#𖤐 ⸻ paimon. ❜

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Can you stop talking about Peter as if he's the only character in the movie?

how strange that i, a Peter Graham Blog, would talk about... Peter Graham.

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                   And this marks the start of him SHUTTING THE FUCK UP.

❛ ...uh. ❜ He shuffles uncomfortably, caught between a rock and a hard place. He feels as if he should be SCARED of Katherine, but the creature inside of him denies it. He feels NOTHING in the King's wake; clumsy, but not fearing for his life. ❛ I'm sorry that happened to you...? But I was just talking about the CHIPS THING... ❜

"Really? Huh. That is fascinating...."

"So tell me then. What Karma was I paying for as a sixteen year old girl when A man decided my future wasn't as important as his desire to bust a nut in the moment? Left me unwed, and pregnant. In the 1400's mind you, where I definitely got exiled from what little family I had. What could I have possibly done at sixteen to warrant being punished like that?"

[sehya]

✧˖°. ࣪𖤐 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

✉ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬): 𝐀𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫/𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 & 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

[𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧]

Your group of 3 just finished returning a book you borrowed from the Library, meeting the dark look from Lisa, the librarian, who later smiled happily upon learning you came to finally returned the book you borrowed.

Once you came out, you three sat on one of the few stone bench in the city and all of a sudden, Aether leaned closer on you and whispered.

"About those books in the "restricted section" that Lisa mentioned..."

Blinking, you leaned closer with furrowed brows and whispered back confused. "Yeah, what about it?"

"Have you ever wondered what sort of books might be kept in there?" He asked, grinning mischievously.

"Oh..." You didn't know what came in his mind but you're pretty sure he thought something. "Now that you mention it, I'm a bit curious too."

Aether chuckle, "Perhaps..."

You raised an eyebrow, awaiting his words only to flush red when he finally said something with vague meaning.

"...It contains books not suitable for children?"

"Aether!" he burst out chuckling after seeing your reaction.

The blonde grinning widely, "Why? What's the matter? I just said it's not suitable for children.. Did you perhaps, think something inappropriate?"

"Oh Archons, shut up!" You covered your face, embarrassed while Aether continue to chuckle.

Paimon was listening in the conversation and got confused, "Huh? But "The Boar Princess" isn't in the restricted section!" She said and tilted her head, "What could be more unsuitable for children than that? ...Hmm, Paimon's curious..."

Aether look at his fairy companion and smiled mysteriously, "Why don't you asked (Y/n) what kind of books are unsuitable for children— "

"Aether don't speak anymore!"

"Hahaha."

✧˖°. ࣪𖤐 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫

✉ Hope you enjoy ᥫ᭡

[luci-mxrningstar]

if possible, maybe some Paimon Goetia icons?

Of course

🦢 𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 ┆𝗔𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 ➳ 𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀 ── ⿐⾀©

─ 𖤐 ❛ 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘂��𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀 ✗

❛ ◞ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ᯓ★

[imclicheyo]

The Dictionnaire Infernal Demon Sigil's aren't all recorded but we sure do have Depiction artwork for every mentioned demon from A to Z:

