damien markiplier

La mascota del joven maestro Damien

—¿Quién te tocó? —preguntó él, su mirada sombría bajando hacia ella y cuando no respondió, su voz retumbó en la habitación—. ¿QUIÉN? —El mayordomo que estaba cerca de la pared habló temblorosamente: — Señor, fue el señor Reverale —la cara de Damien se tornó agria, su mandíbula marcándose en ira giró su rostro hacia el lado donde el mayordomo estaba detrás. —Tráiganme al hombre. —¿A-ahora? —tartamudeó el mayordomo—. Era la hora de la noche. Damien, que no había roto el contacto visual con la chica frente a él, empujó su mano contra la pared que ahora descansaba al lado de la cabeza de su hermosa chica. Girando su cuerpo, primero miró a su mayordomo que tenía la cabeza inclinada. Con gran coraje, el mayordomo alzó la vista para encontrarse con los ojos de su Amo: — ¿Tiene usted algún otro momento mejor? ¿O debería ser después de que le tuerza el cuello? —Damien preguntó con calma inclinando su cabeza—. No un segundo después, el mayordomo salió corriendo de la habitación para volver con el señor Reverale después de veinte minutos. —Damien, ¿vamos a tener una fiesta del té nocturna? —El señor Reverale vino a saludar pero el amo de la casa tenía otros planes—. Al ver el cuchillo que estaba clavado en la manzana sobre la mesa, lo alcanzó para sacarlo. Justo cuando el señor Reverale iba a intercambiar un apretón de manos con él, Damien tomó su mano para colocarla sobre la mesa. En un movimiento rápido como si estuviese cortando cebollas, cortó los cuatro dedos de la mano del hombre, haciéndole chillar y llorar de dolor. —Nadie toca lo que es mío. Estoy seguro de que esto te lo recordará la próxima vez que incluso pienses en tocarla —suspiró Damien como si estuviera cansado de decirle a la gente que mantuviera sus sucias manos lejos de sus pertenencias. Conozca a Damien Quinn, un vampiro de sangre pura que es un narcisista completo, brusco con sus palabras y tacaño a pesar de ser rico que regateó cuando compró una esclava del mercado negro. Por otro lado, conozca a Penélope que cree que es una 'invitada' por unos días en la casa de los Quinn ya que está decidida a escapar del extraño vampiro que necesita terapia. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

ash_knight17 · Fantasy

Das Haustier des jungen Meisters Damien

"Wer hat dich angefasst?", fragte er, seine Augen brütend auf sie gerichtet, und als sie nicht antwortete, donnerte seine Stimme in den Raum: "WER?" Der Butler, der an der Wand stand, sprach zittrig: "Sir, es war Mr. Reverale", Damiens Gesicht wurde säuerlich, sein Kiefer kribbelte vor Wut und er drehte sein Gesicht zur Seite, wo der Butler hinter ihm stand. "Bringt den Mann her." "N-nun?", stotterte der Butler. Es war die Zeit der Nacht. Damien, der den Blickkontakt mit dem Mädchen vor ihm nicht unterbrochen hatte, stieß seine Hand gegen die Wand, die nun neben dem Kopf seines schönen Mädchens ruhte. Als er sich umdrehte, sah er zuerst seinen Butler an, der den Kopf gesenkt hatte. Mit großem Mut begegnete der Butler den Augen seines Meisters: "Habt Ihr einen anderen besseren Zeitpunkt? Oder soll es sein, nachdem ich dir den Hals umgedreht habe?" fragte Damien ruhig und legte den Kopf schief. Keine Sekunde später rannte der Butler aus dem Zimmer, um nach zwanzig Minuten mit Mr. Reverale zurückzukehren. "Damien, haben wir eine späte Teeparty?" Mr. Reverale wollte ihn begrüßen, aber der Herr des Hauses hatte andere Pläne. Als er das Messer entdeckte, das in dem Apfel auf dem Tisch steckte, griff er danach, um es herauszuziehen. Gerade als Mr. Reverale ihm die Hand geben wollte, ergriff Damien seine Hand, um sie auf den Tisch zu legen. Mit einer schnellen Bewegung, als ob er Zwiebeln schneiden würde, hackte er dem Mann die vier Finger von der Hand, so dass er vor Schmerz aufschrie und weinte. "Niemand rührt an, was mir gehört. Ich bin sicher, das wird dich daran erinnern, wenn du das nächste Mal auch nur daran denkst, sie anzufassen", seufzte Damien, als wäre er es leid, den Leuten zu sagen, dass sie ihre schmutzigen Hände von seinen Sachen lassen sollten. Darf ich vorstellen: Damien Quinn, ein reinblütiger Vampir, der ein kompletter Narzisst ist, frech mit seinen Worten und geizig, obwohl er reich ist und feilschte, als er eine Sklavin auf dem Schwarzmarkt kaufte. Auf der anderen Seite steht Penelope, die sich für ein paar Tage als "Gast" bei den Quinns wähnt, weil sie dem seltsamen Vampir entkommen will, der eine Therapie braucht. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

