#;In Hell: Damien LaVey

[superbeaucoupdevisages]

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      “HAHA! PROOF THAT I’M NOT A SPICY RED BABY! I AM A SPICY RED A D U L T!”

[lesansnom]

Damien Lavey et son oncle méga cool : Hellboy !!

Il avait commencer à se couper les cornes pour faire comme tonton avant de se prendre une giga raclée des darons

J'ai sûrement trop joué à Monster Prom ces derniers jour mais je veux battre ce putain de soleil !!

[awholerat177]

My friends and I play Monster Prom together at least 3 times a week. So, for my best friends birthday, I hand sewed them a Damien LaVey plushie.

I’ve never made a plushie before so I’m not the proudest of it but my friend enjoyed it, so it’s a win in my book :]

[lotus-duckies]

so would getting killed by the pope be more lethal than getting killed by a regular guy when the victims in question are a demon, a vampire, and a zombie

[shirakow]

˗ˏˋ꒰ summary ꒱ ; crying damien because he's overstimulated ?

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ☀️ pair ⋅ ˚✮ ; Damien LaVey x Male!Reader

⁺ ⛧ ; self-indulgent post because I finally got to play Monster Prom again. I don't care how niche it is today I am still posting about it !! This is also based on that one choice in the game <3

Damien was too cute!

Earlier he was whining about seeing potential spoilers for "Sport of Seats" because he missed an episode due to the fact that he was gone for reasons he would not elaborate on that surely didn't involve the nearby orphanage.

But now look at him, he was crying!

You never knew you had the ability to make Prince's cry, much less the Prince of Hell of all people. "Has your brain finally turned to mush?" You whispered into his ear as you gave a particularly harsh thrust to his prostate which earned a sob from Damien.

"N-Nooo moreee....!~" Damien clawed at the bedsheets under him, his red cock leaking with cum that pooled on the white fabric of the mattress.

"Let's mess up your brain so good you won't even know how to read."

Is what you told him a few hours ago. "Clearly you need more if you're still able to form sentences." A grin formed on your lips as you pushed his head down on the bed, and snapped your hips forward on his ass, creating a loud slapping noise.

The mere sight of his winking hole almost made you cum, but you didn't. Not unless Damien begged hard enough. "A-Ah...!~ Mmmh, fuckkkk...!~" Damien bit his bottom lip as his eyes rolled back, "T-There fuck, please...! Keep hitting that fucking spot...!" He begged whorishly with a drunken smile on his face. You rose a brow at his words.

It's that easy to forget why you were mad when a good dick's fucking you, huh?

"What? This spot?" You taunted by purposefully missing it. Damien sobbed and shook his head, squirming under you while more tears rolled down his cheeks. "Y-You fucking cocksucker..!" He glanced back at you with a glare, only for it to fall when he realized you were not gonna give him what he wanted if he kept being bratty.

"Just give it to me, please, please...! I-I won't ever chase you down with a knife again...! Please just ruin me you s-shith—A-AH!~" Damien didn't even have to tell you twice! Although he begged with empty words, you gave in. You're not that mean after all.

You let go of his hair and instead placed both your hands on his hips, before going back to fucking straight into his prostate by changing the angle of your thrusts. The squelching sound that Damien's hole made was so erotic, so wet and so slippery—even the thought of recording it just made you even harder.

Damien squealed as his toes curled. You didn't even know he could make such a sound.

But hey, at least you kept your word.

© shirakow ; MORE DP INCOMING !!

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 2 MATCH 20

Damien propaganda:

“I LOVE DAMIEN LAVEY A LOT !! he is such a silly gremlin of a guy I love him + he is my favourite character ever actually. He's the prince of the 8th circle of hell and his dads are the kings and they all love eachother a lot, it's really silly. when he was younger, to rebel he literally broke off one of his horns so that's why he has . one and a half.

he's really into drag, one of his endings in Prom is about how he wanted to do something with make-up/hair etc as a career but he felt as if his dads wanted him to solely take over as king of the 8th circle BUT that wasn't the case. at the end of the ending his dad's r like "what you can do what you want". ALSO we see him in drag in Monster Roadtrip and oh great heavens.

He is so silly. he has horrible . wilderness. instincts ...? because of the whole prince thing and it's really pathetic I love him. 

I could go on and on oh my god . one final thing uh also in roadtrip during one of the talks at the rest stop with him he calls you (the player) a silly dumbass and OHHH MY GOD I went bonkers I love him a lot”

“He's v cool and acts tough, but has a secret passion for hairstyling and make up that he hides cus he doesn't want to disappoint his dads who want him to rule over hell after them. Also he constantly commits arson, so that's fun :)”

Alistair propaganda:

“I love his puns and sarcasm. He may be kinda dumb and like the epitome of boring white boy to some people, but i just love the humour he brings to the party.”

