#I already did dantalion

[koucholate]

Shout out to characters voiced by Ishii Mark

Gotta be one of my favorite genders

[winged-self-indulgence]

“What’cha got there?”

It was the first thing Z asked as soon as you sat down in the booth, and you paused briefly before settling fully into the seat. As much of a non-sequitur as the query was, you weren’t too surprised. After all, you had turned up at a bar with a book thicker than the table between the both of you held under your arm. That would have already been strange enough, were it not for the title.

The demon wrinkled his nose at the shiny Gothic-style lettering embossed on the cover. “The Dark Grimoire: The Art of Demonic Entities and Magickal Forces–? Human, what the fuck is that?”

“What?” You blinked innocently. “Is it wrong to want to find out more about you?”

“There is nothing about me that would turn up in that trashy abomination of a book,” Z hissed at the hardback volume, his tail whipping back and forth in agitated motions. “For hell’s sake, they didn’t even get the sigil right.”

You studied the silver shape on the cover; a complex array of loops, straight lines, and crescent moons all enclosed within a double-ringed circle. You decided to take Z’s word for it, but still pulled the book closer to yourself and out of range of dark claws that had gouged furious grooves into the table’s surface.

“Well, don’t you want to know what humans think about demons?” You pointed out reasonably, to which Z made a face like you’d crammed a lemon into his mouth – rind and all. You tried again. “I wouldn’t mind if you read up on what humans are like. Do you even know anything about us?”

The demon scoffed, puffing out his chest proudly. “Oh please. I have been around since before humanity was a speck on the cosmic horizon. There is nothing about you little beings that is beyond my understanding.”

“Cool. Quick question: how many bones are inside my body?”

“Fuck if I know. At least 10?” Z shrugged, ignoring your unimpressed stare in favour of a sly smirk. “Though it could be 11 if we–”

“Oh, look at that. It’s time to shut up and read!” You interrupted loudly. “No talking during reading time!” You cracked open the book and planted it in front of your face, perfectly obscuring your view of Z who immediately began to whine.

“Oh come on,” he reached over, clearly planning to snatch the book, but you leaned further away. With a sigh, Z folded his arms across the table and sank into a melodramatic malaise. “Seriously, Dove? You’re going to read a trashy, fake book about demons when you’ve got a real, bona-fide infernal entity in the flesh right next to you? I’m hurt. I may never recover.”

“There’s no talking during reading time,” you mumbled again, surprisingly finding yourself more engrossed in the book. Most of what you knew about demons came from pop culture references and video games. Even if most of the book was made up nonsense, you still recognized some of the names.

Z hissed and clicked his teeth. Then he perked up with a grin. “Well, if you find that pile of rancid waste so interesting, then I can’t help but be curious,” he hummed. “Read to me.”

The look you shot Z was skeptical. “Really?” The request was so out of character that you felt the need to ask, to be certain. “You want me…to read aloud to you?”

“That a problem?” He asked, batting his lashes. Or at least you assumed that was what he did. His eyes were almost impossible to see beneath the mop of brown that could charitably be described as a hairstyle. “What can I say, I am an enjoyer of the literary arts.”

“Right,” you drawled. Your every sense told you that this was a trap, a trick of some sort, but how? You were the one who had brought the book, and Z was on the other side of the table. Reluctantly, eying him all the while, you slowly lifted the pages and returned your attention to the words on the paper. “And lo, the Seventy-first Spirit is Dantalion. He is a Duke Great and Mighty, appearing in the Form of a Man with many Countenances, all Men's and Women's Faces; and he hath a Book in his right hand. His Office is to teach all Arts and Sciences unto any – ngh!”

“What was that, Dove?” Z tilted his head, a beatific smile on his lips. Under the table, the tip of his tail slipped into the gap between your underwear and skin and pressed between your legs. It curled teasingly, the flat shape of it sliding further inch by agonizingly slow inch. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Something about being a nerd I guess?”

“Z–!” You tried to sound firm, but a flex of his tail dissolved the rest of whatever you might have said.

The demon clicked their tongue with a smile. “Hm, no I don’t think that’s what comes next, dummy.”

Tears beaded at the corner of your eyes, blurring your vision. Your thighs twitched and shook beneath the bar, and you clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle the whimpers that threatened to pour out. The muffled sound of distant conversations sent a flood of red-hot mortification sweeping over you, and you quickly glanced around the bar to check that no one was watching.

Immediately, Z lunged across the table and grabbed your face, forcing your eyes to meet his. His tail flexed, pumping faster. “Don’t look at them, Dove. This isn’t about them. Keep reading.”

You tried. The book felt heavy in your clumsy hands, body sensitized and aching for release. The words swam before your eyes until, with a muffled gasp, you gave up – soaking your pants and Z’s tail before collapsing face-down on the table.

The demon had the nerve to tut with faux disapproval. “Aw, poor baby,” he hummed condescendingly, relishing your whine as he slowly pulled his tail out from your underwear. Your cheeks went hot at the sight of it, shiny, slick, and dripping with your juices. Z brought the appendage to his lips and – maintaining eye contact all the while – dragged his tongue over it, licking the flared tip clean as if you were a gourmet meal to be savoured.

“Such a messy human,” he teased, sitting back down and placing his chin in his hands. “How unfortunate. I suppose you’ll just have to start all over again.”

[lilyvalleygames]

Hiiiiii!! I LOVED your visual novel! Especially Johann (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥!

The demo already had me baffled and full of questions, one of my biggest questions is what exactly happened to the MC (Vesta) in the bad ending? Did he trap us IN the red gemstone? Did we *TURN INTO* a gemstone?!!?!! (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻ I'm not sure which one is worse....

Also, Johann seemed awfully familiar with turning people (or...trapping them) into a gems...

ALSO ALSO are we able to meet one of the women that Johann had married before from the gossip at the bar in the future???

Hiiii I’m so glad that you like it! Regarding the gemstone, I’m afraid that’s something of a spoiler— in this case, feel free to speculate away! That’s why I left that ending a smidgen ambiguous! ☺️

As for the gossip at the tavern, I apologize if it was unclear— they’re talking about the older Count Dantalion, Johann’s father! There’s a juicy mystery unfolding on a multigenerational level in this game :D

For context, this is Johann’s father, Winston Dantalion:

He’s a little heartbroken here— for reasons currently unknown…

Thanks for asking!

[truly-yours-hvens]

do you have any ideas/headcanons about the wicked phase of the teachers ?

During the Balam introduction chapter, we read that Dantalion has had one

but we don't heard anything else about teachers having their wicked phase.

We have seen both Azz and Sabro in their own and they act very differently especially Azz who lose all his composure and who is totally feral (until Sabro use the "safeword")

We see a student trying to eat another during his wicked phase.

For Iruma it was not really a wicked phase, more a more assertive and cocky of him. He was more edgy too but stayed the same kind boy deep in heart.

Atori and Kirio clearly returned to origins so they are not good exemple neither.

But for the teachers?

Kalego who must focuse on discipline to be sure that Cerberion doesn't go feral.

Ifrit who can call a beast of fire. who can create so much fire too.

Balam who is terribly strong.

Orias who can make sure that he's TOTALLY lucky.

Suzy who can create any plants.

Also we don't see Dantalion fights, since what he did against Azz was barely a fight but he must be very strong too.

the teachers who have their wicked phase take days off to not be in contact with students. So they take precaution to not hurt anyone, they must keep some control on themself. For the students who start one and who are dangerous for the other students, they are isolated immediatly by the students council.

But the teachers? I'm both curious and afraid to imagine their wicked phase.

[WARNING] very long rant and theorizing, obvious favoritism between the teachers, I’m bad at punctuation

For their wicked phase I don’t believe that they are truly “wicked” rather I think a demons wicked phase simply enhances the emotions that are already there and make them go haywire or twists them in a way

I’ll use Sabnock’s wicked phase for reference, we see that WP! Sabnock fights rather aggressively, and is easily taken by the tides of battle, However he never loses sight of what is needed to be done. We see that despite being at odds with a dangerous teacher he is still concerned for his Kohai’s safety rather than concentrating of the battle at hand

We see him do this a few other times but as normal Sabro

During the Walter park arc, while fighting the carmine dragon (I believe that’s the name of the beast) although fighting and defeating the dragon would be cool Sabro decided on a tactical retreat knowing him and Azz couldn’t have defeated the dragon no matter how hard they tried. Even knocking sense into Azz when he still attempted to fight the dragon

Even earlier in the heartbreaker arc while on the SOS mission rather than fighting Momonoki-sensei head on he stops Buer-sensei from approaching the First years showing he isn’t as gutsy and muscle brained as he was believed to be

Even Iruma’s (although technically not a “normal” evil phase) and Azz’s WP is a somewhat twisted mirror of what they usually act like

Azz tends to be destructive and quick to attack someone if they even look at Iruma weird, Similar to his WP he attacks anything that is within his grasp without a second thought (Including the fact that the reason he unleashed his evil phase is due to the Dorodoro brother Indirectly insulting Iruma)

Iruma on the other hand is still insistent on helping others even in his WP albeit more cocky and confident on what he wants but still the same caring boy underneath still helping when asked to

With this logic and extremely long rant out of the way I do have a few ideas/theories

Kalego

Tbh, this guy always acts like he’s on his WP, but I think his WP is slightly more uptight and angry. with the duty to keep Cerberus in check, dealing with the Misfit’s shenanigans and opera my idea of a wicked phase is more on the “Pissy maxed to 101%” type of stuff

Ifrit

With Ifrit I think

Balam

Now contrary to Atori’s beliefs I think rather than getting angry and having a temperament, I think his skinship get’s maxed out

During Balam’s introduction chapter we see that although his habit of petting anything breathing within his area is there it is kept under control, during his evil cycle his skin ship get’s out of control and he straight up picks anyone who he finds interesting and keeps them at his nest in addition his Intimidation goes up by a 100%

Orias

I feel like his this could go 2 ways

1. Tired version of orias (the one we see when iruma is touring the teachers dorm) will take over so the whole time so he’s either trapped in his room and in a bad mood

and 2nd is He turns slimy, basically dollar store sergeant furfur actively playing tricks on staff members, cheating using hi bloodline magic that king of stuff I prefer the 2nd version to be honest

Suzy

Tbh, I’m not entirely sure with Suzy-sensei, I guess I can see her acting creepy possibly her plants accidentally go on a rampage here and here but that’s all

Dali

Now normal Dali-sensei is the type to start shit for his own entertainment a prime example of this is during the harvest festival arc when he loudly announces that lead had the pot of ending

I think Dali-sensei’s WP turns him a sadistic causing problems both big and small for his own entertainment, It would make sense that he and the other staff members wouldn’t want him around students

[magical-regical]

I finished my first run through of the union route.

