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Username: TenguInari
Name: Xenno
Gender: Male

"...W̧h̵͡a̕t̸̷̢ ̸̀ą̕͘ŗ͢e̢ ý̵où͠ ͏͡d̶̷̴oi̸̧ng̸̶͟ ̵̡̡he̵re?"

"...What are you doing here?"

Xenno is an other-worldly viscet who comes out at night to prey upon other viscets and people. He can speak in English, but the catch is that it would be hard to understand him as his voice is a mixture of soft electrical sparks, ugly pings, and static. Xenno's tail, on the other hand, can translate his words; although the translations can be understood by others, it may sound very intimidating and frightening for those who hear it. For that, Xenno nicknamed his tail Gin.

Since Xenno's tail, Gin, appalls others, he uses that as an advantage when he's out and about late in the dark to prey upon victims. Each prey would hear a terrible secret, sometimes lies, through a whisper that Gin would translate from Xenno's low chants:

x x x x x x x x x x
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x x x x x x x x x x
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"Sh͜e ̴lík͞es ͜yo҉u, s͝ḩȩ l̵ike̶s҉ ̵y͢oú n͠ot.̧ S̛h̸e ́likes̡ ̨y͞ou̢..͞. ̨s̨he̷ a͝ct͞u͡al͜l͟y̨ ̷hates̴ y̕ou."

"She likes you, she likes you not. She likes you... she actually hates you."

"So͝m̨e̷o̶n҉e h̸ąs͝ been ̡wa̵tc̶h͠in̸g̷ ͏ỳo̧u ͏w̵a̴lk̴ h̵om̵e͡ e̡v͡er̨y ͘n͜i͟gh̡t̀..́.͜ th҉ey̶'̶re w̶ąitin͡g to̕ g͞e͏t ̕y̛ou.̴ Stay̢ h̵o͏me, ͠ne̷v̨e͜r̛ ͢le͘av̵e..͜. n͘ot ͟e̴v̧en ͞to buy gŗocęrie͝s͏.̵ Don̢'͠t̴ w̛orry,͘ ̶s̨om̡eo͠ne͝ ̢w̛i҉ll ͡pr͞o͜v͟i͞d͢e҉ ͞foo͢d ̧fo҉r yo͠u̸..͝. ̕eve͝n̢tùa̕lly̢."

"Someone has been watching you walk home every night... they're waiting to get you. Stay home, never leave... not even to buy groceries. Don't worry, someone will provide food for you... eventually."

Many uttered secrets and lies would drive the victim insane, paranoid, or even make them unstable. Eventually the victims would pass, and each of them that did, Xenno would know by the slight violet glow that appears through Gin's mouth.

The reason as to why Xenno hunts down his targets is so that he would gain more strength and be up in the top ranks of his other-worldly cult; but he also does it for his own amusement. Xenno is very well aware of the rules that are put in place to prevent members of the cult from massively purging targets in the overworld, yet he breaks them and has been for the last several years he's been summoned.

One windy night, a member that had been a close friend of Xenno appeared before him, preventing Xenno from executing his target. Her name was Myrna.

"...W̧h̵͡a̕t̸̷̢ ̸̀ą̕͘ŗ͢e̢ ý̵où͠ ͏͡d̶̷̴oi̸̧ng̸̶͟ ̵̡̡he̵re?"

"I'̷m͞ h͡e͜re̶ ͝b̵e͘ca͏use ̢I͏ ͜k͏nơw̵ tha̡t͜
y͝ou'͠re̡ ̷br҉ea̕ki͢n͟g t̛he ͢ru̢ļes. ͞A͢ctua͏l҉ly҉,
̶ev̧er҉yon̛e h̛ad̡ ̷k̛no͜wn̨ ͡f͘ór ͘a
c̢o͢up̧le͘ ͞o͟f mo͜nths n͜ow͟."

"H͏̶͟o̧w̕ co҉m̛͘e҉̧҉ ̕͡n̶̷o ò̴n̨͟ȩ ̢c̷͢͜ò͜ń̡f̧r͏o͏n̡͢t̴e̴d
mè̶͟ ̧͢a̶͏b̵oưt̴͢ ̸̢͘i͜͞t̷͝ ̡́'͘͠t҉ì͏l͡ n҉ǫ̛w̸̨͝?̸"

"It's͏ ̕'͜ca͟use we'r͞e̕ ͢s͞càr̵ed̨.҉ Y̵o̵u'̢re
́to͟o ̧po̢w̕er҉fu͏l ̛and͝ a͢lmos̡t
eve̢ryo̴n͡e͜ ͘is fe҉ar͜f̛u̸l ̡of y̧o̕u҉."