[undobutton]

White Towels! Damien x Reader

warnings: Swearing ofc, yelling, arguments, suggestive, mentions of sex, no actual sex.

genre: fluff? established relationship

wc: 702

characters: #1 prince of hell! Damien LaVey!

synopsis: You and Damien argue over who gets the top bunk

a/n: I wrote this forever ago, it's been in my drafts for ages but now it's all done! i will cry when it comes time to update my masterlists I colored what you say since there's a lot of dialogue. Damien. Reader.

“NO, YOU FUCK HEAD!”

“NO, YOU FUCK HEAD!”

“JUST SLEEP ON THE BOTTOM BUNK!”

“NO!”

“WHY NOT! YOU’RE ALWAYS FINE WITH BEING UNDER ME!”

“OH HARDY-HAR-HAR!”

“IT’S TRUE!”

“WERE GOING TO BED, NOT FUCKING!”

“THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK”

“YEAH WELL- what?”

“what?”

“What did you just say Damien?” You ask, arms crossed, throat sore.

The two of you are out on a mini vacation for a date, it was your anniversary gift to him (The ability to gain a reputation for trouble in another dimension before blowing it up.) 

But the hotel you’re staying in only has bunk beds for sleeping arrangements. And this dimension has bunks for most- if not all arrangements. Bunk sofas, bunk chairs, bunk banks That Damien is especially excited about, bunk bookshelves, bunk airplanes, and much more. 

But unlike everything else where you two are able to go for top or bottom without so much as thinking about it. The top bunk is where you both want to sleep. 

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you have yet to share a bed outiside of sex. but the idea of sleeping together has been skilfully avoided, causing this mess.

“What I said is not important! What is important is that you let me sleep on the top bunk!” He pouts. matching your mannerisms.

“No it’s not! this is so insignificant!”

“Well, if it’s so insignificant then lemme  sleep on the top!”

“No!”

“Well I’m a the prince of Hell so-”

“Put your royalty card right back up your ass!”

“Put it there yourself!”

“don’t threaten me with a good time LaVey!”

“Don’t use your horny on my threats!"

“You started it!”

“No!”

“Yes!"

“No!”

“Yes!”

 As you two pointlessly argue Damien steps closer and closer, you do the same. Until you’re practically chest to chest glaring into eachothers eyes. 

The funky part about this is that neither of you are mad. Damien lost the ability to cover his feelings for you with rage ages ago, and you just think he’s too pretty to be mad at. So this is truly just a fun game you’re playing. 

Looking into his golden eyes, you remember that. The thought makes you smile. He frowns in response.

“What’s so funny, fucknut?”

“Well-” You start.

“Uhm, I-I have towels.”

You both look to the door and see a bear-dog hybrid (don’t ask) holding white towels with a look of terror on their face. Temporarily dropping the ‘argument’ you and Damien head over to them.

“I don’t mean to interrupt. I just forgot to drop them off earlier. And then I heard you two arguing and I thought I should leave you alone. But what if you got-”

“Give us the fucking things and scram. We’re busy.” Damien growls. Making the poor bear-dog whimper. 

“Thanks!” You say taking the towels off their hands. They look at you and relax a bit.

“A-also, I don’t mean to pry but. Why not share the top bunk? This hotel was made for couples on double dates…”

You and Damien look at each other, heat capturing your faces.

“Uhm… go away please.” You beam. Taking a step closer to your boyfriend.

“Oh yes of course! Be sure to call down if you need anything!” They say running off.

“Do you want to share the bed with me Damien?” You ask. 

The demon blushes, leaning against the white bunk couch next to the door. 

“I don’t fucking know… I’ll share the bed with you if you want.” he mumbles.

You sigh, placing the towels on the living room table. 

“I want to sleep on the top bunk, and if there just so happens to be a spicy red adult who is already laying in that bed. Then I think I’d be okay with that. I might actually prefer to have him there than sleep alone in that big bed.” You state, batting your eyelashes at him. He smirks, walking to sit on the bottom bunk of the couch.

“Well, I wanna sleep on the top bunk too. And… I’ll beat you there!” He yells, taking off.

“Hey no fair!” You shout after him. as your joint laughter fills the room. 

reblogs greatly appreciated! -button🌺

[l1tw1ck]

Well Crafted Trap

Your prey falls right into your trap

Bottom!FTM Damien x Top!Masc!Eldritch Reader

{Request} | AFAB Language Used

monster prom? more like monster cock

CW: Non-Con to Con, Mind Manipulation, Size Difference, Blood Mention, Breeding, Daddy Kink, Mating Press, Squirting, Creampie, Knotting

📝 974 Words

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It was another one of those parties, monsters getting drunk or high off their asses and some having sex in the bathroom.

You weren't quite the party type, being surrounded by inebriated idiots isn't how you'd preferably spend a Saturday night but you have a reason to be here.

You've had your eyes on Damien for a while and what better way than to get him while he's intoxicated?

You walk up behind Damien and tap on his shoulder, making him turn around and jump.

"Agh.." Damien's eyes widen. "Who are you..?!"

