deathsmajesty: Art: Dark Salvation Cynthia Sheppard (Striding - Stroll)
Liliana had thought the storm would be the worst thing they would run into in their flight from her invaded home, but she had been wrong. The storm had eventually subsided, but the countryside of Stensia had become a twisted zoo. Liliana noted that every passerby had something reshaped about them. The bodies of roving vampires had the wrong silhouettes, always with too few of something, or too many. Anatomically improbable travelers raved prophecies of stone and sea at them as they staggered in diagonals.

Their trek had been long, lasting deep into the night - the werewolves had torn through her horses and zombies both, leaving them to walk. But now, finally, Liliana, Gared, and (haltingly) Dierk, had arrived at the monumental door.

Lurenbraum Fortress soared above them, a stark cliff with a citadel that protruded directly from the rock face. Higher up, the utilitarian architecture softened and elongated into tiers of ornate leaded windows, each one with its own floating chandelier of twinkling candles. In many of the windows, vampires peered down at them, wearing gleaming ancestral armor.

Liliana gestured for Gared to knock.

Gared gawked at the door's height. "You really know the lady of the house?" he asked.

Dierk, for his part, made a gurgling noise. The man's neck was broken, so his head rested at a weird angle and his throat looked lumpy. But at least his legs had gotten him here, and at least his arms had been capable of carrying the spent witchbane orb. Gared's long coat was strapped tight around Dierk's midsection, doing its best to hold the remainder of the dead man's insides in. Liliana raised her hand slightly, and Dierk squared his shoulders, but his head still dangled to one side. The desiccated tongue wouldn't stay completely inside his mouth, contributing to the gurgle. Liliana shrugged.

"I make it my business to know those who wield power," Liliana said. "As does she."

Gared banged on the door and stood back. )

[Taken and only minimally adapted from "Innistrad's Last Hope" by Doug Beyer. Follows this. NFB, NFI, OOC is wonderful!]
deathsmajesty: Art: Liliana's Indignation by Daarken (zzzChain Veil 01)
Jace had left, marching out into the storm. He hadn't gotten out of the gates before he'd turned back around, meek and apologetic, to be let into the manor once more and put to bed. This morning, he, still wild-eyed, and Ignis, still annoyed but determined, had left for the High City of Thraben.

She hadn't wanted Ignis to go back out in this weather, or to accompany a mad telepath to confront an insane angel, but she couldn't deny that his absence from Vess Manor was useful. Today, they were undertaking the riskiest experiment yet; the overlap of the storm and his absence too useful to ignore.

Liliana could almost see her reflection in the spectral-glass vessels where the wires led, and in the latticework of the witchbane orb on the windowsill, and in the conductive tubes that led out the window and up onto the roof. The etchings in her face were just visible through the Veil, once more covering her face. The lines in her skin matched the menacing light of the storm clouds outside. Lightning flickered appropriately.

Two demons still needed to die. But she had to make sure she wouldn't die herself when she managed to face them. The Chain Veil was a potent weapon, but potentially deadly to its wielder. If this worked, she could use the Veil safely. She could keep the artifact's power where it belonged - in her hands - without having to deal with the agenda of the millions of souls that made the Veil their final resting place.

And she could rid the Multiverse of her demonic creditors once and for all.

"Are we ready?" Liliana asked.

What could possibly go wrong? )

***

And elsewhere in Innistrad... )

Just as soon as Sorin's pet angel, Avacyn, was dead.

[Liliana's section adapted from "Innistrad's Last Hope" by Doug Beyer, while Nahiri's is spliced, diced, and stitched back together from "Stone and Blood" by Kelly Digges and "Emrakul Rises" by Kimberly J. Kreines. Previous post here; next post here. NFB, NFI, OOC is wonderful, as are Liliana's choices when left alone. Warning for (as always) for length.]
deathsmajesty: Art: Necromancy by Isuardi Theri (Magic - Leashes)
"Kill! Kill Her!" "Kill the witch!" A group of villagers stood outside of the church that abutted the local graveyard. They were waving farm implements, various weapons, and lit torches. "Filthy death mage!" "You'll get yours soon, witch!"

So. You might be wondering how I got here. )

[Heavily adapted from The Raven's Eye Pt 3, written by Jenna Helland and illustrated by Paul Lee. Preplayed with the unspeakably amazing [personal profile] chef_chocobro. Follows this]
deathsmajesty: Artwork: The Chain Veil by Volkan Baga (zzzChain Veil 02)
Liliana stumbled as they stepped through the portal and onto Shandalar. Lush trees encircled them, soft loam cradled their feet, the pungent smell of rotting humus sank deep into their noses. The air was sweltering and sticky, though Liliana took no more notice of that than she did in Baltimore. Perhaps there was sound—the call of birds startled by her arrival, the tromp of a baloth in the distance - but as soon as she stepped through, all of her senses were bound up by the cacophony of the Veil.

"...nurtured the root...strong enough...the vessel..."

