“What do you mean I’m late for White Day? My presence alone should be a Valentine presents for these useless serfs.”

“...The warmth Christmas leaves in me is a tad bothersome. It is almost nostalgic.” Very much like the Grinch, Carmilla’s heart grew a bit-- “It brings fond memories, leaving maidens in the frozen exteriors and dousing them with cold water till they died...” ..--for the wrong reasons.

arrives 100 years late with a cup of blood.

Do you ever miss your husband and children from when you were alive, Assassin?

“Nonsense, my husband would be ashamed of how carefree I became after his passing.” A faint laugh escapes parted lips, nails hovering over her chin. Devastated by her own behaviour and existence, she no longer can feel the right of missing them. Not aloud, never can she speak of how deeply she wished to see their faces again. Regardless of how shallow and selfish she seemed, her family had been among her most important ones. 

“I brought quite a bit of trouble to him and my Mother in Law, thankfully they were no longer alive when I lost… control.”

Ferenc may have been a tad odd, far too violent but never with her. They both shared a passion for blood, their temperaments far too strong and mighty. Even terrifying. As a couple, they were intimidating. 

Their correspondence was polite, formal and with all the necessary etiquette a married couple demanded. Perhaps she would not call their relationship one based around love but their convenient coexistence definitively showed appreciation for the other. 

After Ferenc’s passing, many claimed the doors of Heaven would not open for him. That simply pushed her onto the edge, allowing her to see that feigning her sinful activities would bring nothing good if they were both doomed to perish in Hell. 

“My children were aware of my fall from grace, they do not need to know even further how wicked their mother remained.” Surprisingly, her children never once saw her violent tendencies. No torture, no scratches and bites – only a doting mother. A role model in the eyes of the court, who applauded the dutiful Erzsébet. 

“Were they to see me as I am now, I fear they may despise me. Missing them will do no good. The mother and wife they know shall remain buried like them, forgotten in time. Báthory Erzsébet is no more, only Carmilla.”

sangeroasa:

heyyy, i’ll try to reply to stuff when i have time. i’ve been jumping from one job interview after another and things finally calmed down. 

so i got one of the jobs, i start tomorrow. let’s see how much i can tackle today.

"Ew."

“Have you ever looked at yourself first? You’re a disgrace to the blood of the dragon.”

would you be interested in interacting with the blood countess, assassin carmilla / elizabeth bathory from FATE/GRAND ORDER? then please like/reblog this post and i’ll give you a follow! 

cursedjustice:

@sangeroasa encountered Sengo’s blades.

He had sensed quite the blood lust among the city streets that functioned as a battlefield. The scent of blood had been carried by the winds along with the sounds of combat,.The enemies he had come across were easily dealt with, however, he could feel the blood lust more profoundly as he got closer to the center of the city. This wasn’t like the murderous rage of a Beserker, no it was a more potent and subtle sort of sadistic desire. An Avenger? Those type of servants were rare to come by, though perhaps it was an Assassin class servant having too much fun doing their job. He knew there was one sure way to learn of who or what this strong blood lust belonged too- finding them.

“Your thirst for the blood of your enemies, that desire for their demise was so potent, that I could sense it from the outer edges of this city.” Sengo stated as he faced the general direction he could feel them. They were close, he knew that much. 

“Is it possible for such a thirst such as yours to ever be satisfied?” He asked rather calmly with a firm tone a voice. 

Enemies that fought back were troublesome but somehow, could be excited. Struggling like maggots, clinging to their lives as if they had any chance -- oh, if Ferenc could see what a mighty fine warrior she had become! And without losing her characteristic grace, fitting of a woman of her ranks. 

The blood raining up and above, every step letting her bask in the carmine drops. Such a bliss cannot be compared to anything. Not once she considered that enjoying it in her peculiar fashion would have drawn out spectators. A nosy man, speaking as if she was unaware of her carnage. These hands would never let go of the misery they have caused, for better or worse. Alas, she had no reason to care any longer. It was far too late to seek salvation, she may as well rot like a proud sinner.

“I do not see how that is an issue. I am certain what I do is none of your business.”

“Oh? Is that your actual concern? Then... care to find out if you can satisfy it?”

Bloodlust! || (Shirou and Camilla)

“Your unending thirst will be your ultimate downfall.”

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator Sentence Starters. || not accepting.

It was.

It continues to be.

Unable to ever satiate her lust of blood, Carmilla carried a sin heavier than the Iron Maiden.

