Selfish. Eyes Shut Tight At The Realization, The Demon Already Showed More Than Enough Courtesy By Properly

Selfish. Eyes shut tight at the realization, the demon already showed more than enough courtesy by properly treating the injury and not even bolting out of the room after she revealed her blood was probably radioactive. Cindy rarely - better said never - felt even the flicker of need to apologize for anything, yet...

Carefully shifting to her good side, she snatched the other pillow to curl around, her hold reflexively tightening with every occasioal boisterous laugh reaching the room.

“You...don't have to do this. If you don't want to.” she said carefully as he returned and seemed to be even prepared to go through the selfish request

“I'm not gonna die on you, if that's what you worried about. I've had worse. Much worse” she tried to reassure, a tiny, tired smile “I'm just-” she cut herself off before ‘exhausted’ could tumble out of her mouth. She can't be. Millions relied on her, million fates depended on her. She had no right to be exhausted. “Just had a shit day”

phoenixborn​:

“I don’t give a fuck about Hell’s outdated feudal system nor Heaven’s fucking cult. I’m not like that.” the entity announced, allowing crimson hair to pool on the pillow

“In the era I’m from they said everyone is equal yet they preached water while drinking wine.” probably not much of her words made any sense, fragments of different lives thrown around as replies. In her haze she hasn’t even felt the necessary pain of his work. When was the last time she had proper sleep again?

Jade eyes stared carefully, but made no inquire; she wouldn’t enjoy to recount the story behind the tattoo covered scarred skin of her right side either. His question forced her tired brain to begin a throughout thought process, after all he still did a great work despite the quite alarming information.

“I think-” too raspy, lets try that again “I think it depends on a number of factors and fluctuates instead staying on one consistent level.”

“I’m in a pocket dimension, away from my main sources of power. I’m unable to morph and to summon enough energy to get myself out of Hell. My wound despite the result of a simple knife didn’t heal on its own. I’m actually dizzy from blood loss too, meaning my healing factor currently is under a frog’s ass.” where she was going with this? Ah yes.

“You will be fine. Maybe minor nausea, dizziness and possible fever. No lost body parts. Or anything permanent. Otherwise I wouldn’t have let you do this” Cindy concluded, feeling her body getting heavier with each second passing.

Well he was done… That meant being alone in an unfamiliar environment, in an establishment full of…drunk demons. Fire sparked in her eyes at the realization, she could get up to bolt, barricade the door with the risk of opening the stitches. Would that faux protection be even useful to worth the effort?

“Can you…” why was everything so difficult “Would you…”

“stay?”

Striker had only intended to be helping with a wound, considering she had looked pretty active and awake a few moments ago, he imagined that the loss of blood(radioactive or not) did take a toll on anyone as he had an experience with on several occasions. He listened intently to her while she spoke, about her health and the prospects of him and whatever reactions he might be going through in a while, though he imagined the iodine would help him with most of it he hoped.

The last part was what had him worried, not many people wanted him to stay by their side, and the times he was asked, it was at the bedside of someone dying, so he had a moment of hesitation before he continued to clean up after himself, the blood as he spoke.

“Sure, ah can stay here and keep watch over ya, would be a lousy host if ah just left ya to be alone after… “he motioned to the now stitched-up wound.” That happenin’, and ya bein’ in an unfamiliar place. Just gotta clean this up and get a new shirt, then ah will be here by your side.”

Taking the shirt and everything bloody to be thrown away, he’d return after cleaning his hands and putting on a new shirt so he’d look at least appropriate while staying there. “Ya want anythin’ to eat, maybe now or later after ya get some rest?”

He had pulled up a chair to be right beside her, even getting a book to read, preparing himself for a long night ahead to make sure she felt safe and secure.

What type of villain are you?

Pure Evil

You are unapologetically evil, you are likely just here for the drama and the theater of it all. You are selfish and cruel because you want to be, not because you had no other choice, but because you revel in the opportunity to do what is wrong. That's not to say you will commit every unspeakable act, perhaps you have standards and your own moral code, but by no means are you the good guy in your own mind. Those who have wronged you, no matter how trivial or petty the slight against you, will be treated without mercy and you will be cackling the entire time without a hint of remorse. You enjoy the most painful and twisted approach to getting your revenge. Above all else, you like to cause problems on purpose.

(Well, Spirit of VENGEANCE, but I definitely wouldn't call her pure evil; the General is actually worse than her. But it is accurate to some degree, she's envious, wrathful and incapable of forgetting/forgiving. She's an extremely volatile entity with many traumas pushing her into what part of her is now; there's a reason why her fire is more unholy than hellfire itself. But not all of it is lost, after all, the phoenix is reborn every day.)

@erthlyheavn

My love to you is beyond the stars

Sometimes I realize that this whole Véghváry fuckery spanning 4 main, 4 sideblogs ONLY happened because this Villainfucker

had the hots for Striker the moment he started talking. And her alternative universes accidentally became separate characters eventually forming the disaster of a bloodline.

Thanks Cindy and your voice kink among the many other questionable ones.

What's Peculiar About Your Soul?

Your soul is... Ancient

The death of someone such as yourself is an event rarely seen... It is a great honor to harbor such an elegantly aged soul. So much twisted wisdom contained within that pulsing, coiling mass... So many revelations, loves, losses, broken promises, rekindled hopes. You are cherished, of course... For you are a magnificently rare specimen. But the horrors you have seen live as long as you yourself, harrowing and unearthly. You are blessed. You are vexed.

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