Lady Aleister

Anyone else want to do my matrices??

Even for his last day as a butler, Veran awoke early, moving carefully not to disturb Aya, who slept well after coming to him. Veran's wounds were more or less fully healed, which was quite surprising seeing as they were from Lucifer himself. They would probably scar over. It wouldn't be the first scar on his body. He heard a gentle knock on the door, and Veran perked up a little, fixing his coat as he opened the door to see Wulfric. The poor werewolf looked almost scared as he opened the door to Veran's room and he had perfect reason to be so. "Good Morning. You're about 10 minutes late." of course Veran was late getting up too. There was no way he wanted to face the day. Sure, he was about to enjoy his ever so long waited for meal...but also kill his master... Aya was motionless, one could think she was dead...or even a still doll. "She came to my room last night. Nightmare. I didn't kill her yet, I am not that careless." he took the tea-tray from Wulfric calmly, placing it on the nightstand beside Aya, his eyes looking down at her. Hearing the commotion, she stirred, Aya soon slowly sitting up. "Good Morning Aya." he beckoned to her, Aya rubbing her eyes. Aya took the teacup from him, taking a sip and laying her eyes on Wulfric. "Wulfric, come here," she called for him, waiting for him to approach. "Thank you." she sat up a little more, rubbing his hair like a dog. Veran sharpened his eyes a little, wondering what Aya was exactly doing. She came to a stop, setting the tea down and standing up, walking off to her room. Veran looked at Wulfric for a second with a rather confused look on his face. Aya was thanking Wulfric. Wulfric was the first new servant she met on her journey and always did what he could to watch the house for her. He was the guard dog of the guard dog's house. He was Aya's second favorite servant. Aya really hoped Wulfric knew all of this. Veran helped Aya have an early bath and get changed, delicately drying her hair for her. Once this was done, Veran headed down to prepare breakfast and Aya was in her study...writing a letter to Wulfric and Lazarus about what to do with her manor. She was giving her line of clothing to Lazarus, and if he wanted to cancel it, he could. Her manor...she gave to all of those she has met. All of those who have helped her during the apocalypse. Alexander got her study, specifically because of all the stuff she had in there. There were records dating back to her great-grandparents and some of the Everus family history. There was also French books, German books, and practically a copy of every single work of Shakespeare, Poe, and other famous writers.There was also letters to Samael she never gave to him. Aya also included her kitchen to Alexander. Honestly, she let everyone take whatever they really wanted to. They all deserved it. Veran, however...he did not get much. He got her soul, her eyepatch, and her ring. That was all that was listed. Breakfast was soon ready, and all guest who were still there were called down.

Our tornado warning is gone but we are on the lookout still

we are seriously about to get hit with a tornado, maybe two. Please pray for my family and my big sister.

Are you sure

In some really ugly storms right nowwww

"For sacrifice." Aya raised her glass to Alexander. "And for Aya, the one who brought us together..." Veran opened his mouth like he was about to add to this, but stopped, placing his glass of straight vodka the Boogeyman poured into his cup without his consent. "And who will be my most precious meal." he snickered to himself, downing the vodka in one go, it wouldn't effect him at all. The dinner party went on, and it was not until around 11 pm Aya decided to get up. Like few of them there, she was human, and young, and needed to rest. "I am bidding myself to bed. You all are welcome to spend the night here, Veran will show you to your rooms." Aya stood, Veran standing as well. "Excuse us." he walked off with Aya, not even stumbling, around 12 shots of vodka bottles where he sat. -- Veran pulled Aya's covers over her, looking down at her. "Are you okay?" she then ask Veran, his eyes looking down at her. Veran took a second to respond. "Yes." he nodded to her. "Good night, Aya." he began to step out before Aya sat up. "Veran." she called after him. Veran stopped, looking back at Aya. "Can you wait until tomorrow?" she asked. He nodded slowly, then heading out of the room. He left Aya to sleep, and for him to send the guest to their rooms if they wished. ~Later that night~ "Aya." a kind voice called, Aya opening her eyes to see Samael, smiling at her. They looked to be on a ridge full of lilies,* Samael holding onto her hand. "Come look." he offered, Aya smiling and following him down a quaint cobblestone path. "Where are Veran and Alexander?" she asked. "They are on the other side of the river.**" he brought her to the edge of the ridge, and as she looked down, there was burnt grass. The bodies of everyone she and Veran had killed lay in the burnt grass. Mutated, burnt, broken into pieces, shot, and crushed. "It's time to go join them, Aya. After all, that is where we belong." Aya did not look at Samael who spoke, she already felt his warm blood seeping onto her hand. When she looked slowly up at him, she saw that peaceful smile, and the wound she caused. "Aya, why do you look so scared?" the voices began talking to her, of all those she has killed. "Aya, death just looks scary." "Come on Aya, let's go!" "Aya"` "Aya! What's wrong?" "Come play with us!" "There is nothing to worry about!" "I love you, Aya." ~~~ Aya jerked awake, gasping and shaking. She tried to catch her breath, stumbling up out of her bed. "Veran?" she called out. No avail. She quickly walked over to her door, opening it and peering down the long, dark hallway. It was scary...especially after a dream like that. She bolted, running down the stairs, rushing to Veran's room like the world was falling apart behind her. Aya reached for the doorknob, and a soon as she opened it, she was shocked with Veran at the door, looking like he just threw himself together. "Veran..." Aya breathed out, him looking down at her as she let herself into his room, embracing the demon. "Bad dream?" he asked, placing his hand on Aya's head. She nodded softly. "You can sleep with me tonight if it would make you feel any better?" he offered. Aya looked up at him, nodding slowly. "If that's okay with you..." * In reference to the lily, which is commonly associated with funerals ** In reference to the river styx