ash_knight17 · Fantasy

Jovem mestre Damien animal de estimação

"Quem tocou em você?" ele perguntou, seus olhos turvos sobre ela e quando ela não respondeu, sua voz trovejou no quarto, "QUEM?" O mordomo que estava perto da parede falou trêmulo, "Senhor, foi o Senhor Reverale," o rosto de Damien se tornou sombrio, sua mandíbula tique-taqueando em fúria ele virou o rosto para o lado onde o mordomo estava atrás. "Traga o homem até aqui." "A-agora?" gaguejou o mordomo. Era hora da noite. Damien, que não havia quebrado o contato visual com a garota à sua frente, empurrou a mão contra a parede a qual agora descansava ao lado da cabeça de sua bela garota. Virando o corpo, ele primeiro olhou para seu mordomo que tinha a cabeça baixa. Com muita coragem, o mordomo encontrou os olhos do seu Mestre, "Você tem algum outro momento melhor? Ou será depois que eu torcer o seu pescoço?" Damien perguntou calmamente inclinando a cabeça. Não um segundo depois, o mordomo correu para fora do quarto e voltou com o Senhor Reverale após vinte minutos. "Damien, vamos ter um chá da tarde atrasado?" o Senhor Reverale veio saudar, mas o mestre da casa tinha outros planos. Avistando a faca que estava cravada na maçã sobre a mesa, ele a alcançou para retirá-la. Justamente quando o Senhor Reverale foi trocar um aperto de mãos com ele, Damien tomou posse de sua mão para colocá-la sobre a mesa. Em um movimento ágil como se estivesse cortando cebolas, ele decepou os quatro dedos do homem de sua mão fazendo-o uivar e gritar de dor. "Ninguém toca no que é meu. Tenho certeza de que isso vai lhe lembrar na próxima vez que pensar em tocá-la," suspirou Damien como se estivesse cansado de dizer às pessoas para manterem suas mãos sujas longe de suas posses. Conheça Damien Quinn, um vampiro de sangue puro que é um completo narcisista, grosseiro com suas palavras e mesquinho apesar de ser rico que pechincha quando comprou um escravo do mercado negro. Por outro lado, conheça Penelope que acredita ser uma 'convidada' por alguns dias na casa dos Quinn enquanto pretende escapar do estranho vampiro que precisa de terapia. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

