"The Master of Manipulation" is what they call me, but my official title is "The Reaper" ... Neither title suits me. I am William. That is the title I prefer.
[An alternate universe future evil
Billy Kaplan William Lehnsherr roleplay blog.
FC is Francisco Lachowski (with facial hair).
Blog is extremely NSFW. Triggers include violence, murder, and incest. They will NOT be tagged.]
-Her full maternal protectiveness kicks in as soon as William mentions violated. No matter who it is, she absolutely could not tolerate her son treated that way. If the air could grow chilly from her cold fury, it did.-
-Despite so, she wraps her arms gently around him, one hand stroking his hair. The last time she was this angry, well, a certain lunatic tried to drown her other alternate son.-
I’ll see to it he won’t hurt you again. Not you. Not my William.
-There’s a bit of a frosty bite in her tone that sends a chill down his spine, but that only serves to warm him in other ways. His mother is such a powerful, fierce woman~.-
Surely, once I destroy that evil brat, he will disappear.
Well you’ve been gone a few days. I had imagined it was because your grandfather sent you off to do something.
No, Billy grows up to be like that? His future self is quite…different, but surely you exaggerate. -She thinks it best to keep mum about their encounter.-
Oh sweetheart. Did he hurt you? As in, hurt you?
If there were a Christ, he would be the anti-Christ. Mother … that man violated me, and I learned that no good can come from anything sexual inspired by the Japanese.
I think I have a squid phobia now … and I swear on my brother’s life I will personally break anyone who dares to snap a whip around me.
Disgusting, horrid, repulsive being. Evil. Why is he even alive?
-Will continues to grumble to himself. Obviously, his pride’s a little hurt.-
Of course I noticed. I was simply waiting for you to return to my arms, like you always do~
Now where have you been, love? There’s dinner waiting for you while you tell me~
This morning, I emerged from Hell. Out of curiosity, I ventured into that little pocket nuke’s universe. Not thinking, I visited it the usual hundred years in the past, when there isn’t likely to be a threat to me. That is one hundred years in that … evil child’s future. And I met the devil himself.
He spoke in vulgarities and sexual innuendos … and his clothing was … lacking. He turned what could have been elegant into something vile that he oozed or vomited to utilize. Imagine if I were to vomit my powers. Because that’s what he did. Into my mouth. He wielded a whip … which was disturbingly fitting for him. How long have I been gone? Because that is how long it took me to get away from him.