I sided with Lutfi the entire time. Did not like the ending I got at all. But apparently there's two more so I'm gonna try and get the best ending because at this point I'm curious if that good ending also gives you end credits.

My thoughts under the cut because there will be spoilers.

I almost 'betrayed' him at the end. From what I've read on reddit, if you choose to betray him at the end, you stab him (no clue if he lives or dies) and try and rescue Gloria only to die alongside her because at that point it's a suicide mission.

His whole spiel if you insist on fighting him was interesting because it's almost like you could see him become Dantalion.

Both are extremely paranoid about outsiders but based on the King's Army route, Dantalion seems to have already acknowledged his paranoia and understands that isn't going to benefit Iria in the long run while Lutfi doesn't.

It really gives you a whole new perspective on the King's Army route because no matter which ending you get, it's Dantalion playing the long game. He doesn't mind being overthrown as long as the person who comes after him (ideally Innana) is Irian and not an outsider.

In contrast, Lutfi thinks he can take on the Union by himself which actually tells you a lot about his lack of confidence in his own people and perhaps even himself since he's convinced he needs the power of an external force to topple Dantalian.

[xatsperesso]

When you read the spin off (Makai no Shuyaku wa Wareware da!), you really wonder why Kalego's students are called the misfits. Because you get to see how is BUER's clas.

One kid throws bombs everywhere, calling it "playing with friends"

In a extra, he thought that "teacher who can heal" = "endless playtime with my friends" = MORE BOMBS

Four students cheat to the exam. I have not understood everything since the chapter was in russian but they have apparently cheated only for being the firsts to beat the "nobody can cheat at Babyls exam" affirmation. Yeah, not only because they didn't study(compared to the misfits XD), but also for being the first to success in cheating XD

(one of them has even undress himself in the middle of the exam to "proove" that he had nothing for cheating on him)

(Meanwhile, all Kalego's students have had good grades (+ Allocer is the best first years) and Eiko, who is one of Dantalion's student, is in the top 10)

Buer has already been hurt by their actions

The Classroom has already been destroyed at last one time

The four main characters get hurt in a very regular basis

This happened

Now i understand this moment

The only difference with Kalego is that Buer actually shows kindness to his students, he's stern but he can smile to them and be kind.

So yeah Buer seems to be a nice teacher (who has four chaotic kids XD)

I was kinda hesitant to read this but now i want to see nice teacher Buer

Also about the misfits. it's weird that they were chosen to be in this class when some of them were just chillin like elizabetta, kuromu, gaap, agares, (did allocer help jazz steal?)

I don't think them being misfits or different from other demons is what put them in this class (they are different but there's no way the teachers knew that from the first day)

What made sullivan put them all in the same class? Idk probably threw darts at pictures or something

[snickety-lemons]

@dantaliones, let us discuss the fact that both Illya and Napoleon really did spend a good amount of their solo episodes like 'but w h e n will my husband be back from war I'm gonna sit here and wither away without him and also pout and cry - @ Waverly, this is NOT in my contract :ccccc'

^^^ Already pouting as he asks, the weight of missing lies heavy on his shoulders (S3 E18 The Deadly Smorgasbord Affair)

^^^ HIS F A C E, BABY. (S4 E10 The Survival School Affair)

And that's just a couple examples, more will probably income as soon as I can remember which episodes. Just, oh my fucking god these two...

[valgregory]

Chapter 14

*creak*

*tap tap*

Dantalion: So he lives here? Why would a demon prince choose to live in a church?

*peek*

Dantalion: Which royal family does he come from? King Asmodeus' family? But that's impossible-

Dog: Woof! Woof!

*chomp!*

Dog: Woof! Woof!

Nero: Look, I can fly~ *flap flap*

Val: If you can fly, then stop perching on my head...

Dog: Woof! Woof!

Val: Eh? What's Lancelot* barking at?

*Dog's name

Val: Lance, what's wrong? Are you hungry?

Val: What the- Dantalion!!?? What are you doing here?!

Dantalion: ...Picking you up...

Val: Huh?!

Dantalion: Aria asked me to take you to her house...

Val: I see... (you surprised me...)

Val: By the way, do you want me to get Lance off of you...?

Dantalion: Yes, please...

---

[Previously, at school...]

Aria: Val!

Jay: *munch munch*

Jin: Dammit!!

Val: What is it, Aria?

Aria: I caught one of Gio's servants last night.

Val: Oh?

Aria: Please come to my house tonight, okay?

Val: Alright...

Val: Mammon... soon, I'll find out who you are...

---

*dun dun*

Val: This guy is a demon, too? He looks so plain... in fact, he just looks like a common thug.

Dantalion: This demon... doesn't have an aura...

Val: Eh?

Dantalion: Demons can detect each other's presence by their aura... hellhounds like Marc have stronger sensitivity towards auras.

Dantalion: But this one... I can't feel his aura at all...

Aria: Exactly, Dantalion!

Aria: Gio must have cast a spell to mask his demons' auras...

Aria: That guy... really doesn't want to see me, huh...

Aria: If only you hadn't bumped into Marc that day... I might never have found you, Caim.

Aria: Now tell me where Gio is-

Caim: No way!!

Aria: Sigh, why are you so stubborn... you're becoming more and more like him.

Caim: Who do you think you are, you sly woman!!

*dash*

*whoosh*

Caim: Wuagh!!

Aria: Have you still not learned your place?

Aria: I only have business with Gio, not you. I could kill you right now if I wanted to.

Val: *brrr*

Aria: Can you two step outside for a minute?

Val: Huh? Okay...

*blam*

Caim: Wuaaaagh!!!

Val: *gasp*

Caim: What do you want- wait, what's that thing?!!

Caim: What are you trying to do with that?!!

*AAAAAAAAAAA*

Caim: ASDFGHJKLQWERTYUIOPMNBVCXZ!@#$%^&!!!!!!!

*silence*

Aria: You can come in now. I think Caim is ready to talk.

Caim: Uuuu...

Val: What did you do to him?!

Aria: First, about this briefcase... and all the money inside...

Aria: Where did you get it?

Caim: That's the debt money I collected...

Aria: So Gio's a loan shark now? He's still as materialistic as ever...

Aria: Don't tell me... he hasn't sold my grimoire, has he?

Caim: I don't know about that...

Aria: Fine. Why did he leave me, then?

Caim: Beats me.

Aria: Does he hate me?

Caim: Not my business.

Aria: Do you want to die? Answer me properly.

Caim: Ehh... no...

Aria: Then I'll ask you something that you can answer... where is Gio now?

Caim: He's... he's in...

---

Halphas: Master, Caim hasn't returned since yesterday...

Giovanni Miller: Ugh, that idiot. Did the cops get him...?

Halphas: Should I look for him?

Gio: No need... he's probably at the CD store or the game center... since all he does is fool around...

*knock knock*

Caim: Gio. It's me, Caim...

Caim: Open the door, Gio...

Gio: Huh?! Open it yourself, you lazy dumbass! Don't order me around!

Aria: Oh my, that was harsh...

*dun dun*

Aria: Caim only asked you to open the door for him...

Gio: Aria?!

Aria: You were looking for Caim, right? Here, I brought him home for you.

Aria: Long time no see... Gio.

*rise*

Gio: How did you find this place?!!

Aria: It's almost been a year, hasn't it? How have you been?

Gio: Get out of this place, now!!

Aria: How mean, Gio... I dressed up nicely just for you, you know?

Aria: And did you think you could run away from me, just like that?

Aria: That magical portal and the aura seal you used... you took all those from my grimoire, right?

Aria: Caim has already told me what you've done with the grimoire... I heard that you've even killed people with it?

Aria: You scum...

*grrt*

Aria: Now, give it back... people like you don't deserve to have it...

Gio: And if I don't want to...?

Aria: Then I'll have to use force... I have backup with me...

Vine: Hey.

Gio: Heh... no way...

Gio: You think those lowly demons are enough to stop me? You always underestimate me, Aria...

Gio: I'll never return your grimoire... you damned witch.

*dash*

Aria: !!

Gio: Halphas-!

Halphas: Yes-

*reach*

*smaaash*

*tap*

Gio: !!

Val: Hold it- don't move!!

*dun dun*

[To be continued...]

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[azrael-the-reaper-demon]

This is the first chapter of my new story, The Assistant. It’s about Dantalion, a young, rebellious demon who becomes the assistant to the icy angel of death. She must learn to unlock her true powers before the traitorous Astaroth executes her plot to topple Lucifer and start the apocalypse. I hope you enjoy it!

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The air was hot, rough gusts of wind combatting the cooling waves of the river. Her mind raced with thoughts of the future, scenes of the cold lord of death filling her head as the river’s breeze cascaded through her white hair. She almost zoned out, locking her eyes on the water before a clattering set of stiletto footsteps snapped her out of it just as suddenly as she had been consumed.

“Dantalion.” A stern voice barked, “What are you doing out here? You’re supposed to be getting ready.”

“Sorry, Miss Adepha.”

“Lady Death will never accept you looking like that. Now c’mon dear, we have much to do and not a lot of time to do it.”

Adepha grabbed her forearm, her claw-like nails digging into Danatlion’s skin. The manager dragged her into the ferry’s empty main hall, then down a winding hallway and into a stuffy dressing room. The smell of perfume burned her lungs as she sat in a tattered leather chair.

“Take your hair down, dear.”

Dantalion begrudgingly did as she was told.

“Now, we have to get you looking prim and proper for her majesty.”

“I know, you said that before.”

The stern demon huffed, “Don’t give me lip, missy. You’re already on thin ice with that attitude of yours.”

“And I’ve told you a hundred-fifty thousand times that how I look is perfectly fine, and that I don’t need some pretty dress to be ‘proper’ or whatever.”

“Lady Death is a very refined woman, she would not want her assistant looking like a common street rat.”

Dantalion felt her blood boil, “I’m gonna tell my father you said that.”

“Go on ahead. He’ll just laugh it off.”

The young demon sighed, looking to the side with a huff.

Adepha grabbed a brush off a nearby table, running it through the ends of the girl’s curly hair. “Here, I’ll appease you, I won’t do any makeup. It’s not like we have time for it anyway.”

Dantalion didn’t answer, crossing her arms as the woman ran the brush through the thickest parts of her locks, which made her wince harshly.

“Miss Adepha.” The girl spoke up suddenly.

“Yes?”

