#starters : ba'al.

[blackorbs]

OPEN STARTER : Nas ruas de Arcanum.

a noite fria era uma companheira agradável, especialmente quando tantos... detalhes, o faziam se lembrar de seu lar. a aparição de lúcifer trouxe consigo anomalias que, em dias de estresse, eram inconvenientes irritantes mas, nos dias bons, lhe davam certa nostalgia. há quanto tempo não pisava no inferno? havia parado de contar, entretanto, muito ponderava o que é que significava tudo aquilo. apocalipse? nah. provavelmente teria sido convocado se fosse o caso, e nenhum dos príncipes havia se manifestado até então.

ba'al nunca havia visto um trabalho que não quisesse executar, razão pela qual era membro do conselho, e por isso, apesar da natureza demoníaca, nutria gosto pela ordem, mesmo durante o caos. a cidade não deveria sair de controle, não enquanto tudo ainda era novo e existiam mais perguntas que respostas. e, por falar em perguntas, viu-se intrigado diante do mundano que cruzou seu caminho. os passos pareciam hesitantes, tortos... como se estivesse possuído, mas não conseguia detectar nenhum de seus colegas, não havia fumaça. foi somente quando o mortal começou a falar em uma língua que nunca havia escutado, que entendeu do que se tratava.

apressando o passo, o segurou assim que o corpo começou a tremer, e a boca se abriu, sem emitir mais nenhum som, olhando fixamente para o céu, de onde conseguia ver a luz vermelha dos supostos portais para o inferno. e então, o humano amoleceu e desmaiou, mas antes sussurrou: "as catacumbas..." intrigado, o segurou como quem carregava um saco de batatas, passando o corpo pelo ombro, enquanto caminhava, reflexivo. e pela segunda vez cruzou o caminho de outra criatura. antes que houvesse um questionamento ou acusação, já adiantou a resposta. "estou o levando para o hospital, quer me fazer companhia?" deixou um sorriso convidativo estampado nos lábios. "ah e, pretendo ir às catacumbas. estendo o convite, mais uma vez."

[trancylovecraft]

Hi!! Idk if you're taking requests but if you are... 👉👈 Hear me out.

Yan! Lucifer and/or Lewin (Blue Exorcist, naturally) headcanons/drabble (whatever you'd like!!) with a s/o who actually?? Loves them back?? Maybe it's Stockholm syndrome, maybe they're just as bad as them... whatever the case S/O doesn't want to leave (even when being "rescued" by others)

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LUCIFER

Lucifer, King of Light, Commander of the Illuminati and the strongest of the Ba'al. Also a Delusional, Possessive, Protective and Manipulative yandere.

Okay, So as a starter lets say that you, A member of The True Cross and teaching assistant at the cram school have been captured by the Illuminati due to Lucifer's growing obsession with you. He's been watching you for months, Only now he has decided to finally take you.

You've been kept in a cell within the Dominus Liminus for months now, Siphoned away from everyone you knew back home and isolated from everyone here. The only people you talk to being a select few, As well as the man himself, Lucifer.

Lucifer loves you, He truly does. And that is such a strange feeling for a being like him, The strongest demon after his father. You're beautiful, Despite how wretched he finds normal humans to be, He also finds you to be an exception.

That's why he needs to keep you locked up. You're pure, Perfect. You're his. He can't let you get dirtied by the likes of other human beings, No, You need to stay by his side where he can keep you safe.

You're meant to be his, You were made for him. Why else would he feel this way for you? You're soulmates, No matter how cliche that sounds that is what he believes to the core.

And you? You're terrified of him, After all he is The King of Light. He's strong, Powerful. He's the decider between whether you live or you die, You're sure any other of your allies would've sobbed at their current situation. But you're not like them.

The difference between you and your other allies?

You love demons.

They're your passion, Your fire. They are the reason you get up in the morning. Everything about them is something you chase after every waking moment. From a coal tar to a seraphim. Oh, How you adore them.

