Armadeo de Marius
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( Book leaning portrayal with show knowledge )
- 18+ MDNI
- detailed writing preferred
but matches length
[ this account holds very dark and triggering themes readers digression is advised]
Penned by: #Mysticmusings
In time I conceived another love naturally, a love for a mortal boy Daniel, to whom Louis had poured out his story, published under the absurd title 'Interview with the Vampire', whom I later made into a vampire for the same reasons that Marius had made me so long ago.
—TVA
@DIESINCENERE — he might be physically sick if he moved too fast.
“I will share with you, my knowledge the same way you shared with me yours. But it is not easy… he was merciful, it felt very similar to basking in Marius’s Mercy when I was a boy… he has heard our prayers… “ he confirmed
@DIESINCENERE
" It may please you to know I have convened with the Devil. Or you can choose to have a religious fit about it, I very nearly did. "
" You may want to start a new cult; apparently, he was listening." He shrugged
@DIESINCENERE He was rather calm, but he seemed to stare at Santino like he was trying to find the words.
“He did hear us. “ he confirmed
“He’s touch more… evolved than I was expecting. I can tell you what he said to me, but it will be difficult. “ he explained.
He looked tense, like —
@DanielMolloyDM -- " I do love you, deeply. But my love is possessive and often cruel. I feel nothing, Daniel, not easily, not in my age, I either feel it all or I feel nothing at all. And you? ... You will have to endure my nature. Can you, Daniel? Endure me?" He asked
@DanielMolloyDM -- his wandering, his choices or lack thereof.
He thought on it then... His conflict.
He could maybe give him a piece to show him he was trying... and distract him from that awful question about the dark gift.
" Daniel when I said to love me is to suffer me... I meant it." --
@KNGHELL -- " I accept you, I always have, if i had known... I wouldn't have wasted your time. Please, let me prove myself; I am more than willing." He vowed
" I do, I... I accept you of my own free will into my heart, and I cast out the images of neglectful saints and ancient torments."
@KNGHELL -- For so long now, he lacked purpose; he felt... nothing. So to feel, all at once, to see the figurative embodiment of purpose, he was awestruck and humbled.
" I am still a child of your creation; no saint, nor god, will look upon me, not anymore..." He nearly wept
@KNGHELL -- "All my life I knew the saints by name, by image, and by prayer, and never in my years have they looked upon me, not like you... not like this. I was once a sainted boy, they told me... maybe that was the blasphemy of my creation- but I know no saint, and worship no god."--