Different voices rose and fell over each other in a constant susurrus that gnawed at the edges of her mind. Usually, it was worst right after she used magic; the rest of the time she could ignore them or drown them out with her own thoughts. But with her first step onto Shandalar, the rules had apparently changed. If she'd known it was going to be like this, she might not have been so impatient during the two month delay on their portal.

"Pipe down, boys," she said aloud, leaning against a tree to steady herself and barely aware she was speaking aloud.

"...hallowed earth...the void's first breath..."

"I said shut up!"

Silence. The voices stopped. If birds had been calling, they quieted at the sound of her outburst.

"Don't talk to me about the void," she snapped. "Now where in this cursed world am I?"

Root. Vessel. Veil. )

[Adapted, torn apart, and stitched together from The Veil of Deceit, written by James Wyatt and preplayed with the amazingly talented [personal profile] chef_chocobro. Followed by this.]
deathsmajesty: Art: Rise From The Grave by Kieran Yanner (Magic - Rise From The Grave)
Liliana had curtailed her office hours only to the few hours between her class and the end of Ignis', after which she was rushing home with unseemly haste. It had been several weeks since she'd figured out the mystery behind the skull artifact she had received at the Consortium and now she was ready to play with the delightful creature that was keyed to the skull's power.

Hmm. But first, it needed playmates.

She sent a text to Gladio because if there was anyone who would have as much fun fighting a giant, skeletal monster as she had animating it, it was him. Honestly, she debated sending out texts to even more people, just to see who might be interested in a friendly battle against one of her undead creations. After all, even if they destroyed the darling, she could just stand it back up again with a bit more mana.

Regeneration was a hell of a thing.

And once Gladio had been called, she set the skull down and summoned two zombies that barely made it through the Blind Eternities before she was permanently sacrificing them to power the skull. They fell into dust, the skull cracked like an egg, and the purple necrotic mist it released fashioned itself into a multi-headed, skeletal dinosaur that towered above the roof of the mansion. It didn't quite break the treeline, but it was close. It glowed from within by a searing purple light and together, all three heads roared their primal fury. Because magic just sometimes let things be dramatic that way, that was why.

Behold, the Dread Osseosaur.

"Oh sit," Liliana said, waving at it. "And hush. You'll spoil the surprise with all that racket." The creature sat, heads drooping like a scolded puppy. "There, there, you'll be fine," she cooed. "Once people start arriving, you can play, but until then, we're behaving."

Hmm. Maybe she could inveigle Ignis into making some snacks to nibble on while she waited.

[Okay, so SOME THINGS! Liliana is basically creating a kind of Fight Club, where interested people are welcome to come into her backyard and fight whatever fun new creation she has brought forth. It's important necromancer enrichment, okay? These creatures are confined to the property, they will not go anywhere else in town, and they are fully under her control, which means that people might get banged up a bit because it is a fight, no one is in any danger of grievous injuries or death, so please don't mod that happening. All fighting posts will be marked NFB so nobody feels obligated to investigate what is happening - basically, all participation is opt-in and without an official report on radio, nobody feels pressured or obligated to interact with these post "because it's what their characters would do." Feel free to live in blissful ignorance if you don't want to be involved, and feel free to notice/hear about/be wandering by if you'd like to interact!]
deathsmajesty: Katie McGrath as Morgana from BBC's Merlin (Thinking - Dramatic)
Liliana huffed a sigh looking at the sleeping form of her paramour, fondness and frustration both. "You are," she informed the tiny bat hanging from one of the canopy rails over her bed, "a most exasperating man and you will owe me a second vacation anywhere in the Multiverse that I care to claim it." She reached out and stroked a finger over his wings; Ignis twitched but didn't awaken; it was still far too early in the day for that.

Even with her original plans dashed - and hadn't that been a theme these last few weeks - in light of what she'd discovered in the book yesterday, it had become obvious that Ravnica was actually the best place she could be right now. She needed answers, she needed help, and she knew exactly where to turn to for both. And, as much as she hated to admit it, this errand was something best undertaken without her paramour's company. It was going to be a difficult enough interaction by itself, without the addition of a third person acting as an additional...complication.

"Keep an eye on him and make sure he has plenty of fruits to eat should he wake up before I have returned," Liliana told her zombie housemaid as she descended the stairs of her townhouse. "I'm heading out."

It was high time she paid a call to an old...friend. Jace Beleren, the Living Guildpact.

The Living Guildpact and the Undying Necromancer... )
***

The pair strolled through Ravnica's fashionable Second District arm in arm. It was a warm evening, and the streets were busy.

"So what's it like?" asked Liliana. "Being the Guildpact?"

"Exhausting," said Jace. "Everyone wants a piece of you. You're pulled in ten different directions, all the time."

"Sounds terrible," said Liliana. "Four was bad enough. Hells, being pulled in any directions is more than bad enough."

"The guilds aren't my masters," said Jace. "More like...clients. I have more freedom now than I did when I was part of Tezzeret's Consortium, that's for sure."