"So ̴t̴he͘ņ,̡ ̨ẃh̶͜y̡̛͝ a̶̵r̛̕͟e̵ ̨͝y҉̷ǫ̀u ̸̧a̷͞c̶͜tu͜á̢l̸̸l̢͞y͟
҉̷h̷e̵ŕ̴͢é?͟ ̡̢͏Íf̴ ̷y͢͟ǫ̨u҉ ̀͝s̷̕a͏i̕͡d͏ ͜͡͡ţ̧͝h̢a̶t͏̴͝ ̷͢e̕͝vé̴r͠y̢͡ǫ̴̕n͞e
͞is̵̛ ̀sć̢ą̵͜r҉e̵͢d ̧́of̸̴ ͟m͜e̶͠,̵͟͟ ̡́ỳ͡óu ̡̕m̢u͏̢st̴͠ ̀͝͡b͟͡e͞͡ t͘͜o̴o!"

"Be͝causȩ I͝ ͟k̶n҉o҉w y͜óú,̢ ́a͢ǹd̀
͢I̕'m c̸on̢cerned ̛ab͢o̕u̧t you͘.̡"

"...What are you doing here?"

"I'm here because I know that
you're breaking the rules. Actually,
everyone had known for a
couple of months now."

"How come no one confronted
me about it 'til now?"

"It's 'cause we're scared. You're
too powerful and almost
everyone is fearful of you."

"So then, why are you actually
here? If you said that everyone
is scared of me, you must be too!"

"Because I know you, and
I'm concerned about you."

Xenno irritatedly uttered.


Myrna stated.



He asked.



She said.



Xenno scowled aggressively.



The other viscet muttered.

Xenno heard a little clink; before he knew what happened, the other viscet already chained up Xenno. One shackle on the neck of his tail, the other on Xenno's neck himself.

"W̡͞͞͡h҉̷̷̀͟á̡͟͜͠ţ̴ ̸̵̸̶i̶̢s̡ ͜͞t̶̨̀͜h͢i̷̡̕͝s͝҉́͡?̷͢!̴͘͠ ͞͠É̵̶̕x̶̛͜ṕ̴̴ĺ̕a̛̕͠i͜҉̧n̛!̡̧"


"Thes̵e̕ are̛ ͟sha͞ck͡les me̷an̶t to͝
͘ w͞ea͢k͞e͜n ́y͝our ͏p͢o͞wers.͞
Yơu̷'́v͞e sȩv͏er̸e̕ly bróke̴n͏ one͞
̶ǫf the͡ ͟c̶ul҉t's r̷u͢les ̕a̧nd͟ ̛
͟e͢ve͠ryo̸ne ͠wo̴ul͟d ap͟pre̴ciate
it͡ i͢f̧ ̵yo͜u had͏ l͢es͟s po̧w̷e͝r."

"B͏̛͠ú̵̢t͠ ̸̴́͟t̷҉̴̡͝h͞e̴͝҉̛̕n̵̨ ̷̶̢͢͞I͜'̶̢͜͢͠m̧͘҉̧ ̸̷̸̡g̸̸̢͟͜o̴͢͢͏͏ì̴́͜n̡̨̕͠͞g͝͝ ̧ţ̷҉̵ó̷͠ ̛́̕͟g̷̸̶̨̛o҉͏͜
a̶̴҉l̴̀͝l̶̨͝҉ ͟t̵͘h̵҉̸͡e̷̵̴̕͟ ́͞w̸̢a̴͠y̶͏̀ ̴̴̵̛͡b̷á̵̢̛c̢͘̕͟͡k̷͏̴ ̢̨͞d̷̡̢ò̷w͠n̵͟͢͠ ͟҉a̶̕҉́͡t҉̛ ̸̧̨́͡t̢̨ḩ̷̛͝͞é̷̀͝͠
b̷́͟o̢̨͞t̀̀́t̕҉̵̨̀o͢͝m̶̸̶̢ ̸̧̛͜o̴̵f̴̨̡́͟ ̡̕͘͞͠t́͘͘h̵̶̛́é̵͘͟ ̸̸̶͘r̸̷̴͜ą҉̸̡ń̨k͘͏͠s̢!̴̸̵̡͟"

"...I̛'̀m ̨sorr͠y͡."

