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ah shit, here we go again
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As he sat beside them, the Visitor crossed their legs, one leg laid over the other toward the man beside them. Finally they blinked, long and dark lashes closing over those brilliant eyes like a curtain as though another act in a play was ushered in.
They reached out, laid their hand upon Cain's shoulder, and despite the touch being gentle and their hand somewhat small on the man, the weight of the gesture would speak volumes that Cain and his sharp intellect would decipher with ease.
The Almighty.
Almighty Sinnoh, almighty Arceus-
The echoes of the past now rang hollow within their mind.
It was meaningless now, wasn't it?
"You've gone through so much, haven't you? Even for a soul as ancient as yours." They spoke such words with heaviness threaded throughout, their weight pulling the hidden implications further into the unspoken pit.
Experience. The one thing that irrevocably shaped every soul.
The Visitor's craving to mark this man in whatever way, to own him, claim him, remained strong but covered by a veneer of nonchalance, only betrayed by the way that the tips of their fingers ever so slightly dug into Cain's shoulder, as though in an attempt to claw.
They could just enter his flesh. Feel his warmth, now, his presence, the intimacy of a dying body on them, but... despite the excitement at the idea of exploring him, they preferred to keep him intact.
The pressure of the pseudoclaws in the human's shoulder lessened.
"Humanity's nature remains beautiful and variable across realities, I understand now... they must be allowed to thrive and make mistakes, so long as they don't threaten the entirety of creation - what good god would not allow their created machinery to function the way that works most natural for them?"
There's a pause there, passing two calm breaths, before another word is picked up.
"Seeing this world makes me grieve my own. I won't bore you with the details, rest assured, but ... seeing the way that He oppresses mankind here makes me want to taint them." They smile as their predatory, golden gaze finds Cain's red one once more.
"It makes me wonder what it might be like to taint you."
Left up to whatever interpretation of that phrase the man might comne up with on his own.
Was he a marionette? It's such a dreadful word, insulting even, but it balanced so handily right on his nose. From the very beginning, Cain had always been a puppet. Even with the world in his hands, he could look down and recognize the ridges of somebody else's palm.
The foreign presence inside of his mind, wrapping around his very soul... seemed to stop short. It could have invaded by force. It could have burst in, could have taken everything it wanted, and yet... Restraint.
Respect, in such a strange way, that none with this level of power had ever afforded him in thousands upon thousands of years. He'd berate himself later for gobbling up these crumbs like a starving fool, but for now, was it such a bad thing if his stomach felt just a little less empty?
Although the slightest taste only made his cravings all the more intense.
And so he let himself sit down, in this unfamiliar scene of... comfort, almost. Another thing he'd never much been afforded.
"I scared him off." In the most succinct of summaries, that's what it came down to. Abel, as Kazuya, sounded so, so afraid when he asked if he could really win. The terror in his little brother's eyes still stuck in his mind, back when they spoke of the plan. The night he turned himself into the angels' puppet.
"I scared him right into the enemy's arms."
He shut his eyes, then, as a shameful scene at the Hills Building unfolded before him once again.
"As long as he operates as God's 'Messiah', I can't do anything." No. "I won't do anything. He's both the executor of God's will and a hostage, at once... and God knows I'll stand in the way of anyone who tries to hurt him, now."
Even if he couldn't possibly defeat that entity.
"And so I ended up His pawn. For now. Until humanity's nature rears its ugly head and Abel has no choice but to see it for himself... And I can ask him once again to stand with humanity over the so-called almighty." A pause. "Phrased differently." Of course. The same pitch was just going to go over the same way.
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huh wdym its already been a few days
#god im so fucking tired#ive just been. having no energy to tumblr rp the past few days#my apologies#ahhhhh#ill try 2 reply 2 some things#maybe thatll get me going#love yall ty for ur patience#nayen | ooc#Gif/
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“Here. Look at these ones.”
"Beautiful. Perfect. Marvelous, even."
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There was a level of disappointment that washed over their face, as though the sadistic excitement upon finding this man, the anticipation for... whatever they'd had planned, had been flushed away and replaced with vague boredom.
Their gaze stayed steadfast on Volo's though, a piercing stare as though murder alone.
