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ᴬND I HEARD THE VOICE OF THE LORD SAYING: WHOM SHALL I SEND? AND WHO WILL GO FOR US?  and i said:  HERE I AM,  SEND ME.  (ISAIAH 6:8)
             ⠀‎ ‎ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳ [THE VESSEL OF GOD]  ¹  ⠀⠀⠀ ‎ ‎ ‎“ᵈᵉᵘˢ ⁿᵒⁿ ᵉˢᵗ ʰⁱᶜ”   A voice deep and hoarse and reeling of agony, forced itself out of lips that did not belong to it. The child, pale, cold and frothing with spit and bile, HISSED BLASPHEMIES HIS LITTLE MIND SHOULD NOT EVER KNOW.  the thing inside was afraid——cornered like a rabid dog.   THAT,  MADE IT ANGRY.   Before it, was a woman.     She had seen cases like these before——each of them disastrous to the mind and terrible for the family.  yet, she was not afraid.  She knew the demon by name,  and she knew it’s only weakness—a name.    
            ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ From the palm of her hands, a bright thread sprouted, bloomed—her eyes shining gold.   Some had called it magic—some,  called it the power of God.    It was what would set apart the society from all the other religious orders.       The beacons of light.      The protectors of both the sinners and the saints——The destroyers of the damned 
            ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ «  DEUS ..  UBIQUE EST.  »

don’t be.   it’s merely blood,   darling.   [she hums,   pale blue hues watching the other as he desperately wipes away the blood dyeing his chin,   as if he was caught committing a grievous crime.   with a slight,   yet reassuring smile,    she spots yet another dribble along his neck as he glances downward.   she allows herself the liberty to slowly raise a hand,   a gentle thumb swiping over the remnants of his last meal only for her to take a taste for herself from her thumb]    hm..    is this—   a bunny?    don’t tell me..    the others have converted you to the vegan diet?

@fatalefang [frantic fingers fidget to pull his sleeve over his hand. and it’s used to smudge the blood away until it blended in with his pale,    rouge tinted skin.]    sorry—    [words are muffled by the now dirtied fabric of his loose fitted sweater. his eyes darting to his shoes—embarrassed]   

although the boy was grown  ,  able to speak and function  —  somewhat  ,  he could not help but think of his own son.  thousands of years later and he continued to see him in things.  perhaps that was why his lips curled into a sympathetic frown  ,  a wounded noise slipping past his lips  —  as if the other being lost was painful to hear.  another factor could be that he was so clearly new  ,  so young when compared to himself.  so unsure in this new body he was gifted.  had vlad grown up differently  ,  been in different circumstances  ,  he may have been the same way.  seeking out a familiar presence  ,  even if it had been towards the same man who agreed to turn him while simultaneously hoping for him to fail.
            
            he added a bit of pressure to his steps as he walked  ,  allowing for his shoes to make a soft sort of noise.  to alarm the other that he was approaching.  "I grow even more disappointed in how you're being raised.  they allow you to wander to the point of losing your way?"  he questioned with a genuine hint of concern.  "come closer  ,  boy.  assisting you is not an option if you are not near."  and maybe there was a part of him that demanded to make sure he was unharmed as well.

@vladie- ,     [skittish steps cease, and the eyes of a deer plastered onto the face of a man widens.  he speaks,   but the words fall silent.  mouth falling agape  before he realizes he may as week swallow a fly and clamps his jaw shut.    hands lift subtly.   gesturing to everything and nothing  ]      lost.  I’m—-lost   [embarrassed by the lack of base in his own words,  raleigh seemed to recoil just a little bit. he was almost sure the stranger would leave him stranded here—-which was in his right. it was not like they knew each other. the newborn simply saw him as a familiar and welcoming face.. somewhat]  

@boysbite,          [there was nothing left to say. though, felize could not discard the own ache that blossoms in his chest cavity. it reminded him of when he had initially turned, that it wasn’t the fact that he was given a second chance to live. but it was the hunger, the thirst, the cold—which consumed the entirety of his being. the outskirts of whitechapel didn’t become what it was if not for the monster that was created.]       are they dead?      [Felize swallows, diverting the conversation as he kneels beside the corpse. a finger delicately dropped to their neck, searching for a pulse no longer there.]

@ivampsuckyerblood,     [he hated how satisfying it was.  he tried so hard to do what  another did. but it wasn’t enough—animal blood wasn’t enough.  it made him feel sick. as much as he tried to make himself regurgitate the meal,   it wouldn’t come up.   it was like his stomach refused to let go of “proper” feeding it deserved—-now that he was no longer human.    he has half the courage to cry. tears stain supple,     cold skin and he shrinks further into the shell of himself—his mind was his worst enemy—insults that he had never heard since he was a boy pulled themselves out of the grave to taunt him again]        i— .. yeah,   i guess so. 

@boysbite,              [though his lips are spread out into a smile, satoru’s eyes are hidden underneath the blindfold he wore. however, if he wasn’t known to judge, today might be just the day that changes.]       you sure about that?       [a harmless question, head cocking towards the side as hands find their way into the pocket of his uniform. now, he wouldn’t necessarily like to call someone a liar—but he could become a changed man starting this hour! but the sorcerer called it a bluff, that’s one.]      you sure got a lot of bad energy on you, are you going to say that it’s ’cause of the clouds?

@6THEYES      ✶    Sorry! Sorry, it’s a—i have a.. tick..(?)

—i know i’m good looking but..

@boysbite   /     spins around 

&.    also here lol

*      alright boi

mhm.    [she knew the topic of planes would certainly pique an interest in him,     aviation was his expertise in his human life after all.    she thought that maybe to aid him in his transition was to not forget about and grieve his former life,   but rather reminisce on it in a positive manner.    she remains bundled under her own clothes as she inches herself toward the fire,    not that she needed the warmth,    but it was a mere comfort..    a human one.   upon the stumbling of his words,   a soft smile works its way onto her features as her gaze scans almost everything of his demeanor;    from his giddy smile,   to the sudden awkward slouch of his shoulders as he avoided eye contact]     tell me about it.    i’ve always wanted to fly

@fatalefang,   really?  [the way his face lights up would have been proof alone that he was no longer undead—and for the first time, for something that seemed so rare with him even before he was turned—he’s smiling. pearly whites sparkling under the firelight before he remembers that he has fangs now, and may scare her because of it (always forgetting that she’s used to all of this)  .  he shifts. eyes falling to his shoes]   well, they’re—coo—nice. they’re very nice.    like a giant bird.