

★Kafka hibino Imagine

⊱─────⊰✯⊱─────⊰

𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘:

✧the legends of zelda:

★Dark Link

Yandere Dark Link with s/o like shadow zelda but who can change shape

Dark link with s/o like shinobu

★fierce deity link

Fierce deity link with hylia! goddess! reader

★linked universe

The Theree Promises of a Hero(ine)

⊱─────⊰✯⊱─────⊰

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖓:

✧Miraculos:

★𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎

Once upon a time there a blue love (Eng) pt2

luka with s/o marinette sister

⊱─────⊰✯⊱─────⊰

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒/𝕺𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖘 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒:

✧Creepypasta:

★𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍

Ben Drowned with s/o with wendy personality (south park) (Eng) Ben Drowned with reader!elf

★𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚔

Yandere Dark Link with s/o like shadow zelda but who can change shape Dark link with s/o like shinobu

✧Yanderes:

★yandere boy:

Yandere villain prince X reader Yandere secret admirer x reader(fanfictober day1)

(If it doesn't appear here, it's because either I didn't make a fanfic for this character, or I haven't updated the fic yet.)

(caso não aparece aqui, é por que eu não fiz fanfic disso ou ainda não atualizei a fanfic deste personagens)

[arent-we]

The divinities chaos order

Chapter 1-?

??? POV:

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦?

"The empire of yours you truly want to build, it will just go to waste like your first empire." A shadow who looks like me, a shadow who will 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 me.

"No. I who's the Lostbelt King. Will rebuild her empire! I survived being here in this place for years and I know I will!"

"You know that in this world, that called 𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗹𝘁 isn't 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁 here, Take my hand."

.

.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨?

𝘚𝘬𝘺...

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱...?

.

𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱

𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴

𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱

𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘴..

𝘈 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴..?

"𝗔𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛!!" 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦... 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴, 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵

Someone's approaching me, is he gonna end me?

.

"𝗥𝗲𝘀𝘁" a man I can't see him but his touch. He's healing me? "𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 my organization. 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘀"

My thank you was not enough. The 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 who saved me, have my whole loyalty and devotion. I know it's been years, but it's still haunting me. All of it.

[Meeting]

"The second 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲" the creator's voiced all strict but everything in his plans have reasons

"Yes?" Bowing down at him, he doesn't treat is like some commoners but as a teammate.

"Go take the Saint Job. And watch the 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗩𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 while the first will watch the organization of Innocent zero. Understand?"

"We do."

_________________________________________

[Kaldo's office]

"Y/n! Would you like a sashimi with honey?" Kaldo Gehenna, the Fire Cane. All divine visionaries profile I already sent them to Creator.

"Of course I would" It's good. Why many found it disgusting? Or do we both have just a same taste of foods? "It's good" I gave him a thumb up why is he red and in one knee?

"Y/n... Marry me-"

"No."

I will just go now and give this papers to that Sand cane that I hate. Everything of him. Everything.

I opened the door of his office. [Orter's office]

Didn't he feels tired doing all of that?

"Quit being a saint." ..𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦? "Is it because when I said confess to each other and I said I'm a saint, I didn't reject you or said yes?"

"...."

"...."

"...."

"........."

"I doesn't even care-"

"You do. Bye."

"You still need to prove yourself to become one of us."

"I do not intend to."

[Rayne's office]

"...." A lot of bunnies welcomes me. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

"...I make a bunny sweater for you" Rayne is the only I considered male divine visionary that is normal, he's good.

"You don't need to"

"I do. Bye." I have more conversations of myself than to people.

.

.

I'll just take a walk in a forest and probably find some wild fruits

[Forest]

"...." 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

"You're scaring even animals." It was true. Some birds fleeing wait... He doesn't have.. any... 𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘒!?!

"....You're pretty."

"Thanks but.. no marks?"

"Are you gonna-"

"No I don't."

"..."

"Will you 𝗧𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲?"