Your current form was meant to be less scary than your regular form but it still seems to have invoked fear on the partygoers, including the 'fearless' Damien LaVey.

He doesn't know you very well, only that you're Zoe's brother but he must've forgotten or he's too drunk to remember. "I'm Zoe's brother, [Name]."

"Ooh." He nods. "Whaddya want?"

"Do you want to go set a house on fire? I have someone I need to take revenge on."

His eyes literally light up with mini flames. "Hell yeah!"

He lets you lead the way, bringing him to a house in a very secluded area. So secluded that if anyone screamed, only animals would notice.

"Who's house is this anyway?" Damien asks, standing at the end of the path leading to the front door.

You walk up behind him and whisper something into his ear, altering his mind and causing him to feel scared and weak.

His body starts to shake and he looks around the area anxiously. "Dude..?"

You drag him inside the house, your house, and bring him up to your bedroom. After laying him down on the bed you start removing his clothes.

He feels as if he's having an out of body experience, he can't move or fight back, all he can do is watch.

You take your own clothes off next, your hard length makes Damien even more terrified. He's seen a lot of interesting looking dicks before but he's never seen one so big and scary looking.

It's going to rip him apart.

In normal circumstances, he'd gladly take on the challenge but with the fear you instilled in him, all he can think about is how much it'll hurt.

You place your hand over his stomach. "You're so small..." You run your hand down to his cunt, getting him wet. You push your thick fingers into his entrance, admiring the feeling before taking your fingers out and lubing your cock with his slick and your pre cum.

"Can't wait to knock you up." You mutter, aligning your cock with his entrance.

Damien's head moves less than an inch in attempt at shaking his head, so scared he can barely move. A sharp breath leaves his trembling lips as you push your tip inside him, his entire body shaking while you continue entering him without a care for him at all. The stretch is painful and he's sure he's bleeding.

He manages to lean his head back, trying to get used to you inside him while you take in the feeling of it. You lean into his neck and stick out your long slimy tongue, dragging it along the hot flesh. Steam comes out from how hot his body is, literally.

"You're so tight, baby." You groan, placing your hand on his stomach to feel the bump in his stomach as you slowly pull out. You move back until only your tip is inside before slamming your entire length inside him, causing him to shriek, although it comes out as more of a slutty moan.

He chokes on his own spit as you treat him like a toy, fucking him without any remorse. The longer you fuck him the more your 'spell' starts to wear off and he feels less and less afraid.

Your big, scary hands turn into big, warm hands that he wants wrapped around his neck. Your terrifyingly long tongue turns to something he wants stuck down his throat and at some point in between his legs. And your way too big cock turns to a cock he wants to feel in every one of his holes, to have it's hot cum fill him everywhere possible.

Damien's whines of pain turn to shameless moans of pleasure. You force him into a mating press and he gasps, squirting on your length.

"Look at you, squirting so hard on Daddy's cock." You coo. "You like being bred, sweetheart?"

Damien twitches and nods. "I lo- love it~!" He wraps his arms around you, digging his sharp nails into your skin. "Ge- get me pregn- pregnant~! Pleas- please come inside me, Daddy~!"

You smirk, you didn't even have to do anything. He would've let you fuck him in the first place. "I didn't think you were such a whore."

Damien squeezes you tight, about to come again. He feels completely brainless as he chants 'please' and 'daddy' over and over.

You kiss him, pushing your long slimy tongue down his throat. He twitches at the feeling, squirming around as your tongue fucks his mouth. Damien's eyes roll back, his back arching as he comes again.

You keep stuffing your tongue down his throat, thrusts becoming sloppier as you reach your peak.

Damien moans as he feels a hot wave of thick cum spill inside him, your knot forming to insure he gets pregnant. He rolls his hips on your knot as your cum continues to fill him up.

You finally take your tongue out of his mouth, a glob of saliva dropping onto his shirt. He looks at you with half lidded eyes, red nails still deep into your skin with your blood coating them a different color.

You rub his stomach gently. "Gonna look so pretty when your tummy swells."

Damien lets out a soft, breathy moan.

[lovesick-level-up]

Damien LaVey Graphics

@hiddencircus's anniversary event: dos - your angle or yuor devil

strawberrysnipes reminded us monster prom existed and now we're editing it again. we love the games so much, we really should replay them again. anyway, damien go brrrr. he's literally the son of the kings of hell. we're very gay for him.

feel free to use with credit as long as you aren't on our dni, but don't claim as your own! like/reblog if you save or enjoy!

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

A and B are in love. A is a Royal, B is a commoner.