Dantalion’s expression turned somber, “Do you… think Miss Azrael will like me?”

“I’m sure she will, you are very bright, you have very high potential, I’m sure she will be pleased to have you around.”

“I guess.”

Adepha sighed, “Azrael is a cold woman, but she is not unfeeling, if that makes any sense.”

“It does, kind of.”

The stern demon stopped brushing, “You can put your hair back up now.”

Dantalion put her white hair back up, wrapping it tightly in her hair tie as she stood from the uncomfortable chair. When she walked back out onto the ferry’s lifeless dock, the air around her had turned cold and the sky changed to a deep violet. The land became swampy, with endless pools of brackish muck stretching as far as the eye can see. The old ferry creaked as the river got more violent, the rusted metal exterior flapping like wings against the wind. Scenes ran wild in Dantalion’s mind again, replaying in her head as the smell of death filled her lungs.

Soon, the ship came to a stop, docking at a rickety old port. The young demon grabbed her suitcase from her makeshift bedroom. She dragged it down to the old wooden dock, dreading the long trek through the swamp awaiting her. Her and Adepha began the trudge, being led down a narrow dry path through the thickening trees. Their clothes stuck to their skin as the sauna-hot air beamed down upon them. Adepha’s fiery hair frizzed like an angry cat and Dantalion felt her skin about to melt.

“Who in their right mind would wanna live here?” Asked Dantalion incredulously.

“Death itself, apparently.” Adepha answered off-hand, too busy trying to balance in her heels to give a solid answer.

“I feel like if I make one wrong step, I’ll get eaten alive.”

“Well, considering this place is called ‘The Swamps of Consumption’.”

The young demon peeped, “I’m moving in with a nutcase, aren’t I?”

“She’s one of the more well-adjusted nutcases, actually.”

Dantalion glared, “You’re not helping.”

They continued down the slushy path until they reached a silver stone bridge that looked relatively new, sticking out like a sore thumb in the endless abyss of the swamp. The pair walked across the stone overpass, staring down at the bubbling water beneath their feet as they approached two massive double doors towering high above their heads, connected to a Victorian-style palace. The doors themselves were covered in carvings, with images of hellhounds and ancient beasts scrawled across its wooden exterior. Dantalion felt her nerves rising, her anxiety boiling to the brim as Adepha slammed the doorknocker into the entryway.

There was a rustle from inside the palace, the sounds of arguing filling the space as the door soon swung open to reveal a beast staring them down. She was inhumanly tall, covered in fur, with canine-like features. Her jaws were like a bear trap, two massive razor blades for canines bearing down from her maw onto two bottom teeth that were just as jagged. She ran a hand through her furry head, adjusting her glasses as she stared at the demons on the other side of the doorway.

“Welcome to the Palace of Death.” greeted the beast, “You two must be our esteemed visitors.”

Adepha looked noticeably disgusted, “I didn’t know she employed beasts.”

The creature groaned, “I am Leviathan, Lady Death’s head servant.” She turned her attention to Dantalion. “Here, why don’t we take those heavy bags off of you, dear.”

She barked something in a different language towards a couple other beasts, making them run to her side. One of them quickly grabbed Dantalion’s bag while the other stood there awkwardly, following his buddy back into the palace as Leviathan led the pair in herself.

“So, you must be this new assistant I keep hearing about.” The beast hummed as they walked through the doors.

“Yes, ma’am, I am.”

“I must say, it’s rather exciting to have a new face around here, well, one that doesn’t look like mine at least.”

Dantalion looked around at her surroundings, noticing the horrifically empty walls. “Do you not like them?”

“My fellow species are all idiots,” Leviathan said with nonchalant cynicism. “The fact they haven’t gone extinct is a marvel of demonic conservation, also that no demon dares trek this far.”

“Except for me.”

“You and a few other common visitors. Lady Death isn’t very social, she doesn’t like visitors, except for a particular few.”

“And who might that be?”

Leviathan counted a couple fingers. “Some close friends.”

“You only counted to two.”

“Keep your friends close, and your enemies far away, that’s what I always say.”

Dantalion was visibly confused. “I don’t think that’s how that- y’know what, whatever. Where is Lady Death?”

“Ah, she’s in a meeting with a dead soul. It’s imperative we let her finish.”

“Can you ask her to hurry it up, then? This swamp makes me look like an unwashed dog.” Adepha spoke up.

“I’m sorry your looks are suffering,” The beast answered sardonically.

“What kind of creature are you, anyway?” Asked Dantalion, who hoped to change the subject.

“I am a Nighthound, as are the other beasts you’ll see around here. We once roamed these marshes with reckless abandon, lording with the iron fisted rule of an apex predator! Until they built death’s palace, and convinced us that this was the only way to save ourselves from being eradicated by bullets.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, not fun.” She off-handedly waved. “But, that’s not important now, what is important is that we need to get you ready to see Lady Death.”

“Am I… not ready?”

“Well, other than freshly brushed hair, you look like you just got out of bed.” Leviathan turned her head to Adepha, “Did you not bother to change her clothes?”

“I don’t want to change clothes.” The young demon said softly. “I look just fine.”

“Hmm…” The beast rubbed her furry chin, looking down at her own tattered outfit. “I guess I get your point, though she won’t be very happy about it. You’re probably exhausted anyway. I hear that ferry ride is something out of Lucfier’s torture chamber.”

“It was kinda nice, I liked looking at the water.”

“The water with the screams of the damned and the protruding limbs?”

Dantalion shrugged her shoulders. “I… didn’t see any of those.”

“Eh, you must’ve missed them.”

“Is Lady Death finished?” Interrupted Adepha snidely, much to Leviathan’s chagrin. “It feels like we’ve been walking this one hallway for hours.”

Leviathan gave her a taunting grin. “It’s only been five minutes, maybe.”

“In these heels, that’s basically an hour.”

“That’s not my fault, now is it?”

Dantalion visibly winced, expecting her case manager’s wrath to boil over any second. “I’ll have you know that I work for Lucifer, you disgusting freak, and she’ll have you shot faster than JFK in Dallas!”

“Luci-who?”

“Lucifer!”

The beast grinned. “I’m sorry miss, I have no clue who you’re speaking of.”

“Don’t play dumb with me!”

“Miss Adepha, I think you should calm down.” Dantalion said calmly.

“Fine.”

Leviathan gave the teenage demon a grin. “You’re quite the peacemaker, considering who your parents are.”

“How do you know all that?”

The monster grinned, “You’d be surprised how quickly gossip spreads around here, the other night hounds are like church ladies.”

As the trio kept down the hall, the emptiness of the place started to set in. Dantalion tried to look at her surroundings, but it felt like she was walking in place. Empty walls stayed empty, though as they got deeper into the palace’s annals it got darker and murkier. Finally, the beast stopped herself on a paw, turning on her heel to glance at the two again before they went down a spiraling set of stairs.

“Down here is your room, Miss Dantalion. You’ll be pleased to know that you’ll have one to yourself.” She said with a hint of a bite. “It’s just down these stairs and to the left. It’s the only door in the hall that’s not covered in scratch marks.”

“Scratch marks?”

“Down there is also the servant quarters, but trust me, we don’t get too loud… only on holidays.”

Dantalion made an ‘hmph’ noise. “You guys have holidays?”

“I’ll explain it more later, we should get you down there before Lady Death finishes her work for the day.”

The young demon looked back at her case manager, who had now taken off her shoes.

“I guess this is goodbye, Miss Adepha.” Dantalion whispered somberly.

“Well… not really.” The case manager half-scoffed, “I just got a call that the boat that was supposed to pick me up decided to crash into the rut in the river, and is currently six feet underwater, so I guess I’m gonna be here for a while.”

Leviathan audibly sighed, “Then I hope you two are okay with sharing a room.”

They reluctantly nodded in unison, leading the night hound to open the door to their new bedroom.

“I’ll come get you after her macabreness has finished with the final soul, Lady Dantalion.”

“Thanks.”

Leviathan bowed, giving Adepha a stank eye as she shut the door to the room behind her, leaving the pair alone in the vast space. It was as empty as the halls, with unpainted stone walls lit only by the light of dying candles. The room smelled of burning sulfur, but that was a relatively normal smell in hell’s smokey air. Dantalion sat her suitcase down on the bed, popping it open to unpack her many, many items.

She swiftly hung her clothes on old wooden hangers, placed her assortment of makeup and mirrors on her fancy regal dresser, and lastly shoved the empty traveling sarcophagus under her bed. She laid down on the sack’s soft mattress, feeling her body sink into its embrace as she stayed there for a few moments. Her rest wouldn’t last long, however, as the sounds of a snapping acrylic nail pierced her ear.

“SHIT!” Adepha shouted, throwing her heels on the ground.

“Miss Adepha?”

“I HATE this damned place!” She ignored the girl, “It’s hot, and I’m sticky, and my hair’s messed up, and my nails are broken, and my heels- Oh! My heels, and how in the hell am I supposed to get home?! I have a job dammit!”

“Miss Adepha?” Dantalion repeated with a bit more force, beginning to squeeze a nearby pillow.

“This place is filled with mortal scum and monsters!”

“I think it’s pretty…”

Adepha gave her a glare, “Of course you do, they’re sucking up to you.”

“You did call Miss Leviathan a monster at first sight.”

“Well, that’s what she is! She’s a freak! I can’t believe Lady Death would keep those abominations anywhere near her. If it were up to me, they’d all be fur coats.”

Dantalion was taken aback, beginning to hug the cushion a bit tighter. “Miss Adepha!” She yelled incredulously.

“Can it.” Adepha began to pace, “This place reeks…”

“Smells like death.”

“Yes, because that’s such a pleasant scent.”

The young demon tried to comfort her. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Miss Adepha. I think you’re overreacting.”

“Overreacting?” She repeated with a venomous bite, “I’m stranded here! Do you not understand that? I’m stuck here in this scumhole until that bitch you call a queen remembers I’m gone!”

“Don’t call Aunt Lucy-“ Dantalion caught herself, her own emotions starting to boil. “Don’t call her majesty a bitch.”

“I’m allowed to call her whatever I please.”

The teenage demon let out a sigh, “Maybe you should rest, Miss Adepha. You’re clearly not thinking straight.”

The case manager scoffed, opening her mouth to shout, but stopping herself halfway. She ran a hand through her fiery hair, letting out a frustrated sigh of her own. “Yeah, maybe I should.”

She laid beside Dantalion on the bed, her breaths shallow and weary as the cloud-like mattress consumed her. The young demon stood from the kip, walking over to her closet to find something at least a little bit nicer. However, it turned out she didn’t have much time, as a slamming knock on the door scared her out of her shoes.