ash_knight17 · Fantasy

L'animal de compagnie du jeune maître Damien

"Qui t'a touchée ?" demanda-t-il, ses yeux fixant les siens et quand elle ne répondit pas, sa voix tonna dans la pièce, "QUI ?" Le majordome qui se tenait près du mur parla d'une voix tremblante, "Monsieur, c'était Monsieur Reverale," le visage de Damien s'assombrit, sa mâchoire se contractant de colère, il tourna son visage vers le majordome qui était derrière lui. "Amenez l'homme ici." "M-maintenant ?" bégaya le majordome. C'était l'heure de la nuit. Damien, qui n'avait pas rompu son contact visuel avec la fille devant lui, posa sa main contre le mur qui reposait maintenant à côté de la tête de sa belle fille. Tournant son corps, il regarda d'abord son majordome qui avait la tête baissée. Avec beaucoup de courage, le majordome vint croiser le regard de son Maître, "Est-ce que tu as un autre moment pour cela? Ou devrait-on attendre que j'aie envie de t'étrangler?" demanda calmement Damien en inclinant la tête. Pas une seconde plus tard, le majordome sortit de la pièce pour revenir avec Monsieur Reverale après vingt minutes. "Damien, avons-nous une fête du thé tardive ?" Monsieur Reverale vint saluer mais le maître de la maison avait d'autres plans. Apercevant le couteau qui était planté dans la pomme sur la table, il le saisit pour le retirer. Au moment où Monsieur Reverale tendit la main pour lui serrer la main, Damien prit sa main pour la poser sur la table. En un mouvement rapide comme s'il coupait des oignons, il trancha les quatre doigts de l'homme de sa main, le faisant crier et pleurer de douleur. "Personne ne touche ce qui est à moi. Je suis sûr que cela te rappellera la prochaine fois que tu penseras même à la toucher," soupira Damien comme s'il en avait marre de dire aux gens de garder leurs mains sales loin de ses affaires. Rencontrez Damien Quinn, un vampire de pur sang qui est un narcissique complet, brut avec ses mots et avare même s'il est riche qui a marchandé quand il a acheté un esclave sur le marché noir. D'un autre côté, rencontrez Pénélope qui croit qu'elle est une 'invitée' pour quelques jours chez les Quinn car elle a l'intention de s'échapper de l'étrange vampire qui a besoin d'une thérapie. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

ash_knight17 · Fantasy

L'animale domestico del giovane maestro Damien

"Chi ti ha toccato?" chiese, i suoi occhi incupiti su di lei e quando lei non rispose, la sua voce tuonò nella stanza, "CHI?" Il maggiordomo che stava vicino al muro parlò tremante, "Signore, è stato il Signor Reverale," il volto di Damien divenne cupo, la sua mascella che pulsava di rabbia mentre girava il viso di lato dove il maggiordomo stava dietro. "Porta qui l'uomo." "A-adesso?" balbettò il maggiordomo. Era notte fonda. Damien, che non aveva interrotto il contatto visivo con la ragazza di fronte a lui, spinse la mano contro il muro che ora riposava accanto alla testa della sua bella ragazza. Girando il corpo, prima guardò il suo maggiordomo che aveva la testa chinata. Con grande coraggio, il maggiordomo venne ad incontrare gli occhi del suo Maestro, "Hai un altro momento migliore? O dovrebbe essere dopo che ti avrò stretto il collo?" chiese Damien con calma inclinando la testa. Non un secondo dopo, il maggiordomo corse fuori dalla stanza per tornare con il Signor Reverale dopo venti minuti. "Damien, stiamo avendo un tea party a tarda notte?" venne a salutare il Signor Reverale, ma il padrone della casa aveva altri piani. Notando il coltello che era conficcato nella mela sul tavolo, lo raggiunse per estrarlo. Propio mentre il Signor Reverale andava a scambiare una stretta di mano con lui, Damien prese la sua mano per posarla sul tavolo. Con un movimento rapido come se stesse tagliando cipolle, tagliò le quattro dita della mano dell'uomo facendolo urlare e piangere dal dolore. "Nessuno tocca ciò che è mio. Sono sicuro che questo ti ricorderà la prossima volta che anche solo penserai di toccarla," sospirò Damien come se fosse stanco di dire alle persone di tenere le loro sporche mani lontane dalle sue proprietà. Conosci Damien Quinn, un vampiro purosangue che è un completo narcisista, brusco con le parole e avaro nonostante sia ricco, che ha contrattato quando ha comprato una schiava dal mercato nero. D'altra parte, conosci Penelope che crede di essere una 'ospite' per alcuni giorni dai Quinn mentre è intenzionata a fuggire dallo strano vampiro che ha bisogno di terapia. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

ash_knight17 · Fantasy

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