"D̶͔͖̱̀ͅó̶̲̜͚͈͇̣̪͡͠ǹ̷̨̢͍̩͉̜̤̪̫̼̦̭̲'͜͏̨͏̣̳͕̖͚͙̫̜̯͉t̷̖͓͓̠̜̬̰̣̩̞̩͚̭̘̖͟͟ ̷͕̝͉̟̱́͞y҉̴̭̘̩͍̬̖̲͓̦̮͉̖̳͖͕̲͇̀ͅǫ̸̵̯̹͖̭̯̺̰̘̠̣̮̭͎̪̬͞͞u̡̨҉̩̺̰͎̱̤͙͉͙̬̖͇͓̯͔̺ͅͅ ͇̜͉͍̀͡d̪̫̪̝̙͚͉͇̩̠̯̘͜͝͞͝a̶͉̗͕̻͕̫̳̭̟̳͔͝ͅr҉̩̻͎͚̠̻̥̲̙͡ę͕͈̯̝͚̤͕͘͟͡ͅ ̷̢̢͘҉̣͈͇̰͔̙̖̤̱͇̼͇͖̹̰á҉͚̹͔͎͓̻̱̬̖̝͡p̭̘̰̪̻͓̘͙͎͉͈͍͖͢ͅǫ̞̮͇̯͉̜͉̜̭̬͎̟̹́̕͟͠l͉̯̫̱̰͚̩͠ͅo͖̳͎͕͇̤̙͈͖͉̙͕͍̼̫̬͘͜ͅg̸̨̠̳͙͓̝͍̱͔̫̜̣̺̝̣̤͚͈͍̮͟í̸̦̗̘̱̘̹͢͟ͅź̮̹̯̲̺̤̥̣̭͖̫̪̬̝̕͞͠͞e̶̡͇̮͕̖̦͈͇̟̺͚̣̟̖͉̟̰̻̳͟ͅ ̶̷̡̖͉̯͖͖͢t̸͔͉̜͚̲̪́̀͜͝ơ̧͕̹̞͍͓̙̲͚̬͙̻͕͉̻̺̣͖
̵̞͙̪̜̭̩̣͖̘̜̳̳̙̬͚͇͔̘͚͞m͟͟͝͏҉̠̺̱͈̝̬̺̫é̷̵̛̮̣̥͉̩̣͇̭̠̟̖̗̩͓̮!́҉̯͇̩̟̰̼̥̬̀͝ ̨͕̜̪̙̥̳̺͖Ṯ̡̮͖̭̗͕̗̯̯̹̘̜̟̼͟à̶̷̢͕̰͖̱̰̤͎̗͔̖̤̹̥̩͈̬͜k̶̸̨͉̭͈̭͞͠e̴̢͇̠̫̙͇̤͕͙͚̹̤̗̖̠͠ͅ ̶̷̡͖̱̯̫͇̯͙̳̙̼͕̗̀t̸͝͏̧̡̭̲̖̭͉̩̣̘͉̝̼̫̜̬h̴̶̗̟̭̭͘e͔̳̝͈̼̲̯͈̩̠͎̯͖̲̜̩͜͟ͅs̨͉̱͕̲̪̳̻͎̮̻̮̯͘͞ͅé͢͏̥͇͎̩ͅ ͢͡҉͇͚͖̬̠̬̥̭̜̠o̴̲̲͉̻͎͚̙̲̖̪̞̲͢f̷̵̫͙̜͚̙͓͚͖͙̟̠̞̖̝͖̕͡f͏̷̡̤̻͎̰̦̼͍ ̵̜͕͈̮̗̗͔̮͖͔̀̕a̢͈̞͚͎͖̮̮̞̪̙̟̖̤͔͕͍̭͝ͅͅņ̗̪͎̩̜̥̳̳̭̜̱͔̪̲̦͖̲̕͞ḓ̴̨̼̘͓͖͖͍̯͕̝̭̺̣͉̗̖͟͢ ́͏̶̳͈̪̗͍̦͍̜͙͚̠I̷͏̶͉͖̳̣̤͙̺̙͍̠͇̩͔͈̺̯̳̀'̳̪̯̯̘̗̦̰̗̦͘͠l̵̡̧̻̘̹̼̕l҉҉̵҉͖̥̣̩̜͉͙̮̙͉̭̰͔̩ ̶̸̧̳̱͈͔͕̠̬̯͉͎̝̖̣͡
