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A.. surprise. A first. Something that had escaped my expectations. Never in my wildest of dreams would I imagine someone coming to me, not in search of one of my products, but rather.. to -become- one of my creations.. There are risks, of course.. but.. just maybe it could be done. I have to wonder.. if this boy truly understands what he's asking of me. Should I succeed.. well.. My name shall never be forgotten.
The man who shall.. supposedly make my wishes come true. He designed his labyrinth estate himself, and single handedly developed the magic involved in creating the living dolls, I have no doubts of his ability.. but I do doubt his intentions.
He rarely works with those of noble blood, he said in passing. Whatever did he mean?
The Draconian lord who rules over Shadouin, I speak with him often due to the uneasy political footing between the established royalty and my people. Most people believe King Yui to be.. air-headed, dull- that he's unaware of what goes on around him, but he's certainly far smarter than he tries to portray himself.
My lord, and the king I serve under. I've watched him since he was a young and foolish man, until now to see him as the economic powerhouse he is. That said.. he might still be a little too naïve when it comes to magical engineering and constructs.
Summerset has acted as my court mage for the last.. fifteen years. Don't think I haven't noticed that she hasn't aged a day.. I merely just don't care. She's by far the most competent court mage amongst the royals, and so she exponentially increases Hymune's political viability.
The leader of the Scorpio hive is.. short tempered. He's rather stupid as well in my personal opinion, yet I maintain peace between us, through friendly gestures and hollow gifts.
The man seems to believe a union between our two colonies would be for the best, and that with this union, we could overthrow the Draconian reign... I am less than convinced.
The leader of the Arachni tribe is.. small, meek, his beastial form is large and terrifying- and more so, rarely seen. He's elegant and charming.. his voice carries on a whisper, and I fail to ever miss a word he utters.
Yet any attempts at courtship have been dashed.
The strange Client who arrived at dusk on our doorstep, he asked for Master Alexander to turn him into a doll, like myself. But I wonder why? Why would one choose to no longer have flesh and blood inside their body? Humans are so.. strange.
Master Alexander's personal doll, his prized possession and something that.. eerily watches me from around the corners.
Milo serves as a testament to Alexander's skills as a craftsman, with false skin as soft and warm as the real thing, with hair that shines with life, but Alexander has failed to make.. the eyes possess these same features.
Born from.. a festering pile of rot, on the whim of Momento Mori.. I am supposed to be his muse.. a human-looking vessel that he could see through to watch humans up close, for if a human sees him.. they never survive..
Yet they loathed me, hated me, and sealed me away. Why did it take Momento Mori so long to free me from this infernal prison?
Maverik is the current standing King of Askaveret, obviously. Ser cannot stand the man, though Ser can't stand most people. I personally don't appreciate being roped into being his personal assassins, with our only other option being execution.
Maverik is at least somewhat aware that my brother and I both resent him, but he doesn't fear that we will strike him down next.
Ser is the quiet one between us, he never acts unless I give him my approval.. I worry for him greatly, what will we do once we finally achieve vengeance?
... Zol is my whole reason for living.. Without her.. I have no reason to go on..
The cursed automaton that sought to become a leech in my side, he's rather.. hm. He's quick to anger, and attempts to use violence to scare me- though it always fails.
He seeks revenge for something, but it's so unclear to me what that is.
Once beloved, twice scorned. I made you to be perfect, to be my eternal machination, and yet you betrayed me, deemed me weak, and cowardly, and I resent you for it. I shall merely tear out your soul once again, and find a worthwhile vessel to place it into.
O̶n̷c̴e̵ ̶m̵y̵ ̷s̶o̶u̷l̴ ̶w̷a̴s̴ ̷r̷e̴m̵o̵v̴e̶d̵ ̸a̸n̵d̷ ̴p̵l̸a̷c̷e̵d̶ ̸i̸n̵t̶o̵ ̴t̵h̴i̸s̴ ̶h̴o̷l̴l̴o̷w̴ ̵p̵r̵i̷s̷o̸n̸ ̶o̶f̴ ̴m̵e̶t̸a̸l̴ ̵a̴n̶d̵ ̷g̸e̴m̸s̴t̵o̷n̴e̸,̸ ̷I̶ ̴l̸o̸s̵t̷ ̴a̵l̷l̶ ̸o̸f̷ ̴m̸y̸ ̷e̵m̷o̷t̶i̶o̴n̵s̶ ̵f̷o̶r̵ ̴m̴y̵ ̷l̵o̷r̷d̴.̷ ̸E̵v̵e̶r̶y̴t̵h̸i̷n̵g̶ ̵b̷e̵c̵a̶m̶e̶.̶.̷ ̷b̵o̴r̷i̴n̷g̵.̵ ̵M̶o̸n̵o̵t̸o̴n̵o̸u̴s̸.̵ ̸I̷ ̸d̶e̵s̷i̴r̷e̴d̴ ̴m̷o̸r̷e̸ ̷t̵h̴a̷n̶ ̶t̷h̶e̷ ̶K̴i̵n̸g̵ ̶c̶o̴u̴l̴d̵ ̶g̸i̶v̶e̸ ̸m̷e̷.̵
Luvetch is a wounded dog who hides behind our mother's skirt. No one dares spend time with the insane bastard, out of fear that he'll lose control and stab one of us. Unfortunately, Mistress Davva desires for Luvetch to feel welcomed, so she regularly forces assassins to accompany him.