“Lady Dantalion!” Leviathan’s voice barked through the wooden door, “Lady Death is ready for you!”

The teenage demon let out a nervous sigh as she walked out of the bedroom, following the beast back up the hallway.

“Are you excited?” The Nighthound asked with a smile.

“Yeah…”

“That doesn’t sound very excited.”

Dantalion’s hand shook. “I’m kinda nervous, actually.”

“Well, that’s okay, her nightmarishness is a very intimidating figure at first. Trust me, when I first saw her, I was 100% sure she was gonna eat me alive.”

“Oh.”

Leviathan laughed, “Yeah, I was a pretty paranoid puppy.”

“I don’t think she’ll kill me, I’m just… nervous.”

The beast kept a grin, “Yeah, well, I’m sure she’ll like you.”

“You think so?”

“Her grisliness might seem all cruel and scary on the outside, but she’s not like that. She’s actually very sweet.”

Dantalion felt herself calm down slightly, not enough to be considered comfortable, but better than a shaking mess. “I’m glad.”

“Her throne room is right behind the corner, can’t miss it.”

“Are you not gonna go in with me?”

Leviathan chuckled, “Her blackness doesn’t like having too many people in there. It’s a tradition thing.”

“Right.”

Dantalion took a deep breath, looking up at the massive doors that led into the quarters of death. The door was lined with murals, all painted with shades of crimson and black. She slowly opened the gate, taking a step that echoed through the mostly empty room. She could hear her own heavy breaths as she entered the space with trepidation, the only light to guide her being that of a dying candle, just like in her own room.

“Step forward.” A cold voice hummed from afar, leading Dantalion towards it like she was in a trance. The teenage demon anxiously walked through the room, her own footsteps bouncing off the walls as she got closer and closer to the embodiment of expiration. Soon, the figure began to approach her, a dark silhouette towering in the dim light before her features finally came into view.

She was a head taller than Dantalion, her snowy white hair up in a loose ponytail, with a vibrant rose clipped in its mane. Her sharp red eyes looked down at the teenage demon, her tail whipping back and forth as she adjusted the collar on her dark uniform.

“You must be Dantalion.” She spoke with a stoic glare, her voice quiet yet stern.

The young demon hesitated, “H-hello- I mean, good evening! Good evening, your…?”

“Please, just call me Azrael, or Thanatos, or The Arbiter, or the Grim Reaper, or Santa Muerte, or-“

“Uh…”

Death hummed, “Lady Death is the easiest to remember. I have so many titles and names now, it’s like every human has a different thing they call me.”

“Well, what’s your real name?”

“Azrael, that’s what my mother named me.”

Dantalion’s eyes widened, “You had a mother?”

“You seem a bit surprised.”

“Well, y’know, I always kinda thought you just-“

“Happened? What, did you think all creatures were immortal until I came along to take their souls?”

The young demon laughed anxiously, shifting her eyes around the dim, empty room. “Yeah, kinda like that.”

“No, actually, I had an entire existence before I ended up stuck in this infinite loop of torturous labor.”

“Torturous?”

Azrael’s face remained stoic, “It’s not as fun as it used to be.” She gave Dantalion a look, “I was hoping you would help with that.”

“Really?”

“It would be far better than spending every waking second alone.”

The young demon stared at her own feet. “I’d think anything would be better than that.”

“Loneliness is both a blessing and a curse, more often a curse.” Lady Death walked back towards her throne, grabbing a fire-engulfed weapon from its holder. “However, this isn’t about me, is it?”

Dantalion’s eyes went wide as the white flame lit the darkness of the room.

“This is my scythe. It burns with the flames of Tartarus. If you touch it, I will feed you to the servants.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The teenage demon answered with a nervous bow.

“Put your head back up.”

Dantalion anxiously did as she was told, feeling Azrael’s cold fingertips brush across her chin.

“You’re here to learn, yes?”

“My father told me I’d be here to be your assistant.”

Death chuckled, “Your parents are politicians, natural born liars.”

“What do you mean?” Dantalion raised an eyebrow.

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“I’m a very curious demon.” The younger one responded with a bit of a bite.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“I’d like to know now.”

Azrael whipped her eyes towards her. “Now I know why they warned me about you, that smart mouth of yours does seem to have a mind of its own.”

“I’m not being ‘smart’, I’m just asking for information.”

“And I told you that I would tell you tomorrow. You have to be patient.”

Dantalion huffed. “If my parents were lying to me, I’d like to know why.” She spoke now with a hint of desperation.

Azrael didn’t respond, putting her scythe back in its place and turning her back to the girl.

“Did you hear me?” The young demon raised her voice.

“I did.” The embodiment answered softly.

“Then why won’t you answer me?”

“Because I told you I would tell you tomorrow.”

Dantalion felt her hair raise, “I wanna know now.”

“Dantalion-“

“I said I wanna know now!”

Azrael scoffed, her eyes staring straight through the girl as her eyebrows furrowed. “Quit whining like a petulant brat. I said you would learn tomorrow, and yet here you are acting like a child. What? Do you think you’ll die in your sleep?”

“I-“

“No, I’ve had enough of you for the night. Go to bed.”

“It’s only 7:30.” The girl said incredulously.

The death demon flicked her wrist, turning on her heel and sitting back down on her throne. “Then sit in your room and scream for all I care. As long as it gets you out of here.” She gave her one final glare, “And next time I see you, you better be wearing something nicer than your pajamas.”

Dantalion let out an angry huff, storming out of the room with bullish footsteps.

“How’d it go, Miss Dantalion?” Asked Leviathan with her signature grin, however, she received no answer. She watched Dantalion storm by like a whirlwind before poking her head into the death demon’s chamber, seeing her lounging on her throne with an unfazed expression.

“I see you, Leviathan. You can come in.” She barked.

“Lady death, what happened?”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear it.”

Leviathan sighed, “I did, but it was only part of it.”

“I messed up. I tried to approach her like an adult, and it seems she couldn’t handle it. The girl’s a bull in a china closet.”

“I could’ve told you that by the file, your macabreness.”

Azrael groaned with annoyed apathy, “Stop calling me that.”

“Right.”

“Anyway, it seems my efforts went haywire.” The demon spoke with a waving hand, “She certainly takes after those parents of hers.”

“You did tell her they were lying to her.”

“Was I wrong?”

Leviathan bit her lip, “Well…”

“She deserves to know the truth, I think. The girl isn’t a fool.”

“You also called her a petulant brat and told her to go to her room like she’s a little pup.”

The death demon’s expression remained unchanged. “She was acting like one.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little too hard on her? She’s just been through an eight-hour boat ride with an unpleasant wench and got dumped in the swamp with nothing but a suitcase. It’s probably the first time she’s this far away from home, cut her a little slack.”

“And make her weak? I don’t think so.” Azrael scoffed, “The last girl died because she was unprepared. I’m not repeating the same mistake twice.”

“But Miss Dantalion is of far superior blood to her, she’s a bonafide prodigy by genetics alone.”

The death demon rolled her eyes, “Of course, the beast lectures me on genetics.”

“Why are you being so obtuse?” The beast said with a bite, “I just want you to be nice to her. She’s just a scared kid.”

“And so were you, and yet here you are, doing just fine.”

Leviathan scoffed, “If you’re just gonna be rude, I’m leaving.”

“Stay.”

“Why?”

Azrael let out a sigh of her own, “I’ll admit that I lost my temper a little.”

“A little? You made her cry.”

“I just think-“ The death demon caught herself, letting out a begrudged sigh. “Just tell her I’m sorry.”

“Really?” Leviathan asked, a bit taken aback by the shift.

“Yes. Tell her I lost my temper and didn’t mean what I said.”

The beast stayed serious, “Maybe you should tell her that.”

“Why? She probably hates me.”

“And she’d probably hate you more if you apologized like a coward.”

Azrael rolled her eyes, “Fine. I’ll do it tomorrow.”

Leviathan watched the death demon walk back to her throne, sitting down with her legs crossed as she seemingly went back to her endless work. The beast let out a sighing huff, exiting the room with her head hung low. She walked back down the long, straight hallway, paying no attention to the world around her as her vision tunneled. Her feet moved like a machine, unconsciously leading her through the corridor and down the spiraling stairs, towards the only door without the signs of servitude.

“Miss Dantalion?” Leviathan spoke softly as she knocked on the door. “Are you okay?”

There was no answer, not even a sign of movement.

“Miss Dantalion, I know her grimness was rather cruel to you, but she’s not like that, I promise. I want you to be happy here.” The beast pleaded.

It was then when she heard a faint clatter, the sound of a foot hitting the stone floor as the pitter-patter got louder and louder. Then, the doorknob began to rattle.

“What?” Dantalion groaned tiredly as the door swung open.

“I’m just checking on you.”

“I’m fine.” The teenage demon answered quickly.

Leviathan gave her a warm smile, “You should get some rest.”

“Is that an order?”

“No, just a suggestion. You must have had a long day.”

Dantalion smiled weakly, “Yeah, I have.”

“I promise she’s not like that all the time.”

“You said she was sweet.”

The beast laughed awkwardly, “Well, you know, my perception is a bit biased.”

“‘Sweet’ my ass.”

Leviathan hummed. “She’s just being a bit icy.”

“A bit?”

“I’ve seen her be worse, if that’s any consolation.”

Dantalion put her head down, letting out a dim chuckle. “I guess it is.”

“Just don’t worry about her- OOMF!”

Leviathan staggered as Dantalion threw herself into the beast’s arms, her eyes widening as she felt the teenage demon squeeze her furry ribcage. She carefully put her arms around her, reciprocating the hug as a longing silence filled the air around them.

“Have a good night, Miss Dantalion.” The servant whispered softly, slowly letting the girl back away into her bedroom. Dantalion didn’t speak, her sniffles saying more than words as she waved goodbye, shutting the wooden door behind her.

She walked back to her bed, ignoring Adepha’s stares. The young demon laid back down, covering herself up tightly in her blankets as the warm embrace of sleep began to consume her.

One day down, who knows how many left to go.

[uegg]

Uegg was a devil of the highest order. He'd collected many souls during his time in this realm and would collect even more as he worked with the Vanguard of Light. Ryujin was just one man, one soul he already had, just one. None of the other darkfriends Dantalion made received so much attention, and arguably spending time with one who held a grudge was dangerous to his plans. So why? Why risk everything to come see Ryu? Why taunt and pester and push him ever closer to a breaking point? Out of the two of them, Dantalion had the most to lose. So why?