"But you're not the king," said Liliana. "You don't make the law. You're bound by it."

He shrugged.

"I wouldn't want to be a king," he said. "But yes. It can be...confining."

"Sir!" said a round little woman holding a basket of roses. "Sir! Buy a flower for your girlfriend?"

"She's not my--" His denial came hard on the heel's Liliana's own, a sharp "I am not his."

"Say no more, sir, madam!" said the woman with a wink. "But a flower's always a fine gift for a lady."

"She's not a--" This time, Liliana didn't protest, but she did elbow him in the ribs. "Of course," said Jace. He handed the woman a zino, told her to keep the change, and presented the rose to Liliana with a flourish.

"Sir!" said the woman, already working the couple behind them. "Sir! A flower for your boyfriend there?"

Liliana took the flower delicately and stared at it. In moments, it withered and dried into a blackened husk, which she tucked into her raven hair.

"Do you ever get tired of being difficult?" he asked.

She flashed a dizzying grin. "Never."

...and the Unkillable Soldier )

[Adapted, spindled, and mutilated from "Catching Up," by Kelly Digges. NFI, NFB, OOC is love. Don't mind me just setting up for some future shenanigans.]
deathsmajesty: Art: (Magic - Planeswalking)
The world erupted into black smoke, tendrils wrapping around her until all that remained was an inky curtain of shimmering darkness. With a single hand, she brushed the curtain aside and took a step into the Blind Eternities. The tides of creation washed over her, tugging at her gown, trying to drag her under. With the experience of centuries under her belt she did not fall, but leaned without apprehension into the winds that blew from nothingness, spreading tiny particles of probability in their wake. She trod upon the surface of memory, climbed the slopes of tomorrows that had already passed. Toxic colors circled hungrily about her, winging their way through clouds of song, but they did not disturb her trek. Before her arrival and after her passing, they knew nothing but hue and hunger, wind and want, but for the endless moments she trod above them, they knew fear.

And so begins a totally normal day wherein everything is fine and no I told you so's will be warranted )

"I think the time has come for me to take my leave," Liliana said, tossing the flowers away. "Enjoy the company of your celebrants, hero. I have other matters to attend to." A flicker of magic - really almost all she had left, she was perilously close to the end of her stamina - and several zombies appeared from the Blind Eternities behind her. They started gathering the large chunk of stones with the runes still engraved on them and then began stumbling after her. "My agendas lie elsewhere."

Like in a creepy, slowly being refurbished mansion in the woods where someone was likely impatiently waiting for her. A lesser woman would already be shying away from the...commentary...he would almost certainly have for her when she returned. She was not doing that, of course. Her internal wincing was for something else.

"You're taking fragments of the spires. Hoping to uncover more secrets?" Sorin asked. "More mysteries?"

"And why not?" she tossed over her shoulder. "Do I not deserve a few souvenirs?" She continued on her way out of town, leaving Sorin without another word, her phone in her hand as she dialed up a portal back to the island. She did glance back once and then quickly away. She didn't like the look in his eye. He looked...hungry.

Once the necromancer was out of sight, Sorin grabbed one of the dwarves by the collar and lifted him up. A moment later, his teeth sinking deep into the exposed throat, ignoring the thrashing, and drinking until the dwarf was empty. He tossed the body down to the ground and snorted. "Liliana Vess. Sorin Markov. 'Heroes'." He scrubbed the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Pitiful."

And then he was gone.

[Description of the trek through the Blind Eternities adapted from Agents of Artifice by Ari Marmell and the rest from "Grave Secrets" in Planeswalkers: Notorious #1, written by Cullen Bunn and art by French Carlomagno. Very long, as they tend be! NFI and NFB for off-island shenanigans, but OOC welcome!]
deathsmajesty: Katie McGrath (Random - Tub 01)
Liliana was getting quite tired of things whispering in her head, thank you. As if the Chain Veil weren't more than enough, now there was something else murmuring at her. She could hear whatever it was, like an insistent scratching from worlds away. Some kind of hidden force, drawing her in, dangling secrets before her like bait. A dark power calling out. She'd had many experiences with those - and, you know, most of them had been bad.

But still. She couldn't just ignore it. A dark power? Secrets? It was possible that this was somehow linked to the Chain Veil. The voice she was hearing felt like it was ancient, and she knew the Chain Veil had been created thousands of years ago.

Liliana...

"Shut up," Liliana muttered, which made the Onakke spirits whisper, *Vessel of destruction...* in her head. "Oh come off it, you don't have a monopoly over being told to shut up," she snapped at them. "That being said, do shut up."

She was also getting tired of telling things to shut up while she was supposed to be relaxing in her bathtub.

Something needed to be done about this. And while she wasn't yet ready to handle the Chain Veil, tracking down this hidden power was certainly within her capabilities.