Bah.. He's such a handful.. and so loud too. Why does he keep staring at me with those big eyes of his?
Luvetch is the.. ever eager, outright insane member of the eclectic family of sorts I've been dragged into. I feel pity for him.. so as such I tend to avoid him.
Monoceros is... irritating, provocative, and careless.
And unfortunately on my behalf, I fear I care for him greatly.
Monoceros is a JERK who constantly intervenes in my hunts, and results in me needing to report constant failures to the Grand Master of the Silver Crescent.
Vaas is a pureblooded werewolf, yet remains unaware of that fact.. believing he had turned.. and killed his own parents. An orphan by his own will, but his bloodlust was very real, so I opened my arms to the scared boy, and raised him to kill.
Davva is my Mother, of course. Everyone in the Blood Chalice refers to her as such, but.. I'm not necessarily sure how deep my loyalty runs, my blood urges me to run, and live wild, but I continue to ignore it, and satiate it with flesh.
Falan.. Was a poor boy, lost in the city of Rivarin and hiding his identity to stay alive. How brave he must be, to both display himself and keep his elven blood a secret in the Kingdom Slaughter.. Much like Fitcher.. I did not bring him into this family, but I welcomed him with open arms all the same.
Truth be told, I don't have an opinion on Davva.. nor her eclectic family. It was merely the only option I had.. where I wouldn't die.
Most.. Curious he is.. One of Alaric's Porcelain Soldiers.. but only a young man, barely.. But it was not I who brought him into the family, but the very man who was supposed to kill him.
Most interesting indeed..
Davv-- Mother.. is quite terrifying, but in a different way from King Versailles. She does not hide her monstrosity behind a fake smile.. and she bares her fangs quite liberally. Perhaps with time I'll come to be not so afraid.
Goetia always seems mildly annoyed with me, even if I bring good news to his ear, perhaps he dislikes my acute manner of speech, or perhaps, he finds number games to be a bore, and would rather see action? Regardless, he does liven up whenever I show him a new manner of invention for the inner realm to make use of.
Oh.. Kind master, despite how he looks at my love of humans with disgust.. I sense there is regret in his gaze. He does not hate the act of loving humans, nor does he hate humans themselves.. no matter how he tries to tell himself this.
He's recently brought a human into hell, one who's light magic could destroy this whole place.. yet he brings them back again and again.
I desire to whisper to this human, and tell them of the love I sense Goetia feels for them.. But I can't seem to get close.
It was never meant to be this way. I was a fool for believing that I could play the role of the forsaken Gods and try to recreate what once was mine. Instead, I was given a beautiful.. shell. I should kill him, for it pains me to even look at him.. but I can't bring myself to do it.. He suffers for my mistakes. Besides.. he.. would be disappointed in me if I did that..
Must you loathe me so much..? Master Goetia.. I’ve only ever served.. but I did it wrong.. I’m not who he wanted.. not even a glimmer of who he wanted.. I live so alone, forbidden from leaving Yggdrasil’s roots.. So he is the only one who speaks to me.. but as days pass, he appears less and less.. I cannot even do away with myself, my body forbids it.. I merely ask how long this suffering must continue..
Goetia.. is.. hm.. I spent the better half of my short life with him. I recall that much. He feared me- no.. he respected me greatly, he saw my power not as a tool, but as a miracle. For no human was ever meant to wield magic, nor was any human ever meant to possess the devil's soul.
If I were to speak more.. personally, I would say.. I care about Goetia a great deal, but I knew eternity was not mine to achieve, and I knew that had he gained my soul, alongside his own.. he would have fallen into the deepest pits of hell.. It's why I did what I did. No god, nor demon, could possess my soul.
But I see you now, Goetia. Through eyes that are not my own, and I wonder how you've changed so much over these years.. while also changing so little.
I wonder who Ginger was before she joined the crew? She's so shut off and reserved, she buries herself in the ship's kitchen, hardly speaking to anyone. I can't help but think she longs for the day she's on land once again.
Ginger was.. saved from the sea witch's game, and accompanied us.. given we had lost much of the crew by that point, it was a life saver to have such a wonderful cook manning the kitchen! She turned sloppy ingredients into amazing meals.. But. She's very scary while she cooks.
The girl we-- well, that I saved from the sea witch. While she had been terrified within the large, abstract prison- the moment she was on a real ship and we had certainly escaped.. she immediately became emboldened, and took to her role as a chef.
I've always wondered though.. how did she end up there?