MY RELIGION | OPEN, RETURN

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]He was done with it all. The demon deals, the law of hell, and ultimately looking for Fragilepast. He had been living this life for years and years now, creating a fool of himself that everyone laughed at. Nosferatu was getting up their in age with his body he had possessed since birth and wanted to live his life out in peace for once he body died of old age, so would he. He had lived as a cross road's demon for more years than he could count, but today, he put that all behind him.

He was still a demon, nonetheless, but one who had strayed from his duty. He was a vigilante now. Clan after clan did he hop, joining nearly everyone of them, but SolsticeClan and ThunderClan were his forever homes. "Yo, anyone 'round!?" called out the ebony tom as he approached the border, German accent hanging heavy in this tone. "Don't know if any of ya 'member me, but the name's Nosferatu. Use to a be a leader here and crap like that. Anyway, I'm here to re-join for the thousandth time." Unlike the last time, he was going to stick around. Unlike the last times, he was here to stay.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Nosferatu watched as they all appeared, a hint of disappointment tugging at his heart. The ebony male could not recognize anyone here, and it only fed into the reasons why being immortal sucked. You outlived everyone, your friends, family, and rivals until you were the only one left. He did not mind meeting and making friends with new faces, but nostalgia hung heavy in his heart. "It's nice to meet ya dearies!" exclaimed the domestic cat to all who greeted him. Shifting his gaze to the others he noticed they were all... dogs. It was a strange coincidence, but looking up at them to talk was rather tiresome.

Being use to his saber tooth body, he was use to looking down upon people, so this was quite the change of pace. Shifting his emerald gaze to Viakit, he gave a shake of his head. "Nope. I'm a demon who use to live in hell. The heat down there is nothing compared to the heat up here. I'm just use to it, really." Nosferatu was truly use to it for the heat in the mortal world was not as bad as some portrayed it out to be. Looking to Hurricanpup, he gave yet another shake of his head. "Nah, I'm good. But thanks!" Finally, his gaze looked to Armypaw where the demon looked him over for a brief moment. 'You're quite the cute one. Ya single?" Nosferatu inquired with his signature trademark. He was kidding for the most part. Having been married twice and in quite a few relationships, he felt it was time to wind down from everything, but flirting was still fun to do.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Drawing his emerald gaze away from the apprentice, he then looked to Paintedgaze. "Nice to meet ya too." meowed the domestic before he sat, curling his tail around his paws. As he moved, the cross necklace that hung from his neck swung to and fro, catching the sunlight and reflecting it off. Blinking an eye to block out the reflection caused by the necklace, be brought up a paw to pressed it to his chest, causing to movement to cease. "Well, hell is hotter than, well, anything up here. It constantly smells like sulfur and blood and everyone is either screaming or throwing things at each other. But it actually isn't that bad. We have a nice petting zoo and an all-you-can-eat buffet." angling his small, rounded ears forward, his attention quickly found Samuel as the hound approached. "Yo Sam, long time no see, kid. How've ya been?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Watching the apprentice get flustered at his words, the male let out a chuckle, amusment flashing within his eyes. "Relax kiddo, I'm just gettin' a rise outta ya. Plus, you're a little young for me."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]"Go ahead. Technically, I'm still married, and I wouldn't want be become the whore I use to be again." he was not sure if he and Anders were still together, but they had gotten separated more times than he could count. Even if they were no longer together, the male found no desire to rekindle another relationship. He had dated countless number of people since he joined the clans. Castiel, Carnivalpaw, Coldsweats, Hannibal, William, Fragilepast, and so on and so forth. There had been a time where being alone was frighting to him and had suffered from anxiety attacks because of it. Since the whole ordeal with William, his first husband, he had grown and learned that he needed to rely on himself for love and support, and no one else.

Turning his head to Hansel, he emitted a hum. "Well, I use to be a human who was a German Nazi during World War Two and ran a couple concentration camps, died, spent about... Twenty years in hell, and including being here, so... About ninety-one years." by demon standards, he was just a child, but he had accomplished more in those seventy years as demon than most did within several thousands of years. Looking to the German shepherd as he appeared, the male gave him a nod in acknowledgement. Everyone here seemed to be of German ancestry and spoke German, but he had the bragging rights of being the first. Well, not exactly first, but the first out of everyone here.