#* 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 / 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝚂𝙷 & 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 ↠ 𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜

[cavernovs]

EYE SEE YOU.

LOCATION: One of the streets formerly a manhole entrance to the Dominion.  TIME: A week after the Hellscape visit & Dominion being flooded. CLOSED FOR: @hxlfcrxzy​​

It didn’t take a demon with half a working brain to figure out what had flooded the tunnels of the Dominion with a certain kind of unpleasantry. The entire underground had been filled to the brim with seawater, salty aromas had lingered out of every used manhole along the bloodied grounds above. It would take weeks to, if not months to gather enough firepower to burn and evaporate the water. The souls used for such a task would be wasted, and the unity of the demons in general would be a sad little reality and all. 

Even then, the salt left behind that would coat and erode the metal tunnels of the old trainlines would be another issue that reminded Azarius that it wasn’t worth saving. Not by his hands, at least. 

The difficulty laid still, on admitting that whilst he felt confident in his soul reserve. Keeping it like that had just been eradicated in a literal flood of all things. It meant that the old ways of broaching deals, and manipulating the mortals would have to come back into play just to entertain keeping power. 

He wondered then what Jahi was doing about it all, the only demon in the bracket of tolerable, the finest of lines drawn at that. Azar wasn’t against tearing apart every little siren scum that might dare to ever walk on land again, for his own private entertainment. 

A shadow flickered in the corner of Azar’s vision where he’d been examining the old Dominion entrance, and his head lifted slowly, a subtle twist of his head in the direction of the movement. A cloud of darkness fleeted over the little white left of his eyes; a warning. 

“I see you,” he muttered, the figure at the other end cleared up enough that he could recognise the shape. “Oh,” His lip ticked in realisation, a tinge of amusement. But a quiet, subtle reminder in the back of his mind that prompted him to recall he’d heard Lan had been gifted new sight by his maker; the messages that he ignored on his phone had been useful for one thing. 

He’d no idea what that meant, or entailed. Lucifer would never reward weakness. 

The first fallen, in all Azarius’ time, couldn’t recall a time where they ever did. Not without something taken in return. 

Until Lan, apparently. Because he was still standing. Lilith had given something of envy to the weak of the demons, it seemed. 

“What would you like me to take from you this time, invidias?” 

[cavernovs]

𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚛𝚙𝚐 !  

𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 * /  hero fiennes tiffin .  human . outsider  . 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞 𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚛𝚢 * /  mena massoud  .  witch sorcerer  . civilian . 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 * /  cam gigandet  . demon .  soulbarterer . 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚊 "𝚔𝚒𝚝" 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎 * /  zoe kravitz  .  human werewolf . unranked. 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 * /  chris wood . vampire . vizier . 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 * /  bridget regan . vampire . diplomat . 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝��

[cavernovs]

🔪 // FUCK, MARRY, KILL. [ provide three names. ]

azarius: freyja, azagi, lan

"No, they can all meet their end,"

Fuck Azagi, Marry Lan, Kill Freyja.

[ @oftragxdy / @michaelcardellerp / @deathbeckons ] ​

[cavernovs]

🧲 // Three things my muse tolerates/likes about yours. jack x demitri & freyja x azar

"There is not one likeable bloody bone in that shit's body,"

"He comes on murder sprees with me, unquestioned and it's cute he thinks that he has control over everything, honeypot has no idea. But it rhymes with fine."

[ @oftragxdy ]

"Fragile, breakable, broken,"