So you're terrified of him, Of Lucifer. But you would be lying if you couldn't say you were drawn to him all the same. His blonde hair, His feline eyes, His slender yet fluffy tail. He exuded an aura you had never felt before. He was poison in the silver vine you craved.

Especially once he declared himself to be your husband, A jitter in your heart at the words. Thumping and grinning wildly once he turned his back. You felt horrid for your own feelings betraying the order, But hell, If you weren't absolutely overjoyed that your new subject of interest liked you just as much as you liked him.

So, Even though you were terrified you had no problem in obeying the rules he set for you. Every time he visited you, You would be too terrified to speak yet crave to say something to him. Every time he'd make you sleep in the same hospital bed as him, Your muscles would be too tense to let you relax.

Lucifer took this as you still being unused to your new surroundings, That you're still just a bit unsettled. Don't worry! He knows you love him (even if that knowledge comes from his delusion, its still true). You just need a bit more affection, So you can become adjusted to him as your husband.

And while this was somewhat true. You still wanted so desperately to just say something to him, Express your interest and genuine desire to know more about him. To love him? That you did, More potently than any other demon before. How fascinating he was, How angelic.

Which was why when one day when you were in your cell, You heard the door open. You got excited, Your heart starting to nervously/excitedly beat in hopes that it was Lucifer coming to visit you once more!

But.. It wasn't him?

Instead it was a woman of shorter stature, A shy yet somehow determined face. Decorated in Illuminati uniform so you figured she was just a new guard on the roster allowed to deliver your next meal.

But she grasps onto your hands, Hurriedly informs you that she's a spy from The True Cross here to get you out. Your eyes widen as you hear this, She doesn't give you any chance to respond as she begins to drag you along, Saying you don't have much time.

You're dragged along by the woman, Conflicted as you make your way through the halls. And she was right, There was barely anyone there..

Shit, You didn't think you'd be rescued this soon or at all! And you feel a bit bad that you didn't want to be rescued either, Why would you want to leave when there was such an interesting demon here that you'd want to study?

The woman stops however, As soon as you enter the next room over you're met with an entire legion there, Already surrounding you.

The woman gasps, Turning to run with you in hand but the exit is quickly blocked.

Lucifer emerges from the crowd in full regalia, Even though he had his mask on you could almost feel the confused yet heartbroken expression on his face as he asks you where you were going with that woman.

You again are hit with that same fear as he asks you again, But you are unable to speak. The woman speaks for you instead, Even though she is also terrified she tells him angrily that his views were wrong, That kidnapping and keeping some poor person was detestable.

Lucifer gets irked by this, Anyone trying to challenge his delusion instantly strikes a cord in him. The woman looks over to you, Eyes begging for you to back her up.

You're still terrified, But you can't stay silent no longer as you speak your mind and announce that this woman dragged you from your cell with the intention of kidnapping you. You spoke of how afraid you were for your life, Practically lying off your tongue.

Lucifer asks her if this is true, Which the woman has no words for as she stares at you in horror.

Her eyes barely have time to widen as the room suddenly flashes, A bright light enveloping the entire room.

The woman falls to the floor dead as Lucifer approaches you, Apologising for what you must have gone through with that woman, He practically steps over the body as some of the guard comes along to drag the scorched body away.

Your fear is still very much there as he cups your cheek with his gloved hand, But you breathe, Trying to calm yourself as you rest your own hand over his and ask him when your marriage was.

Lucifer afterwards would definetly take this as you finally adjusting into your life here, Finally accepting him as your husband (not like you had any objections before).

Giving into him and actually liking him back would make his delusional behaviour so much worse. Like if you thought him thinking you were literally made for him before was bad, You've got another thing coming.

You'll have much more freedom than before, Like you'll be able to walk around wherever you want when you want (only if Homare accompanies you, However). You'll be able to access all the entertainment and leisure available on The Dominus Liminus, Anything unavailable will swiftly be made accessible for you and you only.

Lucifer himself would definetly be more relaxed when it comes to his possessive tendencies, Mostly because he knows he has you. Not like he had any doubt before, But with your reinforcement of your adoration from him, He doesn't feel much worry over it anymore.