_

Hello this is more long actually, and I'm just about to write this everything in Quotev. if you ever saw a story like this in Wattpad, it's just a copy. I'M ONLY writing this in Quotev and Tumblr!

[rinwellisathing]

A Crimson Lover : Part 1

This is my 'I assume no one else wanted this but I really felt like writing it' fic. Because one of my obsessive special interests is Fatal Frame, so I decided to write a Fatal Frame AU for BG 3. With that being said, I hope at least someone other than me will enjoy this <3

The Letting Ritual

“To protect himself from being discovered by his enemies, the god Baal commands that people must die. This ritual requires the shedding of a brother's blood. Two people go in and only one person comes out. The blood nourishes the runes in the ceremonial hall and flows into the lower chambers of the temple. The stronger the brother's devotion, the more powerful the ritual.”

-A rough translation of a faded Bhaalist placard outside a crumbling ruin. Sentry watched the dim streets outside the window of his cell. Tomorrow, he and Orin would meet in combat in the sacred arena below the temple. Only one of them would survive. It felt strange to him, being inches from death and still with so many souls left alive on the earth. Since childhood, he had been raised as chosen, told that he was special, that father had a plan for him. By the time he turned fifteen, that plan boiled down to him standing alone among ashes and bones strewn across the barren wasteland that was the world. A part of him knew that this was still father's plan, that the priests had every intention that he be the one to survive and not Orin. It left a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe if he believed it was a fair fight, it would have been alright. If Orin had been older, more experienced in single combat. But she was young, just twelve years old this year, and she was an assassin, ambushing from the shadows. Sentry was sixteen years old and a battle hardened warrior. The fight could not have been more unbalanced in his mind. The cult at large would not have known, COULD not have known, but since he had been younger even than Orin, Sentry had visited another temple in the city, learning about the faith of Ilmater. He had learned the value of sacrifice, of martyrdom. He had taken sacred scars as he'd learned their ways, read of their lord and his doctrine. And now, at the final hour, he was on his knees at the window, his words not meant for his father, but instead for The Broken God. He prayed for guidance, for the best way he could to save Orin.

His wishes were true, earnest....but he couldn't have known the consequence it would have for his family and for their village....

“ Tragedy occurred during the last-minute ceremony. The favored son made a vow to another god and sacrificed himself for his sister. However, she was also unclean due to her poor bloodline. Because of this, Baal abandoned his followers, and the temple and its people were swallowed up by the earth and now live in the gray wastes of Gehenna.” The passage was a rough translation, of course, but what of Raphael's ancient library wasn't? Enver rolled his eyes and closed the book as his hand rested on the goggles he had upgraded recently, lenses which could detect the presence of ghosts and spirits. Raphael intended to send him into the abandoned ruins of the temple of Bhaal far beneath the city where Enver had lived what seemed like ages ago, in order to hunt for artifacts for his archive.

“This ritual required two pure-blooded children of Baal with a deep connection to each other to fight and shed the blood of their beloved brother. Criteria for failure were shedding diluted blood, tainted blood, blood pledged to someone else, or no blood at all. The winner of the battle must be a true child of Baal, who is then chosen and then declared responsible for arranging the necessary rituals. This was known as the "letting go ritual" or "blood ritual."”

It all sounded rather fanciful to the young man, who had very little time for gods or their demands. Still, the texts made sense for Bhaal, a murderous and selfish deity from what Enver knew of him. He smirked, holding back a chuckle as he wondered how much dangerous Bhaalist spirits might be than the ordinary ones which haunted grave yards and more banal and simple ruins. He supposed he would find out since Raphael had demanded that he spend the night in the ruined temple tonight and record anything useful he found in his search for relics.