Liliana...
deathsmajesty: Art: Liliana Vess by solidgrafi (Magic - Clouds)
The courtyard Liliana and her undead escort walked out into was beautiful. It resembled an ornate garden with stands of fruit trees and gold-and-white flowers clearly cultivated with painstaking care. Directly in front of them was the Tree of Redemption, an ancient, sprawling tree with crimson leaves. It was beautiful and welcoming - at least until one looked closely enough to see the nooses that dangled from the branches.

"This is where you'll end up with Avacyn's grace," the corpse of Kelse said from where she was flanking Liliana's left.

"Well, she should really get right on that," Liliana said, striding forward under the tree. As she passed under the boughs, the nooses burned with black fire and fell to ashes to the ground. A stupid waste of power. Rope was cheap and it wasn't like she cared about anyone who'd ever been executed on this tree. But it was the principle of the thing and right now Liliana's principles extended a hearty fuck you, to the Church and anything resembling 'Avacyn's grace.'

As they passed beneath the tree into the heart of the garden, the fruit trees gave way leaving an open view of the rest of the courtyard. The Kirch Falls thundered beneath them down into the Lake of Herons, but even the massive falls couldn't take attention away from the focal point of the back of the courtyard: The Helvault )

For a moment, all sound ceased.

Then cracks appeared in the Helvault, rays of light piercing through the night from within. Then a blast obliterated the ghouls, knocked the cathars to the ground, and flung Liliana and Thalia backwards off their feet. A helix of golden light streaked skyward from the remains of the Helvault, illuminating the sky with its brilliant glow. The sundered monolith, fell to pieces and ribbons of dark Æther flew away in all directions; a host of demonic entities now freed of their prison. A tall gray-skinned, white-haired kor woman staggered out of the remains of the rock and vanished in a resounding boom. Liliana raised her eyebrows - a Planeswalker had been imprisoned in the Helvault? And then a guttural cry sent shivers through their very souls as a ten foot tall demon with huge bat-like wings that seemed to blot out the sky and arms that ended in wicked scythes pulled himself free.

Liliana struggled to her feet, mouth forming his name, but Griselbrand didn't wait, vaulting himself into the air and flying away. She stared after him, mouth agape as her prey once more escaped her grasp, and only realized there was still one last being in the Helvault when the assembled cathars gasped and pushed themselves to the knees in reverence as a luminous being soared from the wreckage.

Avacyn, the Angel of Hope: pure, whole, and eternal.

"Rise, my cathars," she said in a voice like a golden balm, spreading warmth and healing to all who heard it. They did, all except Thalia, who stayed on her knees, head bowed. From the golden spiral that pierced the sky, hundreds of angels came pouring out, voices raised in song and praise, their despair thrown off at Avacyn's return. "Go, my sisters," Avacyn commanded. "I feel a wrongness in my city, our people need you." Swords held high, the angels turned and arced away towards the remaining undead army in the Outer Ring.

Well, Liliana thought. This might just get awkward.

***

"Oh, good," said Prompto, with a deeply exhausted sigh and a sway on his feet that wasn't even entirely dramatics, "the actual cavalry is finally here."

And indeed they were, and they were remarkably quick about it, too, in a way that made Gladio feel a flash of anger, though he kept swinging his sword to clear up what the angels hadn't gotten to yet. "About damn time," he murmured, shaking his head and taking a moment, to watch the swiftness of just how quickly this particular tide had turned. He was feeling pretty exhausted, too, but mostly just irritated, and he went to fill Ignis in on all that had been happening in the meantime, since he could only imagine what filling in those blanks must have been like for someone only hearing and feeling all of this and not actually getting to see it.

"So what now?" asked Prompto, still somewhat vibrating from the sudden shift in the rush of adrenaline and the relatively sudden cessation of it, or perhaps that was just a shudder from the sudden chill of aftermath. "Do we help? Find the survivors, make sure everyone's okay?"

"I feel like we've done enough cleanup for these guys," Gladio grunted, his sword swinging back to rest on his shoulders for a moment before looking over toward Ignis. "Specs?"

See? Angels are useless )

[Yet another installment, though the next one is the last! Still, y'all know the drill: NFI, NFB, OOC is great, heap praises on the head of [personal profile] chef_chocobro! Bits taken nearly verbatim from Angel's Rise and Demon's Release by Doug Beyer, but others parts twisted, spindled, expanded and smashed back together. Follows this post and this post and is continued here]
deathsmajesty: Art: Liliana, Untouched By Death by Terese Nielson (Uncertain - Mistrustful)
(Letter from Geralf, Budding Assassin and Conqueror of Thraben; 48th of Hunter's Moon, Ava. 716)

My dear Gisa,

May I commend you on your excellent progress! I see smoke rising from the wall. Your triumphal entry into the city will be glorious indeed.

You will be pleased to know that I write you from the lunarch's chambers! It was all too simple really. Knock knock, it's death calling. He simply answered the door. I killed him with a golden letter opener and kept the heart for you!

While I could bask in my ascendancy for hours, I don't want to leave you on the doorstep by yourself. What kind of host would I be? I shall leave the splendor of my new cathedral and be at your side presently.

