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Lascivious
Legacy Name: Lascivious


The Bloodred Harvester
Owner: HowVeryBlue

Age: 12 years, 9 months, 3 weeks

Born: May 31st, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: May 31st, 2011

Statistics


  • Level: 52
     
  • Strength: 48
     
  • Defense: 37
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 1
     
  • Books Read: 1
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Store Clerk


minion

The small building was once a holy place, a church of the Catholic variety, until the congregation outgrew its walls and built a larger one some miles away and left it, forgotten and unkept, at the edge of town.

Years passed and nature began to reclaim the wood that once belonged to its tall trees: flowers peeked through the pews, vines twisted their way up the altar, and small fauna nested in the confessional booths. It was a lovely sight, when they found it.

They cleaned and restored the old building and made it their home, and when their children entered the world, it was their home as well. Others from both near and far joined them, and they told stories. They told stories of how the churches they came from had abandoned them, turned them away when they needed solace the most, or because they did (according to the Church) some unforgivable deed. They discussed what brought them comfort - what brought them hope and light in their darkest hours.

Slowly but surely, the old building once again became a place of worship.

But it was far from the intent of the original architects.

Era I


The Chapel of Ritual

Lucifer! We are here for your praise, O evil one!"

The five Nameless figures, clad in black cassocks and masks stood on the dais and played their unholy music as the congregation sang out their infernal psalms, hands raised towards the massive, wooden cross that hung inverted behind the altar.

This was a special night. The moon was dark in a field of stars above, which, according to The Clergy, were perfectly aligned for the first time in centuries.

Ancient chants filled the chapel as a sixth figure aproached and took his place behind the altar, draped in black papal vestments and mitre, adorned with sinister looking symbols. Papa Emeritus, as they called him, was an old man, and he had been the head of the dark church for longer than many could remember. His brothers stood silently in the shadows, not wanting to miss a moment of their elder sibling's final ritual. Papa raised his arms, and the voices trailed into reverant silence.

"Tonight," he begain, resting his hands on the ancient altar, "We are summoned for a divine cause. Not for remembrance, but to acknowledge a great loss that has yet to come...but one that we shall set into motion on this, the most unholy of Sabbaths.

"We, like the ancient Countess, will be bathed in pure, fresh blood for the sake of youth, and life! But unlike she who came before, we shall not be tried and convicted and struck down for what we do here, no, no - our deeds will be celebrated! We will usher in a new era, unlike any the world has yet seen! The vengeance is ours, for we stand with the uncreator, by whom all shall be unmade, whose kingdom shall have no end!

"Tonight, we take these ancient scrolls, carried long and far by our predescessors, through pestilence and famine, and we shall evoke our Master, so that he may come to us and procreate his unholy bastard, sowing his seed in one of our own." Papa gestured to the congregation, meeting the eager eyes of several young women in the pews. "Let us recite now, from the black text, and bring him forth!"

Together as one, Papa, the Nameless figures, and the congregation spoke:

"Our Father, who art in Hell
Unhallowed, be thy name.
Cursed be the sons and daughters
Of thy nemesis, who art to blame.
Thy kingdom come!
nemA!"

As they spoke the final word, the heavy wooden doors opened, and two hooded figures entered the church, between them a third man, naked, walking calmly, silently to the front of the chapel. Papa placed a hand on his head, and muttered a quiet, sacred rite that only the two of them and their dark Master could hear.

One of the hooded figures produced a dagger, ancient and twisted, from the sleeve of his robe and handed it over to the old priest.

"Tonight," Papa said once more, "We summon forth His unholy fiend! Now celebrate, my children, celebrate the end!"

Warm, wet crimson drenched the altar, spattering across the faces in the front row. Papa locked eyes with a young woman who sat unflinching, despite the bloody scene before her. He noticed her dress, a mockery of a nun's robes, short and scandalous, low cut, tight around every curve, the neat white collar now dotted with red. Yes, this was her. She would be the one to recieve the beast and bear the bloodline of the Old One, the one who would bring about the end.

Era II


Kingdoms will fall, one by one

Era III

I'm the ruler of the Earth

Era IV

Don't you forget about your friend, Death

Pet Treasure


Bloody Summoning Altar

Delicious Femur

Book of Ancient Black Magic

Raw Obsidian

Steel Officer Cap

Oozy Intestines

Scarred Leather Record Book

Virus Zombie Plushie

None Too Clean Scalpel

Roll of Gauze

Meteo

Scalpel of Doom

Sweet Jalapeno Soda

Key Lime Soda

Cinnamon Spice Soda

Root Beer Soda

Vanilla Cream Soda

Black Raspberry Soda

Pet Friends