𖤐 Abbadon/Apollyon

𖤐 Abigor/Eligos

𖤐 Abraxas/Abracas

𖤐 Adramelech

𖤐 Aguares

𖤐 Alastor

𖤐 Alocer

𖤐 Amduscias

𖤐 Amon

𖤐 Andras

𖤐 Asmodee

𖤐 Astaroth

𖤐 Azazel

𖤐 Bael

𖤐 Balan

𖤐 Barbatos

𖤐 Behemoth

𖤐 Beleth or Berith

𖤐 Belphegor

𖤐 Beelzebub

𖤐 Bhairava / Beyrevra

𖤐 Buer

⛧ Caacrinolaas

⛧ Cali

⛧ Caym

⛧ Cerbere

𖤐 Deimos / Deumus

⛧ Eurynome / Euronymous

⛧ Flaga

⛧ Flavros

⛧ Forcas

⛧ Furfur

⛧ Ganga / Gramma

⛧ Garuda

⛧ Guayota

⛧ Gomory

⛧ Haborym

⛧ Ipes

⛧ Lamia

⛧ Lechies

⛧ Leonard

⛧ Lucifer

⛧ Malphas

⛧ Mammon

⛧ Marchosias

⛧ Melchom

𖤐 Moloch

⛧ Nickar

⛧ Nybbas

⛧ Orobas

⛧ Paimon

⛧ Picollus

⛧ Pruflas/Busas

⛧ Rahovart

⛧ Ribesal

⛧ Ronwe

⛧ Scox

𖤐 Stolas

⛧ Tap / Gaap

⛧ Torngarsuk

⛧ Ukobach

⛧ Volac

⛧ Xaphan

⛧ Yan-gant-y-tan

⛧ Zaebos

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𖤐  ⸻ It takes a lot for the demon to restrain a twisted SMILE, amused by the boy's indifference. Humans are certainly much more appealing to him when they abandon their inhibitions; he's had yet to meet a species this HESITANT and meek.

❛ It doesn't matter to me, ❜ he replies, head canting slightly. Behind his sealed lips sit razor sharp teeth that now ACHE without something to sink into. Billy's offhanded retort, meant to offend and deter, has only resulted in a deepening interest. ❛ I was just curious. It looks like a wild animal got to it. ❜

Paimon steps to Billy's side then, getting a closer look at the dead animal. Indeed, its throat is open, eyes milky as it stares into ever-stretching nothing.

❛ You're a bit of a hunter, ❜ he remarks, an unreadable expression on his face before he turns back to face Billy. Try as he might to shield his mounting investment in this fool from view, his mouth quirks slightly upwards, eyebrows raised. ❛ But I think you know deep down it's not gonna work, don't you? ❜ He pauses for a second, then feigns some sort of bashfulness. For just a moment, he truly RESEMBLES the person he stole, diffident and awkward. ❛ Um, sorry, I guess that was a little weird to say. I just wanna help you, I guess. I don't really meet other people like us. This town's way too small and there're way too many assholes in it, right? ❜ Keep twisting.

Billy makes a noise of understanding that quickly cuts itself off at the question that follows.

“How’d I kill it?” He repeats softly, looking back at the corpse and then quickly back up. It’s a good thing it’s cool outside, he’s sure if it was any warmer, the meat would have began to rot. He wonders, very briefly, if he should listen to part of him that wasn’t burnt away with that creature and flee but he’s stubborn — it’s how he ended up half himself to begin with.

“Don’t get too excited now,” He grunts, “the damn thing was half-dead anyway, I uh..” His eyes find the fawn and he frowns, “I bit its throat out. What’s it matter to you anyway? Second guessing not wining and dining with me?”

It’s a pitiful substitute for the real thing anyway.

Billy isn’t sure if he actually ate people in that haze, he only ever remembered the act of killing, but if he did, he’s sure some part of him would have known, would be comparing the tastes of whatever animal he gets his hands on to something a little more robust. He swallows a little harder just thinking about it.

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If you wanna know who my main inspo is for how i write paimon:

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𖤐  ⸻ Peter knows he's being oh so greedy now, but Lily's gentle warmth mingling with his feels too good to give up. It sees him still, motionless even, as if he thinks that breathing will disrupt the peace between them. Shake the fantasy loose.

His phone gives up its location in the form of a hearty vibration. Even without looking at it, Peter knows that it's likely from their group chat, if not Two himself. As much as he'd like to blame his entire ostracisation on Paimon, the truth is that his habits when he was younger shrunk his circle until the only people who could stand to be around him were other stoners. Other sad, lonely, desperate kids with a deep longing to go home long after they'd settled into bed for the night. As such, when his life had swan-dived into insanity, he'd had very few options when it came to having someone to talk to. In a way, though he'll never romanticise his traumas, he was very lucky to run into Eddie Munson that day— and that Lily had stayed at all.

❛ Yeah. Late, ❜ Peter agrees languidly, ignoring the device in favour of focusing on the slanted orange beams of light that hit the couch's back cushion. Winter sees the sun setting early, but if there's still a bit of light in the form of a sunset, it's very likely to be any time between three thirty and five PM.

      His finger is drawing shapes over the small of her back, eyes closed again.

