Group Blog

Sebastian Michaelis

Ciel, my love... Do you realise what you have done to me? Or do you even care? When I formed a contract with you all those years ago, I hadn't one idea that it would lead up to this...

That was over a century ago.

These days, you lay about the same old manor house and dig though the same old ice box for food. Darling, I won't lie- your rump is getting a little more round every time I look at it. Which, I'm lucky if I get to do so at least once a week. When you are not having cat-naps or snacking on junk food, you are hard at work in your study (or tossing Alois out a window. Remind me again why he is still alive?). I don't see you as often as I wish I could, and that has led me to make some very wrong choices...

It may not be wise to live with regret, but there are far too often times in which that cannot be helped.

As the ruler of Averno, and as an ancient devil who has been living since the dawn of time itself, I am not the best of people. I do stupid things and at times, I do not think them through. I give into temptations, I lie, steal, cheat, etc. Or, I did for a very long while.

I have people, children, who look up to me now (no pun intended, due to the fact that I am the tallest being here). I am more than proud to be a role model for them all. I have been taught to care, and I do not mind it one bit.

Ciel, devils such as myself should not be allowed to sleep. A nap, perhaps, is all right, but to sleep leads to endless nightmares. I have been sleeping by your side the past few months, and each time, the nightmares become worse. You would think that I'd have learned by now... Last night's regarded me stabbing you several times with a holy-water laced blade, killing you.

I'll never forget that face you gave me, even if it was only a dream.

Have I betrayed you so much that I am dwelling on the guilt? Perhaps...

I miss you sometimes, even if you are right here in front of me.

Lucius Caesar Trancy

All right, let me get this straight...

Valdus loves Genevieve. Valdus is one of my best friends.

Genevieve is my ex-girlfriend who apparently dated Valdus only out of pity.

Valdus had sex with Aranis, my adopted brother's lover. That brother is also Valdus's brother. Aranis laced brownies with an aphrodisiac and took advantage when Valdus consumed them. Valdus is innocent. He does not deserve to be hurt any more, by anybody.

Genevieve broke up with Valdus upon finding out and returned to ask for me back. This girl claims she loves me, and I am tempted to give into her. Even if it only means she'll "love" me for a little bit, it's still something. As soon as she gets bored with me, she can go right back to Valdus. Who, at that time, will probably realise she's not... worth his time. Until then... there is no way she could hurt me more than she already has- she is my friend. We grew up together. I want to trust her again, but at what cost? She frightens me so much.

Then again, everything these days seems to frighten me.

Along came Chester in the midst of my pathetic suffering. He showed an interest in me and, wanting the attention, I played along and he and I started to play a dirty little game. He's a tramp, no matter how much he attempts to deny it.

But that tramp has become my best friend, my "'coon"hound puppy. He has a certain charisma that I cannot ignore no matter how much I scold myself. When we first spent a night together, he said that I should not become attached; he does not believe in commitment and hence, does not want a relationship. However, it's been a few weeks now since I've realized that it's too late for me.

I'm falling in love with him and it feels horrible, because he'll not love me back.

The hexed rose I gave him has multiplied into three red blossoms- Such symbolises "I love you". Although Chester adores roses, he is clueless when it comes to their symbolism, and for that I am grateful- for the rose changes in accordance to my feelings toward him.

There is a fourth hexed rose that I keep from him that has turned orange- and I know that it reflects Chester's own feelings for me: "We are friends, but I want more".

...No, you don't.

I don't ever want to be with you. I am not yours, I don't belong to anyone. And I don't want to. I can always get by on my own. I can't say yes to Genevieve, and I cannot be with you. Can't things just carry on without people caring so much about what I want from them?

I want friends. That's all I want. I don't want to be hurt again. I don't want to be in love...

I hate people...

Gabriel Dae Keehl

I miss my sister, even if I hardly knew her. I wish she was here now, to help comfort me. She didn't have to die... She could have accomplished so much more...

It's my fault, really. Everything must be.

Aranis doesn't love me. He just wanted me for sex. Now that I'm sixteen, I'm too old, and he didn't want me anymore.