The answer could be found in the Captain's outburst. That high-pitched, sinister giggle sounded again from the throat that previously had a rapier pressed into it. Ryu was so entertaining, a welcome respite from the dull nature of existing within the Vanguard of the Light. Hedonism and high-stakes games were the cornerstones of Uegg's identity as a demon. He was a gambler, fraud, and a cheat in the mortal life he can't remember and used those very qualities to climb out of the trenches Ryu would find himself in eventually. His sick infatuation with the other stemmed from the fact that Ryujin still refused to play, which made Dantalion want to play with him even more. "That's right, you don't have power, control, or choice here. You sealed your fate that night I found you at your lowest. It was so easy you practically handed over your soul!" Dantalion says excitedly, chasing after Ryu as he often did. It didn't matter how odd it would look for a crusader to be following a raider around like a giddy kid, clearly his boredom was much greater than he initially knew. Dantalion wouldn't let Ryu walk away, not just yet. "But that's what makes you so fascinating. You're mine, yet you refuse me. You don't have a future, yet you keep sailing off towards one. I don't understand you at all, which makes me want you so bad. Isn't that crazy? You're mine, and I still want you!" His infernal hedonism was starting to bleed through his cover as it often did when Ryujin was involved. "You really think you have no idea what makes me tick, don't you? My Ryu, so adorable. We could spread darkness in this realm together, or I could pit the Vanguard against your crew! We could go to war or corrupt entire fields or start destroying nations. Whatever you want, just play with me. My games have gone stale but you know how to liven things up, don't you Ryu? Ryu? Ryu!" Yes, he was obsessed and it showed.

That flicker of ire with Ryu's pressing questions was important to the captain, however subtle, it had offered Ryu a truth not expended to him before. Uegg was a deceiver, everything between them built on a lie that manipulated the course of the last few years for Ryu. Where the sea once proved as this calming ground, the waves of the Azure Sea rocking against the monstrosity that was the Leviathan, Ryu had been restless, unable to sleep, as the thought of this deceiver kept him awake often. His soul sold to the Dark, something indelibly marred until his death would allow him to greet the flames in which he'd been delivered to. Ryu tried to hide the biting smile he felt at even the smallest clue as to who Uegg was behind the abyssal entity he'd since become.

As Uegg pressed against the tip of the rapier, Ryu pressed ever slightly his jaw knit in that palpable frustration; there was something to be said about trying to kill your demons, but this was a damned devil and Ryu had a hunch he'd simply come back with a further vengeance to destroy the wish Ryu had bargained for in his formerly drunken stupor. "Fuck!" In a swift movement, Ryu sheathed the rapier, stalking past the devil and off his sacred ship. Tense fingertips pulled through his hair, tucking frayed tendrils behind his ear; the devil didn't have to follow him of Ryu's ship, but he had to hope Uegg's pursuit was so intense that he simply would oblige. "Would if I could, damned if I don't, right?" Scathing venom laced his words as he stalked to the edge of the port, dark eyes staring out into the vast darkness of the Azure Sea this time of night. Each boat and ship he passed seemed abandoned under the celebratory nature of Neptunalia and he hoped no others had decided to stay behind within their ships as well. "Do I not have any bargaining power in this relationship?" Sourly retorted, it seemed the pirate would bite through the tip of his tongue from the way iron coated the tarmac of it, yet it seemed impossible to purge whatever ire roared inside him now.

[insomniacbaby]

A Makai Ouji WIP I'm drawing my fav panels from my fav chapter hehe

[reveltica]

Gone Blind

part iii

a/n: hello! you can now read this in ao3. The title is "Her Faith: Chapter I (Mondstadt)". I'll be constantly posting the rest of the story there instead but you could always come back here to see artwork of some scenes from my story.

i hope you find this story fun~

trigger warning: Cursing and blood

'...miracle that she's alive..'

'...blind?'

The voices fade in and out of her mind. What happened? Where was she? The last thing she remembered was that she was supposed to go to work this afternoon.

Ah, that must've been a dream. Surely, there's no way she was in Teyvat. There's no way she was chased down by Hilichurls. And there is no way in hell she would make a deal with the Devil!

She internally sighed in relief. Sometimes, her dreams could feel so real. But her relief was short-lived when she felt pain all over her body, mostly on the front of her head.

She groaned, alerting the people in the room with her. A girl rushed to her side, hushing her with a soft voice and telling her to take it easy. Iris tried prying her eyes open, but she couldn't, sensing something wrapped around her head.

'Easy there Iris, your eyes are still healing.' A familiar deep voice rang through her ears. She flinched and grunted in recognition and realization.

Ugh, so it wasn't a dream. I'm really here.

'Dantalion' she started, letting herself be assisted to sit up by the girl. She gave a quiet thank you and she made herself comfortable. 'Don't move too much, you're still healing.' Dantalion stated.

Iris scoffed and her mind reeled back to the events earlier. She couldn't believe it, she was in Teyvat. Made a deal with the Devil and possibly had lost her vision!

And what did she tell him? She doesn't mind being stuck there for a bit? She mentally kicked herself for telling him that. Of course she minds! She obviously doesn't belong there, she had a life.

And look at where that had gotten her. Blind. Blind for an escape.

But "seeing" that the damage had been done, she might as well roll with it. 'Miss Barbara, thank you for your service, but can we have a little moment to ourselves?'

Did he say Barbara?

'Why of course. Please, if you need anything please don't hesitate to call upon me or the other sisters. And may the Anemo Archon protect you.' Barbara replied before closing the door.

Iris immediately chucked a pillow to where she thought Dantalion was. 'I can't fucking believe that you're a demon! Ugh!' she groaned in annoyance. Dantalion just looked at her amusingly, trying to muffle his laughter through his fingers. Because Iris just threw the pillow through the air, nowhere near him.

'Alright, calm down tiger−'

'Calm down?! Are you fucking kidding me right now? Not only have I possibly sold my soul to the Devil, I am also blind!' She retorted. She was frustrated from all the hasty decisions and words she said.

'You'll continue to be blind if you keep on thrashing. Now hold still, I have something to do.' Dantalion said. Iris huffed and felt his presence near her. She heard him chant something unfamiliar. She felt the air around flowed and breezed around her head. Tingling sensation erupted in her eyes. The sensation slowly turned to a stinging pain that lasted for a few seconds.

She felt so much better, on the front of her head at least. Dantalion then helped her remove the bloody bandage around her eyes. She slowly opened them and she felt her heart leap from her ribcage.

She could see again! She was ecstatic, she was happy, she was overjoyed that she immediately cried for the first time in that world. After calming down, she turned towards Dantalion who was now wearing a cheeky grin.

She frowned, turned her head away and grumbled a small thank you. 'Huh? What was that? I couldn't quite hear you my dear.' He teased, cupping his hand over his ear to mock her.

'I said thank you...' much more quiet this time.

'What? Could please repeat that−'

'Ugh, I'm not repeating myself! I know you heard that in the first time!' Dantalion just laughed heartily while she was disgruntled. A second later she asked 'Why'd you helped me?'

Dantalion looked at her incredulously, arching an eyebrow. 'If I didn't give you your vision back, then how could you draw for me?' he said a-matter-of-factly. 'Oh right, yeah sorry'

'So, we really are in Genshin, huh?'

'Yup, we are.'

'Would we affect the original storyline of the game back in my world?' finally, the real question.

'Hmm, not really. This universe is already fixed*. The Teyvat we are in is a separate universe from the game itself since that one is still updating. Therefore, we wouldn't be affecting anything on your world's version of Genshin.' He explained, making Iris curious on how much he knows. 'And where did you get this, from a book from your library?'

She felt the bed dipped a bit since Dantalion sat down in front of her. Iris scooted away from him a bit, knowing full well that he is, in fact, a Great Duke of Hell. She was wary of course. Dantalion took note of this and chuckled.

'Yes, I am a demon−as you have already figured out−but not the kind your beliefs tell you I am.' He reassured her. 'Well, no. See, I am demon who could travel to any world I wish and record them for a book in my library. This is a new physical world for me to record but I could tell that this is a separate physical universe form the game back in your world.'

Iris nodded a bit, she stopped and saw her reflection on a mirror on the other side of the room. Instead of hazel brown, she saw different colors. She was confused and intrigued at the same time. Dantalion turned to where Iris was looking.

'Why−'

'Oh that? It's fine I just gave you the gift of Omniscience.' He clarified. Iris turned her head swiftly and her face scrunched up. 'Omni-what? And can I have my brown eyes back?'

'It's Omniscience, slowpoke.' Dantalion groaned, flicking Iris' forehead. 'You can activate and deactivate it whenever you wish. I gave you that gift so that whenever we encountered a new character, you would see who they are from the past. What their intentions are and if they are worthy to trust. I can't have my master be involved with sketchy people.' He huffed and crossed his arms.

Sketchy people? Like yourself? she thought and mocked him by arching an eyebrow and crossing her arms as well. Dantalion took the hint and was flustered. 'B-but, I'm already exempted aren't I?! I already pledged my loyalty to you by giving you my sigil!'

Sigil. Iris looked down at her hand. The pact mark etched on her skin, glowing in angry red. 'That reminds me, is that why you got your powers back?'

'Not all of it, just a quarter. enough to shapeshift and give you that gift.' He uttered with a hum at the end. 'That's why I need you to fill that book. Journal every magical property and then I could get my magic back.'

Iris sighed and nodded. She was now determined to accept this demon as her companion and do everything in her power to get his magic and get her back home. It all works out in both of their favors.

'Just don't do any funny business and break my trust alright?' she threatened.

Dantalion chortled and shook his head. 'Of course not! My honor as a Great Duke, I wouldn't even dream about it. But when push comes to shove, you can always break off the contract. Just slash the pact mark and it'll become null and void.' He said confidently. She just looked at him seriously, noises from outside their room could be heard.

The singing of the choir, chatters of people praying for guidance and the gentle breeze of the night passed by these fateful two. 'Alright I'll take you on your word.' She agreed and smiled.

'Of course! I am a demon of my word. You can trust me.' He encouraged, before falling down on the soft bed. Iris snorted and fixed her sitting position, to let him get comfortable.

'Really? It's still hard to hear the word "trust" coming form a demon himself.' She mused. Dantalion just groaned, lifting his hand and lazily waved her statement off.

'Oh just give it some time. You won't regret it.' He grumbled with a smile on his face. For now, she will trust him since he is the only one she could rely on going back home.

Besides, he couldn't do anything to harm her. She's practically his master.

Right?

