She looked down at the strange child, her brows furrowing with concern and mild confusion at his rather casual and carefree nature. It appeared to be a child, but perhaps there was something more the Demoness had yet to pick up.
She crouched down, meeting the small one at eye level. Her body was warm, the scent of white tea and cotton rose able to reach the others nose with her closeness…
“But that doesn’t account for you being here alone before my arrival precious one..” Carefully, the female reached her hands out to gently touch the painted child’s cheeks. Checking them for warmth, fullness, and texture to see if this child was being fed or at the very least cared for.
’Another one…’ This was the fourth one the relic had come across who knew little to nothing about where they came from. What happened for them to become so removed from their roots? Crimson eyes would narrow in the others direction. Observing the younger’s demeanor, apperance, and watching the opposing expression closely as Cumber spoke.
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“Hmph…Saiyans are not complicated. Acts of the flesh are our instinct. Fighting, devouring our fill to the bone itself, and allowing our desires to impart onto others as you have… we are aligned by no morals other than the ones we decide are worth our effort.”
As for the latter.. he was no stranger to the matter Kakarot spoke of. Sins of the flesh, even in his own time they seemed simpler to abide by. His history of what would be called ‘one night stands’ was colorful to say the least.
“…I’ve done more than witness others in the thralls of conquest and copulations. Allowing flesh and impulse to be your guide is freeing. Sharing it with another.. it can be a transcendent experience.”
17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice about them? 35. What is the smallest morally questionable choice they have made? 45. What is something unimportant/frivolous that they hate passionately?
N'doul gives Jotaro 1 tug on the chain just because he can.
" Happy Tit Sunday. "
The tug on a chain, that damned smirk… this man was far more dangerous than he had any right to be.
Not even accounting for the fact that this serpent had already slithered himself so close to Jotaro in the first place… or the fact that the jacket itself wouldn’t close over his massive chest. Joke or not..
“..You’ve got a lotta nerve to be pulling that so casually. Sunday or not.”
If there isn’t any passion, there isn’t any damn reason why he should linger around. Hiding away from him, leaving nothing than useless frivolities acting as a pacifying agent only breeds contempt.
“Speak. What is it that you need right now?”
Lest she delay in getting this oaf whatever it was to preserve the planet even a moment longer.
How could someone so divine and filled with nothing other than complete and utter perfection become angry at anything at all.
“Who do you think you are, to speak down to me in such a manner.”
As he looked right at them, staring right at them and sighing softly, such nerve indeed for them to speak down to him.
Him of all people!
Someone so kind and gentle, someone who once stood here as nothing, with little to no power, was he born noble and with wealth and power, hardly.
Did he have magic, blessings, the perks and benefits that beings often can be blessed within this world and given freely, hardly – he got nothing at all from anyone, he had worked, harder than anyone else, he had devoted himself, to being better than everyone else.
He had worked harder than anyone else, he had worked better than all others, when he became part of the cult, they where a joke, they where weak, they where nothing more than fools who did nothing to change the world nor to make it any better than it was, he had changed all of that, he had ran through the cult and climbed his way to the top.
To make it what it is today here and now.
“What on earth are you doing.”
He said as he would slant his head, as the lady would perform some form of magic, do as she wished, try as she might, all of it will fail in time, he cannot be fought, he cannot be beaten, he cannot be harmed, he cannot be killed, he was truly the most powerful being within the world and he did nothing at all to stop them, not a single thing at all as he remained where he was and allowed them to perform, whatever this was leading towards.
“Hm.”
As he would step closer, the same eyes, the same voice, the same height, and even the same clothing, but the scent was wrong, that was something that she could not create, no one can, a blessing from the witch pandora, to himself to become her loyal, devoted and loving servant, to serve her and her alone as he would just stare forward.
“Excuse me!” What was this, some kind of sick and twisted joke, who was she to defy his perfect body, with such a worthless little image of himself and to dare say he would be a wife to them, he did the marrying to others, not the other way around.
“A violation against my rights!”