Your loving brother,
Geralf


***

"What is he doing?"

Night had fallen before they found Bishop Volpaig's residence, a modest two-story townhouse in a neighborhood better known for its middle class merchants than its ties to the ecclesiastical community. However, while the house was occupied by three servants, Volpaig himself still hadn't made an appearance and so they'd retreated for a few hours, waiting for either the servants to retire of the bishop to return, and avoiding the patrols enforcing curfew. Ignis deemed it too risky to infiltrate his house when they had no idea his defenses and he wasn't even there to interrogate, while Liliana chafed at the continued delay.

However, their caution was rewarded when, sometime after midnight, not only had Volpaig returned home, but he'd dismissed his single cathar guard and his staff. But he had not retired, oh no. Instead he'd doused every light in his house but a single lamp and was moving about from room to room in some kind of furtive frenzy.

Ignis frowned thoughtfully as he considered this question, in light of everything Liliana had whispered to him in description and everything he had heard and sensed with his own ears, as well. He wished a better answer had come to him more quickly, but as he started to put together the late return, the dismissal of the staff as well as his guard, and the movement around the residence, he had come to two possible conclusions.

Well, three. But he wasn't entirely convinced that Liliana had only asked her question rhetorically.

"Could he be searching for something?" he wondered. "That he would not care to have anyone else know is there? But he could perhaps be preparing to make an exit, with the cover of night to help him, after ensuring to leave very little trace behind."

"Or perhaps preparing for some kind of ritual," Liliana suggested. Her eyes narrowed and she added crossly, "He'd better not be leaving, I am not hunting him down all over again."

Look, she was a little cranky at the delay. Griselbrand needed to be dead already.

"Well, whatever he's doing, I'm pretty sure we don't want him to finish." And they might as well make their move while he was distracted. "Are you any good at picking locks, my darling?" Liliana wasn't, but she had her own ways to get inside the house if need be.

Ignis should dual-class Fighter: Battlemaster and Rogue: Mastermind, change my mind. )

***

Liliana washed her face, making sure to remove all traces of her bloody nose, and considered her next move. All right, fine. She couldn't make good on her threat to Volpaig, but she still had one more chance. Mikaeus, lunarch of the Church of Avacyn.

Looked like she was heading back to the Cathedral after all.

[Clearly still preplayed with the fantastic [personal profile] chef_chocobro, who gets all the thanks in the world. NFB, NFI, OOC always adored. Warning for battle and NPC death. Follows this post and this one.]
deathsmajesty: Katie McGrath as Morgana from BBC's Merlin (Head-Tilt - Angry Glare)
(Excerpt from a letter to the Bishops of Thraben; 48th of Hunter's Moon, Ava. 716)

...The news of Mikaeus's death must be kept secret at all cost. He will be sealed in the Tomb of the Lunarchs with no ceremony. Church business must carry on. To this matter, I am summoning all of the Bishops of Thraben to the Cathedral to discuss how best to carry on without the Lunarch, as well as naming a potential successor. I remind you all, this is not the time to be politicking, we have work to do

As to the murderer, we have set our best inquisitors on solving this heinous crime. Most of the corpse was recovered, but the heart is unaccounted for.

Bishop Alwin

After their phone conversation this morning, Ignis had left Luke's and taken the first portal to Innistrad he could catch, meeting up with her at her manor and portaling to Thraben together, planning what to do now that they had the target in their sights. The early afternoon sun was surprisingly bright for all that it was still bitterly cold, and they'd readied themselves for a long, miserable day of searching for this 'Volpaig,' crossing the length and breadth of the city. And promptly discovered that no such intense search would be required. It did not take long for someone to recognize the name Volpaig; he was, after all, one of the bishops of the Church. Not a particularly high or powerful one, but one with name recognition and a quickly-growing influence.

Upon hearing this, Liliana simply laughed, low and dark. )

***

Located on the eastern tip of the mesa, Thraben Cathedral towered over the rest of the city, tall and imposing, a constant reminder of the might and glory of Avacyn and her faithful. Though, on their way through the city, Liliana saw no vampires bound and starving to the Bloodless Wall, and few new fangs wedged into the Fang Wall, and felt that was a far better indication of how things were going in the archangel's absence than an oversized building's glimmering spires and brightly colored glass windows. Even more telling was the lack of angels in flight around jutting heights of Avacyn's Tower and the devastated protections on the Blessed Grafs; burial sites that took up entire city blocks around the Cathedral, dedicated to the wealthy, the noble, and the holy.

While Liliana had been narrating these changes to Ignis with an eagerness that some might quantify as 'unseemly,' her voice changed to confusion as they drew close enough for her to see that the Cathedral doors were shut tight. And then shifted from confusion to disdain as she discovered that not every angel had vanished from Thraben; there was at least one, resplendent in burnished armor and white surcoat, standing guard before the doors.

