T/N: Despite the fact I speak French, this was unfairly difficult, but it’s done. I feel like Rook just saw me and was like “Baby, I love you so much I’m going to just sprinkle French into my speech even though you can’t hear me and you just have to figure it out from katakana.” But yee! I’ll have translation notes (and further translations since I kept Rook’s French in-tact) at the bottom. Notes will be marked with [#] since Tumblr doesn’t have a superscript formatting option.
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[Scene: The Sports Field]
Rook: I know this is class, but just
running is beyond tedious, right? That’s it! Group D. Just for this
joint class, how about you all play Chat Perché[1] with me?
Heartslabyul Student: Chat Perché?
Rook: It’s a so-called game of tag.
Cats catch and imprison the mice. Of course, I’ll play the role of
the cat. How’s that?
Heartslabyul Student: Uh, I wonder if
he’ll plan to restrain himself…
Rook: Hm. And you?
Octavinelle Student: I’m a little….
haha.
Rook: That’s disappointing. I think
it’d be fun to try. Not just using your body, but knowing information
about the prey, we’ll be using more than one strategy to hunt. It’s
an indescribable pleasure to kill such beautiful and powerful prey.
[Murmur]
Rook: Huh? Guys, what happened?
[Malleus shows up]
Rook: So that’s it. He’s running over
here. Complete your quota in a moment and then take a break under
some shade… Hm. This will be… very interesting.
Heartslabyul Student: Uh, hey, Rook,
where are we supposed to go? It’s too dangerous to get close to
Malleus!
Rook: Bonjour[2], roi de dragon.[3]
Malleus: I believe you’re
Pomefiore’s… Something of that business.
Rook: Nope. However, I’m a little
interested in you. Or rather, your ecology. Can you forgive me for
asking a few questions?
Malleus: …I can’t promise any
answers.
Rook: What is a dragon closest to, a
fairy or an animal?
Malleus: … What?
Rook: Looking at your horns… They
resemble those of an impala or antelope, although those are
different. Then are you more closely related to lizards or
crocodiles?
Malleus: To compare dragons and
lizards… Did you come here just to get struck by lightning?
Rook: Hey, I hope you know I didn’t
mean to offend you. My bad. I was just saying examples of things I
already know, I don’t have any bad intentions. In my birthplace where
the sun sets, there’s a beautiful meadow. Nature was rich, and every
animal celebrated their freedom. Before I came to Night Raven
College, I’d often play with the adorable animals. That is, they’d
follow me around from morning to night. Well, in the end, I’ll
definitely catch my prey and end it, however.
Malleus: A man who talks well and
doesn’t listen. It seems like you just want to show off your hunting
skills.
Rook: Yeah, hunting was my strongest
suit. But coming to this school, I realized I wasn’t there yet.
Anyway, dragons haven’t been hunted.
Malleus: Do I feel like hearing this
rubbish? … Beware of how you work, human.
Rook: Haha. Le roi de dragon also
shows his anger. Now fire is blowing from your mouth, isn’t it?
Malleus: If I breathe fire, you’ll all
be blown away.
Rook: Marvelous! Dragons can really
breathe fire?! Fairies exist closer to demons than animals.
Malleus: …
Rook: Roi de dragon?
Malleus: You, earlier you were trying
to offend me on purpose, right? I thought you were going beyond rude
but… It’s hard to think that Vil would have a man like that as his
vice dorm leader. What’s the goal?
Rook: As expected of Diasomnia’s dorm
leader. My thoughtlessness and perspective? What? I just to try and
chase you seriously. Stabbing into a void and disrupting your
opponent’s pace, inviting your prey into your field is basic
hunting.
Malleus: I don’t have the time to ride
such a transparent provocation. A huntsman who overlooked my skills
will find himself hunted. If you want to live longer, don’t jump into
the fire.
Rook: Ah. My remaining questions…
have they gone away? You’re covering up your harshness and severity
with your mysteriousness, roi de dragon…. Vraiment, c'est très
bien![4] But… If I went on, my dorm would also get angry. I’ll have to
do it moderately.