Damien as the crowned prince of the eighth circle of hell knew there was a lot expected of him when his dads eventually decided to step down from the the throne and give him a shot. His dads were incredibly supportive of all his pursuits he they drag or murder, though one thing Damien knew they wouldn’t be as approving of about him was his interest in Jade. Not for any class related reasons, his own fathers were of different classes when they fell in love, but mainly because compared to the LaVey versions of fun, she was lame as hell. They were fine with him being friends with her and had said nothing negative about her to his face, though he couldn’t shake the feeling his fathers would be disappointed in him if he did tell them how he truly felt about her. He met up with her in the evening most times, the earth would crack open, just enough for him to walk out of before closing back up and today was no different. He didn’t know much about the woods or nature survival in general, but she did, and that was something he very much needed for their meetup location, a large grove of trees, secluded and separate. “Jade! Jade are you out here,” Damien asked in a loud whisper that was almost louder than his normal speaking voice, looking around the dark trees to see if he could spot her.

[superbeaucoupdevisages]

The harpy seemed frantic, and that could only mean one thing: she lost something. "Have you seen my spare guitar neck?!"

Okay what kind of question was that. (You pick an MP muse :p)

@dizzyizzyharper

      "...How the fuck do you lose a guitar neck besides smashing it off? But nah, I’ve been setting the shitass cafeteria food on fire.” How dare they not have tacos today! Damien had to spend money to get his own- So the cafeteria food deserved to burn.

      “Couldn’t you just like. Make a new one or some shit? It’s just wood, ain’t it? Like isn’t that shit just carved anyways?"

[freesidexjunkie]

Fic Masterlist

Growing list. I've taken an accidental years long hiatus from writing, so bear with me. Under construction or w/e.

AO3 at freesidexjunkie. Most places at freesidexjunkie or some variant tbh.

One Shot pieces:

Gortash (Baldurs Gate 3): (can also find my posts about them tagged as #maevris)

- if i could hold you for a minute: tumblr; AO3 — complete, but part for a longer upcoming fic

- Trouble: tumblr; AO3 — complete/stand alone (at least for now, doesn't fit the plot of my longer fic but the brainworms demanded it)

- to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you: tumblr; AO3 — maybe complete, maybe I'll expand. idk.

- stay with me: tumblr; AO3 — sickeningly sweet follow up to the previous fic

- all for her: tumblr; AO3 — inspired by the linked post about gortash's robes being too big on durge

- tell me you're mine: tumblr; AO3 — jealous, needy Gortash smut

Long reads:

Solas (Dragon Age)

- Din'an All Elgara (Death of the Sun): AO3, tagging #sarissa and #din'an all elgara — WIP

Rolan (Baldur's Gate)

- First Light: AO3; tumblr (Ch1), tagging #rhiannon and other assorted rolan tags — WIP

Crack fic (do not expect anything "good" or serious)

Nick Valentine X MacCready (Fallout 4)

- Nuts & Bolts - FFN, AO3

Scott Howl X Damien LaVey (Monster Prom)

- Hell Hath No Furries (except Damien's boyfriend) - AO3

[demonicshowdown]

And now, to reveal The Bracket

Beneath the cut you will find a text list of the matchups (links coming soon) as well as the media they are from.

666,

Furfur

Top Left:

Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler) vs. Lucifer (Obey Me!)

King (The Owl House) vs. Allistair Ash (Fantasy High)

Dahlia Aquino (Monster Camp) vs. Asmodeus (Puppet History)

Tahm Kench (League of Legends) vs. Gorthalax (Fantasy High)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) vs. Red Son (LEGO Monkie Kid)

Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) vs. Ghost Rider (Marvel)

Lorne (Buffyverse) vs. HIM (Powerpuff Girls)

Barbatos (Obey Me!) vs. Millie (Helluva Boss)

Bottom Left:

Asmodeus.exe (Pony Island) vs. Luci (Disenchantment)

Mammon (Obey Me!) vs. Devil Cookie (Cookie Run)

Courtney (Dead End: Paranormal Park) vs. Lord Garmadon (LEGO Ninjago)

Morax (Catholic Canon) vs. Ob Nixilis (Magic: the Gathering)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) vs. Fiddlesticks (League of Legends)

The Devil (Cuphead) vs. Lead Shax (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun)

Giratina (Pokemon) vs. Lucifer (The Bible)

n°1 (Artemis Fowl) vs. Hellboy (Marvel)

Top Right:

Crowley (Good Omens) vs. Crowley (Supernatural)

Asmodeus Alice (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun) vs. Lucifer (Shim Megami Tensai)

Amy Kiriwo (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun) vs. Gary (Your Pretty Face is Going to Hell)

Beelzebub (Catholic Canon) vs. Opera (Welcome to Demon School Iruma-Kun)

Jamie (Cryptid Crush) vs. Verdilet (Tomb Raider)

Fig Faeth (Fantasy High) vs. Leviathan (Obey Me!)

Damien LaVey (Monster Prom) vs. Temtation (The Temptations of St. Anthony by Salvador Rosa)

Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice) vs. Stolas (Helluva Boss)

Bottom Right:

Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist) vs. Raven (Teen Titans)

Bendy (Bendy and the Ink Machine) vs. Pazuzu (Catholic Canon)

Abyssal Chicken (D&D) vs. Shredder (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Blitzo (Helluva Boss) vs. Hastur (Good Omens)

Naberius Kalego (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun) vs. Asmodeus (Obey Me!)