Angels. Why'd it have to be angels? )

[Preplayed with the most amazing [personal profile] chef_chocobro, who I can't fangirl at hard enough. NFB, NFI, OOC tastes like candy. Follows this post and continues in this one]
deathsmajesty: Katie McGrath as Morgana from Merlin (Looking - Considering You)
After the conversations she'd had, particularly with Steven, Liliana had been in a quietly contemplative mood coming back from Nell and Gladio's - enough so that it had taken her a few minutes to notice that Ignis was angling them back toward the mansion, rather than to the apartment as they'd been spending their Monday nights, out of deference for both Ignis' shift at Luke's and Liliana's attempts to keep him in bed for as long as possible. There had been a slight pause as she noted the change in direction, and then she'd continued along beside him, offering no commentary beyond squeezing his hand as they went.

Sometimes, you didn't need words. Or at least, not immediately.

Her introspection had lasted the rest of the evening up until they had gone to bed. It hadn't actually helped her work through much, but it had given her a place to start. And that place was here. MHA #18. Where she was starting the process of packing on Ignis' behalf.

Okay, technically, her steward was really doing the packing. But Liliana was helping. Supervising. Involved.

Look, it was her idea and she was present, she should absolutely get credit, okay?

Actually, her attempts at busywork had gotten her at least helping to organize thing, and little did she realize that they'd actually worked their way straight through the normal time she visited Ignis for lunch and, moreover, it was almost time for him to leave work.

"Hmm. How do I ask him to come here without giving the surprise away?" Liliana mused before sending this ever-so-helpful text that would surely not at all cause any consternation.

"Hello darling. Rather than returning to the mansion, would you be so kind as to meet with me at your apartment? Just drop me a text when you're on your way, I'll meet you there."


[For the gentleman whose this modded-with-permission apartment used to belong to (no not you, Gladio), though open for calls and texts?]
deathsmajesty: Katie McGrath as Morgana from BBC's Merlin (Thinking - Might've Made A Slight Miscal)
The first juggler, wearing studded red leathers and ribbons that ended in sharp metal fishhooks, Cut for graphic and potentially disturbing imagery )

***

Liliana surfaced into the streets of the Upper City well after midnight, still idly wiping away the spatters of blood )

***

Liliana let herself into the mansion, the piece of shaped metal in her hands a twin to the the one she'd pressed into Ignis' hand the day before her party, full of meaning and significance. She tossed her mantle over a table in the foyer, and started making her way deeper into the house to head upstairs to the bedroom - though she stopped short when her steward stepped into the way. He said nothing, simply bowed - and gestured into the parlor. Frowning she walked into the room - and there saw Ignis, sprawled on the divan, his phone in his hand, sleeping the sleep of the positively exhausted.

Part of her didn't wish to wake him. Surely any conversation they could have could wait until the morning. But also she knew what she would want him to do, were their roles reversed. And how she would feel, to find him sleeping blithely up in the bed, while being left to sleep on the divan. So instead, she crossed to him, bending down to brush cold lips across his cheek, and murmur, "Wake up, 'Nys. It's time to come to bed."

[For he who is mentioned and permissibly modded! Pretty much everything in the first section c/p'd directly from Greg Weisman's War of the Spark: Ravnica and then lightly changed for content. (Look, it's a perfect depiction of Rakdos entertainment and it needed to see the light of day). Content warning beneath that first cut for gore and violence! Everything on Ravnica NFB, obviously.]
deathsmajesty: Art: Liliana Vess by Josue Macias (Thinking - Deep In Thought)
Liliana came up from her workroom in the basement, yawning and stretching. She wasn't sure how long she'd been down there, working on her enchantments, but the light coming in through the windows suggested it was still the black of true night outside, not yet the deep, dark blue that heralded the approach of dawn. But also the stiffness in her limbs and the creak in her back also suggested she'd been down there far longer than she'd intended. Even eternal youth couldn't stop one's muscles from cramping after - she finally came to a clock and noted the time - almost eight hours of being bent over spellbooks and magical accoutrements.

But! She'd gone down after eating dinner, which meant nobody was allowed to fuss at her for skipping meals. Even if her stomach did grumble at the memory of dinner. Which had been eaten--right. More than eight hours ago now, whoops. But still! She'd eaten dinner, she was in the clear, she was pretty sure.

She gave thought to eating now, but she was tired. Better to just take a quick shower, hot enough to relax her muscles and raise her body temperature, and then climb into bed. But twenty minutes and one steaming hot shower later, bed just didn't seem as appealing as it really should, even with its collection of large pillows and thick, fluffy blankets, and sheets that weren't quite as soft as clouds and baby cheeks, but weren't that far off, either. She looked at her vast bed in vague discontent and wondered why she wasn't just collapsing onto it.

Ah. Of course.

The picnic.