I should have known better than to date the insufferable bastard who killed my beloved sister, and manipulated, tricked my little brother.

Mark my words, Aranis, I will make you pay for what you've done to me and my siblings, and I will show no mercy! How dare you do this, you arrogant fool?

Go burn in Hell where you belong! May Sebastian send you to the torture chambers to suffer! My hatred for you burns more passionately than my love ever did!

You are a thief, a whore, and a liar, and I will kill you!

Malphas Mephisto Trancy

Last night, I was minding my own bloody business. Y'know, just going to my son's bedroom to tell  him that dessert was ready.

As it turns out, he and Chester were RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF DESSERT. WITH LUCA ON TOP.

Please, do excuse me while I go die in a corner.

Luca - V-Day Post

"Originally Roses where white. One night the Nightingale met a white Rose and fell in Love . His love was so intense that he was inspired to song (for before that, nightingales only croaked and chirped). Eventually his love was such that he pressed himself to the flower and the thorns pierced his heart and coloured the Rose forever red."

I placed a snow white tea rose upon the nightstand astride the bed, as the entity before me still slept. I took one more glance at that flawless face, illuminated by silver streaks of moonshine, and I knew that it may very well be the last night I ever saw it.

It was an enchanted rose, in which, upon the touch of a certain being's flesh would become bloodied and crimson.

Pressed to the inside of my coat was a camellia, white as the rose in which I left upon the pile of cyclamen on the nightstand, in which I had hexed so that it was to never wither nor die so that it might truly reflect myself. But, maybe not really...

No, Chester, you are blinded from everything regarding me- Are you not? Whether or not you choose to be, you really have no idea. I cannot form a bond with you, though I know I already have. I must not fall for you- though I am chronically and innately ill-fated...

I cannot say the same for Valdus... However, I can say that he is in fact, clueless in another sense. He claims I am psychopathical, yet, he still lingers near me, so closely. He, along with everyone else, almost, refuse to let me leave to Germany to attend medical school. We are demons and angels, with the exception of my father and Chester- Twelve years is not so long; they go by in the blink of an eye.

"I shall not leave Friday, nor any other day." I had promised my father. I promised I would be around for Myka, my baby sister. I promised I'd not leave him, and I shall, technically speaking, not.

I'm never gone.

So- One more night, then? I'll need to get everything sorted out and put together, now...

 Perhaps I'd oughta pay Gen and Val a visit.

Father, Chester- it is because of you that I have become what I am today. Genevieve, I could not be happier than I am now, knowing that you've accepted my apology... And Valdus, take care of her...

Sebastian Michaelis

Life has come to a standstill, it seems, where nothing interesting is happening at all. I complain when peace is stripped away, but- ...Honestly. This is ridiculous. I'll stir up a ruckus in a few days if necessary.

I have always been one to become bored easily. Hence, why I still insist on playing the part as butler; I must always remain busy.

You can't really call giving a nine-year old boy a c-section "busy". It's not quite so interesting to dissect a body when you aren't allowed to kill it. And speaking of which, I'd love to "dissect" Riley. Asking for my eldest son's hand in marriage! The nerve of this boy! He really is quite ballsy, I'll give him that much. I dislike him with a passion...

I haven't seen Ciel in a while, and of course, I miss him. I mean... look what happens when I haven't got him to tell me off for things. "Don't do this, don't do that, bad Sebastian, you idiot!"

I need a slap, love. A real damn good one.

Caru Faustus

Nemo was born on Monday. Sebastian carried out the c-section perfectly... Denzel seems just as lively as ever. We're parents, he and I, now. And I couldn't be prouder.

Nemo looks plenty like Sebastian and Malphas. I'm a little sad, yes, that he doesn't look so much like myself or Den, but... nonetheless, I truly believe my son is perfect.

Mum says Ajax got Khod pregnant. He seems really excited that there will be puppies around soon. I think he wants another baby, to be frank- because he hates dogs, so why else would he be excited for puppies? But Cambion won't let him have another. He's probably afraid he'll be a failure of a parent, or just dislikes babies. I don't blame him- I mean... he is, after all, a failure of a hateful child and I hope that the fate that befalls him in the end is a tragic one. He deserves it.