̢͇̗̦̠̤̘̣̤̟t͜͏̙͇̬͉̳̼̫ͅa̶͘͘͏̞͉̹̺̮̙ḳ̴̢̙̘̩̺͔͍̳̗͇͕e̸̺͉̹̪͙͇̙͝ ̢̱̲͇̦̭̤͕̯̻̦̟͇̬͎͎̜̟͚͘͟ͅt̶̸͙̗͎̘̀h̸̶̡̟̱̪̬͕̙̻̩̪͍̗̀͞ͅͅa̧͈͍̘͍̬̗̲͘͘͡͝ͅt̴͚̣̦̙͎̩͇̕͢͝ ̶̸̫̳̟̤͉̝̳̤̘̫͖̟͎ą̰̥̲̫̺̲̰̠̤̰̖͉̟̠̞̗́͡ͅs̗̞̖̯͓̫̻̗̙̙̠͕̫͔̝̟̣͡͝͝ ̨̱̖̣̕a̵̴̯̼̩̼̻̪͔͔͚̣͖̻͓͡n̸̢̰̻̘͚̫̹̲͔ ̸̴̹͓̘̳̕͟a̧̼̼̗̩p̷̡̨͈͈͖̥̝͍̺͕͉͓̻͘ͅo̷̧̞̫̩͍͇̗̱͡l̷̨̳̰͇̬͘̕ó̴̶̬̪̠͍͔͈͇̳g̻͔͔̜̫̼̖͜͝͝ý̛͖̖̭̯͉̥̻͎̫̠̞!̯̣̗̜͍͈̙̭͠͞͞ͅ ͠͏̴̹͔̬̳̤̰͇̮̜͙̼̞͡͝Ì̺̖̭͎̻̥̭͈̮̗̕ͅ
̶̴̯̗̤̝̯̳͔̗͕̼́s̴̢̨̨̙͖̘͓̟̰͖͕̖͉̦̜̺̣̱̪͓̹ẃ̸͕̻͓̟̜̺͓̩͔͜͝e̵̤͎̣̮͈͇̻̪͕̠̫̺͔a͜͏͎̮̦̱̪̖͖͇̗͈̦͚͢ŕ̢͇̤̺̝̳̖̳͕̜͝͞ ̵̸̕͏̶̭̥͚̤ǫ͎̻͇̩̮̝͎̯̬̀n͏͕̙̖͍̖̲̝̲̱̣̝̭̀́ͅ ̨̱͙̱̮̳̤̮͔͉̬͉̦̱͇̜̀m̵̀͏̗̯̬̰͔̯̭̭̼̪̖̜̣͓̬̼̀͢y̷̵̢̙̜̮̫̰͚̯̥̤̻̩̱̰͎̲̖̰ͅ ̷̸̫̺̝̟̯̙́ş̶̴̸̜̰̱͙͇̣̗̜͞c͏̡̛̰̪̰̞͍̤͈͇̘͙͈͍̫͖̹̟̮͡͞ͅa͟͏̜̣͓̯̖̹͔̼̣ͅr̝̭͔̙̻̖͍̤̣͟͡ͅr̡̯̞̬̺͓̤̬̖̬̩͎̦̦̭̤͙͈̮͘͡͡e͝͏̭͔͓̰̝ͅd҉̵̵̪̭͕͖̜̝͓̫̞͇͉̪̰ͅ ̧̬̥̻͇̰͉͈̱̝̭͇̘̪̰̞̤͘̕ͅs̶̶̨͉̪͖̫̹͉̟̬̯̦̲̥̘͖͘͞o̻̳͎̰͎̥̠͉͈̬̕u̸͖̗̙̲͔̠͈̙͉̳̯ļ̸̢̲̬̘̠̞͞
͔̮̗̯̣̱̙͙̫̻̱͓̫̫̬̘̀͜͜͠t͏͚̞̪͓͉̙ͅh͏̴̕͏̲̬͔͚̻ͅa̴̧̟̞̻̼̺̻̦̙̘͕̠̟̜̙̦̕͡t̨͙͓͍̖̰͙͎̪͖̘͘̕͜ ̱̠̝͓̙̮̖̥͓̞͖̣͇̰͙̯͘͞Ì̛̙̪͎̙̝̘͈͎͈͟͠'̨̘͖̤̥̕͜͠͝l̛͍̬͓͚͙̪̞͘͜ͅͅl̸҉̨͖̺͓̥̬̫͜͝ ͏͢҉̧͈̱̜̠͇̝̰͓̘͎̲̪̼̭w͠҉̷̡̠͎̙̬͕͝ì̵̥̫̺̹̤̣͉̥̲͉̹͍̀̕͢ͅp̡̡͕̻̖͖̳̟̭̲̳̦ḙ͖̣̻̗̦̥͍̕ ̶͡͏̺͍̺̣̼̤̮͙͓̝o҉̕͝҉͚̞͚̜͔̭̥̬͇ư̷̡͚̭̺͕̬̠̭͎͈̪̟̠͞ͅt̢̯͖̠͈̦̦̯͍̥̦̲̀͘͝ ̷̴͈͙̭́́ͅṱ̸̨͈͎͕͚͕̹̠̥̀͝h̛̕҉̫̥̪͇͟͞e͠͏͖̩̼̟͙̳̱̙͔̮̥͎͇̭̟̯͚ ̨̡̣͉̰͓̬̣̫̤̦̺̫̟̪̜͡w̶̨̛͖̪͓̯̪̯̳̬̳͞h͙̙͈̖̦͇̞͍͎̺̳̀͘ͅo̶̵̧̧͖̜̮̙̭͚͉͓̙̺̩̱͓͇̞̺͚̤͞l͏̷̷̴̦̦̝̬͇͔͈͇̣̣̩̭͡ͅͅę̖̠̬̙̤̻̥̘̥͕͔͡ͅ ̴̢̢͈̦̝̮
̛̙͍̜̪̘̳̟͟͜͝ͅc̸͎̟̣̳͔̜̮̦͙̝u̷̢̦̟̖̜̱̘̹̖̘͖̦͖̣̣̪͚͔͘͡͝l̛͟͏̩̝͚̰̣͖͇̼͈̣̫̭͕̘͔̫̬͉t̵̡̬̖̙͢͠ͅ ̛͚̭̝̟̗f̶̸҉̶͚̰̩̥̱͇͈̟̜o̴̱̦̤̹̱̥̦̖̬̤̻̰͘r̛͖̪̩͈͇͙̼̱̀͠ ̶̬̫̗̭̦̩͉̙̲̱͍̻̮̣̝͕͜͟͡t̛̺̝̞̞̖̗͔̺̯̖̫̹́͘h̨̤̰̬͍̘̩͍͈͇̟̳͢͠ͅi͏̶̟͙̮̩̦͉̪̠̘͉̙͖̙͜͞ś̸̮̺̹̳͖̳̘̞͇̙̗͈̫̟̺̀!͎̻̲̙̝̩͕̠͘͞ͅͅ ̛̦̤̗͍̤̼̪͉͚̳͍̱̭͇̥̩́Ẁ̢̭̻̳͍̳̯̬͓̗͎͔̭͓̪̻̼͘͘͟ͅͅį̴̛͍̥̼͇̞̟͈͍͓̪̤̺̬̤̬̠͕̺͎͟ṭ̸̢̝̫͖̣͢͞h̴̛͙̠̘̭͓͕̱͕̥͎̹͉̣̫͠͝ ̢͚̖̬͉̮͕͜͡o̸̪̱̹̦͎̙̕ͅr҉̴̶̭̝̲̕͞ͅ ̡̪͕̝̼̼͇͞w̧̢͓̠̳̤̰̞̩̞͘͝͞i̵̛̥͕͚͚͘t̴̖̠̦̠͖̬̘̭̩͖̹̹̫͍͟͠ͅh̶̨͕͚͈̼͈̰̘͖̣͙̬̹̮̠͍͚̬o̢̯͎͖͍̺͢u͏̴̴̛̫̞͓͉̹̣̥͘ͅt̳̗͍͘̕͢͟
̴̧̠̞̙͖̻ţ̘͍̠̤̩̱̯̰͝h҉̸̪̬͎̲̫̹̖̞̰̺̟́͘͝ͅé͠҉̞̮̩̮̪͖͍̠͓̣̱͈̳̹̞̥̗̥ ̧̭̙̖͖̣̫͓͇͇̱̜̖̻̣̖̲̜͙͕̀͢s̸̢̛͏͕̭͓̞̰͇̥̝̮h͏̢͉̟̯̪̙͚̦̞͕̗̪̭̮̝͎͍͍̘̟͘a͏̥̫̘̖̺̱̩̤͈̫͎͍̞̭͔̗͖͍c̨͓̬̯̟̜̬̖͇̥̙̠̜͚̙̹̀k̵̛̯̤̟̖̻̪͞l̨̝̩̘͖̠͈̺̬͔̙̭̼̪͠ͅe̵̶̪̹̬̪̜̥͉͚̫̗̠͜s̢҉̪̲͖͎͉̟̳̞͈̗͉̪͎̗̦̖̟ͅ!"