Just then, she heard and felt her purse vibrate. She was surprised! Her phone was working? She scrambled to get her phone from her purse on the bedside table. She looked at it and saw that her notifications from her socials were still updating. The only thing that occupied her mind for the time being was:

'This is ridiculous.'

this universe is already fixed*

- meaning that the other nations are already established and because they really are not in the game itself. if they were, they would be swimming in code for months waiting for the next update. but the plot would still follow the original story of Genshin. i just wanted to clear that out, ehe.

rest of the story is here~

you might not find it in search but just type in 'reveltica' and you'll find it!

[beebubb]

My creepypasta AU! I really wanted to make my own creepypasta world where i can come up with ideas for the characters as to designing and coming up with their personalities and other stuff!

But before I describe my AU/world here are a few things I want to mention first

1. Some of these ideas are inspired by vivziepop, snuffbomb(I do not support what he did in the past, I just like the characters from the comic Creeps), and pastamonsters

2. There are ships that I will include with my OCs but it DOESN'T mean that I'm one of those fangirls that are like "BEnY iS mInE aNd nO oNe eLsE CaN hAvE him!!" and go after other fans! I respect if you ship yourself or your own characters with the same pasta that I like or if you like someone else! Also I might post some headcanons later on that will be based off of my AU and also I might do those Y/N x *insert your creepypasta love interest here* later on as well! So if you like this and wanna ask something or request something later on you can!

3. You don't have to completely like or agree with every single thing I write or make in my AU! This is just for my entertainment and for others!

4. This is includes demonology so I have like princes/kings/Dukes etc of hell so yes that does mean I include stolas but it is not the same stolas from helluva boss (made by vivziepop)

5. The entities I mention that are part of Demonology, each have their purpose as well.

OK now that I got that out of the way here is a bit of my AU!

The world is divided into 3, which is the earth world, underworld, and hell. What's the difference?

Earth world: this is the normal human world, where people like us exist etc

Underworld: this is where all monsters and killers live and exist (I was inspired by this part by the Creeps comic sense I really liked the concept of having an underworld for killers to live at)

Hell: this is where prince's, queens, kings, princesses, of hell exist. So pretty much rulers of hell.

What happens in the underworld?

(this was also inspired by Creeps) in the underworld it is kind of like the earth world, but of course like I mentioned before, this is where killers exist and all that.

The difference is pretty much what you do, what you can study for, what you do for work, and lifestyle.

What can you study for and work for in the underworld?

Here you can study for careers like morticians, hitman, bounty killers, professional stalkers, and killer apprentices(can also be known as studying to be a proxy), or a demon's apprentice (what you dedicate for is depending the demon you decide to work for)

There are also normal jobs of course, like surgeon, CEO, entrepreneur, and pathologist.

What's the difference between hell and the underworld?

In the underworld it is pretty much normal people that became killers, ghosts, etc.

In hell, only royalty and rulers live there.

Who are in hell?

Queen: lilith

Kings: bael, paimon, asmodeus, purson, belial, viné, balam, zalgo, zagan

Dukes: amduscias, Agares, eligos, astaroth, valefar, barbatos, gusion, zepar, bathin, saleos, aim, buné, berith, focalor, vepar, vual, crocell, allocer, murmur, gremory, vapula, flauros, dantalion.

Princes: vassago, sitri, ipos, gaap, stolas, orobas, seir, beelzebub, lucifer, slenderman (he is zalgo's son here)

Marquises: gamigin, aamon, leraje, naberius, ronové, forneus, marchosias, phenex, sabnock, shax, orias, andras, andrealphus, kimaris, decarabia.

Earls: furfur, malthus, raum, bifrons, andfomalius

Knights: furcas

President: barbas, buer, botis, morax, glasya-labolas, foras, malphas, haagenti, camio, ose, Amy, valac.

How can you get to the underworld?

There are a few ways that you can get to the underworld which are

1. You get brought by a demon from hell or by slenderman himself (very common and popular way). This usually happens once the underworld would be a much better place for you (for example, for Ben drowned he was brought to the underworld by slenderman after he died sense well he's a ghost now and was literally part of a hunted legend of Zelda video game so he was basically a bit of a poltergeist)

2. If you have any background with a killer that already lives in the underworld that was or is still related to you, you can also be brought to the underworld (kind of like when will Grossman was brought to the underworld and Isaac was looking for him (Isaac was his great great great grandpa I think))

3. Once your time has come to be in the underworld, you'll be teleported here, if you are dying then you would just wake up here, and if you are still conscious, you'll black out and get teleported.

What happens once you get to the underworld? Do you change?

Not much is changed, you still have the same personality and physical appearance that you had when you were in the underworld, the only physical change varies depending on how you died or why you came to the underworld (kind of like hazbin hotel and helluva boss, that depending on how you died you get left a mark that shows) or depending on what you did to yourself, a few examples are these:

-Jeff the killer: sense he killed his family and cut a smile on to his face, then when he's in the underworld, that smile does become permanent and a part of him, so it won't heal like a normal cut

-amari (my OC) didn't do anything to herself like Jeff did, but she was just power hungry and thrill seeking out of killing, so sense she has no self inflicted physical marks, once she came to the underworld, she had a skull in the iris of her eye (this kinda came out of the "the eyes are the Window to the soul" thing, and sense she literally wanted the death of others, she had a skull on her eye)

What pastas will I include? (if you are interested in having me do a y/n x creepypasta thing and you wanna know who I am including then this list is for you!)

-Jeff the killer

-Ben drowned

-Jane the killer

-Will grossman

-laughing jack

-nina the killer

-hoodie/Brian (I won't include marble hornets so here hoodie/Brian are the same, same goes for masky/Tim)

-masky/timothy

-sherry(my OC)

-eyeless jack

-slenderman

-ticci toby

-amelie/lady(my OC)

-amari(my OC)

-clockwork

-Damien (my OC)

-hobo heart

-offenderman

-splendor

-puppeteer

-zalgo

Info of the demons

They all have different personalities, morals, and different beliefs. So just because they are demons, it doesn't mean everyone is evil (except for zalgo, he's an evil mf)

-Some of them teach at the institution or schools

-they can make deals with anyone from the earth world and underworld

-sometimes they can take someone under their wing when they see potential in them

-Some of them have businesses, safe houses, proxies, etc just like slenderman

-sometimes they hire hitmen, bounty killers, and stalkers

Well that's it for now! I hope you like this concept I made!and like I said, I this is just for fun! Nothing of this is Canon for the original creators of the pastas or other characters, it's just something I made for my own entertainment and others!

[cloakedandsoaked]

Wants and Needs

[This is straight-up porn. Don’t read it if you don’t want to read porn. Contains lots of blood, a wee bit of self-harm, consensual non-consent, and probably other things I haven’t thought to warn for.]

As Dantalion threw his head back, lines of fire cutting down each side of him, his last remaining thought flickered in wonder at how he had managed to find himself here. For ‘here’ he most certainly was, covered in sweat and ichor, with a demon he'd just met leaning over him in an unfamiliar bed, to which he was tightly bound. And then the thought was gone, banished with all the others to wherever thoughts disappear to in the throes of ecstasy.

If it had stuck around, it might have elucidated for us the circumstances that had led Dantalion to this peculiar state of affairs. Indeed, it might have told first of the deep itch that had taken hold in his bones some time over the past few days, an itch to which he was all too accustomed. It came in times of stress, in times of boredom, and, sometimes, at least as far as the duke himself could tell, for no particular reason at all.

In the past, he would have ignored such an itch. Or, failing that, he might have tried to scratch it himself, though that usually didn't take very well or for very long -- and it seemed to upset Sahar, which he had no real inclination to do.

But now….

Well, he had been trying to allow himself as much of what he wanted as possible. In the aftermath of his emotional experiments, giving in to desire seemed to help quiet the hollowness, at least for a time.

And what he desired was for someone to hurt him. Properly.

Not enough, of course, to render him unfit for duty; he was needy, not insane. He just wanted someone to, y'know. Rough him up a bit. Take the edge off that grasping, cloying thirst beneath his skin that cried out for some kind of stimulation.

One of the downsides to using his physical form as a sensory muffler was that he sometimes felt too muffled, almost claustrophobic under the smothering blanket burrito of his flesh. And since he wasn't going to leave that flesh unless absolutely necessary, sometimes -- just sometimes -- he needed something to reach between the bars of his self-made prison and touch him for real.

Or, at least, as close to 'real' as it was going to get.

He'd had Sahar set up the appointment for him, even allowing her to select the practitioner. Someone discreet, secure. (Obscenely well-paid, as should be obvious.) Thankfully, she had a shortlist ready and waiting, as it had been for years. It was an old argument of theirs, and, until now, she had never convinced him to book.

With only half an hour 'til the appointment, Dantalion had quite nearly bunnied out, despite the fact that he would lose his deposit. However, he found his mind turning to Asmodeus, and his resolve pulled through. Asmodeus would be disappointed by the idea that he couldn't even visit a professional dominant without turning coward. He took a deep breath, centered himself, and flipped the switch on his nervousness.

That's right, this is supposed to be good, isn't it? The hollowness was back, and with it, the itch, and with the itch, an unsettling but not unfamiliar sort of desire. Yes, this is how it's supposed to be. No more nights spent trying to clench himself together, or worse, trying to find fulfillment in his own claws, but unable to escape his bullet train of a mind even as he bled a pool onto the floor. Straightening his back, he had left his office with a new confidence.

And that confidence held, even through the consultation. Of course, he and Master Rodger (Really? Tal had thought, ‘Rodger’ of all things?) had communicated by email the day before, so both of them knew at least some of what to expect.

Well, Tal didn't expect Master Rodger to have easily a metre on him (Not even counting the horns, stars!); that part was a surprise. And not at all an unwelcome one, Tal noted vaguely in the part of his mind that wasn't focused on maintaining his social mask. Although he knew his mask was going to slip at some point in the evening, and, indeed, that was part of the point, it didn't do to be anything less than a perfect gentlebeing outside of the scene. Manners mattered.

It helped that Master Rodger (For real, that has to be a work name, Dantalion kept thinking. And of course it was.) was warm and open, exactly the sort of person to make one want to reflect those qualities back. It rang a bell of familiarity in Tal's mind; it carried an essence of similarity to the seeping heat of Asmodeus, but much less intense, and without the sense of nervousness and... almost… violation? that always came along with it.

(Then again, he hadn't seen Asmodeus except in picture form since his experiments with the switch method, and next time, the experience might be totally different. It was hard to say. He rather hoped so! That was part of the purpose of the whole affair, after all.)