Mere hours later, he found himself standing in the ruins of an eerie little town beneath the city, his eyes falling upon a burned out hovel just beyond the gate. Well, in for a copper, in for a gold piece. He crossed the street and stepped over the threshold of the old home. The remnants of a life were still set out, albeit scorched or broken for the most part. Dishes and utensils lay forgotten on the table, ruined paintings in blackened frames stared down at him from the walls. One thing caught his eyes, unburned and set upon the charred counter. A piece of parchment, which he picked up to read. “I admit that I am worried about what will happen tomorrow. But I also know that I have to be brave for my sister Orin. I teach her that it is necessary, and that if death allows her to live longer and perhaps free herself from her father and his oppressive rule, I have a duty to her.

It is my blood that dyes the ground of the arena and feeds the runes that run to the realm of the Father of Gehenna. Tomorrow, I will die so that my sister can live. I face my death without fear and know that this is the right thing to do. I regret that I never got to experience love or true friendship after sneaking out of the temple and learning about the outside world, but... a real sacrifice if I don't die with a little bit of regret. Will it be? Orin, if you read this, please run away if you are chosen. Leave this place and find a place where you can be happy. He doesn't care about you or your interests. Be free and live your life. Love, your big brother, Sentry.”

Frowning, Enver looked up from the letter, lowering the goggles he'd spent so long tinkering with back home, flicking down two sets of rune etched lenses and peering slowly and carefully around the room. A tall, slim figure sat at the table, seemingly writing quickly. He was a pale tiefling with dark, jagged tattoos marking his face. His horns curved upward and he had bright eyes. He was dressed in simple black linen clothing in contrast with his pale silvery white hair. The tiefling looked up and Enver noticed he was beautiful, eerily so. He regarded Enver with a gentle curiosity and then simply walked past him. “Wait!” Enver called out to the spirit, reaching out to him even as he faded with each step. It occurred to him that perhaps calling out to the spirit wasn't particularly helpful. It was likely the ghost didn't understand common, the very rough translations of all the text in this place seemed to be an indication that these people lived so long ago, maybe the language wasn't the same.

Although the spirit had disappeared, Enver could still examine the remaining image, the runes in the goggles would allow it to be stored. The goggles had labeled the image 'Boy Writing'.

Enver frowned and gazed in the direction the spirit had gone, glancing once more around the room and deciding there was nothing of further interest here. He continued on along the same path as the spirit. The corridor seemed unfinished, perhaps even dug out as an afterthought to connect two previously separate places, its walls rough hewn and crude. The floor beneath his feet had given way from stone to dirt and there was a musty dampness to this place that lingered in the air heavily, mingling with the overwhelming sense of malice. The goggles glowed faintly and Enver turned his head, a vague shape almost like a face appearing in the wall, pale, ghostly eyes gazing curiously at him as the eerie laughter of a young girl filled the air and the face faded away and on the floor below where it appeared, a bloodied scrap of paper lay waiting. Enver picked it up carefully and began to read it over.

'Brother, why don't you have time to play with me anymore? We made such beautiful art out of the red, bruised corpses of our family's victims. Dad must have been so proud! I hate being left behind when I promised to keep it a secret when you were away from your room for long periods of time and pretend you were there all the time! Where are you going? Do you have anyone else to play with, brother? Who is it? Why are they more important than me?'

“Hmm...well, that's a Bhaalist family for you, blood and corpses and all that.” Enver's mouth curved into a smile. He was on the right track. Who knew? Maybe something here was valuable enough to buy his way out from under Raphael, or better yet, present before Raphael ever found out he'd discovered it and make a fool out of him. He placed the letter in a leather folio in his pack and continued on.