Expect a lot more gifts from this man. Clothes, Jewellery, Stuff he think you'd like. Whatever item you may mention in passing to him or Homare, Expect it to be delivered to you by tomorrow morning at the latest.

Lucifer also becomes much more public in his displays of affection. I imagine him to be giving some important speech while holding your hand the entire time. Kisses with him are rather chaste in public, However in private that's a different story..

You sleep in his bed now, No debate. He will not rest until you're laying beside him under the covers, Him holding you close with his tail squeezing your thigh like a ball and chain.

Lucifer loves it when you praise him, He's weak for it. Honestly you could give him a few words of love and he'd be ready to do almost anything for you.

All and all, I'd say its a pretty good deal!

LEWIN

Lewin Light! Arc Knight from the Vatican and a Possessive and Obsessive yandere!

Alright so lets say that you were kidnapped by him, Previously having a relationship that he insists on keeping up now that you're unable to leave his apartment. You're unable to leave cause of the demons he keeps stationed around, That and the fact that he had to sever your Achilles tendons to keep you from running.

You hated him at first, Loathed every time he came back with a rather cheesy "Honey, I'm home!" before sauntering over to the bed you laid in, Roughly grasping you by the cheeks and kissing you on the lips.

You hated him, You really did. You hated his lazy smile, His messy mop of black hair, His passion when he ranted off to you about demons but..

You still loved him, You actually did. Even though he had clipped your wings and kept you inside, Blocked off all sources of communication except from him and severed your tendons.. You still somehow viewed him as your boyfriend.

The one that would buy you fast-food for your late night dates, The one that would joke around with you when you felt bored. You wanted to hate him but you couldn't bring yourself to, He was your boyfriend, You really did love him even though he did all this to you.

It felt like your mind was at war with one and other. One part of you hated his guts and the other part would spill your own for him if needed. It was frustrating and incredibly confusing. You really didn't know what to do.

One day however when Lewin left to go to work as usual, Leaving you alone in the house was when something different happened.

Let's say that he had given you crutches of sorts so you can get around, So you don't need to stay bedridden all the time. Of course it won't help you much because if you try to escape it's going to be one hell of a pain to do so-

But anyways- Let's say you were up, Managing to manoeuvre around all the mess in his apartment to get to his kitchen. You were hungry. Tired of staying dormant on the bed just waiting for Lewin to get home.

But you're startled once you hear someone banging at the door- Not knocking- Banging. Whoever it was their fists were pounding against the wood, Calling out your name.

Your eyes widen. You recognise the voice as an old friend from the Vatican. Why could they be here? At Lewin's apartment? Calling out your name.

The sylphs that were stationed in his apartment to keep watch of you begin to get agitated, Especially once you drop what you're doing and begin to hobble to the door in your crutches. They chitter out some incomprehensible dialogue, Though you knew it was most certainly

You open the door, Lewin not bothering to lock it as he knows the sylphs are guard enough. And as soon as you do you're enveloped in the biggest hug of your life, Squeezing you tight and near knocking you off of your crutches.

They tell you how glad they are to find you alive, That they knew Lewin was up to something all along as they see your ankles desecrated and the crutches supporting your weight.

They tell you how they knew something was off when Lewin said you were injured on a mission, Especially when he said you wanted some time to recover, Alone.

I mean you didn't even text them. They always had a suspicion about Lewin even before this all happened, And to find you like this?

You're absolutely floored with their quick ramblings, Despite being overjoyed to see them once more you have no words to say.

Especially once they try to usher you out of here believing that you are being held captive (..Which you are, But that isn't the point)

You try to tell them that you're okay, That everything is fine but they don't listen. They think you're just trying to keep them safe as they try to tug you out of the apartment.

It is only then when you're halfway out the door does another arm sling around your shoulder.

"Sorry I'm back already, Babe! Left somethin' here.. Didn't know you had any visitors comin' over today, Darlin'?"

It was Lewin, Whose arm. It was obvious he didn't leave something here, Instead the sylphs had been rather quick to tell him about the intruder.