Oh? His inspection came up short did it… ah yes, she had not considered scent being a factor. But someone who lived in such a deluded illusion of reality and privilege would find the slightest room for error… that could be fixed easily enough.
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With the same toned muscles used to cast snide and condescending looks upon the ‘waste of the world beneath him’; the demoness mimicked everything perfectly.. as if she had dipped into the essence of the very entity known as Regulus Corneas and risen in his image.
“Who am I? What a ridiculous question. You know me as well as you know the immaculate thoughts that compose themselves behind such an exquisite pair of eyes. The world should be so lucky to be looked upon by them!”
How? It was his.
“Oh, MY. A violation of my rights! That won’t do at all, will it? Someone will have to do something to avenge my bruised and battered rights.. won’t they?~” The dark chuckle that slithered towards the pillar of greed and revolting abundance was enough to turn the blood of most hardened men cold. The calm serene voice that had made this 'wisp’ of a woman had every ounce of power and command as Regulus’s own.
She stole it. Isn’t that what a witch does?
The bound shadow between them had already woven together.. he wouldn’t be able to move out of tune with the doppelganger. As Regulus watched a gloved hand be raised before him, those same bejeweled hues gaze upon him hungrily he possessed mirrored by this being.. only to notice, as a continued violation…
His hand rose too. Pulled by a force unknown to him.
“Let’s make you a wife worthy of I, Regulus Corneas. In all my benevolence and generosity.”
Perfection comes in many forms indeed, but he was the very purest of it all, there was no one like him, there was no one within the entire world that came anywhere near close to being like him.
“Your name is hardly an issue right now.”
Not when he would be calling her a number, or the mere title that all others are given when they come into the fold, when he finds them and takes them with him, she will be called wife, the same as countless others within the world that he has found.
That he has improved.
Or so he would like to think he has made things, all the more better for them all, by allowing them to turn there lives around, there fate and destiny to be changed once and for all and for them to become, something more, to become part of something all the more perfect in each and every single way.
“It does not matter what you have said nor how powerful you think yourself to be, the world is mine and all within it, are mine to do with as I wish, I cannot be wrong, I cannot be mistaken, I am always right and I know what I feel for you.”
As he moved for the moment to be right before her, standing there, golden eyes looking down at her for the time being as he reached out and would take her cupped hands, into his own, one under her small closed hands and then the other over them to cup them together and hold them perfectly within his loving embrace.
“What is this, what on earth are you talking about, there is nothing left to talk about and nothing left to even amuse and entertain as well, I want you, it starts and ends right there.”
Was he getting angry now? Oh the poor dear with his ego as fragile as an over-ripe peach. Even a mere breath upon his skin would likely be enough to leave a bruise…
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“Goodness… perfection is not as well composed as you claim it to be~”
She chuckled, looking Regulus right in the eyes as she did so. What an utter child of a man. Maybe Sotarra would give him another chance after he grew out of needing his milk warmed by the underappreciated help. Such entitlement.. of course the title of archbishop suited him. They were all like this in some way. No matter what domain, what purpose what god they served… the demoness had yet to see even a single herald among them who was free of petulance.
“Yes well, perception is reality and all. Your truth is just as valid as mine. If my name is of no worth to you, then neither is yours. So why don’t I think of a suitable name for you…”
The woman hummed as she allowed the other to remain holding her hand. Regulus reminded her of a fairy tale prince, or, the obsession to become one. With both his hands cupping one of her own, he would feel her hand relax into his. Her remaining free hand moved to idly trace along the faint indents along the back of the Archbishops’s hand.. seeming to delight in the few traces along it that confirmed, he was in fact, just a man. Like any other. With flaws, and driven mad with a power they were never meant to possess.
“While I do that, perhaps I can offer you something.. Hmm.. now what would you want that I would be willing to give?”
Greedy men such as he… she wondered how he would take an advance such as that? Sotarra smirked, giggling for a moment as she met the other’s eyes yet again. A harmless experiment, but one that would be humorous nonetheless… The only indication she had used her power was the merging of the shadows both creatures had cast upon the ground. The next time Regulus blinked, the demoness that he had deemed so lovely as to become his latest acquisition had changed her form completely into something… utterly familiar.
