#𖤐 ⸻ paimon. ❜

[ripgray-moved]

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?"

[luci-mxrningstar]

if possible, maybe some Paimon Goetia icons?

Of course

🦢 𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 ┆𝗔𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 ➳ 𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀 ── ⿐⾀©

─ 𖤐 ❛ 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘂𝘃𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀 ✗

❛ ◞ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ᯓ★

[bukicoochie]

Checkpoint

ACT 1 — 03

w.c — 2.0k

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“You’re… you’re back in town.” Lumine spoke almost absentmindedly as she stood tense. “I… why did you come back?”

“You two know each other.” Aether’s gaze switched between the two, piecing things together.

“Yeah, um… we were friends from middle to early high school.” (Name) gave a sheepish smile to the male. Lumine however, looked less than pleased with the remark.

“Yeah. Friends.” She spat out in near contempt at the word. “So, what made you come back? Looking for more men to turn into exes?”

“Exes?” Aether raised a brow.

“Let’s maybe not talk about this now…” Wrapping her fingers on the strap of her bag, (name) bore an unsettled expression. “Aether, I didn’t know you knew Lumine.”

“Well, yeah. We’re twins.” With one brow raised, Aether said it as though it was obvious. Which it probably was, to be fair. (name) paused at the information, eyes switching between the two before laying her palm on her forehead in utter defeat. “…Oh, archons. I’m dead.” 

She shook her head. “… No, this isn’t working out. I need to go.”

“What? No, hold on.” Aether took on a more stiff stance, arm slightly outstretched yet not quite touching the girl. “What does that mean? I didn’t—“

“Just drop it, Aether. You’re much better off without her.” Lumine narrowed her eyes with a frown. “Right, dearest?”

“…” (name) clutched her bag and sighed at the shade, nodding. “Sorry, Aether.”

“Having both of you here, knowing you both know each other but aren’t telling me anything isn’t helping.” Aether was starting to get a bit irritated and desperate for context.

“I told you before, I was from here before I moved. No wonder you looked so familiar, you're twins.”

“And I just coincidentally never met you?” 

“I deliberately kept her from you for a reason.” Lumine cut in, “Never mind that, just— I don’t want you pursuing (name).”

“Why?!” 

“Because we used to date, Aether!” Lumine couldn’t help but yell out in utter frustration. “And I’ll be damned if I let you turn into another evil ex of her’s!”

“Evil wha— And you used to date her?!” Aether turned to (name) in incredulity, as if waiting for a denial. The (h/c)-haired female only averted her gaze with a shrug. “I mean, technically I guess? But—”

“Technically?!” The twins repeated in chorus. 

“You abandoned me and now you’re denying me?” Lumine’s fists clenched. “Oh, you’re so… so…!”

“I’m going to wipe the floor with you, you little ████ !”

| Menu Opened! Please Select Gamemode! | « - - - »

Ayaka, Aether, and (name) tensed at the high-pitched voice announcing the action. A hologram of a white-haired pixie child floated around, waiting for the next command from Lumine who initiated the menu interface.

Lumine pressed on a few buttons in front, an 8-bit noise made every press.

| Menu Opened! Please Select Gamemode! | «  PVP! »

Before it could confirm, Aether quickly tackled his twin, resulting in the two wrestling on the grass.

“Get the ████ off me, Aether!”

“I’m not letting you fight (name), you moron!”

“What do you know?! Mind your business!”

Lumine shoved his face away and pressed confirm. 

| Menu Opened! Please Select Gamemode! | «  r a n d o m »

The mode switched rapidly, mock lottery noises as it did. As it slowed down, Paimon did a little twirl before announcing,

| Gamemode Selected: | «  Windtrace!  »

“What?!”

Aether let himself get pushed off as Lumine stood up and dusted herself. “Now look at what you’ve done!”

“What I’ve done?!”

Ayaka stepped back, just in time as the three shortly got transported to the preparation area.

