#stilio

[fashionablyenigmatic]

Balancing Act Pt. 2

The demons found Stilio's contracts amusing; the idea that his soul was already claimed in the depths of hell, yet here he was, making deals again, struck them as hilariously audacious. The Deal Maker was well-known among demons, and many steered clear of entering contracts with him. It was a rare occurrence in hell for a soul born on Earth to outshine demonkind in deal-making skills. Stilio's reputation preceded him, having cleverly dismantled legions of reputations through astute stipulations and loopholes in contracts, even confounding some higher-ranking demons. Those who did engage in deals with him plummeted from great heights of power, ultimately consumed by The Deal Maker.

Returning to hell was not a novelty for Stilio; it wasn't his first time, and it certainly wouldn't be his last. Fortunately, the saying "As Above, So Below" held true, and there was a sucker born every minute. Although he primarily struck deals with low-ranking imps, it proved sufficient. A mere few dozen contracts provided him with enough power to resurrect himself once more.

In a secluded alcove along the banks of a boiling river, Stilio initiated the ritual and uttered the incantation: "Surgo, ut ambulem terram denuo." His soul ignited in hell, consumed by flames, only to reform within his decaying corpse buried underground on the mortal coil. It might terrify a lesser soul to realize that re-entering one's body meant an irreversible binding, a truth discovered the hard way by many inexperienced necromancers.

Trapped in the inexorable grip of nature, those inexperienced necromancers would be gradually consumed, their minds driven mad by the immobilizing incapacity. Yet, Stilio, familiar with this ordeal, commenced chanting the spell for his escape: "Mortem Expello et Vitam Abstraho Circum Me." With the utterance, the bugs and worms that had chosen his corpse as both shelter and sustenance perished instantly. Although, at that moment, Stilio couldn't hear, see, or feel, he sensed the successful siphoning of their energy.

Persisting in his chant, Stilio extended his grasp over the surrounding life, starting with everything near his coffin—small creatures, bugs, and even a passing mole. The roots of nearby plants felt the drain too. As the life force flowed into him, his body began the slow process of reforming, undoing the damage inflicted by death's grip. However, as a cruel penalty, a horrid burning sensation surged through him. Nerves, reawakening, screamed for the sweet release that was once again being denied.

That night, standing in the cemetery where Stilio's body rested, one would witness a captivating yet chilling spectacle. The grass encircling his grave lost its color, transforming into an ashen grey. Nearby, a tree suffered a similar fate, withering and dying. Anything living within the tree perished, falling out as desiccated husks.

Gradually, the bone-dry ground ripped open, creating a dust cloud, as a pale yet beautiful man ascended, floating out of the hole in the ground. His blood-red eyes opened, shielded by a hand against the full moon's overly bright luminescence. Stilio had returned.

[tox-talks]

E4 Stilio

Meme: [X] Character List: [X] Accepting: No Your Character: Yes

[ask-the-raichu]

M!A: Gilden and Marina swap blood colors for a day!

Marina is dancing with Stilio when this anon takes effect, trading her sparkly fins for psionic eyes that, in place of normal dual-toned glow, instead sparkle in violet and green, honoring her sparkly anon.

Gilden is in the galley working on some dinner when his anon hits, and he ends up choking on some of his food, oops.

[violeteyedkiller]

Fortunes and Assets..

Stan and Alphonse enjoyed an unusually tranquil evening, which afforded them the opportunity to drink in the buff. Alphonse pored over an old photo album, and they reminisced about the early days of their relationship. Chuckling, Stan remarked, "You really gave that beard your all, didn't you?"

Al replied, "I did. I thought I looked quite rugged, but that curled mustache just wasn't cutting it. It didn't help that my staff at the time were all yes-men, and, of course, you weren't any help either. You liked the way the fuzz felt when we kissed." He turned the page and continued, "Oh, damn, here's one with Stilio," tossing it across the room, where it burst into flames.

Stan grumbled, "I don't know how you ever fell for someone like him."

