VH - Meet the Wife
Vampire Hero was insufferable. All his foes agreed on that.
So, after Supervillain escaped, the first thing he wanted was revenge. It was easy to locate Hero – it was not like this smug bastard was hiding. Currently, Supervillain was watching him by one of the windows of his home.
It was a nice scene, if a tad melodramatic. Hero was sitting by the bed – and yes, he was kneeling – holding the hand of a pretty woman who didn’t react. Supervillain knew that she wouldn’t. He had made an inquiry about her. She was Hero’s wife, and she'd been cursed.
“It’s a sleeping spell, and it’s not curable for now”, he’d heard from one of Hero’s colleagues. “She’s only awake one or two hours, poor guy. He basically turned good for her sake.”
Supervillain’s reasoning was simple. If you couldn’t attack your foe directly, you went for the weak spot. A hero annoys you, you kill his wife, the hero goes mad with grief, that was a classical story. He had a nice view from the window. She really looked like one of these virginal princesses you see in these old fairy tales books. It was not hard to imagine the girl with her hands clasped, pleading for the life of the innocents until her man relented. Yes, it would be fun to rip her into pieces.
After a while, Hero went off. Breaking into the place after that was easy. Supervillain opened the door, checked a couple of rooms, and smiled. He didn’t have to be careful. Even if the wife would wake up, she looked frail even wrapped in blankets. He tilted his head, looked at her, wondered if that was worth gloating when no one could hear him, then shrugged and stabbed his victim.
“Zdiiiiiiiingbonnng”
Supervillain’s eyebrow went up his hairline. He removed the blankets, leaving the body covered with only a silk gown, and tried again. The result was the same. The dress was damaged, but the blade bounced on the skin. Supervillain squinted.
Two purple eyes slowly blinked and stared at him. A skinny hand brushed over the hole in her dress. The wife yawned.
“Are you the delivery man ?” she asked.
Supervillain straightened up.
“I’ve come to deliver a message to your husband”, he answered. “I will not rest until I’m avenged.”
“Avenged ? You didn’t get a tip ?”
“I’m your husband’s mortal foe.”
She laughed.
“No, you’re not. You’re food.”
She opened her mouth, and Supervillain just had time to see a glint of her razor-sharp teeth before she bit his neck. That didn’t last long. After the first sip, she rejected him with disgust. Her thin arms threw him away much farther than the laws of physics should have permitted. He landed in the middle of the room, and not too softly.
“How dare you,” she said with a voice low enough to make the ground shiver. “You’re not even worth eating. A couple of centuries ago, young man, I wouldn’t even have wanted your head in a spike near my castle.”
Supervillain crawled back in the direction of the main door. She stepped towards him with as much enthusiasm as one would throw the trash out, but she stopped. Her eye had caught a note stuck on the fridge. Supervillain squinted. The note said: “Please don’t kill or maim in the house sweetheart ♡ (because of my job)”
The wife clucked her tongue and sighed, but reluctantly stayed still. Supervillain’s pride got the better of him. He stood up, dusting his cape, squared his shoulders and groaned:
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with. You might be strong, but I’ve wiped out cities. Once the country was nearly in my grasp. It takes talent. It takes guts. It takes more than powers that were given to you on a silver plate.”
“Nearly ?”
She gave him a look of absolute contempt and went back to bed:
“Don’t boast about your failures, little man, and leave me be.”
Incredulous, he watched her getting back to sleep, putting on her face something to shield her eyes from the light. It looked like a mask, and not a normal sleep mask, but a huge, heavy thing that glittered. As a vampire, he supposed she didn’t need to breathe, but still, it didn’t look comfortable. He stepped forward to take a better look. It was in metal all right, and it was a grimacing face of a demon.
His blood ran cold. He already saw that mask. It was depicted on a book he had as a teen, about the dark and evil rulers of the ancient times. “The Iron Death”, said the legend. “The gory story of an evil empress who drowned her captives in the blood of their subjects, and sought to be turned into a vampire so she would keep her empire forever.”