>>> Map: Winery Confrontation

(Dawn Winery, Mondstadt)

1P | Lumine | Hunter

2P | (Name) |  Rebel

3P | Aether | Rebel

“Hah, shit.”

“What the hell is with you two?!”

“Kind of a long story?”

Aether and (Name) spawn in front of the manor, a large blue dome containing the hunter behind them. She tapped the small device on her wrist, flashing a countdown with an hourglass above.

Preparation Phase 00:32

“Get in.” (Name) opened her small bag to the widest it could be. Aether’s brows knitted. “In your bag?”

“Go on, we don’t have much time. It’ll make it easier to hide when we’re one person in space.” She stretched her bag wider. The blond peeked inside to see nothing but black. Hearing the clock ticking however, Aether decided to try with a sigh. Much to his surprise, the small bag stretched on from the inside, as if accommodating him and more until he was completely in.

“So you two dated? That’s what’s going on, right?” Aether peeked his head out, to which (Name) gently pushed it back in. “I’m not sure, actually.”

“Not sure?!”

“Hush.” (Name) went to the supporting post to reach the balcony, sitting down behind the barrel and mini crate. She set down a concealing beacon behind the crate that made any nearby rebel invisible. She checked her wrist, the mini countdown reduced to a mere ten seconds.

“Okay, so long story short, your sister and I met in middle school. Kind of hit it off and stuff. We were best friends that maybe kissed a few times? Then um, I moved away after a few years or so mid-high school, then we slowly stopped talking.”

“That’s too short—“

“And now we stop talking.”

The blue column containing the hunter disappears as the timer reaches zero, another one popping up flashing ‘3:29’ and counting down again. Lumine was quick to circle around the mansion and the area behind it to which (Name) sighed in relief and slumped.

“We’re lucky it landed on Windtrace of all game modes…” She leaned back on the barrel. “I am not fighting Lumine.”

Aether opened his mouth to retort, only for (name) to interrupt. “Neither am I letting you fight your own sister.”

Aether’s head and hands were out of the bag, fingers fidgeting with the zipper. “Still, if that’s all that happened between you two, Lumine wouldn’t immediately fly off the handle trying to fight you. There must be something more to it.”

“Not sure about that. Let’s rotate?”

“Sure. We can climb on a tree in an area she’s searched before and place another beacon there. Then when the favor descends, one of us can go for it.”

“You don’t want to let her get it and just run for it?”

“No. Lumine can chase down practically anyone, especially now that she’s pretty pissed. And if she has the other skill, we’ll just be stuck in place.” Seeing (name) look at him in curiosity, he smiled sheepishly. “Lumine and I liked to play this game when we were younger.”

“Win often?” 

“When I hide and favor is turned off? 100%. Out in the open? Not a chance.”

While Lumine searched the back of the building, (Name) slid off balcony and ran to one of the trees to the left of the mansion. Before climbing however, she looked to the side and made direct eye contact with the hunter herself. 

“Ha!” Lumine spared no time sprinting their way.

Breaking out in a sprint, (Name) went for the grapevines so it would be harder to chase around. 

“Yikes, can’t you use your rollerblades?!” Aether stuck his head out to look back at Lumine and shouted in a panic. (Name) continued to run.

“One, pretty sure it would be unfair and would pose a violation. Two, I had the day off from delivering. And three, I thought it would be stupid to wear rollerblade sneakers on a date!”

Taking out a concealing beacon, (Name) threw it down. As soon as Lumine captured whilst in pursuit, the lantern exploded into a bit of mud that slowed her down.

Aether tugged on the bag, sending a look to (Name). Yanking the bag to open it wider, the blond hurriedly leapt out. The duo split up in opposite directions, Aether activating his skill to turn invisible. Lumine paused for a split second before chasing (Name).

“Crap— why me?! He hides better!” 

“I’ll deal with him later! Knowing you, I’m surprised you couldn’t hide for longer!”

(Name) frowns at the implication, huffing. “Still pissed about that, I see.”