"What is this?! Explain!"


"These are shackles meant to
weaken your powers.
You've severely broken one
of the cult's rules and
everyone would appreciate
it if you had less power."

"But then I'm going to go all
the way back down at the
bottom of the ranks!"

"...I'm sorry."

"Don't you dare apologize to
me! Take these off and I'll
take that as an apology! I
swear on my scarred soul
that I'll wipe out the whole
cult for this! With or without
the shackles!"

Xenno shouted, intensifying the ugly pings and static from his voice.




She said.




He cried out.


Said Myrna.




He yelled.

By the time Xenno finished his sentence, the other viscet was already gone.

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For about a decade, Xenno was chained up with Gin. The shackles slowly sucked away his colors, leaving him almost as pale and invisible as a ghost. It gave him difficulty trying to walk comfortably without the chains jingling along and his tail swinging freely. The amount of victims that he would erase on average dwindled down in numbers massively. For a decade, Xenno would accidentally get beaten by the shackles, tripping over the chain itself; for a decade, Gin's voice weren't so intimidating as before; for a decade, Xenno has had enough. He decided that the shackles needed to come off.

"But ͢ho͜w͡ ̸a͝m̢ ̴I̷ ͘supp͏o̧se̢d ҉to t̨aḱè t͟he͡m ̧off...?"

"But how am I supposed to take them off...?

There was only one way.

When the night of the removal of the shackles had come, Xenno was afraid for the first time. Whispers would be swimming around in his head, whispers that weren't from Gin, but from members of the cult. Did they know that he was planning on taking the shackles off? Are they watching? Xenno pushed it away as hard as he could, he needed to focus.

Xenno forced and tugged his tail the opposite direction from his neck.

Flashes of the other viscet's face from ten years ago appeared before him.

Xenno couldn't breath, he couldn't see.

He remembered how he sounded when he was furious, the ugly pings and static.

Xenno could feel Gin about to rip off from him, but he isn't going to stop.

He remembered the promise and swore on his soul of what he was going to do to the cult.

It felt like an eternity, but he had to do this, he had to. Enough was enough.

Xenno heard something snap and clink all over the place. Immediately, he regained his breath and sight, although he was a little disorientated from the lack of oxygen. Xenno looked at Gin and was relieved to find that his tail was not torn off. He could feel his strength come back, slowly but surely. It turns out that the spell was embedded in the chains, linking the shackles together, not the shackles themselves.

"W̵el̨l͜, I ̡ģu̡ess̶ ̴I͟ ̧do͝n҉'͜t͘ ͡m̵ind t͏h́i͘s ͠n͘ew̢ l̀o͞o͞k̸.͞
H҉éh̕.̵..͝ s͝p̕e͞a͏k̷ing o͡f͡ wh́ic͡h̴, I ̡ca̡n̷'t fo̡r̕ge͡t ̷to
pa͜y ̀t͝h͝e ҉c͞u͡lt ͟a v̕is͢it͢.̧"

"Well, I guess I don't mind this new look.
Heh... speaking of which, I can't forget to
pay the cult a visit."

He turned around and opened a portal to the other-world and stepped through the dark hole, the leftover chain links softly clinking against the shackles. Right before the portal closed, a soft violet glowed through the hole.

Xenno has met many viscets in the past, a few encounters being quite intriguing, yet normal to the then young cult member. The viscet himself have made a few impressions on other viscets, thus making a small selection of friends throughout his current existence.

---- Myrna ----

Myrna is a dead viscet from the 1920s, now in a form of a ghost. Mortals cannot see her, but only certain types of entities can. Myrna has knowledge of different types of cults throughout differing dimensions, such as the alternate dimension.