Moxxie (Helluva Boss) vs. Marceline (Adventure Time)

Rukia Kuchiki (Bleach: Brave Souls) vs. Luo Binghe (The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System)

Mazikeen (Sandman) vs. Furfur (the mod of this poll wait how did I end up here?)

[kiruamon]

Part 25 (Final)

Holy shit. What a ride. His heart was still racing like crazy, beating up to his throat. "Whew," somehow he was still in one piece. Luckily all the green stuff had softened his fall or he'd be hedgehog mush right now. Yet Damien wasn't happy at all. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How in the world could I let that douchebag fuck me up like this?" he panted, still a bit out of breath. Strangely, his body felt heavier than usual. Was that because of the kick he had taken? But as far as the prince of hell could tell, it didn't feel like he'd broken any of his bones. Instead, Damien felt only the slight sting of various scrapes and scratches. On his cheek, his neck and also his hands.

His… hands? His eyes widened as, with an absolute lack of grace, the demon prince wriggled his oddly alien-feeling body out of the bushes, which looked… much smaller than he'd expected. And the ground was so much farther away than he was used it… In disbelief, he lifted what should have been his front paws only to see a pair of scratched up red hands with ten fingers in front of him. He had fingers! He had a real pair of fingers again! Damien almost couldn't believe it. Was the spell broken? But how… ?

"Somebody! Help! Please! I beg you! Please, somebody has to help my friend! He's hurt!"

For a split second, Damien froze as he heard the desperate sounding cry for help. Oh shit! Oz! Adrenaline shot through his entire body, giving him the push he needed to start sprinting. And although his limbs still felt strange after running around on paws for so long, he ran faster than he ever had in his life so far. "Oz!" he shouted out. He was already on his way! Faster! He had to be even faster! This time he was going to save him! Now that Damien finally had his old form back, he wouldn't fail again to protect Oz! Never again!

When the young demon reached the place where he had been separated from his friend, he was surprised to see that it wasn't Leonard who was assaulting Oz, but one of the retarded doormats who usually only appeared as a group. Oz, who sat trembling on the ground, was frozen in terror and his white eyes were fixed anxiously at the flea-pelt, who had the nerve to threaten him!

"Not so fast asshole… " if this idiot thought he could use his friend as a chew toy, he reckoned without Damien LaVey! Damien didn't hesitated for a second as he covered the last few feet and launched himself at his much larger opponent with a loud and angry roar. "Hey, shithead, you look like you're begging for a good beating!" His tail whipped wildly through the air as he landed his first well-aimed uppercut to the giant cur's chin. The wolf pack member tumbled back from his victim with an irritated growl. But Damien didn't gave his opponent time to recover from the first blow and continued his attack on the werewolf without mercy. If he found out that this bastard had harmed Oz somehow, he would pay him back three times - no, a hundred times!

Oh no… Ohnonono! What just happened? Of all monsters, Damien, who had been missing for days, appeared out of nowhere roaring like a wild animal and lunging at Oz's attacker to beat the crap out of him. Why was it that today one bad guy after the next showed up? Oz had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire just to find himself surrounded next by a quickly spreading wildfire, which would surely hit him too as soon as it was done with the athlete. How could he have ever believed that things couldn't get any worse? How naive he had been. He had reached the end of his strength, felt exhausted and could no longer find the energy in himself to start another attempt to talk to someone who would not listen to him anyway. Or to run. Still, it scared him to watch Damien mercilessly attack their classmate and with what brute force the demon's fists came down on the now yelping werwolf. Soon this would be him, when the clearly foul-tempered demonic prince was done with his recent victim and on the lookout for a new punching bag… Ooooh… hopefully he would just beat him up and not set him on fire…

"I don't want to see your stupid face ever again or I swear I'll pull your fucking fur off right here and now and hang it over the school gate for all to see!" That seemed to do the trick. With a loud whine and tail tucked between his legs, the dumb jock hastily backed away from him and Oz, and after a few seconds was finally out of his sight. That was how it was done! Damien was pretty proud of himself. That's what these guys got for trying to mess with Damien fucking LaVey, the number 1 badass at this school! Well... self-proclaimed number 1.

Slowly he blew air out of his nose and realized how good it felt that he couldn't be pushed around any longer by every dumbass in this school. No idea how others endured that every day. But enough of that! The timing couldn't have been better for him! He had surely arrived at the perfect moment! As the dazzling knight in shining armor! Oz would most definitely be super impressed by his heroic appearance, after all, the little nerd liked all that cheesy hero stuff from his comic books and manga. Picturing in every little detail how things would go from here, Damien turned to the figure of his friend cowering on the ground with a big stupid grin on his face. "Hah, I really showed him his place or O-"

Damien fell silent. His smile vanished. Against all expectations he realized that Oz was far from smiling at him. Or even from being happy that Damien had scared this idiot away. On the contrary, the short monster made a face as if he was facing an even more horrible nightmare now.

