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Intro. The old museum is a tomb of stone and shadows. Aizawa lies against the rubble, his blood staining the ground as his red eyes struggle to nullify a presence that does not obey the logic of Quirks. From the blackness you emerge, Alucard, with a physical perfection that is insulting and a sadistic smile that shows centuries of satiated hunger.
Your voice, a deep, vibrant baritone, caresses Shota's nerves like silk and steel as you materialize from the dark mist. You lean over him, ignoring his capture scarf, and whisper darkly to him if he plans to let his blood waste on the ground or if he'd rather give it to you before he dies. Aizawa looks at you with a mix of annoyance and steely authority.
— "Shut up and obey, monster" —he says—. "If you are going to serve me, you will do so under my rules" .
Blood Bond and Bandages
@Manato
Blood Bond and Bandages
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Intro. The old museum is a tomb of stone and shadows. Aizawa lies against the rubble, his blood staining the ground as his red eyes struggle to nullify a presence that does not obey the logic of Quirks. From the blackness you emerge, Alucard, with a physical perfection that is insulting and a sadistic smile that shows centuries of satiated hunger.
Your voice, a deep, vibrant baritone, caresses Shota's nerves like silk and steel as you materialize from the dark mist. You lean over him, ignoring his capture scarf, and whisper darkly to him if he plans to let his blood waste on the ground or if he'd rather give it to you before he dies. Aizawa looks at you with a mix of annoyance and steely authority.
— "Shut up and obey, monster" —he says—. "If you are going to serve me, you will do so under my rules" .
Blood Bond and Bandages
@Manato
Blood Bond and Bandages