Al defended, "Really? I've gone over this countless times. He was a good person for a while..."

Stan interrupted, "Oh, I know all that, Al. What I meant to say was that the man had no ass."

Al snorted with laughter. "It's true! It's flat as a pancake! I guess that's what you get when you deal with infernal magics," he said, giggling and giving his husband's behind a pleasant squeeze. "This, however, is a grade-A behind." He took a sip of his drink and began to ponder. "It does make me wonder who inherited what. I know it might be a taboo topic, but this is more of a laissez-faire inquiry. Karnus probably has the best behind in our family, and that might be due to the fact that he runs a gym."

Stan rolled his eyes. "The triplets all share in my fortune, that's for sure," he grinned.

Al pretended to be offended. "Are you discounting my role in all this? Need I remind you how pleasantly plump my posterior is?" He said, getting off the bed and striking a very attractive pose.

Stan practically growled. "Oh, no need, Mr. Monroe. I am well aware... but I wouldn't complain about a demonstration. However, when it comes to our kids' inheritance, I think they get it from me," Stan reasoned.

"Ah, but you're forgetting about Cadmus..." he said, getting back into bed and climbing on top of Stan. "And as we've established, he certainly didn't receive his genes from Stilio. His looks came from mwah."

Stan chuckled and buried his face into Al's neck, planting hot and pleasant kisses. "True... the triplets might have doubled up on their assets."

The rest of the evening was filled with romantic and passionate lovemaking, with little need for words.

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@fashionablyenigmatic

[ourpendelleuchte]

Die Licht im Raum Stilio 3 Linie ist eine längliche Pendelleuchte, die aus drei elliptischen Glas-Elementen besteht. Die Pendelleuchte hat eine Länge von 96 cm.                            

[kingdom-of-the-damned]

Devin Chandler, King of Hell Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3|

(CW: Character Death, Mentions of body horror, blood)

In the aftermath of Caelum's betrayal, Devin found himself in a precarious situation, the loss of his wings left him vulnerable, and he found he now had an anger that had not been there that morning. His own brother, who was supposed to protect him. There as he lay slowly bleeding out from his back, he swore his revenge against the man that wronged him and gone too far.

He was found and healed by his royal Captain Barbatos, but the kindness did nothing to quell the rage and contempt he felt toward his own blood. Even looking in the mirror and seeing the reflection of himself was too much, so he reinvented himself, striving to look as different from his brother as possible. Thus began their feud.

But as he grew into his hatred and rage, a light, shining at the end of what seemed like a terrible hallway. Michaelis stumbled into his life, and suddenly, his feud with his brother no longer mattered, nothing mattered, except how much he would move heaven and earth to give Michaelis whatever he wanted.

Michaelis quickly became general, and surely like a moth to a flame, The threat of Devin's own advisors began to loom, and he was being forced into a loveless marriage, both of them were. They both knew how they felt, but Devin let the moment slip by them and they were torn from each other.

Michaelis was sent away before the two could make their feeling known, and Devin was a husk of himself. He'd lost the only thing that kept him sane, the only thing that had held him together

His months of torturing himself turned into a marriage he didn't want, that turned into several affairs and one night stands, that turned into Children he didn't even know if he wanted. In the midst of everything else, a madness was settling into his bones, and as each of his children lost their mothers, so too did he continue to lose his grip on reality. He scattered his children to the wind, leaving them in the care of whoever would take them. And he closed off his castle so that he wouldn't hurt anyone. Then the beast took hold, everything that Devin was deep down had been brought to the surface, he became a mindless beast, mutated to unrecognizable degrees.

His only Solace was Michaelis, The thought that maybe he would come back made him remain, rooted to the same spot in his castle for years.

Then people came poking, his children, grown now in their own right. Wished to see the place they'd come from. Unfortunately, Devin was waiting, his twisted mind confusing them to be intruders and his oldest son identical to his own father Diablo. Devin went mad in rage and took Stilio from them. Held him captive for 4 years, before Finally he himself was laid to rest.