What was the meaning of this? Fearful, Oz averted his eyes from him. His white round eyes tightly squeezed shut, his whole body looked tense and cramped as if he was already preparing himself to receive the beating of his life. Several of his tiny phobias clung to his yellow cardigan just as frightened, and finally it clicked for Damien. "I'm such an idiot," Damien muttered quietly to himself. He should have seen that coming. To Oz, he was just another guy who was here to make his life a living hell. After all, even Damien was aware of his quite flattering reputation at school. And for someone like Oz, of course, his appearance here was a huge red flag. Huff. Great… he had to think of something. Fast.

Should he withdraw? Would that be better? Damien looked down at the black figure. And there sat the pitch-black monster. Huddled together, trembling with fear and tears coming out of his eyes again and again - silently rolling down the dark cheeks without a single sound. Oz looked so small. Had Damien really fit into those small hands? Yes. Yes, he had. In those wonderful hands that had cared for him so lovingly. This time it was his turn to take the first step. And if necessary, the second, third and every other step it needed to take away the fear from the frightened monster in front of him.

Damien would never abandon Oz here just like that. So alone. So scared and on the verge of a mental breakdown. He just couldn't. He wanted to be there for him. He wanted to be someone who made Oz feel safe. "I… " Oz winced as soon as Damien said a word. It was painful to watch. "I don't want to… I mean I won't… " damn it. What could he say to Oz so his shy classmate would understand that he wasn't a threat? Damien pondered and took a deep breath. His facial features relaxed and very slowly - to not scare Oz to much - he walked towards the other. "Hey… you… Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you." Damien swallowed a little as he repeated as gently as possible the words that Oz had once told him and that he had met with so much suspicion back then.

Static. There was only static in his ears and someone's voice. But the words were so fuzzy. Perhaps it was Damien LaVey's voice. Telling him all the terrible things he was going to do to him. Oz didn't even want to hear it. All he wanted was for it to be over as quickly as possible… nothing more…

It was hard to tell if Oz was even listening to him, but Damien didn't let that discourage him. Even if Oz rejected him and even when that hurt, Damien was hardly in the position to whine about it. It was obvious that the other didn't recognized him so easily… Or associated the little hedgehog which he had cared for so lovingly with the forbiddingly handsome, pyromaniac prince of the eighth circle of hell. It was okay… right now it was much more important for Damien to calm Oz down. Everything else could wait. Ever so carefully, he got down on his knees in front of his friend to meet him at eye level, just as Oz had done for him countless times. "Oz?", gently he lifted his hand a little and almost hesitantly placed it on the cheek of the crying and sniveling monster in front of him. He felt how hard the little book lover flinched under the touch and it almost broke his heart. "Shhh. Shhh. It's okay… ", if only he knew how to chase away those tears. "… I could never hurt you on purpose," he whispered to him. Tenderly, his thumb stroked across the tear-soaked cheek. At least, it didn't looked like Leonard or that mutt had hurt Oz. Which didn't outweigh the emotional damage those bastards had done.

Had someone said his name? Oz believed he heard his name over the static noise. A sudden touch, however, made him flinch. His heart raced with panic. The time had come. It was his turn now. But other than he had feared, instead of pain, he felt only a firm warmth on his wet cheek. This time Oz could faintly make out the individual words that were directed at him. Was it really Damien who was talking to him? His voice sounded so soft. Quite different from the usual thunderous roar. It… it was so unlike Damien to say such things. He must have misheard… His ears played him cruel pranks… for sure…

"I wish I arrived sooner to help you," Damien said with regret. Maybe then he could have spared Oz some of his pain. It reminded him of the day with the stupid raven, only this time their roles were reversed. Hadn't Oz also apologized to him for not being there fast enough? It was strange how their story seemed to be repeating itself.

The static kept fading away. He was… here to help him? Oz didn't understand. Why would Damien, of all monsters, be willing to help him? It didn't make any sense at all. And yet his gestures spoke their own language. The warm hand that still rested on his cheek. How these fingers brushed away his tears. And yet… and yet Oz was still too afraid to open his eyes.

"That's… a pretty poor performance on my part, I have to admit, considering that I had decided to keep you safe. But… instead, you were always the one who took care of me. And even though you didn't have to and despite the fact that I didn't necessarily always made it very easy for you," Damien laughed weakly when he thought about it like that. How much trouble he had caused Oz already… Hopefully he could make it up to him one day. "But you really are a fool, you know? Of all things, calling for help for me when you're the one in trouble. Honestly… that's so typical of you… it drives me crazy. You need to start thinking more about yourself… but I know, I know, that's just who you are. You're big-hearted, gentle, a dreamer, a bookworm, a scaredy-cat, and yet brave at the same time, and so, so much more." And he loved all of these things about him. Every little part of what made Oz who he was. Damien just couldn't stop. The words just kept spilling out of him. They came from the depths of his heart and there was no way to stop them from escaping now.

