[There's a tiny hedgehog calling out to you for help. It's wearing a fancy little vampire costume that even comes along with a tiny hat and is helplessly stuck between a door and its way out. Looks like this little fella tried to rob somebody's food cabinet and got stuck trying to make a getaway.
Will you resist this cute tiny face with the huge pleading eyes?]
4. The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
[Lawless should have listened to the warnings. He really should have. But like a moth to the flame the vampire hadn't been able to resist to do exactly what he had been told not to do, reasoning that whatever happens won't be able to kill him anyway. Maybe make him a little miserable but he wouldn't be the Servamp of Greed if that could have ever stopped him. If there is something bad then it makes it just all the more worthy to conquer and possess it, riiiiiight~?
And that's how he ends up sitting smack dap in the middle of a field, getting assaulted by one memory after another as the flowers gently sway in the wind.]
Ah, I remember.
I once loved a princess... They told me not to but I did it anyway. She was headstrong and a real menace.
[Had it been worth it?]
Ophelia. You wanted to become the symbol of peace so hard...
[ .......
He'd begged her to let him help her stay alive. Run away with him.
But she had wanted something more.
She had wanted 'Peace'.
Even if that meant to die for it. He remembers standing in front of the scaffold. The sword had come down... Her head had fallen.]
But those things, it never lasts.
[Peace had barely lasted a human lifetime. Another memory comes up. His family, beloved, united. Then the vote they had held on whether or not to kill their father over the off-chance that he could 'become' a villain.
His admired oldest brother lazily deciding it by announcing that he would kill him. How nobody but Lawless had tried to stop him.]
Haha... Look at me, fool that I am crying now. It's just a memory....
[But that's what it is, isn't it. As one of the vampires of origins Lawless has endless lifetimes of people he had become close to and who he had seen rise, shine and fall in the end.
More memories.
The peace his beloved had created crumbling after just a human lifetime. One master after the other, rise, shine, fall, reapeat and repeat. How his siblings had abandoned him one by one because it had been easier to call him the broken rather than look at the mistakes they all had committed. Ignore and destroy the evidence and nobody will ever be able to blame you? Right? Rise and fall, repeat, repeat, repeat-
Then another memory. Two-colored hair, fierce eyes. Fire around them. Angelic sounds, never sorry, never slowing down, showing mercy for no-one.]
-Todoroki!! Not him, you can't take him from me now too! He isn't dead! I didn't feel him die yet! I didn't kill him!!!!
[By now the vampire has pieced together what is happening here and in the jumbled mess of his own memories and what the flowers are showing him he freaks.]
Lawless (Hyde) | SERVAMP
Kyui! Kyui kyui kyuuiiiii~!
[There's a tiny hedgehog calling out to you for help. It's wearing a fancy little vampire costume that even comes along with a tiny hat and is helplessly stuck between a door and its way out. Looks like this little fella tried to rob somebody's food cabinet and got stuck trying to make a getaway.
Will you resist this cute tiny face with the huge pleading eyes?]
4. The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
[Lawless should have listened to the warnings. He really should have. But like a moth to the flame the vampire hadn't been able to resist to do exactly what he had been told not to do, reasoning that whatever happens won't be able to kill him anyway. Maybe make him a little miserable but he wouldn't be the Servamp of Greed if that could have ever stopped him. If there is something bad then it makes it just all the more worthy to conquer and possess it, riiiiiight~?
And that's how he ends up sitting smack dap in the middle of a field, getting assaulted by one memory after another as the flowers gently sway in the wind.]
Ah, I remember.
I once loved a princess... They told me not to but I did it anyway. She was headstrong and a real menace.
[Had it been worth it?]
Ophelia. You wanted to become the symbol of peace so hard...
[ .......
He'd begged her to let him help her stay alive. Run away with him.
But she had wanted something more.
She had wanted 'Peace'.
Even if that meant to die for it. He remembers standing in front of the scaffold. The sword had come down... Her head had fallen.]
But those things, it never lasts.
[Peace had barely lasted a human lifetime. Another memory comes up. His family, beloved, united. Then the vote they had held on whether or not to kill their father over the off-chance that he could 'become' a villain.
His admired oldest brother lazily deciding it by announcing that he would kill him. How nobody but Lawless had tried to stop him.]
Haha... Look at me, fool that I am crying now. It's just a memory....
[But that's what it is, isn't it. As one of the vampires of origins Lawless has endless lifetimes of people he had become close to and who he had seen rise, shine and fall in the end.
More memories.
The peace his beloved had created crumbling after just a human lifetime. One master after the other, rise, shine, fall, reapeat and repeat. How his siblings had abandoned him one by one because it had been easier to call him the broken rather than look at the mistakes they all had committed. Ignore and destroy the evidence and nobody will ever be able to blame you? Right? Rise and fall, repeat, repeat, repeat-
Then another memory. Two-colored hair, fierce eyes. Fire around them. Angelic sounds, never sorry, never slowing down, showing mercy for no-one.]
-Todoroki!! Not him, you can't take him from me now too! He isn't dead! I didn't feel him die yet! I didn't kill him!!!!
[By now the vampire has pieced together what is happening here and in the jumbled mess of his own memories and what the flowers are showing him he freaks.]
V. Wildcard!