@winters-club

@winters-club

Me and who?

Favorite pieces from the new Toxic Vision collection.

His words didn't fail to cause an echo in her mind. If his father didn't consider neither him or Sakuya his child; then who? Although she didn't press only slotted the information away when more parts of the new puzzle would fall into place.

“If I drank, I would take one to both of our actual father figures. He taught you well.” her tone warm yet serious, heart aching for both siblings “And to the fact that they probably would've kicked the shit out of the biological ones.”

Cindy was only slightly surprised that Sakuya was...acquainted with her.

“Your sister really likes danger, doesn't she” the cosmic fire chuckled lowly at the Cherry blossom demon's taste; but hey she definitely had no room to judge

“Erebus, do I look like I'm interested in politics?” well now she was

“Let alone the politics of a pocket dimension destined to be torn apart from the inside or by the ‘righteous ’ Heaven, not knowing or not giving a fuck by doing that, it would disrupt the balance. Which I'm a little sensitive to.”

“And if he's not an idiot, she better be.” once again deep in thought before something clicked

“Hellborns and Heavenborns have no soul. As they spawn inside the pocket dimensions connected yet separated from Earth. The higher ones have some sort of essence but that's it. Sinners, as they call those ending up here however, have a soul. I can see yours clearly- yes I can see, tear out and consume souls, good nightmare fuel I know.” Cindy waved with a slight chuckle, she probably haven't told that part

“But to the point. This woman, despite being a demon looks quite human, save from a few features. And I can confirm that she doesn't fall into Hellborn nor Sinner category. Parts of her soul are...missing. Not a clean cut or a ghost of its vibrancy either when some sort of contract is performed, no. Like it's been torn apart, torn into; some wounds are fresh the others older so whatever the actual fuck is going on, it has been going on for a while. And considering her pride, I doubt she willingly agreed to something like this.”

phoenixborn​:

She knew how to work with and around height, even when it came such drastic difference. Once balance was lost, there wasn’t enough time to fight off the opponent and gravity. She made no other move after Erebus was successfully maneuvered to the floor, only glancing down with a faint grin.

A lazy cartwheel turned into a headstand pose her face lingering above his; a subtle flex of agility, balance with a hint of gymnastics talent.

“I was.”

This time was no denying the ever growing smirk, she stood effortlessly from the handstand.

“Not your fault my father instead of playing dressup with me carried me to a prison deep in the Soviet Union and allowed a convicted felon to teach me. Said convicted felon turned out to be more of a father figure aside from making me realize that all the fancy instructors only taught the basics.” Cindy shrugged lightly despite the heavy topic, retrieving her bottle of water and placing it on top of the tallest training dummy

“Watch.” she tossed over her shoulder

The woman was a blur, like gravity didn’t apply to her as she scaled the easily two feet taller object, each spin with more force harnessed from momentum, the final kick sending the bottle slamming to the wall across the room. A quick high kick after she landed from such height; natural to redirect the remaining energy.

“His name was Yuri Boyka.” Cindy smiled fondly as if the previous display didn’t occur a few seconds ago. “I haven’t seen an another fighter-” she cut herself off with furrowed brows at the realization

“Actually I have. When I was checking out the local clubs, arenas. That woman, resembling to a dragon. Built like a tank but faster than a snake in oil. I think she’s the one people call her ‘General’, but I highly doubt Hell offers martial arts training that level otherwise Heaven would’ve shat their robes long time ago.”

“Show off.” He muttered good-naturedly, a smirk of his own tugging at his lips as he sat up. 

His brows rose slightly as he slowly got to his feet, enraptured by her story. “I know our situations ain’t exactly the same, but my old man wanted nuthin’ to do with me or Sakuya. As far as he was concerned he only had one kid.” His and Sakuya’s older half-brother and a grade-A asshole. “The only father figure I ever got was an old street performer who taught me how to play guitar in the first place.”

He watched her impromptu demonstration, fascinated by how fast and effortlessly she moved. “…Think I know who you’re talkin’ about. Pretty sure Sakuya actually bet on her once. But ain’t she Lucifer’s big-shot General or somethin’?” He didn’t know too much about the woman, but those who spoke of her did so with either fear, awe, or disdain lacing their tones. Erebus on the other hand, was perfectly content with hopefully never crossing paths with the monster of a General.

my writing partner: hey i kinda ship our muses!

me, an angst writer: haha are you sure about that?

Friendly reminder that all 4 of the Véghvárys are viciously sharp witted; each in their own distinct style due to their experiences