                                                                                    ❛ ...do you wanna eat? ❜

♥ ⸻ It's the one thing she can say about herself with absolute confidence —She always smells good. After all, who doesn't like the scent of freshly baked goods filling their lungs? It has come to the point where she doesn't even bother with perfume any more, the floral spritz would be wasted on her and it's not like she's made of money!

Once she's settled against Peter, she notices it doesn't take him long to drift back to sleep, a fact she's both grateful and envious of. Being so close to him, his face buried in her hair and the heat of his body meshing with her own, has her heart racing in ways she didn't know possible. Still, the need for sleep does eventually win out and before she realises she's even drifting, she's fast asleep.

When Peter wakes, Lily doesn't stir immediately, that gentle warmth of his and the way his arm is perfectly circled around her has her locked in a peaceful slumber. Normally her hair is tied back when she sleeps, the length of it demanding no less, but given the impromptu nature of where she's currently laying her head to rest? It's spilling freely, and wildly, about her shoulders.

❝ Hn? ❞ It's the first sound she makes in response to him, a deep and sleepy inhale following in its wake. She's not ready to greet the world just yet, and who could blame her? She's currently snuggled into the guy she's been steadily falling in love with the past several months.

❝ I don't know... probably late... I don't mind... ❞

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painmom—

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paimon features because i'm actually insane;

i can't stop thinking about paimon tbh so here's a little list of some physical characteristics that i need to be locked up about

eyes everywhere. paimon is described in most demonology texts to be a seer of both the past and the future, knowing all. as such, there's this undercurrent of 'i see all' in his physical traits. his body is littered with eyes, though these aren't visible unless he wants them to be. he often reveals them in times of feeding ( either on influence he gains from followers, that sort of 'spiritual energy', or human beings themselves, with their souls or flesh ) or intimidation.

wings. though another feature he has to choose to reveal, paimon is said to be a fallen angel. obviously my depiction is different as there is no strict heaven or hell ( or there is, but it does NOT work as religion depicts ) but i decide what traits he keeps and which he doesn't and i say the wings stay lmao. anyways, they're a set of six, with the middle pair being the main ones that give him flight and the upper and lower sets aiding in hovering and changing direction, as well as peacocking. his 'inner' feathers are all covered in markings that look like eyes, too. they glow when he is provoked or using his power.

crown. while he does have a physical one, the crown that actually accompanies him 100% of the time is actually composed of what looks like 'smoke'. it isn't, it's simply a projection, but it has that appearance. it hovers above his head and is a surprisingly good way for the king to emote. it doesn't actually serve a function other than to signal his rank. it's simply an aesthetic thing. it cannot be disturbed; attempts to do so simply pass through it, like a stereotypical human/ghost interaction in a movie.

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alright but the way peter just kinda said '😐' to a demon king though

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𖤐  ⸻  So perhaps the first thing out of his mouth upon crossing paths with a stranger shouldn't have been 'please, PLEASE help me, there's a cult after me!', but Peter has never been good at dealing with threats. In fact, it's quite the opposite— the way he's survived all these years has been by running. Bailing when things start looking ugly. It may be the coward's way, but it isn't as if he's looking for style points during the apocalypse.

Daryl's weapon is intimidating on its own, but the way he wields it with clear knowledge on how to use it is even more so. Still, between him and the aides of Paimon's cult? The crossbow is the lesser of two evils.

❛ Please, you don't understand— ❜ the young man babbles through a wheeze, the hands he's raised in willing surrender trembling terribly. He looks like death, covered in blood and dirt ( he'd run so fast that he'd all but tumbled down the entirety of a steep hill ) and something that looks vaguely like a spice of some kind, black flecks decorating his damp cheeks. With an ashamed little sniffle: ❛ ...people are coming for me, please— please help me, or at least let me go— I can't stay here, they'regonnagetme— ❜

— closed starter for peter ( @painmon ) !

‘ 'ey— slow down, kid. ’ his voice resonates with a certain roughness as he curtly demands that peter calm himself. he's going to get hurt at this rate, gasping for help and spouting off wild nonsense faster than daryl can keep up with. his bow remains trained on peter's head while he takes a quick look around, ensuring that they're alone and that this kid is not some kind of bait designed to distract him while he's out here alone.

