✩ black widow | open intro ✩

❊ Comfortably sitting upon her unholy black throne that rested in the center of her airship's command room, the lovely Anastasia found herself gliding through a snowstorm of white and chill in search of the infamous dark guild Errings Rising. It was about a month since her previous guild, Abyssal Fleet, disbanded; though it granted her one of her wishes, to see the seas that surrounded the continent, she had no choice but to move on to bigger and better things. The laws that she was met with upon her arrival on the surface were quite different than they were underground, and frankly, they went against the very aspect of her being. The countess had no choice but to see these conjured 'ways of living' as an attack fueled by racism from the elites that decided the common law of the countries specifically toward those that had contracted sanguinare vampiris, and though she would never be outward with her violent practices to her fans, the idea of being condemned for such things made her mutated blood boil in rage. She hoped the whispers she heard of the dark guild of Errings Rising were true, so badly, as she wanted nothing but to be surrounded by like-minded individuals in her journey of living above the vampiric underground.

In the depths of the night, she would continue to drift across the horizon before being met with a colossal castle in the distance- in comparison to the ruins and shabby huts that were lower in the hakobe mountain ranges, this had to be the place the popstar had heard whispers of in those dreary alleyways. It would only take about half a minute for her airship, the slit ripper, to descend completely to surface level a few minutes walk to what appeared to be the main entrance, and with that, a projection of ultraviolet steps would shoot out the side of the contained aircraft to lead her down. If one were to spot Anastasia while she was ascending the steps, she would appear just as she would in the magazines and concert stages, adorned in plentiful red and black gemstones. A silky black dress and fluffy white boa, matching the ribbons that would cover her eyes geometrically and angel wings in her hair, she would look more to be ready for a banquet than a mountain journey. She did not have to think much about what she was going to bring with her inside if she was welcomed at all, as all of her belongings were tucked in a magical makeup compact in her purse. All she needed was her fluffy black kitten and that designer purse of crimson, which rested on her shoulder bundled up by her shimmering white boa.

A smile would light up the witch-turned-popstar's face as she would approach the giant structure, slipping into its shadow. The only things that would seem to light up around her would be the crystalline structures of her jewelry upon her fingers, dress, and arms- but something would be slightly off with how they glowed, as it would seem to be fainter than most light magics. Though, she did not care one bit if the supposed Errings Rising saw her for who she truly was rather than her idol persona with her fangs fully drawn. If this was all a setup and she was wandering into an anti-vampiric territory, she would have no issue slipping out through the shadows with her hex flow. Anastasia hadn't felt much fear of that kind of stuff during the night ever since the first night she crept out of the underground onto the surface of Earthland, and with that, she couldn't help but feel excitement for what was yet to come. This was especially due to more of the elaborated whispers she had heard, being that of the guild having two guild mistresses, as she seemed unable to resist the presence of magical women on this almost otherworldly journey of hers.

Looking up at the door that she assumed led into the guild hall, if she was successful in her search, she would gracefully yet firmly knock, holding tight to her kitty while doing so during the snowstorm. It was oh so cold outside, but the pain was incomparable to some of the things she experienced during her rituals with her coven- she wished that the snowstorm would coat the sun's rays when it became morning if that was even possible. But the excitement and the feelings of a fresh feed, a mere thirty minutes prior, kept her barely warm enough. She wondered if any of those on the other side of the wall would be able to recognize her from her many media promotions, and though she knew it was selfish to think in such ways, she just couldn't help but wonder in anticipation.

"Hello?," she would softly speak outwardly to the door as she would begin to pet her kitty in her arms, wondering just what was yet to come.



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❊ Allowing herself to be welcomed into the colossus of the snow-covered castle by the stranger, which she seemed to connect in her mind to be a necromatic nun of sorts due to the skeletons accompanying her, she would smile with each step and scan the surroundings that would unfold in front of her. It felt much more comfortable on the inside, so much so that she would be able to unfurl her fluffy white boa from her upper body and and let it drape behind her, held up by the folds of her arms near her elbows. Stasi’s thoughts were leading her to more comfortably believe that she was in the right place that she was looking for, especially due to such a warm welcome and the offering of of a warm beverage, though she was still more than ready to magically vanish into nothingness with the arts of witchcraft if even the slightest thing were to go wrong. Taking the glass of warm tea into her hands and taking a sip whilst listening to Saint Olga’s introduction and question, she would allow the smoke from the container to drift across her face almost like a humidifier while doing so. Her tiny black kitten would crawl up to sit on her shoulder, fascinated by the reanimated skeletons of seemingly humanoid deceased ones.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Saint Olga. I came here in search for the guild of Errings Rising,” the vampiress would smile, her ruby eyes focused on the cup that rested in her hands. Channeling her magic into the composition of the glass of tea, out of her hands would spiral a stunning array of shimmering crimson-colored flame and black matter, encompassing the cup; it would appear a dark red, sending small harmless sparks outward into the surrounding air to dissipate, and would now appear to be floating beside her. While she would think of what to say next, her eyes would shoot to the background to be greeted by another woman’s presence, another beautiful one in fact- she was curious as to why she looked to familiar, but with deeper thought while the two would exchange statements, she would recognize her from an issue of the Sorcerer’s Magazine’s cover page. It was none other than one of the warlords of Fiore, and due to the dark activities that happened underground, she had nothing but utter respect for those that ushered the path of darkness with a title as great as that one. Despite not going as far as most of those with such a title in dark arts, she hoped to one day be a warlord just like the one that stood before her in beauty and grace. Upon her introduction, Anastasia’s eyes would flicker a dark ruby red, as the rumors were true regarding the two stunning guildmistresses that Errings Rising was now confirmed to retain.

“It feels incredible to be surrounded by such kind and hospitable women, both of you are so beautiful- thank you for such stellar hospitality,” the vampire witch would smile, holding out her kitty with both of her hands and wiggling her around like a wiggle worm, “I am Anastasia Blooms, Ishgar knows me to be it’s beloved idol of the night, but truthfully, I am a vampiress and the supreme of a coven of witches. My reason for coming here tonight was to seek out a new guild to work under for the foreseeable future, as the guild I was previously an ace of, Abyssal Fleet, has unfortunately disbanded. I’ve heard rumors about Errings Rising and the motivation of crushing the concept of law, and though it’s a newer concept to me, I’ve learned that following those laws would lead myself and other vampires to certain death.. and I can’t bear to witness such racism toward my kind.”

As her sentence would soon wrap up, the elongated kitten being held up within her hands would let out a small series of adorable yet annoyed meows, signaling to the countess that she wished to be let down. The black kitty, while still curious with the existence of the skeletons, would innocently run up to Medeia and would attempt to rub her head on her leg a few times to receive affection from the new face, as she could somehow sense the elusive magical power signature from the guildmistress.

“Oh, and that’s Pookie, my bestest friend,” she would speak as if she was speaking to a baby, directing her gaze at the black kitten with the excitement any cat owner would have when their pet would do something cute, “she wants to join Errings Rising too, with me, of course.”

Reaching her hand into the almost glistening magical energy that she had pouring out of the glass of tea, she would raise it to her lips once more, letting it go afterwards to allow it to continue to float. “.. I know it’s a bit cliché, but my fans don’t know really anything about my vampirism or my affinity for dark guilds. I hate to ask, but could we keep these things.. a tiny little secret?”


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