Abandoned Operating Room

Abandoned operating Room

@infernal-feminae

Soar,

𝓢 𝓽 𝓪 𝓻 𝓬 𝓱 𝓲 𝓵 𝓭

The others faded to background noise, not like she was deaf to others' talent; but indeed as she had sang: her attention was only directed towards special ones.

Genuine smile at words, especially upon realization that the praise came from a member of the audience she'd sought out.

“Thank you, means a lot you enjoyed” a slide of her chin towards a few higher ranked ladies still trying and failing to clean the wine stains out of their ornate dresses; likely jolted at her unexpected intro

“I had to make sure nobody thinks I'm some kind of angel.” Cindy offered part of the explanation, shining wings still on display, yet her own radiance seemed to come from within

“They...act as an amplifier so I don't need a microphone. But no alterations otherwise, what you hear is all me.” the entity was slightly defensive of her born gift, didn't want any rumors catching flight that it was also a cosmic trick

“I'm Cindy, and again I'm happy that you enjoyed the little concert.” a pause, her smile softening even more “And your shoes are absolutely adorable! Although, definitely not as beautiful as you. ”

@phoenixborn: 🎭 👀

Send 🎭 for our muses to meet at a masquerade party

While Dia herself hadn't found the courage to go up and do anything with the open mic she had enjoyed watching the others have fun. One performance that stood out was Cindy, the succubus had been quite intrigued to see what would come after her opener. Sadly there were others, who in her mind were way less interesting, that also wanted to perform, so Cindy had to give up the mic.

But at least that did leave the woman open to be approached "A shame you had to give up that mic, you were rocking the whole ball"

@qveenofgluttony

Shit, receiving mail was a bit tricky when she basically lived deep inside the woods of Italy when not chasing evil on every continent. Or taking a detour and saving an Archangel with her essence.

When in doubt stab someone- no, that's her ancestor's line. The clothing issue...nothing that couldn't be solved with a touch of cosmic fuckery- speaking of Cosmos...

Cindy immediately hopped down the familiar and probably illegal portal, fashionably late. Yet something was definitely missing from her costume, ah yes, a touch of sparkle. Enormous golden phoenix wings broke free from her back -of course in the middle of the crowd, she wouldn't be Cindy Flame if she just did the trick before entering-, her clothes and accessories began to radiate from her otherworldly power, every star slowly lighting up, finishing with her crown.

Wings dismissed in a dense cloud of stardust, she determined she could contain the amount of energy locked inside her clothes. And if she happened to miscalculate...No. That would never happen.

What type of villain are you?

Pure Evil

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The truth.

The Martyr

What say you to the god that abandoned you with bloody knees and broken promises? Do you cry, beg on scraped knees, or do you run towards fractured memories, hoping to find the last remnants of something that was never meant to last? No. I don’t think you do either of those things. Instead, you take all your wrath, all that divine anger from your god, and you inflict it on those beneath you. You refuse to fall on your blade no longer, refuse to plead for forgiveness, and you know that you no longer need their salvation. Gone are the days of bowing down to false prophets. They do not deserve your tears, your longing or your pain. You know what has to be done. So blacken your lungs with holy ash and burn them all down. This is not a place of honour; you don’t need your integrity here. Let your righteous flames billow and bulge, drinking in the last light of day, and watch the smoke choke out those that refused to believe. Watch as your flames consume you, caressing broiling skin as it takes another whispered sacrifice from charred lips.

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.

Radiant Dawn