But she won’t grace anyone with her guilt, despite piercing yellow softens at the thought of her crimes. What does this she know? As if arguing with her younger self revealed anything, her destiny remained the same. She will shed blood and eventually rot, away from the world. “Be grateful common beasts bore me, then.” It had been a long time since she touched any. No, the vermin was allowed to crawl upon the unworthy. These hands should hold something soft and pure -- like a maiden in her prime. 

Of course this one was definitively not part of her interests.

“Ah, but I wonder if I should ask Master for a fox pelt in the upcoming holidays...”

heyyy, i’ll try to reply to stuff when i have time. i’ve been jumping from one job interview after another and things finally calmed down. 

“I’m suddenly struck with the overwhelming need to crawl back into bed.” || slips this in aa i didnt see it before..

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator Sentence Starters. || not accepting.

Early morning in Chaldea meant a single thing – staff and Servants alike manifest themselves in the halls. Some made the work run smoothly, whilst others did quite the opposite with their influence. Camilla now had awoken like a regular nuisance, ready to push away whoever got in her way but till dutifully obey Master. 

So why it is that when her kindness shone through her vile crimes, any reply had to be so full of malice? Vlad had a knack of becoming truly the most dreadful individual among their kin, making her feel as if her existence was a sin.

However, it was not that far off from the truth…

“After all the trouble I have gone to reach you? Rise in this very instant, you moron.” 

idoldragos:

“If I’m a stupid child, then I can take solace in the fact that stupidity lingered into adulthood, Carmilla. I’ve said these words to you time and time again. I will not become you… But we can address that subject later. There’s something far more pressing that we need to discuss.”

“The first time you mentioned tainting our family name, It was towards the robot. And I agreed with you…”

“But now, now I’m afraid that I can’t. I loathe the Bathory name, Carmilla. Not because of you. No. I loathe the ones that sealed us away. Treating us like we were no better than a common slave.”

“And despite knowing that…you still stand there, acting like the Bathory name is something special. Now who’s the stupid child…”

“Who is the stupid child? It is still you, Elizabeth.” We are nothing alike, not anymore. But I wish, I truly wish you could understand me... “My youth, my naivety... days far gone that crumble between my fingers.” It is not that her past was remotely perfect, a complete fairytale -- simply she had never envisioned what her future might entail. Every day offered a new scar on her skin, thus tenfold would appear on an fair maiden in return.“You say it means nothing, but you are still the daughter of the dragon and without it, you would be no one.” We would have been no one. “Is it wrong for me to accept my name? I reject you but I remain as Elizabeth Báthory.”

“But I despise myself and by extension, I despise you... there is nothing else to it...”

“I am spinning a web of lies that I fear will one day consume me.” - [I hope you don't mind me sliding this your way? ;o]

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator Sentence Starters. || not accepting.

“Has your reality finally shattered?” Softly her voice ran, as opposed to the hostility that she shed. Hand lingered toward his face, but hovered over his cheek and nails long as needles simply teased the possibility of touching him. 

“Perhaps you should let it consume you, instead of feigning ignorance.” Running away from your misdeeds? Impossible, otherwise Carmilla would have do so herself a millennia ago. No, she shall embrace her fall – proudly rot within the depths of hell. Unlike him, who so proudly pretended there was nothing but righteousness in his actions. 

What a joke of a hero! Of a voivode! She could only muster a loud, boisterous laugh! What a lovely bunch of pitiful creatures! He, a prince so might! Her, a dragon! This was so utterly ridiculous, tear impossible to shed. Tears neither deserved, only mockery.

“Salvation was never meant for us. We were forsaken the very moment of our birth. Not a single righteous deed would have brought us to God, for the doors of Heaven were closed since the very beginning…” Depravity had consumed her mind, corrupted a body so beautiful that once death took claim of it – her true colours dyed morbidly beautiful carpets. Nothing but a nauseating corpse, a putrid shadow of her former self.  

“Why strive for the impossible? Shall we deny ourselves pleasure for the sake of a lie? It is time to accept who you truly are, sir Vlad…” 

i am that bitch and you will never be me !!!!!!!

idoldragos:

“Then you should’ve been here earlier. The one that put me up to this nonsense screamed quite beautifully. But I’m afraid that isn’t why I wanted to talk to you.”

“In two days time, I will die and return to my prior self. Before then…while I’m still capable. I want to ask you, Carmilla. Why do you insist on walking in my footsteps? Was what we accomplished in life not enough?”

“You truly are a stupid child.” 

“You are walking on my footsteps if anything. That what you see is what you will become, and what I look is who I used to be. Don’t flatter yourself, for both of us carry the name Báthory but only one was known for tainting it.”

idoldragos:

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“Carmilla…”

“... I would rather hear the shriek of a dying man than you uttering my name.”