He shook his head in disbelief. It was an old tale, a story from at least a couple of centuries ago. And the Iron Death had been vanquished by a vampire hunter who had...oh.
Who had put her to sleep eternally.
He suddenly felt a drop of sweat on his forehead, but he grunted for good measure:
“Right. Like I’m going to believe that. Where’s your consort, Iron Death? Where’s your cruel prince who tortured for his entertainment?”
“The Hero agency offered him money to look after me if he worked for them”, answered the low voice of the lady. “My poor darling didn’t enjoy the scream of his victims as much as before. He’s changed his hobbies. You do that after a while. But I didn’t. Get out.”
Supervillain ran.
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Vampire Hero is now a recurring character. His job is to troll current villains. (Yes, I know he technically doesn't appear here, but it still counts.) Check the Vampire Hero Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with him.
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idk what to say at this point. if you believe ofmd is uniquely supportive of slave owners for a pirate show, that one of its EPs personally and uncritically supports israel and that the cast is full of zionists actively supportive of palestinian genocide, that the fanbase cares more about the show than actual human lives…..
i’m just lost for fucking words at this point. i know how easy it is to get caught up in shit when everyone’s yelling at you about how wrong you definitely are, that THEY can tell you what’s right, that you don’t have time to think about it and need to decide NOW who’s an irredeemable monster that you must publicly disavow immediately. but it shouldn’t work that way
look i’m sick right now and been dealing with burnout for coming up 3 years now so i don’t have as much energy as i used to, but im just so tired of the wasted energy. people are banding together to do so much good for strangers across the world, but some people want everyone to perform in a way they personally find acceptable. some people won’t even accept “i don’t talk about I/P publicly” from people who have EXTREMELY good reasons for that boundary. they just want to be able to simplify a complicated issue so they can find a villain to dehumanize
idk i’m just. i don’t know what to do when it feels like good work is overshadowed by people determined to find an enemy to uncritically hate. i don’t know how to counter that, other than i saving my energy for the shit that actually matters
i saw this shit happen with BLM and seeing it now with I/P is depressing the shit out of me, i gotta be honest with y’all
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I Can’t Be The Only One
(I probably am)
Okay, so… I have this very niche issue that isn’t rlly an issue at all but it’s rlly fucking w/ my brain and I need to like… get it out there because, seriously, I need to know if I’m not alone.
Every time I see THIS SHOT:
Like… I always just inwardly thought that the hand he used to toss away the light was facing downwards? Like, palm down. But I recently like… actually LOOKED at these frames and… it’s… it’s not. His palm is facing upwards. And like… I have no clue why but it is absolutely MESSING me up. Like actually I’m tweaking over this. And, I don’t understaaand! Like, I just feel like his palm is supposed to be down. Every time I watch it, my brain thinks it’s facing down. That’s how it logics in my head BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENS AND ITS DRIVING ME INSANE SOMEONE FUCKING HELP ME—
Like I said, it’s really not a big deal, but like… heelllp. Someone PLEASE tell me I’m not insane. Tell me I’m not the only one who thought/continues to think it’s facing down.
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The Conflicting Plots of Elden Ring. (Simplified).
Marika: Down with the system. I’ll hatch an elaborate plan to destroy it from the inside out.
Radagon: The system’s pretty cool, actually.
Godwyn: *is literally dead*
Rennala: No system maybe?
Ranni: You’re damn right, mom. Let’s unplug the system.
Rykard: I’m gonna burn and eat the system
Radahn: You guys are crazy. The system rocks! *locks the door to the control room*
Miquella: Guys, hear me out…what if we reform the system?
Malenia: My brother is perfect. Screw you.
Morgott: PROTECT THE SYSTEM AT ALL COSTS.
Mohg: Lol, y’all need next gen consoles already
Melina: So…Tarnished…wanna help me decide what to do about this?
Tarnished: 😎
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