The crude tunnel led into a small bedroom, the windows were slatted and barred, in one corner was a simple bed roll and across the room lay a shelf of books beside a small desk and a chair before it. Open on the desk lay an old leatherbound journal, the leather dyed in black and red and lovingly stitched together by hand. The paper was old and yellowed, but with hints of darker stains throughout, not quite ink splots, perhaps more blood, this being likely the home of one of Bhaal's chosen children judging by a visage of the deity mounted on the wall above the bed and a rack of weapons, long elegant halberds and axes mostly, by the entrance. There was a heaviness to this room, a feeling like two opposing forces meeting in the still, stale air. He noticed an object glinting on the desk beside the journal, partially hidden in a small hole in the wood. Working it free, he found that he held a silver pendant in the shape of two clasped hands wrapped in red filigree in the shape of ropes. His dark eyes widened in surprise and he raised a brow. A pendant of Ilmater? In the room of a Bhaalspawn? That was not something he had expected. His eyes immediately moved to the journal to see what he could learn about this anomaly. 'Today I visited the Open Hand Temple again. Father Lorgan and Commander Ojeda were happy to see me and thanked me for the donation I brought. I again told them about my concern for my sister and what I could do for her if something were to happen to me. They seemed concerned, so I made the excuse that I wanted to plan and prepare in advance, as a precaution, but they seemed to realize I was too fickle for that. On my way home, I noticed that an emissary had come from the local Banite faction. I had no recollection that it was happening today. The high priest scolded me for not being here when they first arrived and introduced me as Father's chosen one. I turned around to greet my guest, but my face must have betrayed surprise as I saw a handsome young man not that far apart in age from me. He smiled at me and greeted me so charmingly. I felt my heart beating a mile a minute. Father, forgive me. I know our loyalties with the Banites are tenuous, and that in the end we disrespect their lords and they are merely a means to an end, but he was very handsome.'

The room grew cold and looking up from the journal, Enver could see out the windows a scene unfolding as the lenses of his goggles whirred to life. The same pretty tiefling boy, now dressed in the simple clothing of an acolyte of Bhaal, ordinary linen garb in black and red, bowed respectfully to a boy not much older than he was, a human with dark hair and light brown skin with dark, intelligent eyes that seemed to focus only on the tiefling. He was dressed in the clothing of a Banite acolyte, stunning green and black with a flash of gold, but a bit more extravagant, the material a finely dyed wool and small accents of gold and emerald jewelry at his neck and hands. Robed priests, respectively Bhaalist and Banite, stood tense, glaring stiffly at eachother as they seemed to introduce the boys. The first thing Enver noticed, with no small hint of jealousy, was that the young Banite looked very much like he did, albeit wealthy and better cared for, his body burly and pleasantly well fed, his dark hair sleek and blue-black. The only difference was the hint of green to the boy's dark eyes, Enver's own were a deep shade of brown. The next thing he noticed was just how enticing the tiefling looked, the way he smiled and even blushed a little.

“Did you come back to me?” A voice whispered through the room. Enver leapt to his feet and turned with a start, for just a moment face to face with the beautiful tiefling boy, only for the image to fade, replaced by hollow, empty eyes and a tormented and grim expression. The boy hovered just a bit above the floor, his body bound in red ropes and clad in ceremonial Bhaalist armor. Long, clawed limbs beyond counting waved at his back and he regarded Enver with equal parts curiosity and blistering malice. The goggles flashed red, warning Enver to run, their spirit magic was not strong enough to subdue this being, whatever his death and subsequent torture had made him into. Enver dashed from the room, hurriedly stuffing the pendant and diary into his pack as he ran back down the dirt hallway, this malevolent creature pursuing him the entire time at a slow, even pace. The air around the unfortunate soul warped and twisted, growing heavy. Enver was beginning to tire, his legs aching as he forced himself forward, his breathing heavy. He nearly felt those icy fingertips reach for his neck as he dove through the doorway back into the crumbling old kitchen and sprawled, rolling onto his back, prepared to meet the gaze of this thing that would surely end him. But to his surprise, he saw nothing at all behind him and the air returned to its stale, stagnant nature.