~ Translation Notes ~
1. Chat Perché is a kind of tag. It literally means “perched cat.”
2. Bonjour means “hello.”
3. Roi de dragon means “dragon king” or “king of dragons,” if you wanna be more literal.
Since the vote ended up differing by one, with at least four people voting for both I have no choice but to write both stories. But for today, it’s Malleus’ turn
No matter how long you stayed in the Ramshackle dorm, there was always an aline feeling that bubbled in your gut. There was just something about your new home that made you feel out of place and very, very alone. Even with the understanding that Grim sleeping at the foot of your bed and Ace or Deuce being just a quick phone call away, you couldn’t shake how foreign you felt.
It seemed like every moment you laid in your bed listing to Grim’s soft murmurs about the new Unidragon he had fallen for, made the feeling grow stronger. It’s cold long limbs descended from your brain, wrapping around your throat and prohibiting air to pass through. You laid there for a moment longer begging the feeling to depart. In the end, you gave up, gradually pushing over the covers and making your way outside. Maybe some fresh air was all you really needed to make the tendrils of isolation and dread leave you alone for the remainder of the night.
The inside of the “abandoned” dormitory was always a mess, no matter how much you cleaned or how much the ghost (and occasionally) Grim tried to keep things in order, the dorm just tended to fall apart again. This being said the outside was no better. The garden’s where empty, the poltergeist insisted they remain that way so they would have enough room to play magical shift. The front yard was nothing more than a graveyard with a stone pathway leading off towards the school. It didn’t help put your mind at ease, instead, the whole morbid scene of the tombstones simply made you cry. Tear flew like a stream from your glossy eyes. Quiet sobs pushing past your lips no matter how much you tried to remain silent.
“Are you the child of man?“
The sudden voice made you jump setting your nerves on high alert. Your wet eyes traveled upwards being met with a shadow figure looming around by the tombstones. "W-What..?” you choked, your gorge was still hoarse from the crying and mini breakdown. Your heart had sped up, something was very wrong here. For a moment you debated running back into the house but your feet just wouldn’t move.
The figure stalked closer, dead leaves screaming under his heavy step. As he approached, little (y/n) took note of two large curved horns sprouting from atop his mess of raven lock. The darlings orbs locked on the odd features. They weren’t mortifying or bizarre, lord knew she’d seen much worst during her stay. If anything they piked her curiosity. The tall man came to a stop in front of her, his blazing eyes seem to be the made up entirely of glowing poisons you’d seen in your potion classes. In the moonlight, you could tell that his skin was as white as the freshly fallen snow. He was mesmerizing, exquisite and…he was smiling at you?
His lips were pulled back into a glowing grin. You seemed to have piked his curiosity too. “Are you the new inhabitant of the dorm?” his voice was breathy and seemed to float on the air around you. “I um y-yeah” you’d forgotten just how broken your voice was, unlike his elegant tone yours was brittle and crumbling. You took a deep breath, welcoming the much-needed air your lips slowly parted tongue peaking out and licking along with them. You tried again hoping your voice actually worked this time, “W-who are you?”
The stranger lifted an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly to the side. “You don’t know who I am?” confusion evident on his tone. “Should I?” you asked, he could be some sort of celebrity or another school perfect, either way, you were too new and inexperienced to truly know who anyone in this world was. “I guess not, no, I’m just a third at the school. Pray, tell what year are you? Can you even do magic?”
He sure was inquisitive, you give him that. From the little, you did know, third-year seniors in Night Raven were usually more comprised, collected and mature than the two younger years. Surely it would bring you no harm to entertain him with a few simple answers about yourself.
“I’m a first-year class 1-A.” The horned man scrunched his brows a slight wrinkle forming on the bridge of his nose. “Isn’t that the class of troublemakers?” it was like he was recalling something distant as if he was looking through you into a past life he had left behind some time ago.
“I-I wouldn’t know” your graze fell to the broken asphalt. Did the headmaster really consider you a troublemaker? Even, after all, you’d done for him from the dammed moment you’d fallen through that godforsaken mirror. He just shrugged seeming to have returned from his little stroll down memory lane. “It may have changed, it been quite some time since I was a freshman” His voice was fading again eyes losing their shine once more. You figure it best to continue talking before he’s too far gone “no I-I um can’t perform magic”.
“Then why even bother staying in school and going to classes?”
