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❝Bᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ.❞

〔ᴿᴾ | ₂₁﹢ | ᴰᵃʳᵏ ᵀʰᵉᵐᵉˢ〕

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

/- Another character I miss, who was sadly overlooked — dusting off, just to stop Twitter's mass genocide of accounts, so passing by. I will say, thank you to everyone who once wrote with me, I do miss those days.

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

/- I love and do miss this account, but just for safety reasons, poking my head out to say hello.

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

+ should anyone need me.

Until my choice is made, I'll be elsewhere and I am grateful for all the love people have shown this account.

Until next time~.

#Sᴘɪᴇʟᴜʜʀ -\

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

+ or merely just leaving account indefinitely. At this current moment, I am taking all options into consideration, so please don't assume I'll be deleting until I address my choice.

Until such a decision is made, you'll be able to find me on @WovenInBlood or @HomicidalMenace +

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

/- I wanted to write this to say I'll be putting this account on hiatus for one month (ending possibly on 18th January), since I need time and patience from everyone. I will be evaluating what I shall do with this account; whether that means finding a new FC, writing a new solo +

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

/- By which means I'm struggling with muse, more than ever.

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

/- This is the hardest account to write for, plus I'm struggling at the moment.

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

❝Hᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ɢᴇᴛs ʀɪᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ.❞

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

@MissEveningstar + always prided myself on keeping them unable to escape, they are trapped in a never ending circle and locked here for my amusement."

Mary had no idea the full extents of Ziminiar's depravity.

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

@MissEveningstar + forcing the piece of meat into his mouth, Ziminiar's hand smashed against the windpipe as he crushed it forcefully — was this done for any reason than for his own delight? No.

He just wanted to hear the previously unscathed victim choke.

"Aren't they terribly dull? I've +

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

@MissEveningstar + began to drag across the flesh, splitting the skin idly as two glowing golden eyes peered through curtain of darkness and now those fingers pierced through into the wound as his grip tightened, tearing away a chunk of flesh before ramming it into the other male's mouth. After +

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

@MissEveningstar + Sharply inhaling the woman's scent as his hands retracted from Mary's body, the sound of Ziminiar's footsteps echoed throughout the vast hall around them and only came to a stop once the silhouette of the Archdemon appeared between the pair of dangling victims. Sharp nails +

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

@MissEveningstar + shared with Ziminiar.

If not, the Archdemon would merely have to wait and feast upon any lust or anger she held. With his hand resting upon Mary's hip, those long nails brushing smoothing across the material and toyed with her clothed body while his nostrils suddenly flared. +

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

@MissEveningstar + take anymore. Do you feel lust or merely that sadistic arousal at watching this unfold?"

Ziminiar's warm touch would glide across the smooth arm of Mary, indulging her in the chance to reveal whatever might be devouring at her focus or something that might be wished to be +

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

@MissEveningstar + delivering something rather alluring tone.

"Be honest with me now, Mary... I'd rather know your innermost thoughts, beyond the carnage and bloodlust that fuel your actions. Those moments of human need, where carnal thoughts consume every inch of your mind until you can't +

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

@MissEveningstar + hands lifted away from her hip and glided along Mary's arm in that enticing (and twisted) manner, considering all the ways he'd be able to deal with Mary. Enclosing those long and golden scale covered digits around Mary's wrist, lips hover against that smooth skin before +

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

@MissEveningstar + I detect enjoyment or lust?" Ziminiar's voice carried that English accent, peaks of that high pitched Scottish delivery, "I think it's rather the latter, since I can almost feel the waves of yearning and desire pouring profusely from your aura, dearie."

One of Ziminiar's +

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

@MissEveningstar + cared little for the onlookers. The centre of Ziminiar's hand had been tainted with golden scales that began to spread rapidly, this intimate touch was accompanied by the sensation of his nose grazing against Mary's ear and his breath to fan out across that smooth flesh.

"Do +

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

@MissEveningstar + of his cane and stepped back silently without sharing another word. After several seconds of absence from communication, Ziminiar's hands came to grasp at the woman's hips while revealing his changing persona; those long, sharp nose idly caressed as the small droplets and +

[Ｚｉｍｉｎｉａｒ． @IrascibleRuler]

@MissEveningstar + inevitable downfall. With youthful features, barely tuned barbaric tendencies and the six wings extended proudly out, this had been caused by the mere sight of that blood spoiling the dress. Ziminiar stood silently beside Mary, hands clenching tightly at the solid gold handle +