Tomorrow was the picnic, her first as a teacher. Obviously, she wished to show up, chat with her fellow teachers, meet new students, experience one of these vaunted Fandom picnics for herself. But if she fell asleep now, odds were very good that she'd just end up sleeping through the whole thing - or most of it, anyway. And who wanted to show up at the bitter end of party, along with all the weird people who hadn't realized it was time to go home yet?

There was really only one thing to do for it now.

***

The door to MHA #18 eased open, Liliana tucking her key back into her pocket, and was softly closed and locked a moment later. She toed her shoes off and made her way to Ignis' room, moving quietly yes, but not trying to sneak. When wandering through the apartment of battle-trained soldiers, the sound of deliberate stealth would likely wake them up much faster than the sounds of ordinary movement would, especially with a cat and a baby in the house.

Once in Ignis' room, she stripped off her outer layers and slid into bed with him, making approving noises at the pre-warmed sheets. Ignis, by this point accustomed to Liliana sliding into bed with him at random hours, barely stirred, other than to reach out and wrap an arm around her, murmuring something she didn't catch at the coolness of her skin. With a happy little smile, Liliana cuddled in closer and closed her eyes, his body heat relaxing her just as much as her earlier shower had.

This had been a most excellent idea. Ignis would never let her sleep through the picnic. Sure, she might wake up a little short on sleep, but he'd also make her good coffee and an amazing breakfast and that would keep her going until it was time to leave for the school.

10/10, no notes for Liliana Vess, brilliant tactician.

[Apartment and occupant modded with permission.]
deathsmajesty: Art: The Hidden Planeswalker Fabiana Mascolo Art (Talking - Relaxed)
Liliana had learned that Nell had never been to a spa before and had immediately decided that such an injustice needed to be remedied. And then she'd met Annie and while she didn't know a great deal about motherhood - no one was going to mistake her for a maternal figure, she would be an indulgent wine aunt at best and only once the child was old enough to be interesting - one thing she did know was that it was exhausting and unglamourous and that Annie would probably appreciate the opportunity to be petted and pampered for a bit. And, of course, if she were to invite Annie, she couldn't possibly ignore the other mother of a baby, and Liz had been invited along as well.

Liliana, of course, deserved to be petted and pampered simply because she was Liliana. No further reason required.

For all that she could spend a full day at a spa quite easily, she'd limited their time to only two hours, figuring that Annie, at least, would be hesitant to spend much longer than that away from the twins. But they were certainly making the most of those two hours. First had come the forty-five minute massages to get them to relax. After that, they'd spent fifteen minutes getting their hair washed - though it was more like a soothing scalp massage that happened to include water and toiletries. Then they had gotten wrapped up in their luxurious bathrobes and whisked away to their mani-pedi appointments.

They were currently sitting in comfortable chairs that had been arranged to face one another, though with enough room between them for the nail technicians to comfortably provide them with their pedicures. The chairs had cunning little tray tables built in so they could enjoy the sumptuous and moddable lunch the spa had provided while their feet were soaked, scrubbed, massaged, moisturized, and toe nails polished. In roughly a half an hour, their lunches would be removed so their hands could undergo the same treatment, but for now, they were able to lounge in their seats, eating delicious foods and drinking fresh juice - Liliana had forewent wine for all of them in deference to Annie and Nell - and just (hopefully!) enjoying the sensation of being justly spoiled. The candles that seemed to spring up everywhere and anywhere just added to the ambience, as if the island had known what they were planning and had chosen its holiday whimsy to match.

She did so love it when the universe catered to her desires without her having to lift a finger.

[For them what were named and up early for SP! No pinging order, I declare a messy thread free-for-all, have at!]
deathsmajesty: Art: Madness by Ittoku (Magic - Madness)
So, Liliana had had a delightful time trolling Ignis yesterday with her gremlin behavior, and while she stood by every delightful moment of it, she did think that perhaps some extra sweetness wouldn't go amiss today. If for no other reason than to keep him on his toes and guessing.

She'd hate to get predictable, after all.

With Ignis running out to the store briefly, Liliana had taken advantage of his absence to do a little 'walking of her own, appearing in manor on Innistrad to grab a bottle of wine from her cellar, a delicious red she remembered combining tartness with some savory notes. It had reminded her of a walk across a forest floor in late autumn, a bit austere with a little smoke, almost hints of something like tobacco and even a little mushroom. She figured even if he didn't like it, it would probably unlike anything he'd tasted recently and that was worthwhile by itself. It had been a very small batch from they heyday of vintner who had died almost fifty years ago, and if there were any bottles besides this one, they were probably tucked away in some vampire's cellar. If this didn't show Ignis she was willing to play nice, she didn't know what would.

Wine bottle in hand, she prepared to 'walk back to Earth when she heard something shatter upstairs.

Eyes narrowed, she slid the wine bottle into one of the deep pockets of her gown, and exited out of her wine cellar, striding past her dungeon and the conveniently close work rooms, and climbed up the steps to the main floor. What in Grixis were those blasted zombies doing? They were usually so careful--

It was only when she was opening the door into the kitchen did she remember that she had sent all of her zombie guards and servants away from the manor to look for Griselbrand. Which meant that no one should be in her home.