As she has been dead for many decades, Myrna traveled throughout her whole ghostly life; going from the underworld to the upside down. When she happened to come across the other-world, Myrna was surprised to learn that it had a cult living within the area, and a fairly large one at that. The other-world and its cult intrigued her, which lead to Myrna hanging around for a long while and learning about the cult: what they do, why they do it, and their laws. Eventually, Myrna adapted and gained bits of the accents that the cult would talk in. Although Myrna could easily make herself talk normally in English, she was extremely excited to have gained a skill. Then she met Xenno.

His fur was a light violet, his tail's mouth occasionally glowing softly. Captivated, Myrna went up to chat with the cult member, hoping to befriend him. Surprisingly, it wasn't difficult, nor did it take long; perhaps it was because of how surprised and intrigued he was seeing how an outsider developed the skill to speak in the cult's accent.

She learned his name, Xenno; she learned that he was summoned upon after death; but, she had also learned that it is possible for Xenno to feel pain, possibly dying again. Unfortunately, Myrna never got to learn about Xenno's past life as she never mentioned it, nor did Xenno bring it up. Then Xenno learned about Myrna and her past. When Xenno found out about how no mortal could see Myrna, he invited her on his nightly hunts.

Xenno would ask Myrna to spot victims for him. She would do as he asked without hesitation. Their teamwork would go on for a few years; that is until Myrna slowly realized that Xenno was just purely using her for him to gain marks in order for Xenno to climb up in the ranks among the cult. Not only that, but Myrna also noticed that Xenno was starting to break an important law of the cult, which was to not kill mortals in mass numbers in a short period of time.

She slowly stopped helping Xenno. In return, Xenno turned bitter towards Myrna. She had confronted cult members about him, and they already knew; alas they were fearful of him because of how powerful he was getting and how abusive he had been acting towards members. Myrna remembered learning about an apparatus that would greatly reduce the power of one, but potentially hurt them. She asked the cult members about the device, one member came up to her and handed her the item; they knew what had to be done, and since they were too afraid to approach Xenno themselves, they counted on Myrna.

"...I̛'̀m ̨sorr͠y͡."

497/500 including end quote.

---- Lithe ----

Lithe is a demon prosecutor that also happens to be a part-time tattoo artist. He battles against angelic defense attorneys in the underworld in order to decide the fate of a spirit.

The demonic kalon traveled to the overworld to become a part-time tattoo artist; he taunts mortals and gives them cursed tattoos without their knowledge. Although Lithe enjoys cursing mortals to grab more victims to prosecute in the underworld, it can take a while for the cursed tattoos to activate since they come alive whenever they feel like it.

One late night right before Lithe closed his tattoo shop, a viscet walked in. "Sorry buddy, shop's closed." He heard a low mumble from the other viscet and scanned them. Lithe noticed the mouth on the viscet's tail and walked straight up to them.

"What's your name? You're not from around here are you?"

"Xénno.͢.͠. ̵and͢ I su̕p͞p̨oşe͠ ýou͏'̢r͢e͘
nơt f̢r̴o̷m̕ ̵ar̛o̴und ͡h̷er͡e ͝e̷ither̵?"

"Xenno... and I suppose you're
not from around here either?"

The creature raised an eyebrow and spoke.

Definitely not from around here with that voice of theirs, Lithe thought, unsurprised.

"Nope, not at all. I'm from the underworld, actually. Seeing how different you are,
you must be from some other place as well?"

The viscet nodded.

"Well, why're you here?"

"I̢ ̴sa̶w̡ o͜ņe ́o̸f your pa͜t͠ron̷s wal̷k͡ ̨ou͏t ͠w͠ith ̢som̡e ͏
̧i̸nte͞rest̛i͠ng t̶at҉t̴oos...̴ t͝hey wér͠e ̷m͠ovi͜ng ̨I̴ be̛l͢i͟eve͟?"

"I saw one of your patrons walk out with some
interesting tattoos... they were moving I believe?"

The two proceeded to explain to each other what their occupations are, both growing to like what the other did; murdering and taunting mortals. Xenno came up with an idea to collaborate with Lithe; the plan having to be Xenno murdering his victims for them to be sent to the underworld. Lithe was pleased to hear the proposition, seeing that he can now prosecute as many spirits as he pleases in his battles against the angelic attorneys; even though the tattoos would still be cursed on his patrons, Lithe still enjoys his part-time job as a tattoo artist. The best part about Xenno's collaboration idea is that he does all the work free of charge, as long as Xenno is able to not feel as guilty when going after prey to raise his rank status.