Voice. Scent. Height. Stature. The cadence of words. Every detail mimicked his highness’ own.. as he felt his hands be lovingly embraced just as tightly by the other who now greeted him with a sly and eager expression.
Training Arc Taisho Era Secret: In the AU where Kanae survives and continues to be a Hashira; she would be responsible for Reflex and Recovery Training. The purpose of her station is to teach corp members how to stabilize themselves if they are injured through recovery breathing and improve defensive & evasion techniques.
She would strike pressure points to simulate injuries and disable limbs. Then attack to get members to block or evade her strikes under those conditions. Using pressure points also works as a focal point to practice mending injuries, so it would be extremely convenient to practice both of these at once.
Her eyes gleamed over her target. Curiosity harped upon the Demonsess's soul as if to torment her regarding this strange man known as Regulus. ✧༺ꔫ༻∞ ∞༺ꔫ༻✧ "What is the purpose of having so many wives? Surely you cannot satisfy all of them."
Herald of Greed. Saint of Obsession. Pillar of Famine. She knew him only by the rejection of their last encounter. Her breath slithered hot along the shell of an ear behind the human. The siren-like vocals of an inhuman presence played heavily on her words; the scent of rain and lotus brushed beneath Regulus's nose as if to entice him into answering her questions...
"Why possess so much if you are destined to lose it due to negligence?" A lone hand. Caressing a shoulder slowly as if to measure the stature of this one. "Unless.. your need is met purely in possessing them.. Hmph. There was a count long ago who followed in your footsteps, oh insatiable one. I pray your stamina is as plentiful as your chalice is parched."
What a delightful little turn of events, the saying that good things happen to good people was indeed once more proven to be nothing other than the simple truth of the world as once again he had been rewarded for his devotion, faith and efforts within the world, as he would look upon the glory which was before him.
“I am the most satisfying existence there ever was and ever will be my lady.”
He would remain where he was for the moment, he allowed certain games to play out, with her words and antics, to allow her to move around him, slithering through the air, drowning him within her scent and making her fall into the most wonderful of thing to get close to him, but in truth it was hardly even needed at all, there was none would the world who could ever do anything at all to him, to so much as lay a solid finger upon his perfect form.
“You speak for others and what you have seen, but don’t speak for me, and the glory of the kingdom that I have created, perfect in every single little way, just like the king who rules over it.”
A lone hand attempts, it fails, he cannot be touched unless he wishes and allows it as her hand touches a thin layer of air around him, like a barrier that was always there and rests there, mere inches away from the target on the white fabric of his jacket.
“I am limitless, perfection, a king like no other, you speak of such things of knowing all and yet I fear you know so little about me and my land.” He would reach out and take her hand quicker than she would be able to pull back from him and hold it gently, allowing touch to happen, but merely upon his own wishes and wants, upon his own terms and nothing more.
“Seeing is believing little one, I told you once before, how much I love you and how perfect we are together, if you would allow yourself to see my lands, my people and all that I have, I know you will submit to me.” As his eyes lingered down to her chest, but not within the manner she would expect, oh how he could see it, hear it and almost taste it, that fluttering heart within her chest. “Already it cries out to me, you cannot deny it, you are interested?”
Most satisfying? Had he never had a fresh apple fritter and black tea on a rainy morning? This claim of his was biased at best.
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“To make such claims when you do not even know my name. It’s hardly impressionable.”
It appeared that the domain this Herald commanded was far stronger than the Demoness had anticipated. Blue eyes narrowed in suspicion as she was suddenly within his clutches; the situation switching within the blink of an eye… he was not human- what was he then?
“It flutters because my life still resides within this vessel. My heart has no room at the moment for your advances. But my curiosity leads me to places I’d likely caution others away from.”
Sotarra’s radiant eyes glanced down at their coupled hands. Her skin felt soft and pampered, surely it was tended to daily with the highest of cosmetics… cracking this one was going to be a game for the ages.
“If you would quell your appetite for a moment, and perhaps indulge me in a casual affair.. then we might get somewhere.”