Your friend stops in their tracks, Looking wide eyed at Lewin, Half in fear- The other in anger.

Lewin lays his head on your shoulder in a sort of romantic gesture. The hand squeezing your shoulder tightens, As if it was a warning to stay quiet and go along with it.

Especially once you get a glimpse of his eyes under his hair. An angry, Irritated gleam that gave away the fakeness of his smile.

Your friend tells Lewin that they were just here to meet up with you, To catch up since you havent talked in a while.

Lewin smiles and friendly yet firmly states that you need to rest, Your injuries still haven't healed after all.

Your friend glances towards you, Begging you to say something or give some kind of sign to say that he's taken you captive.

Glancing between the two, You knew you had to make a choice.

You swallowed down your fear, Your mind made up.

You chose then and there that you still love him, That no matter what- He is still your partner. You love him, No matter how much you hate what he did to you.

You tell your friend that everything is fine, That you still need time to rest. You give them the most genuine look you can muster, Trying to convince them everything is fine.

Your friend still doesn't look satisfied, However Lewin pipes up.

He tells your friend that they should go now, They shouldn't be taking time off work hours to go visit friends. He pats them a little too harshly on the shoulder before shooing them off.

After that?

Lewin definetly trusts you more than he ever has, Especially since the sylphs told him that you meant it even before he showed up. He feels his heart squeeze at that.

As soon as your friend left, Lewin definetly made it a point to "show his appreciation." If you get what I mean.

Expect Lewin to be much more lenient. Maybe you can take walks out on your own with the sylphs, Maybe you can order food and maybe- Just maybe- You might get your phone back.

Maybe if you really prove your trustworthiness, He may let your friends visit. Only when he's there though, Of course.

Once your ankles heal then he'd let you return to the vatican as an exorcist. Though expect all your missions to be paired up with him and him alone. He can't let you get hurt now!

Everything goes back to normal, Before he severed your ankles. The only thing changed being that you're now well aware of his obsessive behaviour, Now accepting it with him, Perhaps even feeding into it.

Perhaps you're the kind that likes to make him jealous. If so, Lewin will play along though I warn you not to go to far- Lewin might just do the same.

Expect to wash the blood off him, Lewin seeing this as a romantic scenario. (The only time he will willingly bathe.)

All in all- Lewin loves you, Maybe a little too much- But still loves you all the same.

[monnstrous]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @blackorbs ft. BA'AL! they said : stay for dinner ? i made too much, i think.

ele a ensinou como andar em uma bicicleta - claro, depois dela muito insistir , e perturbar . o patriarca dos fortunado piamente se recusava , e ela não tinha ninguém além dos dois ; maldita mãe que se explodiu para o inferno. era sempre assim , ela continuava a ser petulante até que eventualmente o pai pensasse que apenas fazer o que ela queria seria menos laborioso . não era assim que ela queria que as coisas fossem , e não era este o problema ? ela sonhava com uma vida normal, quando nenhum dos dois era exatamente o modelo de humanidade perfeita. ela - até menos que o mais velho. althea continuava a o encher, e falhava em ver as pequenas e grandes coisas que ele fazia por si , talvez porque não existia cerca branca. ― ❛ quer dizer que não me convidaria se não tivesse feito muito ? ❜ sempre levando as palavras para o lado errado, sempre lendo entrelinhas que não estavam ali. ― ❛ ouch, velhote. ❜ ela tocou a mão ao peito acima do coração , e fingiu estar muito ofendida. ― ❛ mas tudo bem, não é como se você fosse grande fã de jantares em família. ❜ mas lembrava de um tempo, onde eram eles no anexo a mansão , comendo no silêncio mais feliz da vida dela. ― ❛ o que você fez ? ❜ ela inquiriu , sentando-se a mesa.