Slowly rising to his feet, Enver brushed off the dirt and dust from his simple black linen trousers, finding himself examining the subtle scrolling gold embroidery at the hems and pockets to see that it hadn't snagged. Raphael was the type to punish for any perceived slight, even as simple as returning with damaged clothing. Finding nothing a simple cleaning wouldn't fix, he made his way back out into the main compound, turning his he to peer down the street towards him from the temple. His goggles whirred to life and captured the image of a tall, imposing Dragonborn in black robes making his way towards the temple by the side of a much younger version of the tiefling boy. 'Walking With Big Brother', the image titled itself.

“Well, I suppose I may as well explore the temple, after all any relics or important scrolls are probably stored there...” He frowned and sighed. “Well, any that survived what happened here, at least.” He amended with a shrug as he continued along the path. Eerie chanting seemed to fill the air the closer he got to the temple and Enver found himself wondering if any Bhaalists had survived, if they remained here. Not that it mattered, he was going to find something of value here or die trying. If for no other reason than to double cross Raphael. Imagining the look on that smug bastard's face when Enver sold his findings to a higher bidder, when he could afford to buy that ridiculous House of Hope out from under the Cambion, it would all be worth it.

“Unworthy....” A voice growled from the shadows as another ghostly figure loomed into view. The figure stumbled and staggered. “An unworthy...challenger....” The apparition appeared to have once been a drow with strikingly handsome features and long dark hair. His body was clawed and mangled as though torn apart by a great lizard. The forking scars left by a lightning strike decorated his face, neck, and arms as well, but Enver was sure what had killed him had almost definitely been the chunk of flesh torn from his neck. Enver stepped back, reaching up to turn a dial on the goggles, zeroing in on the spirit. A green light lit up the lenses as they focused, capturing an image of the spirit, causing the drow to gasp in pain and stagger back before righting himself and beginning to advance again, dissipating into the shadows and attempting to flank Enver, but he turned quickly, following the smoky haze until the green light flickered again and the goggles whirred. The drow contorted in agony and again tried to reposition, but Enver caught one more quick image of the spirit and it twisted and writhed before disappearing in a strange violet flame. Stepping over to where the spirit had been, Enver knelt down and picked up a very old scroll, opening it to read what it had to say.

'Today, the blood ritual was a success, and the Chosen King triumphed over his unworthy brother. Father Baal has been appeased for another cycle, and tonight we feast in honor of our victorious champion. Tomorrow he will begin to guide and teach the next Chosen One, preparing him for his role in future rituals. It has been a long time since we have had two Chosen Ones with such pure, undiluted bloodlines.'

“Hmm, well, looks like you were the unworthy one, my friend.” Enver chuckled a bit, regarding the empty space the spirit had once occupied. “You shouldn't be throwing stones from a glass house as the saying goes.” He rolled the scroll back up and placed it in his pack, continuing on towards the temple, doing his best to ignore the chilling, child-like laughter that rang through the air above the chanting as he continued along his way.

[rimeiii]

Matching WHB kings, nobles, angels, and humans to songs in my playlist

All of them are like. Video game music, unfortunately. And mostly based on vibes. So...

(More below the cut because it's a lot)

(And it would mean the world to me if you checked out these songs because they're all bangers tbf-)

Gehenna

Satan: Operation Basepoint by Life Awaits, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #12, menu theme)

Sitri: Tea Break by the Atlus Sound Team, from the Persona Q Shadows of the Labyrinth OST (cutscene theme)

Leraye: The "Bad Guy" is Here! by Adam Gubman, from the Arknights OST (Ceobe's Fungimist, Dreadful Foe theme)

Zagan: Operation Spectrum Battle Theme by Cybermiso, DOT96, and Tigerlily, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #5 permanent map theme)

Paimon: Light the Fire Up in the Night 'MAYONAKA' by Lotus Juice and Shihoko Hirata, from the Persona Q Shadows of the Labyrinth OST (Persona 4 side regular battle theme)

Belial: Heaven by Shihoko Hirata, from the Persona 4 OST (Heaven dungeon theme)

