Let me Devour you
((An indie Ask/RP blog for an OC inspired by RotG, tracking #lorddevourer))

((FC: Undertaker from Kuroshitsuji and Tharnduil))

((None of the pictures used are mine unless stated otherwise))

((M!A: The very first Black Hole has torn himself free and threatens the cosmos))


I am the true Lord of the cosmos, throughout history. Humans think me a mere celestial object and have labeled me as such, calling me NGC 4889. You however may address me as Your Majesty or should you feel daring, Lord Nero.

I've been around far longer than you can imagine. Keep in mind that you don't merit my attention, but if you insist on grovelling I don't care to stop you.

A Shaken Pace

wanderinglilstarling:

lorddevourer:

The concern of the crew was founded, of course. Outside the vessel the flow of the stellar wind was filled with life. All hurrying, all fleeing. All sensing something that failed to appear on the ships sensors.

Ahead, concealed in the darkness between stars, the void breathed. He had business still with the little constellation this route led to. No outside help was to arrive and mix things up, no word could be sent. Not until he’d gotten what he wanted.

The interstellar wildlife was ignored, sharp gaze focusing on the bright lights of the steadily approaching vessel, noting with amusement that the sailors had raised what rudimentary shields the barge had in the hopes of repelling whatever had scared the celestial beasts.

Futile.

Slowly, ever so slowly the ship entered his gravitational pull. Creaking, lurching it drifted off course towards the waiting grasp of darkness. By now, the crew must have realized their situation.

The little one was first to notice the creature’s panic, more attuned to them and herself in so many ways then she was the people among the crew. Confusion mottled the child’s expression, before she jumped in surprise when a panicked trader bumped into the boxes hiding her, toppling two of them next to her.

Phoenix did know what black holes were. She had barely been explained stars, and not by anybody but the two she could listen to at times in her own head. But the hair on her neck prickled due to those very stars riling up in her system.

The first lurch of the ship sent her toppling backward with the rest of the boxes, and the crew hardly paid attention to the small girl in their rush to find a solution.

Snapping out of that little stunned moment, she clumsily scampered up the stairs, not even taking a moment to look toward the source of the pull to run past aimless people and to the far end of the ship. Tired or not she could make it herself to another star if she could avoid the ships destruction. 

The first escape pods left the doomed vessel. A grin, momentary gleam of teeth reflecting the ship’s lights in the nothingness, and a gesture more felt than seen.

It was too late for them, had been by the time he’d set his eyes on the cargo hauler. One by one the hasty escapees, desperate enough in their pods to have tried to get away alone, faced their doom. Their flight path shifting in a graceful arc, over and under the main vessel and into what awaited, disintegrating to a spiral of absorbing matter, light slowly being cast from the remnants of those lives.

Illuminating the Beast.

A shape of a man cloaked in darkness and crowned with starlight, large enough in size to dwarf the vessel. His eyes boring down at it, reflections of the burning demise of the escape pods reflecting in their depths, and a mouth stretched impossibly wide in a grin.

S̶͖͓̥̞c̱̘̪̫͉r͜ȩ̳̝͚a̗̦͔͍̞͞m ̯͚͠ṱ̭̳͚h̺͍̥̭͈̰̕e̫͔̞͢ ͎̯̠͘l͈̬̼͟ḁ̮̫̀s̲͇͚t̯̟ ̶̯̺̰o̜͔̯f͏͍ ̻y̨̜̤̮͙o̡̥̬úr̷̘͇̬̳ ҉̻̣̞͖̱̳ḷ̘̹̯̝ͅi͙̜̖̫͖̩̙v̡̼̦̪e͏̮͙̹̺̺s̫̠͖͈̰̖̠.̝͙̩͎

gelidis asked: ❝ Hey! Pick on somebody your own size. ❞ 

gelidis:

lorddevourer:

lorddevourer:

"And who do you think I’ve been… picking on… so that I have to change?”

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     ❝ —Whatever I could. ❞

     Jack’s staff hissed as power coursed through it.
     He was on a hair-trigger now, fingers tense,
     shoulders rigid, eyes narrow and jaw set in a
     determined snarl.

     ’Tʜɪs ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴜᴛʏ.'