[mcrningstarx]

closed starter for @xdinanx location: hakan's christmas rave note: blood on the chest leather pants ass bitch

Lucifer was actually pretty bored now. This party was full of the usual debauchery that came with a bunch of supernatural creatures all in one room. There were several demons around as well so he could only assume they were the ones initiating every sordid deed. Asmodeus was probably somewhere bent over a table. Mammon was probably grabbing a few items from unsuspecting individuals. Sathanas maybe starting a fight somewhere or getting someone else to do so. Abaddon was probably feasting on something. It could've been a person or an item. Lucifer was never truly positive if he could guess it correctly. Then there was Beelzebub. Ba'al was maybe...well, actually he was never sure what that one was up to, but he trusted that it was something useful. The point was that Lucifer had merely been talking about himself to anyone that would listen while they gawked at his beauty. It was all so exhausting. He wanted a little something more entertaining now that he had gotten his ego boosted for the night. Sure, he would get back to it later, but he would take a break for now. A finger lifted and he pointed to several different people.

"Not you." He pointed to a demon. "Definitely not you." He pointed towards a vampire. "Eh, not good enough." That was to the boring elf that had absolutely nothing interesting about them. Then he looked again and his gaze fell to another elf that had blood on his chest that was clearly not his own. Oh, this one would do perfectly for the night. Lucifer didn't bother to move. He simply focused his attention on the elf. There wasn't much distance between them which made this work much better. Lust was a sin he didn't particularly need to amp up in regards to how others viewed him so he didn't need to bother, but he still pointed his finger in the elf's direction. "You are a lovely little creature, my little elf," he muttered under his breath as he eyed the blood again. Yes, this one would do perfectly.

[radicalrascals]

The Repenting Sinner

Original Character | FC: John Simm | formerly on spellsandpixiedust

Threads | Headcanons | Aesthetics | Open Starters

NAME: Liam Talbot

AGE: in his 40s

SPECIES: human mage

PROFESSION: mage-for-hire | formerly: petty criminal

Short Bio

Liam is a self-taught magic user, who discovered his abilities when he was thirteen years old. In want for a proper mentor, Liam turned to books and soon to summoning demons, losing his soul to Hell only a year into practising magic. He ran away from home at seventeen and eventually became addicted to using blood magic. On a constant hunt for the next big magic kick he indulged in terrible rites over the years, although once he understood the dimensions of the collateral damage he'd caused, Liam went cold turkey in his mid-thirties and vowed to become a better person.

Liam has since found a way to repent in the form of offering his service as some sort of mage for hire. He’ll work as a private investigator, bodyguard or counsellor and offers his help to those in need, even if it means he has to face the (sometimes literal) demons of his past.

Relationships

Tisha Whileaway > [Tag]

Ingvar > [Tag]

Ben Hernandez > [Tag]

Playlist

Wrong by Depeche Mode from Sounds of the Universe (2009)

Begging You by The Stone Roses from Second Coming (1994)

Never Had No One Ever by The Smiths from The Queen Is Dead (1986)

Dancing With Myself by Generation X from Kiss Me Deadly (1981)

Kinda I Want To by Nine Inch Nails from Pretty Hate Machine (1989)

Detailed Profile

FULL NAME: William Donovan Talbot

KNOWN AS: Liam Talbot, Totentänzer

NICKNAMES: Liam, Billy

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SPECIES: human mage

RESIDENCE: London, UK | happy to travel anywhere

PROFESSION: mage for hire | formerly: petty criminal

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AGE: in his 40s

DATE OF BIRTH: July 7

PLACE OF BIRTH: Manchester, UK

NATIONALITY: British (of German decent)

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PARENTS: Johanna Luisa Talbot & unknown father

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FACE CLAIM: John Simm

HEIGHT: 5ft 7 (1.75m)

NOTABLE FEATURES: various scarred over cuts on his arms from practising blood magic, the sigil of the demon Ba'al Berith on his left shoulder - both things he''s deeply ashamed of and attempts to hide under his clothes

STYLE: Usually Liam prefers to dress in comfortable clothing, such as (often oversized) hooded sweatshirts and jeans. He has a tendency to steal other people's clothing, especially from a significant other or hook-up. He only ever buys his bandshirts, but those are prized possessions. Liam won’t admit it, but he needs glasses for reading, so he can be spotted with his brainy specs every once in a while.