Astaroth: Rhythm in Literature by Adam Gubman, from the Arknights OST (Integrated Strategies 2: Phantom and the Crimson Solitaire, The Playwright's boss theme)

Tartaros

Mammon: Operation Blade by Obadiah Brown-Beach and Xueran Chen, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #2, menu theme)

Bimet: Princess Amagi by the Atlus Sound Team, from the Persona 4 Arena OST (Yukiko Amagi's theme)

Eligos: Active Angel by Daisuke Ishiwatari, from the BlazBlue OST (Platinum the Trinity's theme)

Valefor: Wecgas fore tham Cynge, Searu fore tham Ethle by LJGH, from the Arknights OST (Episode 11, Steam Knight's boss theme)

Hades

Leviathan: Абсолю́тный нуль температу́ры by Bao.Uner, from the Arknights OST (Episode 6, FrostNova's boss theme in H6-4)

Foras: Keter Battle 1-3 by Project Moon, from the Library of Ruina OST (Keter floor battle themes)

Glasyalabolas: Unseen Entities by Raito, from the Under Night In Birth OST (Merkava's theme)

Barbatos: Ready? by D.D.D., from the Arknights OST (one of the menu themes of Heart of Surging Flame)

Avisos

Beelzebub: The Mushroom...Moves? by Adam Gubman, from the Arknights OST (Ceobe's Fungimist, menu and regular navigation theme)

Bael: Bullet Dance by Daisuke Ishiwatari, from the BlazBlue OST (Noel Vermillion's theme)

Stolas: Operation Pyrite by Jason Walsh and Alan Day, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #1 menu theme)

Amon: Splash by PMP Music, from the Arknights OST (one of Ideal City's battle themes)

Naberius: Signore dei Lupi/wlfmstr by Adam Gubman and Shawn W. Smith, from the Arknights OST (IL Siracusano, Zaaro's boss theme)

Paradise Lost

Lucifer: Mortal Eye by Adam Gubman, BONZIE, and Christine Hals, from the Arknights OST (Typhon's character song)

Marbas: Conciliation by Kikuo, from the BlazBlue OST (Es's theme)

Morax: The Cure by Obadiah Brown-Beach and Denney, from the Arknights OST (Silence the Paradigmatic's character song)

Buer: Canto IV Boss Theme 1 by Studio EIM, from the Limbus Company OST (Effloresced E.G.O. Dongbaek boss theme)

Abaddon

Phenix: Lust SIN by Daisuke Ishiwatari, from the BlazBlue OST (Jin Kisaragi's theme)

Dantalian: Tumult - Raise Thy Sword in Pride by Yuzo Koshiro, from the Etrian Odyssey III The Drowned City OST (labyrinth boss theme)

Ronove: Torture + A Gifted Tormentor by Hironao Nagayama, from the Dragalia Lost OST (Legend Agito boss theme)

Niflheim

Andrealphus: Gazing from Great Heights by Obadiah Brown-Beach, from the Arknights OST (Children of Ursus menu theme)

Gusion: Aleph-0 by LeaF (featured in Phigros and Chunithm)

Bathin: Ad astra by Steven Grove, from the Arknights OST (Lone Trail menu theme)

Angels

Gabriel: Fear of God by Shoji Meguro, from the Shin Megami Tensei Strange Journey OST (regular encounter theme)

Michael: Judgment Day by Hironao Nagayama, from the Dragalia Lost OST (Rise of the Sinister Dominion boss theme)

Raphael: The Fifth Primarch by Tsutomu Narita, from the Granblue Fantasy OST (What Makes the Sky Blue, Sandalphon's boss theme)

Humans

Minhyeok: Morning Dew by Adam Gubman and Nini Guerry, from the Arknights OST (Muelsyse character theme)

Solomon: case i by Lucrezia, from the Dragalia Lost OST (Chapter 14 insert song)

MC: Battleplan Pyrolysis by Monster Siren Records, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #1 Battleplan Pyrolysis menu theme, event literally came out today kekw)