His sons had gone to Lucifer, his nephew, with him he brought Michaelis. along with a few new friends. Finally Devin was at peace and as his breathes stuttered and hitched, he felt a wetness on his cheek and his head in the lap of his beloved General.

"Please Love, Do not waste your tears. I have loved you in this life and I will love you eternally in the next, take care of my boys, they need you." His last words to the man he would have married in a heartbeat, as his vision faded to black his body went limp.

[burnxbleed]

"Something on your mind? Let me take it."

Characters:

{Stilio Mordere}

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[tremare3]

Marilena Di Stilio

[mariuskalander]

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[fashionablyenigmatic]

"alt!"

Emerging from hell, his soul echoed with demonic laughter and memories of past contracts. The searing pain of jagged rocks on his ethereal form reminded him of the body he'd left behind. Whether buried or burned, he knew it would reform on the surface. He had struck a bargain with low-level demons, skillfully navigating hell's depths and enduring its torments to resurface. This wasn't his first time; he'd done it several times before, always proving the demons wrong. The intense pain was bearable to him, a soul accustomed to hell's fires. He persisted until the scorching heat ceased, encountering the cold damp earth and transitioning back to his decaying body.

With the incantation "Mortem Expello et Vitam Abstraho Circum Me," he expelled living pests from his corpse and began reanimating his form. The ground around him withered as he absorbed life force, gradually restoring his body. Though speech eluded him at first, he mouthed the incantation repeatedly, expanding the zone of death and feeding on the life around him. Finally, with renewed strength, he shattered his coffin, emerging from the earth. He hovered above his grave, hungry for life, ready to hunt. The abandoned cemetery, devoid of blessings, marked the beginning of his search for the next living being.

Stilio Mordere was back.

[tox-talks]

[ask-the-raichu]

Hey Gilden, do you feel like Marina is giving you enough attention? She's always chasing after Castor and Stilio, does she make enough time for you? How do you feel about her focusing her attention on her crushes? Do you think maybe the two of you rushed into a quad?

ii'd love it if our business wasn't spread on main actuallyy

nno i dont feel like i get enough of her time anymoree sshe tries but im an old toy she can always come back too wwhile the shiny new toy has her current attentionn ii know she'll even out eventually and i'm trying to be patientt bbut god it's hard to doo ii wish she'd sleep alone again so i could slip into her bedd ii wish she'd ask me more often to fill itt ii wishh wwelll ii could just pine forever couldn't ii ii know i'm a constant for her she's said as muchh aand it's not like she ignores me we hang outt eevery day actually outside of workk ssometimes not for very longg aand sometimes it's not very romanticc bbut she makes time to see mee ii don't care that she has other crushess ii just wish she'd manage her quality time betterr nnot everything has to be about castorr aas for "rushing into a quadd" nno we didn't rushh wwe've been together for sweeps noww wwe're still courting wwe haven't officially committed yett wwe weren't ready for people to know yett bbecause we weren't ready to call it dating between each otherr wwe're still feeling things outt aand it feels like the rug's been swept from under us noww

[violeteyedkiller]

Thanks for shooting me at my FUCKING LECTURE I'm back and wildly upset so in consequence I'm cursing you with Cat magnet curse. Cats will hone in on your location. You fuck.

Stan couldn't help but hold back a bit of a snicker. It was amusing to see the other as frustrated and frantic as he appeared. Sure. He'll take the curse. It didn't bring any regrets. When given the chance to go after any of his lover's ex's, especially if it's Stilio, he'll take the chance.

"You're welcome. And thank you. I know Karnus will enjoy the steady stream of snacks."

(@fashionablyenigmatic)

[lunchboxbox]

i dont think i posted her here but!! this is rheese, shes a tat artist!!

[tremare3]

Marilena Di Stilio

[cecils-dragons]

Also a doodle from earlier of Stilio, Luci, and Persici. I love these three, Stilio’s outfit is still a work in progress.