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LANGUAGES: English (native), German (fluent) , Latin (fluent)

SPEECH MANNERISM: His Manc accent gets thicker the more irate, tired or drunk he becomes. Can't string a sentence together without using at least one cuss word. Speaks fluent sarcasm. Uses "mate" and "luv" as neutral terms to address someone.

STRENGTHS: gifted musician, extremely talented mage, experienced burglar

WEAKNESSES: can only work magic through his voice, hot-headed and erratic trouble-magnet, overly emotional, "you can't leave me if I leave first" level abandonment issues, hides his insecurities behind a big mouth, attention span of a squirrel on crack

INTERESTS: music (playing guitar & attending concerts), fucking around with magic

VICES: smokes and drinks on a regular basis, can't function without coffee, enjoys being a provocative little shit without even trying, incredibly petty and vengeful

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NSFW

Liam is romantically and sexually attracted to men, looking for a partner who is about as much of an arsehole as he is, often opting for a lot worse. He dates men who are around his age or older, and who can meet eye-to-eye with his brattiness. He's anything but submissive and he needs a partner who is equally dominant, revelling in a constant power shift.

Bonus points for muses with the following face claims: David Tennant, Philip Glenister, David Morrissey, Liam Cunningham

[reincarneth-moved]

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Send “🏁��� and I will write a headcanon, profile, drabble, sample interaction, rp starter, ect. for a new character/OC I’m interested in roleplaying!

Jezebel, also known as the Whore of Babylon, is the daughter (possibly Demigod, haven’t decided on if she’s half human or not yet) of Ba'al. After disguising herself among humans and marrying a wealthy Israelite king, she fell out of favor with him after pushing his worship onto her country - resulting in the death of her husband, Ahab, and her human form.

This has given her a fear of heights, as she was very violently shoved out of a window, and dogs, as she was eaten alive after falling.

She is a beautiful looking woman, often riding in a carriage carried by seven servants who all are also beautiful women all of which are horned (which amounts to 10 horns when counted).

[compatiissante]

“ no , i won’t do what i’m told . that’d involve listening to what people tell me ” / ba'al

♡  -  @WOLFPUPY   TWEETS   AS   STARTER   PROMPTS  .

      “….i mean, that’s a mood, but— i get yelled at or hit for it. you don’t get yelled at or hit for it, do you?”  this is the quietest she’s ever been, but at least she’s just leaning against him with her question.

[luxdecaelo]

“The fun doesn’t have to end.” / ba'al to raf

morning after starters | accepting

“you’re absolutely right. roll over, baby, it’s my turn to take control.”

[deathfound-a]

❛ Corn on the cob but instead of the corn bone it’s a hot dog. ❜ from ba'al

JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting

@dusttcdusk

          The reaper stares silently at him for a moment, trying to wrap her head around what the actual fuck she had just heard.  “That is the most disturbing thing I have ever heard.”  Only a demon could come up with that kind of abomination.  “You’re not making that in my kitchen.”

[agameofsouls]

“Oh, come on. Don’t worry about him, we’re just friends.” ba'al to deo

jealous lovers starters

“ just friends. alright, is he the kind of friend that joins the company in the finance department, or the kind of friend you’ll be doing karaoke with later once you’ve had a few bellinis? i just wanna know if i wasted time learning that choreography or not. ”

[blackorbs]

SUPER STARTER CALL.

Aqui estão algumas regrinhas antes de escolher seus campeões:

1. Se você tem muitos personagens, pode escolher para até três dos seus, se for com personagens diferentes meus.

2. Se a gente já tinha um jogo e você quer droppar ou não se importa em ter um em flashback e um atual, pode escolher também, embora eu vá dar preferência aos atuais.

3. Se quiser que seja o meu personagem falando, pode colocar (reverse) na frente da frase.

Escolha um prompt daqui, aqui, aqui, aqui, aqui, aqui, aqui ou aqui.