You sign and began to recount how you fell through a magic mirror and the misadventures that followed. At the end of your tale, the shine seemed to have been reignited in his eyes if anything it was brighter then before. “You from another world?!” He asks kneeling down to look at you face to face. “My that’s all so fascinating! Lilia use to tell me old tales about foreign universes I never thought they were actually real! Yet here you are!” It was the first time you’d heard him raise his voice. Did your story really entertain him so much? The stranger may have been tall and talked as though he was born centuries ago but there loomed a childish nature around him. “Hey, who’s Lilia?” it was your turn to ask the questions.
“Oh, he’s my…father…no…nanny? I’m not…sure? His voice kept diving into uncertainty and resurfacing only to down once more. "You don’t know the difference between a nanny and your own father?” not only was he childish he downright didn’t seem to comprehend what a family even was. “Difficult childhood” he brushed it off as if it were merely a pesky fly bussing by his head “now miss…I apologies where are my manners I never asked for your name?” Oh right! It just dawned on you that you had nither given your own name nor asked for his, the lack of sleep and constant looming anxiety plus the constant run-ins with delinquent students who much prefer to fight than to exchange compellations, had left you forgetting your own manners.
“(y/n)…(y/n) (l/n) so-called dorm leader of the Ramshackle dorm"
He let out out a chortling laugh before turning on his heels and stalking back into the shadows "Well (y/n) of Ramshackle it was a pleasure meeting you I do hope we meet again” No sooner had the words departed from his lips that the darkness seemed to gobble him up. “Wait!” you leaped to your feet and ran over to where the man had just disappeared. “I-I didn’t get your name!” you called into the nothingness that surrounded you. Your shoulder slumped as you let out a defeated breath, it was no use the moonlit stranger was no more. For a second you debated if he’d even been real or if your fatigued mind had started to play tricks on you. Regardless it was no use waiting out here, you had classes tomorrow and from what you could tell you’d only be getting a few short hours of rest. Overactive mind permitting that is.
Little did you know that the man had in fact been real. That like clockwork every night since the encounter you dreamed of the stranger again. His lips where always on your a burst of sour blackberries invading your mouth, overrunning your senses.
one night the dream seemed more lucid than ever before, the night where he was on top of you, your bodies entwined on the cold ground of the cemetery front yard. As time progressed the dreams got more vivid more detailed, the tastes and touches and bruises seemed to follow you into the land of the awoken.
You were slowly spiraling down a maniacal hole. The line between reality and dreams was so blurred it was practically invisible. You waited impatiently each morning to drift back into sleep and meet your lover once more. To feel his smooth fingers run up and down your spin. To feel his sharp teeth graze your delicate flesh.
you knew him, you walked with upon your dreams
Oh but darling, he is more than a dream, Malleus Draconia is indeed real. And he is in love, in love with you. He’s visited you every single night since your first meeting all so many nights ago. He’s well aware that you aren’t quite aware that he exists and that he is more than a figment of your imagination. It’s a benefit of having someone’s name when under the control of the fae they can’t quite tell what is real and what isn’t. For now, this is alright, for now, he’s content with your nightly rendezvous.
But one day he shall awaken you from your honey-sweet dreams and steal you into a blurry reality where the border of dream and reality has been obliterated. It may seem like a curse but it’s merely a gesture of love.
In the end, it’s your fault, you sealed your fate the day you gave the dark Fae your name.
If y'all still think Erika betrayed Leiftan, you’re very wrong. She gave him a choice, told him to leave but Leiftan didn’t and he chose to stay, for Erika.
Even if he didn’t tell her it was all part of a plan, his plan, yes he was too calm and he had all predicted. He didn’t stop or hurt Erika but let her go and accept all the consequences. He sacrificed himself out of love, and not for an obsession. Leiftan was never the villain, never the evil. He didn’t want to destroy the crystal, but only “corrupt” it.
Unlike Lance who did, he wanted to destroy the crystal. He chose to stay and watch Erika betray her love. He’s the obsessed one here. And yeah, Lance wanted to make the Kappas allies, but the Marids ended up murdering them all. He couldn’t control and stop the Marids, and he ran away. He wanted his brother on his side, but he didn’t betray the guard and fought with his brother. Which lead Lance to be disappointed at him.
“Leiftan only had plans for the crystal and they apparently planned to protect it– not like Lance’s "destroy it and kill everyone in our way”.