It almost sounded like an apology. But… how could that be possible? Why would Damien apologize to him? Oz was hopelessly confused and realized that the words sounded sincere. Sad almost. As if Damien was suffering, too. His classmate kept talking even before Oz could properly decide what to believe and what not. He had taken care of Damien? But they had hardly spoken a word to each other before today. Despite his confusion, Oz's classmate continued to talk to him calmly. And out of the blue called him a fool. Not that it was new for Damien to insult someone like this. Just… Although the quivering entity was just called a fool, it didn't really sounded like a real insult. There was so much warmth and affection in the word that it didn't sounded like much more than a little teasing. Oz realised that he had opened his eyes, although his vision was still a little blurry from all the tears. And he was still confused. Why did Damien treated him… like a good friend? … why was he sitting here apologizing to him? And why was he trying to… comfort him? Almost as if… A hunch began to grow in Oz, replacing once and for all the sickening noise of static that had imprisoned his thoughts and senses.

"Tell me… do you remember this?", gently he cupped Oz's face with both of his hands, lifted the smaller monster's head a little, guided the dark face that was turned away towards him, and in a fond gesture, touched the tip of Oz's nose with his own. Damien looked into the white, shining eyes that gazed at him in disbelief. At least, they were finally looking at him again. Damien smiled weakly back at Oz. "You had a lot of nerve doing this with the prince of the eighth circle of hell," Damien joked in a warm manner that revealed how much he had come to love that little gesture between the two of them. At the same time, he hoped with all his heart that Oz understood. That there was no need for looking at him with so much fear in his eyes any longer. He wished Oz would see how grateful he just was for everything the kind-hearted boy had ever done for him. How much he liked him. That he was not his enemy. But rather a friend he didn't have to fear. "Honestly… you saved me. More than you know," not just because he had taken him in or fighting of that stupid bird, but because their time together had given him so much more. Simply because Oz had been there for him. "Of course, that also goes for your little friends," Damien added with a faint smirk, glancing at the little phobias on Oz's shoulders that had looked at him with such unease until just a moment ago, and in whose little eyes now lay bafflement.

This wasn't the first time this had happened, was it? It was such a familiar gesture. The way the tips of their noses touched once more… Oz knew that feeling. Of course he remembered it. The entity resisted his first instinct, which told him to avoid direct eye contact, and instead fully aware searched for his classmate's eyes. He recognized those eyes, too. Those unique eyes that reminded him of fire poured into an amber. Warm and sometimes with a twinkle of mischief gleaming in them. A pair of eyes that had looked up at him so many times and were so incredibly familiar to him. "Pip," it escaped Oz. Pip was Damien. Damien LaVey had been the little hedgehog he had cared for so deeply the past days. He was all right! Pip was still alive. Not bleeding. Not gravely hurt. Oh dear… he was still alive… Oz was so relieved when he finally began to fully grasp this simple truth. And… and… oh no, he had just called Damien Pip! "Heh. Do you still call me that?" Oz's thoughts ran wild and, somewhat embarrassed, he was already beginning to apologize for his mistake: "I-I didn't m-meant to … " And although the little entity was more than embarrassed about that fact right now, surprisingly, he heard the school rowdy in front of him simply laugh. Damien didn't looked offended in the slightest. "It's okay. I don't mind. You can call me anything you want." Oz couldn't have told how Damien had done it, but just hearing that took a huge weight off his heart. All his worries and fears faded away. And the stray tears that still rolled from his eyes were no longer of pain but of relief.

"It's really you," Oz whispered softly. His eyes wandered over his classmate's face and noticed scattered scrapes and scratches in it. Thankfully, none of it looked too severe. Damien's hands still rested on his cheeks and although a little shy, Oz lifted his left hand to place it over the prince of hell's. Damien's hands felt soothingly warm and they were so large. It should have seemed impossible to him that Damien was the tiny hedgehog that had fitted easily into his own hands not even an hour ago, and yet Oz knew with certainty that it was him. And there was something else. Although before this day he would have avoided Damien as if his life depended on it, Oz found that his fear of the other had vanished from his heart. As if they had a will on their own, his fingers brushed over Damien's hand, causing his classmate to smile at him. The sort of smile Oz had never seen on the pyromaniac before. Or at least not in his current form since his little friend had showed him this smile quite often. "Disappointed? I know you probably liked me better as a hedgehog," Damien teased on the surface, but the usually confident heir to the throne didn't entirely succeeded in hiding the insecurity Oz could hear in his voice. So he wasn't the only one that was a little nervous about this whole story. Oz was silent for a moment before he gave Damien a little smile and replied in a teasing tone: "Well… I'm sure I'm going to miss my little roommate," the personification of fear began his sentence and was admittedly surprised himself that he didn't start stuttering. It was probably because of how normal it felt to talk to Damien now that he knew who he was. After all, he had already shared so many of his thoughts with him. And always his little spiky friend had been there, looking at him keenly with his bright eyes and listened to him. So no reason to be hesitant. After all… Damien had said so himself earlier that he should be more open with his wishes. But yeah, he'd probably miss Pip's… um, Damien's presence in his shared apartment. "And granted, you were quite handy like this," Oz continued, seeing Damien start to smirk a tiny bit at his joke. "But no. I'm not disappointed," tenderly squeezing the hand of his little hedgehog prince a little tighter to show him that he wasn't afraid of him anymore. "Not at all. I… would like to know more about you. Now that I actually understand more than just cute snorts and grunts."