And certainly not a shirtless vampire )

Liliana knew what that rude and petty bitch had done, but couldn't bear to look until the black vapour that heralded her Planeswalking had delivered her right into her bathing chamber. Before doing anything else, she turned on the taps, the water hot as possible, and only then stripped off her gown. As she feared, it was reeking and sodden, red liquid staining the fabric and her leg, too. "That was the last bottle, you miserable cow," she groaned, wadding it all up into a bundle of wet fabric and glass shards and kicking it into the corner of the room for her steward to deal with. The gouges on her arm got a cursory cleaning, the bandaging could come after her bath, and then, the water finally high enough, she climbed into her truly ridiculous tub and sank in it as far as she could go.

She definitely still needed to kill Griselbrand, no question there. But she was absolutely and without a doubt adding Henrika Domnathi to that list, too.

And she had yet more renovations to oversee.

A necromancer's work was never done.

[Technically establishy, unless that guy with the opinions wants to pop in and have OPINIONS. Everything before and inside the cut NFB for off-islandness, everything after the cut is OKFB. Descriptions of the angel summoned by Liliana blatantly stolen from Agents of Artifice by Ari Marmell, because there was no way I was gonna do a whole canon thing about Jace, but her cool-ass Crypt Angel deserved to see the light of day. Warning beneath the cut for violence, death of an innocent bystander, and violence against already undead animals.]
deathsmajesty: Art: The Raven's Eye Pt 3 illus by Paul Lee (Injured - Crawling)
Liliana staggered through the Blind Eternities )

***


At first glance, it looked like a falling star, plummeting through the sky above Fandom's beach. Except rather than light, it was surrounded by inky swirls of darkness. But if someone sharp-eyed peered close enough, they could see through those swirls. See a pale flash of skin covered in red. See a mass of dark curls. Even see the occasional flash of purple fabric, mostly hidden amongst maroon.

Liliana Vess looked like a blood-drenched porcelain doll, hurtling to Earth. Her eyes were closed, her body limp. She looked small in the air, but at that speed, the crater she'd make when she hit would be impressive.

[For the nighttime superhero, please! Anything below the cut is NFB, but the rest is okay for radio!]
deathsmajesty: Art: Hidden Planeswalker #2 (Variant 3B) by Valentina Remenar (Magic - Focus)
Liliana appeared in Kothophed's throne room in a cloud of black, inky vapor, already wearing the Chain Veil that Kothophed had sent her to retrieve all those many months ago. Well, she had, in a roundabout fashion, completed her task. She had fetched the Veil and now had brought it back to him. She just had no intention of giving it to him. The only thing she would be delivering to Kothophed today was his death.

Finally.

The first of four. But mostly certainly not the last. Before she was done, all of the demons that had thought to own her soul, to enslave Liliana Vess, would lie broken and bleeding at her feet. )

Kothophed was flakes of ash and drops of burning blood and Liliana swayed on her feet. She was exhausted and in pain, light-headed and more than a little dizzy. Red trailed down one of the chains of the veil and, confused, she pulled it off to see what it was.

Blood. Bright, rich, red, human blood. Her blood. Her skin was slick with it. "Oh," she said, looking at the ever-widening pool at her feet. Her eyelids were heavy and she was starting to shake and shiver, suddenly very cold. Both a necromancer and healer-trained, she knew that this much blood was a very bad sign, but she couldn't bring herself to care. There was only one thing worth thinking about as she used the last of her strength to step into the Blind Eternities and stagger back to Fandom.

"One down."

[Taken from "The Veil's Curse, Pt 3" by Doug Beyer, with a few lines from "Liliana's Origin: The Fourth Pact" by James Wyatt. NFB, NFI, OOC welcome! Warning for NPC death, blood, and violence]
deathsmajesty: Artistic Credit Coming Soon (zzzOOC - Black Mana)
On the plane of Shandalar, deep in the ruins of an ancient temple, something stirred. A big something - a hulking brute of a man, a few inches over eight feet tall and easily weighing half a ton of pure muscle. A rusty helm covered his hair and the top half of his face, leaving his jaw and bushy reddish beard. A thick fur cloak adorned with yellowing horns covered his shoulders, leaving his chest bare except for a single strap slung crosswise to hold an axe the size of a man over his back. As he shifted the last rock free, leaving him exposed to the humid air of the jungle, he let out a maddened howl that echoed through the landscape, causing flocks of ravens to take to the air in a cacophony of wings and harsh croaks.

"DEATH MAGE! I WILL FIND YOU AND EAT YOUR HEART!"


The trail had gone cold. She could be anywhere. Any plane. Needle in an infinite haystack. I know of one who knows her. I vowed never to go back there. But now I know where I must go. )

[Taken and adapted from The Veil's Curse, Parts 1 and 3 by Doug Beyer. NFI, NFB, OOC welcome! Just setting up some stuff, don't even mind me.]

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