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See you Tuesday

Honestly kinda not cool at all. My Book of Roses roleplay is about to get lit again and the fact that me and Star control almost all the characters TOGETHER, it is a buzz kill.

Going to go see Beauty and the Beast tomorrow with my best friend!!

Le me, a roleplayer, looking down my thread: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON

It's still March 31st here. I am going to be tricked tomorrow. I might as well be tricked early.

You died man. You disappeared.

Francis???!

WHT IS EVEN GOINGON

Oh my gosh not this april fools joke again

Thanks Dad

Charlotte had run off to get Aya and Veran after the meal was done, finding the two because of the scent of a demon. She knocked on the door and opened it, walking over to Aya's side. "Dinner is ready, milady!" She held up a finger and winked before looking down at Veran. "Do demons usually sleep? I've really never seen a human-looking one before...especially under the contact of a human!" she laughed lightly. "Unlike reapers, demons don't need sleep...and the human-looking ones are the more powerful ones so be careful with what you say." Veran sat up slowly, Aya stepping back, wondering if he heard all she said earlier. "Everyone made dinner for us since tomorrow...." Aya began but Veran nodded, cutting her off. "Let us go then." Aya helped him up, and the three went back to the dining hall. Aside from Charlotte, the two were greeted with a wonderful aroma of dishes of every kind. "Who let someone cook in my kitchen?" Veran growled out loud, those hearing him stopping out of fear. "I-I think Jane arranged it...?" Aya muttered as an answer. Veran sighed, calming himself. "That's okay then. As long as it was her..." Veran pulled a chair out for Aya and Aya urged him to sit down beside her. Everyone began shuffling into their seats. In the years Veran has been with Aya...this was the first time every chair has been filled at her table....every chair but one. That one chair...for Samael...right beside Aya and across from Veran. "Everyone...I thank you very much for cooking and helping us out today. Though the outlook does not look so good for me, please continue to be yourselves the way I know you." Aya raised her glass, letting the dinner begin. Everyone but Veran would eat though...as he gets his meal tomorrow.

I just made it awkward

Hi Dad ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hello my name is Paranoid

Aya smiled contently at everyone as they all rushed in their own directions, determined to make this a wonderful night for her. As they did so, Aya turned to go and get herself changed. Many things rushed through her head. Who would see her cinematic record? Would it hurt when her soul was consumed? Would it just disappear or be with Veran forever? She was so scared. She changed by herself into a cream nightgown that would be warm enough for the chill of the night...it was already late so why not change into this. Brushing her hair, she looked into her mirror, remembering what Lucifer had said to Veran as "Les oiseaux dans la charmille" played softly on her phonograph. Contract seals were given to all demons, each one different, symbolizing things about that demons life. Veran's seal was prominent by a cross. He used to be a child of God. She placed her hairbrush down, standing up and flipping off the Phonograph. It was too weird not having Veran beside her. She quietly opened her door, making her way back to Veran's room. She had to ask him more questions. She opened the door quietly, walking over to Veran's side. He didn't move, and his breath was steady. Did he...fall asleep? Aya soundlessly giggled, looking down at that useful butler of hers and signing, pulling his sheets onto him. "I guess demons rest when they are going through hard times..." She muttered, resting her arms on the bed beside Veran as she looked at him. What a creature. He could be so terrifying and then be so vulnerable. This is actually this first time she has seen him in such a pitiful state. He was a demon...but also no less a human either. "You know Veran...I was told once demons used to be angels, but because they bore unrealistically high expectations, they were cast into hell. I see now that..it is true."

Les oiseaux dans la charmille~