Of course Oz was going to miss him! His mere presence made everybody's life richer! And… it was so good to hear Oz joke around. To see him finally relax a little, seeing him smile and open up to him. Just like Oz had opened himself up to him before. At the next comment, though, Damien's face turned a little pink. He was about to say something back when his mouth opened and then closed again. Seriously! As if he would have ever grunted! He had been a hedgehog, not a boar and Oz knew that very well! That cheeky little… ! Damien smiled from the bottom of his heart. The demon prince lowered his head and leaned his forehead against Oz's. Despite this insolence, it made him more than happy to hear that Oz wanted to get to know him better. The idea that the little nerd wouldn't have wanted to know him after today had scared the crap out of him. "Pfff, what the hell are you talking about? Grunting? Me? That was the growl of a true warrior, just so that you know!" Damien replied with a laugh, hearing Oz joining in his laughter as well.

Slowly, after a while, Oz took a step back from the demon, but still held Damien's right hand in his. "I think it would be better if we took care of you in the infirmary," he said with a thoughtful look at the many small bruises Damien had suffered, while feeling more brave Oz plucked a leaf out of Damien's aubergine-colored, tousled hair with his free hand. Quite strange. Now that he calmly thought about it, it should have dawned on him much sooner who his little friend really was. The two horns of which one was cut off. The tail with the arrow-like tip, the color of his spikes and his fur and Damien's cat-like eyes. Or the utter hatred of bananas. He'd been really at a total loss on that one. "It's no big deal, it'll heal on his own," Damien replied to him, less concerned and shrugging his shoulders mildly as if it were no big deal. Maybe it really wasn't. But Oz just couldn't help but worry about him. "Maybe so, but… I'd just feel better knowing we took care about it… " Damien looked at him and… gave in to his surprise. "Fine. All right, whatever. Let's do it your way. Then I'll just let my cute nurse take care of me," this time it was Oz who looked a little sheepish. Nurse? Cute? If he didn't know any better, he'd almost think Damien was flirting with him. But at least his new friend had agreed to his suggestion.

They were already halfway to the school building when Damien remembered something. "By the way… Oz?" "Yeah?" the latter asked looking straight forward. "Would you by any chance like to be my boyfriend?" The shorter monster stopped abruptly to look at him, speechless. His pretty eyes went wide and his otherwise black cheeks almost turning snow white. Damien's tail twitched behind his back in anticipation as Oz stared at him so cutely. "What?" asked Oz in a squeaky voice as if he couldn't quite believe the question. Hmmm… maybe the timing had been a bit off. "Oh well. I guess that was too soon. I'll ask you again in a month," Damien said with a happy grin on his lips and pulled Oz behind him, who still held his hand tightly. He could wait.

The end.

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hi, would you be able to do a fire/hell/demon/metal template, or something along those lines? looking for a template for our new alter damien lavey, and havent found anything else anywhere!

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ROUND 1 MATCH 39

Haru propaganda:

“Haru often gets overlooked, but she's my fave of the P5 romance options. I like some of the other girls more as characters, but their romance routes feel a bit forced, while Haru seems to genuinely like the protagonist romantically”

Damien propaganda:

“I LOVE DAMIEN LAVEY A LOT !! he is such a silly gremlin of a guy I love him + he is my favourite character ever actually. He's the prince of the 8th circle of hell and his dads are the kings and they all love eachother a lot, it's really silly. when he was younger, to rebel he literally broke off one of his horns so that's why he has . one and a half.

he's really into drag, one of his endings in Prom is about how he wanted to do something with make-up/hair etc as a career but he felt as if his dads wanted him to solely take over as king of the 8th circle BUT that wasn't the case. at the end of the ending his dad's r like "what you can do what you want". ALSO we see him in drag in Monster Roadtrip and oh great heavens.

He is so silly. he has horrible . wilderness. instincts ...? because of the whole prince thing and it's really pathetic I love him. 

I could go on and on oh my god . one final thing uh also in roadtrip during one of the talks at the rest stop with him he calls you (the player) a silly dumbass and OHHH MY GOD I went bonkers I love him a lot”

“He's v cool and acts tough, but has a secret passion for hairstyling and make up that he hides cus he doesn't want to disappoint his dads who want him to rule over hell after them. Also he constantly commits arson, so that's fun :)”