"You just made me think of an archen." was the single non-chalant reply they gave him as they finally felt their gaze drift as though he'd be growing uninteresting. Only slightly.
With their stare, the pressure on the man also lessened, even if only somewhat, and unsteadily.
"To think that you could give up so quickly. Perhaps I misjudged you. Maybe you never posed a true threat in the first place."
Devotion was a dangerous virtue to engage in. This man knew it and they could sense the uncertainty within him.
The 'Stranger' maintained intense eye contact and smiled as though nothing they said was entirely wrong, let alone hostile in nature, as their mind already reached inside him.
"You consider yourself, your devotion, a spoil of battle?" They asked, pointed words aiming for a very specific nerve, "You objectify yourself and give your freedom willingly to the 'victor'?"
They almost sounded disappointed.
Almost.
"What happened to you?"
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holds up their phone.
“look.”
"WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT PICTURE!"
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"And then what?" he asks, goading, "It's not like you can arrest me if I 'get into mischief' as you put it so quaintly." He smiles with amusement, and you can tell it's genuine, for his brilliant golden eyes smiled with him.
"Maybe because you're constantly getting yourself into mischief, and someone needs to keep an eye on you."
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Their hand twisted around to grab Volo's chin and force him to look them directly in those piercing, brilliantly golden eyes. Their grasp on his jaw tightens just enough to not unintentionally begin cracking bone.
The fear in Volo's eyes, albeit poorly hidden behind a brave facade, did trigger their hunter's instinct just the tiniest bit.
"It says about me," they begin, voice dark as they stare at him unblinkingly, "that I am a merciful god for allowing you that kind of contact without eviscerating you where you stand."
Their tone betrayed a calm nature, despite clearly being a warning.
"Don't you agree?"
Fuck you, God.
He was only biting them because he wanted to, not because he was told to! That's all!
"You're the one that wanted me to." He retorted, not even dignifying the rest of their words with a response. He grinned back, an equally mocking look on his face (mixing with the fear in his eyes; a contrast for sure). "I can't believe God wanted my mouth on them. What's that say about you, I wonder?"
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"And yet you keep coming back for more. Makes you wonder."
He's going to covertly pretend he doesn't see the small blush.
She's going to ignore that her cheeks are even the slightest shade of pink and wave him off.
"You're ridiculous."
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turning the booping off for now bc the tons of boops on my activity page are starting to overstimulate me a lil bit ngl sjdfjsd
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They let him, smirking even.
"Having fun?" Asked with clear condescension, regarding the blonde as though he was naught but a worthless bug.
"Good boy. Following your God's orders so eagerly."
Fine. He'll bite. Literally.
And then regret it because, yuck. This God does taste gross. He chews on God's hand anyway though out of spite.
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^ Patiently and kindly waiting for Serena to finish, not listeinng at all-
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"Th-They're joking! None of them would actually do that-- not to you or anyone else! We would never--"
And she is off on an apologetic ramble.
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Devotion was a dangerous virtue to engage in. This man knew it and they could sense the uncertainty within him.
The 'Stranger' maintained intense eye contact and smiled as though nothing they said was entirely wrong, let alone hostile in nature, as their mind already reached inside him.
"You consider yourself, your devotion, a spoil of battle?" They asked, pointed words aiming for a very specific nerve, "You objectify yourself and give your freedom willingly to the 'victor'?"
They almost sounded disappointed.
Almost.
"What happened to you?"
"I think it's too high above my station to question him." This irritation, too, was for another's sake. For the thought of how dare they push him toward the sort of process that would only harm the very person he was trying to...
Was 'appease' the right word? It seemed too distant.
'Devote himself to', perhaps. As one so chosen ought to be.
"It's the natural state of things, for the victor to get what it is they wish for. For the one who lost to comply, well, that's even more natural... I do apologize that this sounds so horrifically impersonal, for what it is."
But he was raised on a sense of practicality, when it came to couplings. Love may have been there, but in the very same breath, love had nothing to do with it.
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He can still try though, of course. He will merely learn that this God tastes foul.
@exnusquam // referring to this
Volo slowly...
... very slowly...
... does not bite Arceus. Biting the God that impaled and tortured him felt like a bad idea.
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we dont call sunday sinday over here, because sex isnt a sin and religion can suck my huge meaty cock
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