Em seguida escolha:

Ba + sua frase + seu personagem, para um starter com o Ba'al (2/4)

Me + sua frase + seu personagem, para um starter com a Melpomene (4/4)

Ri + sua frase + seu personagem, para um starter com o River (2/4)

Mi + sua frase + seu personagem, para um starter com a Midoriya (3/4)

Br + sua frase + seu personagem, para um starter com a Brandish (3/4)

Ca + sua frase + seu personagem, para um starter com o Caliban (4/4)

[blackorbs]

STARTER FECHADO ━━ ( @dvrkbody ) na presença de BAAL.

Mesmo que não fosse por escolha própria, ter como seu anjo da guarda um demônio implicava em maneiras diferentes de proteção e, para a infelicidade de Beatrice, Ba'al era o tipo de criatura que gostava de instigar aqueles que notava serem mais reativos diante das respostas vagas ou lacunas propositalmente colocadas em suas frases. Afinal, por que ele contaria a ela que sua alma possuía qualidades interessantes demais para permitir que se perdesse de maneiras levianas? Havia sim uma camada de interesse em ter "sob sua tutela" alguém como ela, mas Beatrice de fato era alguém de quem gostava da companhia e Baal lhe tinha como uma das criaturas que havia o cativado ao longo dos séculos.

Mas, novamente, isso não queria dizer que deixaria de ser propositalmente irritante, ainda era um demônio. Com o machado firme nas mãos e a discrição contida na alta velocidade dos passos, aproximou-se da moça em poucos segundos. “Here’s Johnny!” Exclamou a frase mais famosa do personagem de sua fantasia (Inclusive, The Shining poderia ser considerado um de seus filmes favoritos) e aguardou pela reação explosiva que sabia que viria a qualquer momento, porque a conhecia.

[monnstrous]

CLOSED STARTER - @blackorbs

eu te amei completamente, e você me amou da mesma forma - o resto é confete , alguém com certeza já tinha dito. mas althea não conhecia amor incondicional , amor completo , amor que faz todo o resto parecer trivial. aos nove, ela desmembrou seu primeiro corpo , cravando seus dentes na jugular antes de o matar , apenas para sentir a pele rasgar , o sangue escorrer por seus dentes até a própria garganta e ganhou elogios por isso. enquanto o pai adotivo lhe encheu de presentes pela façanha , seu pai biológico torceu o nariz para a teatralidade de tudo. pensava que com o passar do tempo, ela iria amadurecer, talvez ganhar seu lugar nas encruzilhadas , mas ela tinha outros objetivos. agir como ' fixer ' do império fortunato não era ruim, se divertia com o caos e ainda ganhava aprovação ; o que mais almejava. mas tudo mudou radicalmente aos dezesseis, quando ba'al decidiu que tinha trabalho a fazer e a filha podia se virar.

em toda justiça, ele tinha lhe ensinado muito e ela era sim, mais que capaz, de viver bem por si mesma. mas com o tempo, o vazio foi crescendo, os corpos acumulando, o patriarca fortunato ficando mais infeliz com seu descontrole até perder interesse em si. não seria errado dizer, que arcanum tinha a puxado para dentro de suas barreiras mágicas pois no fundo era ainda a criança que queria validação para suas loucuras, aquela - que sentia falta de seu pai, desde que ele partiu anos atrás.

mas devia imaginar, que um demônio não lhe receberia com um abraço caloroso e palavras de afirmação . sequer tinha sua atenção - e por isso, em sua mente, era completamente justificado que a conseguisse das piores formas possíveis. talvez por isso, tenha se metido em uma briga de bar , que a levou a deixar um traço de destruição para trás , ligando para o mais velho como se não pudesse cuidar da bagunça ela mesma, mas ali estava - entre os cadáveres, jogando algo no celular, sentada na única cadeira que tinha sobrevivido a cena , parecendo entediada. ― ❛ caso não possa ver, estamos fechados. possivelmente para sempre, right , jack ? ❜  gritou a última parte para a cabeça decepada no balcão, sem tirar os olhos da pequena tela, quando pode sentir outra presença consigo. ― ❛ ha ! happy fucking halloween , bitch ! ❜  comemorou, ao zerar o jogo.