     It repeated in his head over and over again,
     a mantra that drove his heartbeat and wound
     his muscles up tight, ready for any fight that 
     might come.

"Brave words, from a fool. Especially since any creature with a brain can tell what that amounts to.”

The black hole set to slowly circle the fool in question before stopping back where he started. A bit of a chill, this… spirit in the shape of an animated mortal carcass seemed to be. Nothing more. Far from the absolute zero of outer space, or the powers of even lowest celestials.

Simply a deathwish, then?

Nothing.”


posted on 03.09.2014 at 2:38 via gelidis © lorddevourer - 4 notes [ reblog ]
tagged as: #gelidis
A Shaken Pace

wanderinglilstarling:

Short distances between planets the little one could make on her own. But since her first escapade she was fatigued, and she wanted much farther away. Messy hair hung just past her knees in slight knots which she was currently untangling, looking out a window on the large trade ship she’d stowed away upon.

Concealed behind boxes of supplies, attention on the voices and pounding footsteps behind walls and on different levels, Phoenix sighed silently, more awed at the creatures and shapes flowing by outside then even bothering to be down with her state or place. Of course, she couldn’t understand the concerned voices very well of the crew.

The concern of the crew was founded, of course. Outside the vessel the flow of the stellar wind was filled with life. All hurrying, all fleeing. All sensing something that failed to appear on the ships sensors.

Ahead, concealed in the darkness between stars, the void breathed. He had business still with the little constellation this route led to. No outside help was to arrive and mix things up, no word could be sent. Not until he’d gotten what he wanted.

The interstellar wildlife was ignored, sharp gaze focusing on the bright lights of the steadily approaching vessel, noting with amusement that the sailors had raised what rudimentary shields the barge had in the hopes of repelling whatever had scared the celestial beasts.

Futile.

Slowly, ever so slowly the ship entered his gravitational pull. Creaking, lurching it drifted off course towards the waiting grasp of darkness. By now, the crew must have realised their situation.

gelidis asked: ❝ Hey! Pick on somebody your own size. ❞ 

gelidis:

lorddevourer:

"And who do you think I’ve been… picking on… so that I have to change?”

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     ❝ —I don’t know, the whole world? Any world? ❞
     the imp snapped, brandishing his staff at the dark,
     ominous figure before him. He was out of his depth,
     he knew it — but if he didn’t try, then who would?

"Even if your accusations were founded, dead little flea…"

A dark chuckle and an ominous grin, razor-sharp teeth glinting momentarily.

"What do you think you could do about it?”

masochisticsadist:

patrocluz:

ASTRIFEROUS 

(adjective)

bearing stars; made of stars.
etymology: latin astrifer; astrum - star + ferre - to bear

roleplayerscoffeeshop:

I love having threads where not only does unexpected character development pop up, but the characters evolve together.

The Lock

omnipotentmoon:

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He floated through the blackness of space, drifting as the black holes squabbled, warring back and forth until only one came out on top, devouring the other. The star child’s mind already faded to black, leaving him unresponsive. At the very least, what was sealed within remained as such.

"Ah.͝"

Voice ragged, torn. Form fluctuating, unable to compress fully to the size he was accustomed to wearing among non-celestials. Morphing from the size of a star to but a mountain and everything in between.

"T̴h̕e Loc҉k.̵"

Hand reaching out, luminescent white shorn with strikes of starkest black, ever changing, healing, tearing open and healing again, a display of extremes. Carefully grasping the battered form, a small miracle in itself that it hadn’t perished in the ebb and flow of the fight.

Lucky, really. The End would have come. Such a frail thing keeping back the final Void, and it was kept this exposed.

"What t͞o do҉ w͘ìt̡h yo̶u̵…?͜"


posted on 02.09.2014 at 9:03 via omnipotentmoon - 6 notes [ reblog ]
tagged as: #omnipotentmoon
of-death-and-fear asked: He felt familiar eyes on him again. The predator. Valrún turned and caught his gaze; better to let him know he had seen him rather than remain unaware. Swallowing nervously, the boy mustered up his courage and walked across the Glen to greet the Lord. "Hello again." He felt quite proud that his voice didn't quiver even a little! 

of-death-and-fear:

lorddevourer:

lorddevourer:

A scent that wasn’t foreign, not completely, but neither was it a part of his fledgeling’s Glen’s natural bouquet. It was easy to follow, and even easier was to note the red mop of hair among the greenery.

