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RAFAEL SILVA September 2020 | November 2023

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"don't use your phone while driving" - actuallyrafa on Instagram Stories (Nov. 27, 2023)

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"Maybe, but it is possible I didn't hear it," he admits slowly, struggling to phrase his confession, but frankly it is not something that can be put delicately, and he cannot avoid telling him in case this is not an illusion but he ends up trapped in one. "I have been dealing with what basically boils down to a powerful curse, so there is always the possibility I was trapped in an illusion if you did." Still, he shrugs and closes the door behind him. "Can I offer you something to drink? Water, tea, coffee? Or I can doordash some melatonin and we can see if that helps with the sleeping."

Kay steps inside in a daze, his brow furrowed because he still really has no damn clue what he's doing there but he wants to find out. "Did I call you or anything?" He asks, kind of making himself at home as he reaches down to undo his boots. He tries to walk back what he'd been doing, what could have led him there. Home, he'd been home and Dante hadn't been there, it was Thursday wasn't it? Which meant the wolf was at All Fours and he was left to his own devices and there in sock clad feet now he's looking at a demon and he suddenly feels so small. "I don't know." He chews at the inside of his cheek, he looks to Eljah and he feels like a little kid even, scared and unsure. "I thought I fell asleep on the couch, next thing I know I'm here."

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RAFAEL SILVA — Instagram (2023)

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My love, can you hear my screams?

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RAFAEL SILVA (with David Granados) attends GLSEN’s Rise Up LA Benefit Gala at NeueHouse Hollywood - October 28, 2023

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RAFAEL SILVA as CARLOS REYES | 4 x 15 "Donors"

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Sassy Carlos "It was delicious" Reyes| 4 x 14 - "Tongues Out"

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"Yeah, that would do it," he mutters more to himself than anything as he lowers his hand and sends Chrys a thin-lipped smile as he tries to ignore the ever present reminder of Ba'al's words crawling around his face. Chrys is incredibly lucky that he does not see the illusion, because the thought alone makes him want to shudder i disgust. He has suffered a great deal more rancid tortures, but it is still a visceral image. Sighing softly, he shrugs and looks away. The image is a reminder that Ba'al could touch Chrys at any point, and that is what he fears the most. "The Lord of the Flies, Lord Beelzebub, Ba'al. Whatever name you know him for, he is my liege and master and he has decided that he is not happy with me."

Usually, Chrysaor wasn't in a good mood at parties, but that had changed since he and Elijah had gotten together. Going out to these things and being sociable wasn't so bad because when the banshee started to feel overstimulated, he would just default back to the retriever. Chrysaor had been in the middle of talking about the music when Elijah had blanched and spaced out, he'd mumbled a few things that contextually didn't make much sense, and now here he sat in front of him like all the life had been sucked right out of him.

"Your liege?" A cockroach skittered across Chrys's face, but only Elijah would perceive it. "Elijah, what are you talking about? We're having fun. What's going on with you?"

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"Music to my ears," Elijah all but purrs as he finally turns and treats his banshee with a blinding smile as he hurries along to follow Chrys' orders. Reaching forward, he grasps his hand on his own and presses a kiss on the back of it, eyes on his as he lingers for a long moment. Then, he moves forward and presses a kiss against his forehead, then lowers down and kisses his lips sweetly, as he moves to straddle him. "Oh? I would love nothing more."

Chrys couldn't keep his eyes off Elijah, but it wasn't hard for the banshee to understand that this was precisely how the incubus preferred it. All eyes were on him when he was on stage, and in moments like this, he wanted to make sure that Chrysaor couldn't look away. The banshee's eyes traced every line and every bit of muscle that Elijah put on display, the roundness of his ass, and the strength of his thighs. "You're talented." Chrysaor remarked candidly, extending his hand towards the other, "Come here, let me show you how much I appreciated your show."

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RONEN RUBINSTEIN and RAFAEL SILVA

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It crosses his mind, that for all his power and domain, the Lord of Lies might be somewhat insecure. There is not other explanation that would account for his belief that Elijah had managed to escape him once upon a time. He has always known where he is to end, knows who he belongs to, to which throne he prostrates to. Before anything, Elijah has always been cunning, and he knows who hold power. In the Inferno, he had never been the one to hold it, never attempted to in his desperation to clutch to who he had been, but despite not having power, he had always known who held it, who would wield it.

He had never doubted Beelzebub's might, never outwardly been anything but afraid of his lord and envious of his power, but he is well aware that his very existence as a cubi reveals his hand. He resisted the Inferno, and his hurry to avoid full damnation, he had drawn the disapproval of his master.

There is not a doubt on his mind that the peaceful existence he had carved for himself was gone.

The Temple of Aphrodite falls away, and they are back at the Count's castle. Ba'al gives him his warning, words etched into his skin, and the atmosphere shifts.

Chrysaor is back before him.

Or is he?

With the Lord of the Lies, he will never know.

"My liege has chosen to punish me for seeking freedom from the Inferno," he tells the banshee flatly, trying to pull back the raw fear running through him even as it shows on his tone, and then he hides his face on trembling hands and takes a shuddering breath. Fuck. He is spooked, he is playing right into Beelzebub's hands, but he needs to try and tell Chrysaor of Ba'al's promise before he falls into his impulses and kisses his lover. And if this is yet another illusion, if he is not even talking to Chrysaor right now? Well, he would rather delay the realization that he will never know the truth again. "And I believe if it is best for me to leave for the night."

Ba'al had leaned in towards Elijah, thoroughly disgusted by the incubus before him that forming the words had almost been difficult. Elijah was spineless to the end, a liar, and not even a very good one because his tongue had been cemented to the roof of his mouth. Ba'al had found it pathetic that the incubus had nothing to offer, so he would lay his gift upon the other and leave him be. He planned to return after some time to see if Elijah wavered, but he remained insulted by Elijah's behavior so the incubus would need to be punished. After all those years in the pit, Elijah was still a sniveling cretin. After a few months with this dead man, Elijah had indoctrinated himself fully into the Abyss, so there was clearly only one thing of value that Ba'al could take from him.

Once more, the world about them shifted; it returned, and when Ba'al sat opposite Elijah, wearing Chrysaor's face, it was as though nothing had changed from just moments ago. Still, the Lord of Lies spoke: "My curse for you is uncertainty, that you will never know what is true again and what is me. You are mine, Elijah. You will always be mine, and I will never let you go."

Chrysaor smiled and said, "Elijah, hello? Where did you go just there? I just said that you had yet to make good on your word." There were plenty of dark corners in that place, and while sitting there was nice, and they both looked good, the wine had the banshee thinking about everything underneath.