[blackorbs]

STARTER FECHADO ━━ foi dito: sorry i couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue ( @thedevilspa ) na presença de BA'AL.

Talvez, mesmo que nunca tivesse pisado no céu, Deus tivesse poder para alcança-lo em terra. Afinal, só ele poderia ser o responsável por aquele teste de paciência. Parado em frente ao feérico, com inúmeros papéis importantes em mãos após ter sido invocado novamente, Ba’al estava tentando explicar a razão pela qual precisava que elu se apressasse pois estava no meio de uma negociação importante no banco, que foi quando recebeu a confussão alheia. Respirando fundo, os olhos se tornaram tempestuosos como nuvens no tempo fechado, com uma pequena pigmentação alaranjada que lembrava o fogo infernal. Contudo, o sorriso nos lábios era forçadamente cortês. “Pretende fazer um pacto comigo hoje, Saffron? Ou estava só se sentindo sozinho? Já passou pela sua cabeça que podemos ter uma conversa ótima sem que você fique me invocando no meu horário de trabalho?”

[blackorbs]

STARTER FECHADO ━━ foi dito: don’t we deserve to be happy? ( @dvrkbody ) na presença de BA'AL.

Ba’al definitivamente não estava feliz. Ser representante dos demônios vinha se mostrando uma missão difícil pois precisava equilibrar os pactos com a função de espionar os demais de sua espécie, incluindo a realeza geniosa a quem deveria seguir. E, como se não bastasse, precisava mostrar cautela em apoiar a Lúcifer, que achava estar sendo injustamente acusado. Claro, era uma criatura maldosa, mas sempre frisaria a qualquer um que quisesse escutar como toda e qualquer criatura daquela cidade era capaz de maldades inimagináveis, fosse ou não oriunda do inferno. Portanto, ao escutar a lamúria de Baphomet, apenas suspirou, resignado e sem o sorriso de sempre, tão cruamente exposto o cansaço na voz. “Merecer e conseguir são coisas bem diferentes, infelizmente.” Caso contrário não se encontraria na posição de alguém que precisava espionar seus amigos, seu mentor, sua filha e seus pupilos, não é? Melissa inclusa, por mais amargo que fosse reconhecer isso. “Até meus marcados estão inquietos, se perguntando se o pacto vai realmente os proteger de serem desmembrados.” Revirou os olhos, já cansado desse assunto. “E, claro, os dedos apontados para os demônios são os primeiros. Como se feéricos e vampiros não fossem tão ruins quanto ou piores, por exemplo.”

[blackorbs]

STARTER FECHADO ━━ ( @dvrkbody ) na presença de BA'AL na oficina de maldições e amuletos.

era como uma praça de alimentação. com tantas criaturas mágicas ou com almas perfeitamente humanas, as possibilidades colocavam um sorriso satisfeito nos traços demoníacos. não que o objetivo fosse se fortalecer ou fechar pactos, na verdade, uma parte sua gostava de analisar jovens talentos, afinal, não era errado observar quem era mais forte e quem era mais fraco, muito menos que pessoa estava voltando para casa com amuleto x ou y. era evidente, especialmente entre os humanos, a urgência em amuletos de proteção. imaginava se tratar da presença de lúcifer, ainda ecoando pela cidade mesmo após semanas desde sua chegada. independente disso, agora que tinha avistado lucelia não muito distante, seu foco havia mudado. alguém com tanto conhecimento certamente estava fazendo algo poderoso. "o que está aprontando, luce?" questionou, os olhos curiosos. "consigo sentir a energia do outro lado da oficina." completou, fazendo um gesto leviano para a direção onde estava, agora, uma pequena bruxa confeccionando o que imaginava ser uma pegadinha para seus amigos, uma maldição que transformava alguém, temporariamente, em sapo. gostava dessas, lhe arrancavam risadas sinceras. "já hostilizou alguém hoje? sabemos que paciência não é o seu forte."