‘ f'you want my help, you better start talkin' some damn sense. ’

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♤  ⸻  ❛ They had their chance to behave better, now they boil in the pot. ❜

@crowliar liked for a one-liner!

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❛ Seriously, though— who IS this Lucifer punk? Priests keep attempting to banish me 'back' to him, HAHAHA! Banishment doesn't work on a King, by the way— ❜

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"It's a shame that humans aren't a little bit more durable. Even the tough cookies of the bunch see the eyes on your wings and that's it, they're in crisis mode!"

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𖤐  ⸻ ❛ Yeah, I mean— of course I wouldn't hurt her, it's just... ❜ He pauses to take a bite of his food, stalling for as long as possible without it becoming awkward. He's never been one to talk about his feelings; there was a brief time in which he'd tried, but he'd ultimately never been worth listening to. His parents weren't evil or purposefully cruel in a lot of instances— but they were trauma-riddled workaholics with a penchant for avoidance ( of which the irony was far more potent for his dad, who was a professional psychiatrist ). Then when Charlie had come along, with her younger age and her 'special needs', Peter had all but become background noise.

And then weed. The weed had fixed him— or at least, that's what he'd say it did, even now that he's clean. It turned him blissfully numb... unable to think of the vacancies within his life because his brain was too fogged up with smoke to see them. That foul, putrid odour had wound up such a comfort. An ardour.

❛ ...I'd never hurt her. Physically. But there're different ways to damage a person, right? ❜ If anybody would know that in this town, it's Peter Graham. Neither of his parents had ever so much as thought of laying a finger on him, yet they'd both dealt him irreparable damage nonetheless; Steve with his distance and Annie with her own generational horror. Even if Paimon hadn't happened, he'd still have been troubled. Feeling lonely and worthless even when in the company of a group that claimed to love him ❛ I... know I'm not right for her. Right now. Or in general. I'm a loser. Kissing her when I have this thing inside me that could... I don't know, take over at any point? Make me do something bad to her? Fucking her up with my messed up situation that she can do nothing about? And trying to get with her when I know it's likely that I'm gonna die? It's just... messed up. It'd mess her up for life. I don't need to force her to kiss me or punch her in the face to hurt her. ❜

It's more painful to say out loud than he thought it'd be, and all at once does his appetite fade. Quietly, Peter puts his plate on the kitchen side and turns away from it, lips pressing into a tight straight line. He's trying his best to affect a sense of nonchalance— a begrudgingly adult acceptance of his circumstances— but it only makes him look sadder. More hopeless.

❛ ...I just don't wanna ruin her. And I almost did by doing that. So yeah, I lost control. 'cause I know that'd spark this chain reaction that leaves her fucking broken when I— ❜ Most likely die.

☾⋆ ⸻ For the briefest of moments she see's Peter, the real Peter, without all the grief and the guilt and the shame, shine through. It's a split second at best, but it's good to know that underneath all that pain he's carrying around with him like a noose, there's a part of him that wants more, that wants to reach out to the light and grab some kind of happiness with both hands.

It's just a shame that glimmer dies so quickly.

Still, at least when she see's Henry or even Two later on, she can report back that there was a time in which Peter was being a regular young guy, that he was talking about a very pretty girl that he likes and how he wanted to kiss her. Maybe it would help ease the worry line the brothers had been wearing the past few weeks?

❝ I don't really think wanting to kiss a girl, a girl that you like and I'm pretty certain likes you back, could be deemed as losing control. I mean, it wasn't like you were gonna hurt her. ❞ But she gets it, Chrissy realises that she could be misunderstanding what he really means, but she figures it was more about second-guessing himself than losing control. That for a second, he'd had the confidence to maybe do something before inevitably chickening out.

A sympathetic look is given to him, though she hopes he reads it more as her trying to be understanding with him rather than giving him straight up pity. ❝ I think it would be okay, to kiss her I mean. But I get why you didn't... or at least I think I do. ❞ She pauses just long enough to put down her fork so that she can lightly place a hand on his forearm.

❝ I'm guessing you feel like maybe you'd be too much for her to handle? That you've got a little too much baggage? Am I getting warmer? Whatever it is, Peter... maybe just talk to her? Let her decide? There's no rush, though, I don't think she's going anywhere any time soon, okay? ❞