Leiftan broke his pact with Lance because he didn’t want to hurt Erika, as he fell in love with her. He wanted to stop Lance.
So shut up if you think the episode was about Lance and Valkyon, because it was not.
The episode itself is saying Aengel and Demons… Aengel first, then demon.
Leiftan real self is an angel, that’s what was revealed here. He sacrificed himself for Erika, not just for the guard and for Lance or Miiko.
So guys, let’s pay more attention here.
Beemov you’re not fooling me, nope. Leiftan’s gonna be back and you’re gonna make him the king he deserves to be. He’s the real ruler there.
You always hit me with the Angst for Takeshi, so this time I’m the one serving. I hope this is fine ahh, I hope I didn’t butcher the beautiful waifu to much ddiudud. Thank you so much for agreeing to do an AT with me you art god, I was honestly shocked when you offered!
so I’ve seen a lot of posts out there about how Lucifer and Lilith are terrible parents to Charlie and they should support her blah blah blah.
the thing is that Lucifer and Lilith most likely think what they are doing what is best for Charlie by being tough with her.
some background:
Lucifer was an angel who was cast from heaven for asking questions and defying God’s (or more accurately the Metatron’s) demand for absolute obedience.
Lilith was Adam’s first wife, created from the same dirt as him. But because God the Metatron demanded that she be subservient to Adam because she was female, she fled the garden and lived in the wilds.
when angels ie Lucifer (who at the time was called Samael) were sent to bring her back, she challenged them to think for themselves and ask why she should have to live a certain way just because of who she is.
this is what led to Lucifer questioning heaven and being Damned.
a few of his siblings agreed with him and joined him in Hell. They became the Lords of Hell and Lucifer’s army.
Lucifer then went to Lilith, madly in love with her, and asked if she would be his queen. An equal partner.
She agreed and became the very first demon: a mortal soul in Hell.
Hell raged a war with Heaven and lost. Leaving heaven the one with the majority of power.
after all of this, Adam was given a new wife (Eve) from one of his ribs and, because she was not made of the same stuff as him, she was his lesser.
Lucifer then comes to the garden as a snake and conviences Adam and Eve to eat an apple, which they were forbidden to do. As a result, they are cast out of the garden and must live in the real world.
some say that this was just a plot by hell to get even with heaven.
but others think that this was Lilith’s way of freeing her fellow humans and letting them live on their own terms. With dignity and no longer just heavens pets.
now let’s jump forward to the Hell of the present.
Hell is super crowded. Because heaven is extremely exclusive and only takes in souls who they see to be flawless.
But having a big population makes hell much more powerful. Because they have so many more potential soliders.
Heaven is threatened by this and, because they still control all the power, they have the yearly exterminations.
To ensure that Hell remains afraid and pitted against itself.
Think about it like the 1% keeping the working class in line.
So imagine what kind of situation Lucifer is in. He never wanted to be a king. According to Viv, he’s a goofy man who loves to sing and dance as much as his daughter.
But he has to keep his kingdom going or else heaven will win and destroy everyone he loves.
So as cheery and fun as he may be, he’s also a survivor. He knows that his people, including his child, always have a sword hanging above their heads.
He wants to make sure no matter what that Charlie is gonna be ok and will survive, even if heaven kills him and her mother.
So he’s tough on her. He tries to get her to be more realistic and stop glorifying heaven.
Does he use the right methods? No. Not at all.
Should the whole family go to therapy? Absolutely.
But we have to remember that Lucifer was never a human. Being a parent is already difficult. It’s probably nearly impossible for an Angelic being who has no instincts at all.
I do hope that the series will work on Lucifer and Charlie’s relationship. They both love each other a lot but are stubborn in their worldviews.
Lucifer needs to learn to explain the danger they are in, but that people can and should be kind to each other. And Charlie needs to understand that heaven is a tyrannical dictatorship that cannot be trusted, but that she is right in that kindness does go a long way.
They both just need balance. And maybe to overthrow Heaven and just have a single fun afterlife where people are nice but also can be as wild as they want.
But in the meantime, it is unfair and irresponsible to have such a black/white view on the subject. Where Charlie is seen as perfect and her parents (especially Lucifer) are monsters.