Unexpected, especially here of all places. Perhaps his fledgeling already had the start of a …collection of her own. Or was this child an intruder, it would be dealt with quickly.

"I remember you. The little runt of nightmares and death.

"Why are you here?"

-

Keen observer as he was, Valrún didn’t miss the narrowing of Lord Nero’s eyes and quickly averted his own to appease any aggression. The Black Hole’s response wasn’t wholly unsurprising, though a little disappointing. Still, the boy wouldn’t let it keep him down.

"It’s okay. I’ll help protect you, too." It was said with such youthful confidence; he could take on the entire world to protect Sera and Nero from any who may come for them by the way his voice sounded.

Valrún was used to others looking at him with doubt whenever he made such boasts, so was he sure to look back at Nero and offer a cheeky grin. “I can bite really hard.” It was a wonderful reassurance in the hound’s mind. No one liked to get bitten!

Protect him? What did this pathetic little runt think it was? Foolish. So very foolish. Nero couldn’t see what had merited his fledgeling’s interest in the little creature, unless it was its total and complete inability to understand its surroundings.

Females sometimes had odd preferences.

"Perhaps for an insect."

The runt was insignificant outside this instant. Tolerating such a minor annoyance was better in the long run, and help keep his fledgeling stable through her process.

Who would have though he’d have to consider the sentiments of another in his actions?

thefancyzodiac:

lorddevourer:

"Of course. Such a brave protector you are."

The tone was full of barely veiled mocking, though still coloured with amusement.

"I always know more than I say, lordling. It’s one of the basics of interaction. Openness is met with abuse, honesty with word-mincing, and trust with treachery."

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"Oh, and I wouldn’t scratch that too much if I were you. It won’t do anything but you’ll just cause yourself pointless injury."

He frowned and huffed, turning around to fully get dressed, wrapping himself up in one of the larger coats he had in his personal rooms.
"Of course I am. I did help her out in many situations…One of the reasons why I got this … mark" he composed himself as much as he could, but it was complicated, since he felt the sting of his words in his heart.

He not always protected the Heir as much as he wanted too…she was often in situation he wished he could help her…

"I d-don’t…" he murmured, then sighed, getting a silken scarf and wrap it around his neck, draping it artistically around him and sigh as he sat down onto a cushion, preparing tea for himself.

"I take you still don’t like tea, Lord Nero?" he asked and glanced up to him. "Why are you here anyway? Just to mock me with your riddled answers, non chalant comments and oh so loved defiance to help?"

"No. I’m here to ensure a certain troublemaker running around doesn’t decide to eradicate you. Or if he does, that he doesn’t succeed."

Completely deadpan serious. Not many here carried his mark, though some others held items wrought with his blood that could have the same effect. But a mark… that beast wouldn’t be able to resist spitting him in the eye by destroying something that was under obligation to him.

"And you’re right. I could enjoy the aroma if it wasn’t laced with sweet tones as a rule. Other than that, flavoured water does little more than wake my hunger."

"Ạ̛̱̮̟͚̱̤͢͢ḿ̲̖͡    ́  ̵͂͋̊͗͆ ̓̋̃̋I҉ ͩ̅ͣ͆ͯͦ͢ ͦ̅          ͇͔̙̣͎͑̈̏ͅ ̧̰̝̞͉̗̰̜̓̃ ̲̲̤̫͓̺̉̒ͥ̔͝d̼̖͔̦̯͂ͤ͐̒̏̚e̲̪͕̐͑̌͐ͮ̓̓f͈̙͎e̳̯̳͑̿a̱̥̠̭̝t̴̻͍̥̝͔ͤę̫ďͩ̅͏?̮͔̌ͩ͒͗̈̈́”

"Ńo. You wer̷e ou͘t o͏n ̵bor̷ro̡węd ҉t́ime to b̧e̵g͜i̧n wi͏t̨h."


posted on 02.09.2014 at 7:53 - 3 notes [ reblog ]
tagged as: #m!a #firstborn #m!a end
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