“WHAT?!” Even more ticked off, Lumine nearly hissed out the word. (Name) went for the mansion, nearly falling off as she climbed the walls from the right side.

| A Favor has descended over some part of the Contested Zone. Pick one up to charge up your Secret Favor… |

Lumine paused at the announcement, eyes flickering from the (Name) and the falling favor on top of the simple work shed up front. With quick contemplation, she went and glided away for the favor instead. Aether appears from the right and grabs the Favor just as Lumine had landed.

“Got i—!”

Aether’s voice was abruptly cut off as a blue light took over, momentarily encasing him in a bubble before he disappeared into ‘Spectator Mode.’ He was still there, though only transparent and intangible.

| | Lumine captured Aether | |

“Great.” (Name) grumbles from the roof of the winery. Switching to a lantern, she slid to the back and placed down a beacon by the edge. She climbed down and hung off the walls to the back of the building.

< ⏱︎ 1:20 >

The sound of a loud splat made (Name) perk up and look above. Lumine looked down at her, just as stunned. 

‘When the hell did she climb—‘

Quickly detaching from the wall, the (h/c)-haired female landed on the wooden back porch. She jumped over the fencing before yelping as she tripped on the chairs and tables.

With a little over a minute left, (Name) laid on the ground. She placed a hand on her backside, groaning over the impact. Lumine gracefully landed right in front of her with ease, looking down coldly.

“Good game, I guess?”

(Name) looked to the side and at the source of the voice, a transparent and spectating Aether deadpanning. She only chuckled, pretty much accepting defeat.

“You’re laughing now.” Lumine sighed, one hand to her hip. “Just what in hell are you still doing back here, anyway?”

“Here as in…”

“Here, as in the city.”

“Oh. I…moved back recently.” (Name) sheepishly brushed away some of the broken legs of the chair sticking to her thighs. “I got tired of Inazuma, I guess.”

“… You seriously don’t have anything to say to me after all these years?” Lumine’s stance grew slightly slumped, lips pressed together into a thin line. “Tsk, you’re impossible to talk to.”

(Name) looks back at her before averting her gaze to the ground. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For… everything.” (Name) looked back up at Lumine. “For leaving without proper goodbye, for suddenly cutting all contact, just… everything. Everything I’ve done to you.”

“…”

“I was just…I don’t know. I wasn’t trying to purposely bury you in the past, I just didn’t know what else to do. Communication was hard and I– who knows when or even if I’d come back here.”

“But—“

“But that’s not reasonable, I know. I was wrong and you have every right to be angry. I was immature and I didn’t even know what we were back then.”

“… We never did say it outright.” Lumine’s eyes narrowed. “Still doesn’t mean it was all nothing.”

“Yeah. And I… I don’t know what else to say but apologies.”

“… You know how concerned I was?” Lumine stepped closer, wood crunching below her shoes. 

“You ghosted me for months. Months, and I was so worried something happened to you. Then, when I actually went to Liyue to surprise you, what did I see?” Her fists clenched. “You were with a guy! I saw you— You were laughing so happily before he kissed you and you kissed back. I didn’t know what to feel!”

“I-I thought… I didn’t…” Lumine swallowed. “… Yes, we never made anything official, but still! That’s— That’s not fair!”

“…” (Name) attempted to sit up, only for a strip of rugged wood to poke into her arm and prevent it further. Wincing, she made a less than intelligent remark at an inappropriate time.

"That explains the immediate PVP initiation, but still—“

“Yeah, because you broke my fucking heart, you piece of shit!”

The Rebels have the victory!

⏱︎ 03:30

[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

[ripgray-moved]

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.

[ripgray-moved]

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. ’

[ripgray-moved]

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

@crowliar liked for a one-liner!

[ripgray-moved]

❛ 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— ❜

[ripgray-moved]

"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? ❞

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Anyways, with help from @cripplemagics, I've come to decide that Peter becomes Rook after he dies and becomes a demon for realsies. Because I'm sorry but 'Peter' is simply Not a demon name and you cannot convince me otherwise, like that's the lamest Heaven-coded shit in the world—