They discussed the usual necessities. Safewords, limits, aftercare, any other concerns. They settled on the classic traffic light system for safewords; no surprise there. Most of Tal's limits had been outlined in their online communication, but he reinforced a few. I'm in charge of my breathing. I'm in charge of my eye contact. Master Rodger made a point of reminding him of a limit or two of his own, including 'no kisses on the mouth', one Tal actually took quite a bit of comfort in. It wouldn't have been something he'd have listed, himself, but it was certainly not something he enjoyed most of the time.

It did, admittedly, get a bit awkward when Dantalion had to show him (for it was a tricky subject) exactly how he liked and didn't like his hair and scalp to be touched. No amount of warmth and openness could save him there. He felt as if he were on display in a way far more scandalous than was typically possible for the amount of clothing he still had on. The sensation was, if he were honest with himself, a little bit exciting, though that didn't cut through the social ticklishness of the moment.

And then they were ready, and all at once, the nervousness from before sprang again like a tiger to devour him from the inside. In what way, he wasn't sure, but he must have revealed it as they made their way to the back room, for Master Rodger laid a paw in the middle of his back (which was honestly about as low as he could reach with his paw without bending; Stars, but he's tall!), and rubbed a calming circle there. "Just like we talked about, right? Is this okay?"

Tal first tensed at the contact, then relaxed into it. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself. "First time jitters. It's fine. I'm a high-strung personality. But then again, that's why I'm here." He was babbling, and he realised it. Rather than continue, he nodded at Master Rodger, who opened the door for him.

"Five minutes, and we'll start. You can put your clothes on the chair by the door on the right." It was a solid acknowledgement of Tal's stated preference that he begin the scene already in the nude, and he appreciated it. Master Rodger gave him a once-over, and then corrected: "Make it three; I really don't want you sitting in there fretting a mess."

Tal smiled sheepishly, and went on in.

Four minutes later, he was turned over one comically long thigh, face and torso resting on the edge of the great, black bed, bum in the air.

Not all went so smoothly. Only a few minutes of spanking with some sort of implement (he couldn't see what, but he knew it wasn't a paw) had him flushed and squirming, and not with the response he had most hoped to have. This would have to be rectified. "Excuse me, sir?" he ground out, tense with the sensations and his own pride.

"Yes, kitten?" He stopped what he was doing, keen to listen to whatever it was that had made Dantalion speak up now, when he had been so seemingly reserved.

Tal sighed and shifted against the thick leg that bore him up. "I mean no offense, but this is really… doing more to turn me on than to hurt me." He pinked further in embarrassment, as if the evidence of his cock was not enough to humiliate him. Dantalion was clearly more than a little pent up.

"Already asking for more, eh? Greedy." He ran a single claw up Tal's spine, with just enough pressure to be felt. "I like it."

Tal shuddered at the implication on his skin, and his ears pricked as he heard a rustling noise. The anticipation was almost overwhelming as he waited, breathless, for the dom's next move. He wasn't expecting gentleness. 

However, that's exactly what he received; a velveted paw soothed small circles on his arse, coaxing out the too-small sting that had gathered there. Dantalion made a strangled noise between a sigh and a growl, and ground his hips up into the Master's leg.

"You have permission to ask me for 'more' any time you like. Understood, kitten?"

Dantalion twisted his face into the bed until his neck was crooked and only his mouth peeked out. This is torture! Fuck, it can't have even been fifteen minutes yet. "Yes, sir," he sighed, unsure whether either of them had really understood the point of this whole endeavor.

Crack!

Tal arched off the bed, more in shock than pain, though the pain hit him a half-second later, and he welcomed it with a soft moan as he collapsed back down. The moan was cut off with another stroke, followed by three in rapid succession. "Fuck," he hissed, hands scrambling to find purchase on the tight-laid bedsheets.

"Color?"

"Green, sir!" Tal's eyes ghosted closed as another short rain of blows fell with an unrelenting sting that had him panting again in seconds. This time, it was the proper kind of panting; the last thing on his mind was his cock. He spat a few choice swears into the bed, only just managing to 'be good' and stay in place on Master Rodger's knee. Not that he wanted to get away; far from it! But much longer, he knew, and his body would cease to obey him as he gave into the sensation. Tal was a writher.

Seeming to sense this, Master Rodger put a heavy paw between Tal's shoulders, not pushing, but steadying, guiding him back into place. The contact appeared to seep some of the rising tension from Tal's frame, and Master Rodger purred a few words of praise at the quick response.

Tal whimpered lightly at the regard, and was rewarded with a new rhythm of slaps, slow but unceasing and a little heavier than before. His mind began to fog with the first strands of that most pleasant of dizzinesses, and he knew he had to act quickly if he wanted to ask: "Sir, please," he breathed.

"Mn?"

"What in the name of good glorious fuck are you hitting me with?" he asked, voice giddy and a little awestruck. He wasn't gone yet, but he was too far gone to worry about sounding as easy as he truly was, which was a mercy.

Master Rodger chuckled softly, but didn't cease in his work. "Tawse. You said it was a favorite, mn?"

The answer surprised Tal, almost enough to bring him out of his happy place and into a realm more intellectual. Instead, he burst out giggling. He'd never had a tawse used on him over the knee before; it was just impractical for people with an average arm and thigh length to use with any real efficiency. Gods, did Sahar hit the mark with this one.

"Yes, sir," he eventually remembered to reply through the laughter.

"You're making me wonder if I'm hitting you hard enough, there, kitten." The Master's voice was light, but contained a genuine query.

"More please, sir!" Tal chirruped, despite the fact that his tremulous body had already begun to imitate the vibrations of a washing machine on spin.

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And now, some fifty minutes later, Dantalion had lost his last thought to the claws of Master Rodger. His back was an utter ruin, stuck to the bedsheets with thick, black ichor. He had been flipped at some point, though he didn't have the presence of mind to remember how long ago. Everything was pain and the way his body gloried in it, trembling between the impulse to flee the aversion, and a hunger for more of the sensation lying beneath.

Every few moments, the former would win out, and, whimpering, he would recoil from the agony of claws ripping at the skin over his ribs. But then would come a hushed, encouraging word from the Master, perhaps a soft kiss to the jaw or a tug of hair, and the battle would shift once more in his favor.

This addling metre went on for some time, each pass pulling Dantalion deeper into the whistling throb of his flesh, a flesh which felt more expansive with each shuddered breath. He was crying in earnest, now, whether or not he realised it, and the ends of his hair were coated in the same blood that soaked the bed. Bloody too were his lips, which he had bitten nearly through in places, struggling to process the sensations happening in his body.

Master Rodger would rouse him to reality occasionally, just long enough to get a color from him (always a confident 'green'), but otherwise, Tal was lost.

Lost until he felt an unexpected sensation amidst the singing of his nerves.

He jerked his head up, and looked down through gummy eyelashes to see a rather intense-looking Master Rodger between his legs, one paw stroking Tal's cock. He hadn't even noticed he was hard again (or, perhaps, still), and wasn't that something? The absurdity of the situation overcame him, and he leveled a thoroughly poleaxed look at the dom, tear-reddened eyes awash with bewilderment at the change in circumstance.

Master Rodger took the reaction in his stride, pausing to soothe at Tal's lower belly, which had been left untouched by the methodical mauling of before. "You're okay, kitten. It's alright. You've done so well for me. I'm going to give you a little reward; does that sound good?"

It would be a lie to say the words didn't go directly to Tal's cock, nearly bypassing his mind altogether, as it was still quite muddled. But he managed to nod and mumble something that must have been an understandable affirmative, for Master Rodger resumed stroking him. (Lost to him for the moment was the fact that this had always been part of their plan; the pawjob wasn't meant to have been a surprise.)

The changeover in sensation was its own kind of violence, disrupting the settled flow of back-and-forth between too much and just enough that had categorised the previous stage of the scene for Dantalion. Now, there was no 'too much'; though the tacky sheets clung to the wounds of his back as if with tar, and his whole torso clamoured at him every time he tensed, none of it compared to the incandescence of a laceration in progress. And the pleasure he now felt was of a totally different stripe, tapping into a need less potent, but which he was still all too eager to have filled.

Speaking of being filled -- When Master Rodger was certain he had navigated the change, he allowed Dantalion a moment of respite while he fiddled around with something off to the side. Tal heard the tell-tale click of a lube pump (for what he now realised must be the second time, though the first had been lost in the fog), and had only a second to prepare before something chilled slicked at his entrance.

He tensed automatically, and before he could loosen again, Master Rodger was on the case. "Shh-shh, relax your body for me. Nice and easy. That's a good kitten." He placed a gentle kiss inside Tal's thigh, and his cock twitched in response, both to the praise and the kiss.

The Master slid a wedged cushion beneath his arse, propping him up for better access. It put a strain on his back and legs, and made him feel even more vulnerable than the restraints themselves. Too, it forced his balance backward onto his upper back, pressing his wounds all the more heavily into the bed.

However, something soon distracted him from all of that. A cool pressure captured his attention as the Master began sliding something into him. He had a silent thought of thanksgiving that the dom had listened and furthermore believed him when he had outlined that he required no preparation; the one-two-three fingers game was aggravating at the best of times for one who controlled the tension and dimensions of his own arsehole, and downright torturous at the worst, when all he wanted was a solid pounding. Now was quickly turning into one of the latter times, so it was especially lovely to just get on with things. (Besides, he was pretty sure that that precise configuration of prep was mostly for bad fanfiction, anyway.)

Master Rodger did seem to be taking his time, though. Dantalion wiggled mutinously, fighting for purchase against his restraints. The wedge kept him too off balance to do anything of use, however. "Please."

The Master resumed his pacifying noises, but also the stroking of Tal's cock, which at least put an end to the squirming. And, soon enough, the toy was inserted to its full length. "Sir, please," Tal huffed, kicking one of his legs down against the bed with the little range of motion he had. The not-quite-burn of the stretch inside him was tantalising, but nowhere near the spark-like bursts of pleasure that would come with active thrusting. He did have to give the Master credit, though; the 'little' reward was not nearly as small as he had implied.

"That's beautiful," Master Rodger reckoned. "Keep begging, kitten. Let me know how much you need it."

"Need it." Tal echoed, still too drunk on himself to look for new words. "Please, sir! Please-please-please." In vain he tried to grind down on the toy, and his failure brought to him a mind-clearing sort of panic. "Fuck, sir, please! Fuck me, I can't--" He cut off with a gasp as the toy was pulled out quickly and rammed home again with force. 