Keaira Dimitri Faustus

Khod is having puppies.

Ajax is a man-whore. A total dog.

Cambion didn't seem so excited about it, I actually thought he might be. Perhaps I look too deeply into things.

I found out that I am highly allergic to the flowers he gave me yesterday- they make me act like I'm on crack, and I think I scared him a bit after sniffing them when he gave them to me. I still don't know just what I did. Which probably means I shouldn't find out.

I think I spend too much time at Claude's grave... but it can't be helped. Even though I'm with Cambion now... I want Claude back. I'm... so torn. It is possible to bring Claude back, but, I have Cambion to think of. I refuse to hurt him. Bringing Claude back is but a thought, and it shall remain that way. I need to learn to let go of the past and be grateful for what I have...

I don't know what to do.

***

"Lucius," called Malphas, his sinewy arm thrown over the back of a kitchen chair, his lengthy legs crossed in a casual fashion.

No response aside a long, high-pitched whine that droned from Ajax. The shepherd lay on his round belly upon the tiled floor, his neck descending in slow motion so that he might lay his chin on his golden forelimbs.

Malphas waited, his violet gaze shifting to the empty doorway as it tore itself away from Ajax. "Luca?"

Nothing.

The devil gave an exasperated exhalation of breath and rose from his seat, letting his arms hang at his sides in a manner that made them appear like he was burdened from the shoulders with heavy weights.

"Lucius Trancy, if you are ignoring me..." He shuffled to the stairway barefoot, and lifted his face from his position at the landing to stare at the very top. A solitary stained glass window glowed dimly in the silver moonlight, the twisted branches of dead trees and creeping vines casting shadows from behind, curling crookedly in the direction of Luca's room.

Malphas heaved a sigh and, lifting a snow-white foot, began his treacherous climb up the ancient staircase. The entire time, he clasped a hand to his abdomen in an almost protective manner. One wrong step, one little slip... It wasn't worth it.

Halfway into his journey, there was a sound so quiet that, at first, Malphas thought it to be the wind. As he came to another step, it sounded like a church choir- but in such a place that was quite literally Hell on Earth, why would a church choir even be near? He listened.

"A nightingale in a golden cage
That's me locked inside reality's maze..."

Had he the ears of a fox, they would have perked up in frivolous interest, and carelessly, the demon continued to sweep up the staircase in utter silence, the pads of his feet leaving nary a creak behind.

"Come,  someone,  make my heavy heart light
Come undone
Bring me back to life...
It all starts with a lullaby."

And, for the longest of moments , Malphas stood at the top of the stairs in which led into a corridor and listened.

"This is who I am
Escapist
Paradise Seeker
Farewell, time to fly
Out of sight
Out of time
Away from all lies."

A burst of energy later, the malignant spirit threw open the door to his youngest son's quarters, a scowl contorting itself upon his flawless visage as his wine-coloured gaze seared through the blackness of the young hellion's den.

A pale body lay sprawled upon the bed, the cream dress shirt let loose from its embrace upon it, its folds gently rising and falling about from under the body's spine. A small, flat abdomen glistened a dazzling white as moonbeams shot the flesh from out a window, the outlines of pink scars painted brutally all about the body's left. A bob of flaxen hair fell over one eye, large and laced about with long, long, noir lashes, the eyelids of the revealed eye darkly shadowed, bags above high-cheekbones. The periwinkle orb marred brightly through all the darkness, directed solely on Malphas.

A grin creeped upon the mangled face.

"Who's there knocking at my window?
The owl and the Dead Boy
This night whispers my name
All the dying children

Come hell or high water
My search will go on
Clayborn Voyage without an end..."

The orb evanesced, swallowed within the shadows, and did not dare open again.

Malphas swayed his weight to the right, and took one more step and cascaded to a kneel before the bedside, taking his son's head in his hands. He bent his neck and kissed the little upturned, pink nose of what once was the most radiant face in all of Hell- for now, it was the most frightful.

"...Sweet dreams, Luca. I love you, my son. I love you."