yoongichi & spicy

[spicyskeleton]

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐗 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑
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yoongichi or spicyskeletons
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. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 . 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 . 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 .xix
alchem black, pronounced like 'malcolm' but withoutxiixx
the m. comes from a famous line of powerful witchesxiixx
twenty three and a male. he stands at 5"10 with a soxiixx
mewhat lanky figure, has brown hair and brown eyes.xiixx
alchem is quiet and somewhat shy, much different thxiixx
an the rest of his family. the gears in his mind are alxiixx
ways turning with questions and thoughts. he gets spxiixx
ooked easily and has a big heart for everyone but himxiixx
self. alchem is pretty awkward and odd, works well uxiixx
nder pressure. overall a werido with a big heart. fillerxiixx
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[wilde]

curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

-- ultio, latin for "vengeance."
-- cis male, he/him. pansexual/romantic.
-- half a millennia years old, give or take. appears to be twenty-five.
-- stands at 5'7" with a slim build. black haired. amber eyes with cat-like pupils.
-- originally was a pet cat that had faced years of neglect and eventual abandonment
from his owners. overcome with wrath and revenge, he became a demon himself. well,
there's more to this story, but that's the most he'll ever tell anyone. now, he spends his
time roaming and exploring the world (until a certain witch comes along).
-- he might be aloof, but he sure isn't shy. will not hesitate to punch anyone in the face.
-- sly, sarcastic and bitter. sometimes says things that hurt without realizing it.
-- tries to act tough and cool, but he really just wants a hug or his hand held.

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the sun had just began to sink under the horizon leaving an orange glow that illuminated the trees outside. alchem sat at a small round table beside of a window, his eyes focused on a small object in the shape of an octagon before him. every once and a while it would rattle back and forth, the sound of it hitting the wood beneath it echoing through the empty house. it was a large house, something the young warlock had inherited from his parents once they passed. generations of the black family had lived here, its insides filled with artifacts old as dirt and a whole wall of paintings solely devoted to paintings of the family. it was solemnly beautiful in alchems eyes, but to any mortals it was dark with a haunting demeanor. to some extent, they werent wrong. a spirit walks the grounds of which alchem lives, but it was just an old man who used to be the caretaker of the black home.
the warlock was quickly brought back to reality and released of his thoughts at the sound of the small object rattling. he picked it up and moved it closer to his face so he could examine it, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. the octagon shaped object had been still for as long as alchem had been living here, until today, when it mysteriously started moving. it was apparent that this object was made to trap entities in such as demons or ghouls and held one prisoner at the moment, the only question was what type of thing it imprisoned. he wasnt dumb enough to open it and find out, it was trapped for a reason, but his curiosity tugged at him. letting out a small huff alchem placed the object down on the table and looked out the window for his eyes to be met with dusk.
grabbing his jacket, alchem put it on and grabbed his backpack. it had been filled with things such as candles and small animal bones earlier in the day to prepare for his nightly trip to the academy. there, alchem volunteered to supervise and assist in the classes that younger witches and warlocks take.
swinging open the door open alchem set off down his normal route through the forest. the sun had almost completely vanished and the only thing casting light around him was a lantern he carried. as he walked, he found himself humming a small tune to fill the silence. every now and then he would hear small movements by the woodland animals scurrying about, but for the most part everything was still. it was quite eerie, but alchem had walked this route for many years and has gotten used to being in the dark alone.
just as he was thinking to himself about how peaceful it was, he heard a noise off to his left. it sounded.. different than anything else he had heard that night. his jaw tensed and he stopped, his ears perking as they listened for another sound.

[wilde]

several weak, almost inaudible mewls filled the forest. never before had ultio felt this useless and weak in, well, centuries. it was honestly frustrating for him, but he couldn't vent out his feelings in this state. he tried shifting out of his feline form, only to find out that nothing was happening to him. it seemed that he was drained of any power left in him. all sorts of wounds and burns were scattered across the small cat's body. dark blood stained the ground with every step he took. he walked with a limp and his vision was blurred. it was honestly a miracle that he was still moving. ironic, he was a demon known for spreading bad luck wherever he went, and it seemed all that bad luck came coming back to him. just mere moments ago, he had a run-in with some hunters on the streets. with the last of his strength, he teleported himself. where he ended up landing, he had no idea. all he wanted was the hurting to stop. ultio couldn't believe that he was bested by some humans that depended on holy water and crosses. even if he were a minor demon, and not to mention, a rather young one, he's always thought he was invincible in some way.

eventually, his legs gave out and he fell on his side onto the soft grass. his consciousness started to fade in and out, his breathing slowing down over time. he started to wonder what would happen if he died. would he go back to hell? or would he simply cease to exist? ultio could count the number of times he's been to hell with one hand, and he honestly wasn't ready to go back. the majority of the demons didn't welcome him with open arms, considering the fact that he was born and raised on earth. but, no, he wasn't going to die here. all those centuries of living a long life wasn't going to be put to waste. there was still so much to do on this earth. determined, he gave out a meow louder than the last. hopefully, it was pathetic enough that someone would care to find him. from what he was able to see, he was in some kind of wooded area.there had to be some decent human roaming around here. like a camper or someone taking a simple walk. human kindness was easy to take advantage of, which is how he got his meals when he wasn't in the mood for souls. for once in his life, he was actually willing to get help from anyone.

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there it was again, that.. noise. fear rose in alchems chest as he lifted the lantern to look around him. it was faint and almost to quiet to hear. "ears oh ears, what do you hear. subtle vibrations so small and eerie." he whispered the small spell and suddenly he felt like he could hear all the way into town. keeping his feet planted, alchem held his breathe and waited for another noise. and there it was! the sound of a cat in distress rang through the warlocks ears and he chuckled to himself at the realization it was no monster. ah, just a cat. he went in the direction of the cat, keeping his lantern close to the ground in search for the poor animal.

soon alchem came across it by almost stumbling over it. the cat had wounds that were bleeding profusely, its soft mews touching his heart as he realized it was dying. the warlock squatted down next to the creature and lightly touched its back with a sigh. he was a huge sucker for animals, and he couldnt just.. let it die! but what to do? alchem took off his bag and shuffled through it frantically, looking for any sort of crystals or herbs. sadly, he was only prepared with things to do necromancy rituals. he frowned and set down his bag to look at the small cat. "how did this happen?" he asked the cat, lightly stroking its back once more. he probably looked and sounded crazy, like cats could talk. or.. could they?

alchems eyes lit up as he had an idea. bonding with a familiar could heal any sort of internal and external wounds! but, did that work on normal animals? familiars are ghouls who know almost everything about magic, and here was this small very normal cat. "its worth a shot, right?" alchem asked the cat without even explaining his plan. the warlock had never owned a familiar before, and it somewhat excited him to think he might actually get a familiar! digging through his bag again, he pulled out a single black candle and blew on it, a flame sparking on the wick. "bear with me for just a minute.. im going to fix you." he muttered, quickly plucking one of the black hairs from the cat. alchem placed the hair in the fire and then placed his thumb on the cats forehead and began whispering a latin chant that would forever bond the two together as witch and familiar.