The two would occasionally meet up and chat, planning their next purge of victims. The ruffians kept up their dirty work for years to come, never stopping their support for each other. Although they stopped meeting up after a certain period of time, they knew that what they were doing was right in their own ways.

439/500 including translations.

---- Cyanide ----

Cyanide is one of the horsemen of war. The ghostly viscet was once a mortal, unfortunately killed from a cult which led to Cyanide's anger and bitterness with his spirit remaining on Earth.

Before Cyanide became a horseman, he served vile drinks to his ghostly patrons deep in the woods. He would go out to nearby bars, meant for the living, to poison their drinks; he enjoyed watching mortals suffering and dying.

One night, Cyanide served an interesting customer. Cyanide decided to chat with the stranger; they opened up easily. When he found out about their cult, Cyanide slammed down his paw,

"WERE YOU THE ONE THAT KILLED ME?!"

The stranger looked at him confused, shaking his head.

"You're probably confused."

Cyanide squinted at the young stranger, but took their word for it. All that swirled in Cyanide's head was the cult that killed him. Then an idea struck,

"Hey, since you're just starting out in your cult, why won't you help me hunt down these mortals that killed me? I'm sure your cult would be happy... plus you'd rise in rank"

The stranger thought for a moment,

"Alright."

The two met up the next night, setting off towards the area that Cyanide was killed, hoping to find a cult member lingering around. When they arrived, it was empty; persistent, Cyanide convinced his partner to stay and wait. Hours passed, the stranger was getting bored. As they got up, a twig snapped. Cyanide quickly grabbed the stranger by the scruff and pointed towards the source: a lanky viscet.

"That's one of them! We gotta get him!"

The stranger squinted at what the viscet was doing and whispered to Cyanide,

"I th͞i̷n͟k ͏hè'̸s ̸p̀ùtt͜i̷n͢g ̢s͡ơmethin͜ǵ ̡u̴p..."

"I think he's putting something up..."

As he whispered that, his tail emitted an ominous voice, translating his words in a way that it never did before.

"How'd you do that? It sent shivers down my dead body. You should do that to him down there, especially with the pings and static in your voice!"

"I thought we were gonna kill him, not spook him...?"

"I mean, I'd like to see how he'd react."

The stranger rolled his eyes and proceeded to sneak down towards the viscet.

The stranger whispered in the viscet's ear. They looked up and frantically looked around; panicked, the viscet
ran off towards the woods. The stranger went up to the paper that the escapee left. Cyanide came up and read the paper the stranger was looking at.

"The rest of them moved farther out?! Now we gotta put more work into finding them!"

"I'll do it."

"Huh?"

"Yea, if it means I get to go up higher in rank, it'll be worth it."

Cyanide accepted his offer and patted his shoulder. He knew that this will be the last time that they'll be seeing each other, even though they just met.

"By the way, name's Xenno."

Cyanide forgot that he never asked for the stranger's name. He smirked,

"Thanks Xenno."

500/500 including translation.

Although it seems that Xenno does not interact, nor see these friends of his anymore,
deep down, he still considers them his companions.

All the art that is shown in the Art quote as well as the chain links are drawn by me, user TenguInari.

Art that is shown in Myrna, Lithe, and Cyanide's section is drawn by user Yugi.

I would also like to thank and credit both users Yugi and ratatouille. for letting me use their viscets and kalon to give Xenno a couple of ghostly, yet deadly, friends.

[Synerie]

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Gender: Male
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[AutumnDove]

Marking. I'm just watching, it is so pretty.

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extending this one more day, so it will end tomorrow around 6pm central standard time, its is now 7am.

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Closed for judging!

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Let me just say... OMG SOOO MUCH READING lol. This was a fun comp XD

So, the winner is Strudel. OMG you put so much effort into your form. The story was beautifully written and I loved it. The art, amazing, and all the form was just too good.

I'd like to award an RU to Angelus Gaston. Your form was really awesome. I loved the story, and the friends and it was just really great. I'd like to award you an RU, however, I'd like to offer either an RU (no edits but I can make some nice ghostly colors and things) OR I would like to offer you a breeding with my Sam and Duke so you can also have a Tail mouth. I really enjoyed your form that much

And HMs to ~Prophecy~, ♫♪Howling♪♫, and TenguInari. Your forms were all great