And it didn't stop there; the Master set a dazzling rhythm with both toy and paw which immediately had Tal arching his ravaged back. Nor did the begging stop but for the brief moment of the gasp; Dantalion resumed pleading as soon as he caught his breath, babblish and inane though it soon turned. Nor did the panic stop, for now there seemed to him something he needed more than he had needed the toy, something hidden in the glowing heat that built in his lower body.

After a few minutes, that heat coalesced into something real and attainable -- the prize was in reach -- and Tal's begging turned to hoarse moans. Then everything went silent except for the slicking sounds of the Master's ministrations, and Dantalion came white strands upon his own stomach. He held his breath for a few short seconds, then slumped, panting and sated.

Master Rodger trilled his approval in soft, sweet words, and removed the toy. Still (and his eye took on an evil gleam), he had no plan to stop stroking Tal's cock. A fact which Tal realised all too quickly, as the sensations morphed from pleasure to acute aversion. "Oh, no," he murmured.

"Oh, yes, kitten," the Master replied lightly. "Hang on tight."

"Oh, no." He was already so wrung out! What did this fucker expect from him?! "Fuck-- No, no, no, no, no!" Tal writhed, trying in earnest to escape the Master's hands, both of which were working him with a fervor. The tears were back in an instant as he thrashed about, seeking relief. He twisted his face into the side of his arm and bit deeply -- anything to distract from the shock of overstimulation.

"Color!" Master Rodger demanded.

It took about five seconds for Dantalion to wage the war on himself, to persuade himself to accept what it was he truly wanted in this moment. "Gree-hee-heen!" he then sobbed, stripped of the pretense that this was anything other than exactly what he had asked for and needed. The admission hurt nearly as much as, or perhaps more than, the electric sensation between his legs. His pride was broken as he lay keening and twisting atop the bed.

But, as all things do, it eventually ended. There was a sensory stillness in the aftermath that couldn't be stirred even by the damage to his torso; it was as if thick cotton had been shoved into the ears of his skin. He vaguely noted that the Master was speaking to him in a kind and mellow voice as he undid the restraints and massaged at the corresponding joints. What words were said, he did not perceive and likely couldn't comprehend if he did.

However, he knew that he had explained as much in their orientation. There was no harm now in drifting. He gave a casual thumbs up, turned onto his side, and curled into the fetal position -- where he stayed for nearly half an hour. Everything was so soft in this place, so fuzzy and self-contained. It couldn’t even be called a ‘happy place’, because happiness required more awareness than Tal could currently muster, or would desire to. But it was peaceful, and that was all he had truly wanted.

Eventually he did get up, though. As his sensory processing came back up to snuff, he was more inclined to move, to speak, to listen. For a while, Master Rodger held him, and they chatted about the ups and downs of the scene while drinking water. When they were both sure of Tal's steadiness, the Master helped dress his wounds, at least insofar as they really required it. Just something to keep the blood in until they healed of their own accord. Tal gave it two days. Four, max, for a couple of the nastiest ones.

When all was said and done, Dantalion returned to his office feeling like a new demon. Now he could really concentrate on work. But first he would have to order three very special gift baskets: one for Master Rodger, one for Asmodeus, and (the reason he would be ordering them himself and not delegating,) one especially nice one for Sahar.

[truly-yours-hvens]

PLS SIGN HERE…!

Marimashita! Iruma-kun Headcanon

Basically answering this post about the teachers by @naehja

Characters: Balam Shichiro, Ifrit Djinn Eito, Dantalion Dali, Murmur Tsumuru, Ipos Ichou

[WARNING] manga spoilers

Balam

We don’t see him until season 2 so I’m including him here

during the segment where Gaap and agares are helping out Suzy-sensei to get her approval, Suzy mentions that she already had the signatures of a few other teachers

I think Balam-sensei’s signature was among those Suzy-sensei already had

During the harvest festival we see that they share similar interests and seem to get along well so it isn’t impossible for Suzy-sensei to ask for Balam-sensei’s signature

I have a feeling Balam gave Suzy his signature out of pity tho, I think he probably though that he felt bad for the Misfits cause He knew Kalego wouldn’t let them win and even if they get all of the teachers signatures there’s be something up Kalego’s sleeve, so he wants to at least give a bit of support seeing that he understands why the misfits are fighting so hard for a classroom change but he never thought they’d actually get all the signatures

Ifrit

We actually see a snippet of Purson getting Ifrit’s signature in the manga there seems to be no struggle in trying to obtain his signature tho

Seeing that Ifrit seems like a playful type of person demon I feel like he’s give his signature willingly, He’s the type of person demon that would add fuel to the fire to see where it leads, that and he thinks that the whole “misfits trying to win the royal one, ultimately pissing off Kalego” thing is entertaining

Dali

Once again I point out the fact that Dali is a Sadistic mf who seeks entertainment in starting shit and the bullshit that it causes

But seriously I think his case is similar to Ifrit’s choosing to add fuel to the already raging fire just to piss Kalego off and start shit

Tsumuru

Now during Chapter 208 we see that Tsumuru-sensei is actually a big fan of akudols we see that he also collects merch of Akudols and is specifically a Gyari fan soooo…

Technically speaking It wouldn’t be too far off if Gyari gave Kerori/Kuromu something with her signature on it in or limited merch as an attempt to win her over

oh hey what’s that? a teacher that you need a signature from and just so happens to be a Gyari fan, and your looking for a perfect chance to get rid of an unwanted gift from your suitor which just happens to be limited addition gyari merch?

You get were this is going

It wouldn’t only be hilarious if tsumuru-sensei was bribed using Gyari merch but it’s also plausible considering how much a simp Gyari is to Kuromu

Ipos

Now I don’t know much about Ipos’s personality but what I do know is he is interested in a battle of brains rather than a battle of brawns So I think of something similar to what Happened with Furcas and Allocer

basically Ipos and allocer trying trying to beat each other in a game of chess (or whatever they call it in the netherworld)

Marbas

For Marbas I like the idea of the misfits doing a favor for him similarly to what they did with Suzy

the catch is favor itself is cleaning the torture equipment that Marbas uses in his classes now locking back once again to chapter 208, those torture devices are enough to make a grown adult like Dali scream just at the sight of the

But I think marbas wouldn’t traumatize his students that badly so he brought out the less terrifying once

[inviouswriting]

Love in Death.

Touching on a spot in Tam-Tara Deepcroft hard.

Spoilers for Corpse Groom and storyline with Edda. Nothing grand monumental, but Kivera’s take on the situation.

Mentions - @maiden-born-in-snow​ ‘s  Shuri.

Kivera had watched from a distance as a group wandered into the tomb. Her attention had been provoked under the notice of someone dabbling in necromancy. She has always hated the craft, there was never any good that came of it. To raise the dead is a taboo in her world.

She wandered behind after the group, keeping herself to the spectral plane instead of physical. Her eyes wandering to torn notes from a journal, completely missed by some of the other members of the group save for a young auran girl. Kivera notes her snowy hair a stark contrast to her black. The somber expression that graced her features, she wondered why till she read the folios herself.

At first Kivera had a look of understanding reading over the heartbreak Edda lamented in her pages. That was until she saw the altars, familiar scripts and sacrifices lain across or discarded. She knew the magic, she knew what it looked like.

Further notes and Kivera was no longer sympathetic, even her eyes matched her annoyance in a dark orange. The crypt matched the descent into madness the girl went into. All who attempt necromancy descend into the same madness. She saw it with Vanth when he used the bodies of the slain women of Salem. She saw it in herself at one point when the loss and loneliness of losing Damien almost tipped her into the same thing.

Yet she remembered the look of pain upon the trapped souls, she felt it, the flames that stoke and burn them to keep them ensnared in a body they didn’t want.

The abominations she stumbled upon after the group destroyed amalgamations, and rejects to the magic, test subjects. Seeing the trapped souls, signalled to her, Kivera would not be taking a soul out of this place, it is too far damned even for her to touch.

The look of disgust on her face reading a note of how Edda sought intimacy with Avere. She didn’t have to imagine it, nor did she want to.

She approached the remains of a former archer, the woman suffering a second death than the one she endured during the massacre in Waking Sands. She was there and saw Kiya as she had to deal with the bodies.

Kivera thankful that her successor didn’t fall into the same chaos upon seeing those around her that died. Even a black mage knows not to traverse that taboo. The reaper follows the path of destruction left, from the defiled coffins, to a demon she herself knew in Dantalion. She’d have a word with that one later.

Boots stepped over the torn body of a suit of armor. No longer a care to those wandering the halls, she dispatches the remainder with swift bolts of fire. The folios she read echoed madness, they echoed desperation of one so grief stricken that she resorted to something no one should ever attempt not even once. Yet here was many failures of the magic crawling and gripping at Kivera’s feet. 

She had gone ahead of the group dealing to save the single living soul in Paiyo Raiyo. She caught the lingering woman stalling to read the notes much like she was, till she was no longer interested. They said the same things she once read in Vanth’s journals.

Kivera stands at the edge of a platform overlooking the girl in the center. The fallen doesn’t feel pity, nor remorse for her. Not with the atrocities she had done, crimes of the underworld. She had already sold her soul to Dantalion, and she can’t do anything to absolve her. So she waits for those who can end her life for her. Not even the grace of death was enough.

She felt eyes on her from behind, she turned brief to see the calm gaze of the xaela. Red eyes met the mismatched ones, before she disappeared out of her sight to allow her to do her role as warrior of light. To carry out a hard task on a former acquaintance.

Kivera did not leave far and watched the fight, she herself would have ended it faster than it began. Yet this was not her place to take life here. Her role was not needed.

From her spot near one of the altars, she catches the feeling of being stared at again from the bottom platform amongst the array and candles. At the end of the fight Edda had fallen from the platform, in her shock she had walked backwards and fell catching fire on the way.

Kivera could only lower her head and silence Antares from trying to be the beacon it is for the wandering soul freshly torn.

“We can’t take this one Antares. Be silent.” Her own heart dimmed its light. She looks stern down at the face who seems to be searching for her, and in a message on a whisper to the aura.

“Leave this place. May you learn here what it means to stare madness in the face. I hope whomever you choose to love, that if you were faced with losing them you let them go. Grieve them and love them. To never disgrace them like this.” There is an understanding, and she leaves with the group she entered with.

Kivera stands where they once did, and offers her own respects.

“Edda, may you find peace one day. For now, I am unable to bring you it. You have to pay for the crimes you committed here. Unrest to the dead is aborrent. Rest now those who were defiled. Fiamme infernali per bruciare i non morti.” She sets the place ablaze to purge the remaining undead. A dark green and black fire spreads from her feet and into the air following to each corpse and spirit to snuff them out.

“The dead should never be disgraced like this.”