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The Angel and the Imp

(THIS IS REALLY LONG YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ ALL OF IT. I just wanted to share this introduction to some of my ocs that I did a while ago. I'm honestly really proud of it! Anyway, hope you enjoy if you are gonna read it!)

Hell. Some believe in it, some don’t. But all know it’s a wasteland of nothing but suffering and agony. And they wouldn’t be wrong. But a lot more happens in hell than most people know of. You see, mortals aren’t the only ones who suffer in hell. Down below the Earth’s surface, close to its core, is where the barren wasteland known as hell resides. And also where sinners, demons, and the deadly sins themselves call home. But there’s one specific demon that will be the focus of this story we tell today, some don’t even see them as demons. These are the little creatures known as imps. Inside the temples and homes in hell, they serve their masters, even through the severe abuse they are put through day after day. Other than mortals, imps have the worst lives in hell. And of course, when there are conditions like these, there are going to be some who rebel, and those who do are either severely punished, killed, or kicked out. Those who are lucky enough to be kicked out or to escape hide away in the parts of hell where no one looks. There are little communities of these rebellious imps scattered all over hell, where no one will find them. And in one of those little communities, is where one side of our story begins.

This certain community is hidden in a part of a town that has been long forgotten. It is one of the more improved communities, each of the residents has their own place to sleep, there’s a small pub in the middle where everyone gets their food, and most of them even have a make-shift roof to put over their heads when the weather gets bad. The imp we will be following in this story is an imp with many piercings, and a giant scar from his shoulder and across his torso called Cyrill. He was currently sitting in his make-shift hut which was made up from the rubble of the old buildings around them. The walls were made of old broken pieces of stone, the ceiling was made some-what functional thanks to some old wooden planks, and a large piece of cloth was used as a door. It was small, and it wasn’t comfortable, but it was something. He sat on the pile of straw that he used as a bed and held a small poorly made doll in his clawed hands. It was made of simple brown fabric, like his clothing was, and was stuffed with straw, just like his bed. It didn’t have many discernible features, aside from its poorly sewn in button eyes and its strange looking stitched mouth. The doll was his little brother’s, before he got separated from him at a young age due to him being sold off to a different master. His little brother gave it to him so he would remember him, not that he could ever forget him. It is the only thing he has left of his family, so he keeps it hidden in his straw bed so no one ever steals it or it gets ruined. He looks at it longingly as he gently holds it, it’s in even worse condition than when his brother gave it to him. He doesn’t know how to sew so he’s afraid if it breaks he’ll never be able to fix it. He stays on his bed holding the doll until suddenly his cloth door swings open.

“Hey! We’re start’in the party soon. You come’in or not?” It was Brutus, a strong imp that had many tattoos along his arms and legs. He was bigger than most imps, mostly because of his muscle. Out of all the imps in the community, he was some of the few who had the most scars.

Cyrill nearly jumped to his hooves at the large imp’s rude entrance. He instantly hid the doll back in his straw bed and looked at Brutus, clearly annoyed.

“For the love of Satan! When will you learn not to do that!” he exclaimed.

“Look, you come’in or not?” Brutus said, promptly ignoring him.

Cyrill sighed and stretched as he got up from his bed. “Alright, alright. I’m com’in.”

Brutus smiled, showing his sharp fangs as he held open the cloth door for him. “Good! Come on, they just got out the piano!”

They both walked past many other small huts, most of which looked the same, until they got to the center of their little village. It was built inside the least deprecated building and looked better than the rest of the village, which was saying a lot. This was where the imps in this little community got their food, which was all mostly stolen. It was also where they all gathered for meetings or parties, such as tonight. It was basically a small pub. The beverages they served were all stolen, much like the food. Lanterns were placed on the walls to light up the place, and there were a few tables, and a small bar, which is where an imp called Adonis worked. It’s not like he made a salary, he basically was there all the time in order to serve the imps any food or beverage they currently had. You could say he was the leader of this small community. He knew all the imps and everyone listened to his word more than anyone else’s. Nearly every imp was in this small pub tonight. As he and Brutus walked in, Cyrill could see many had already started to eat and drink as they talked and joked with their friends. There were a few that were taking turns playfully playing the piano, a very prized pession of theirs. When they walked in, a group of imps immediately called Brutus over to join them at their table.

“Oh, that’s me! Gotta go. You go have fun, alright.” Brutus patted Cyrill on the back and smiled at him again before going off to join the other group of imps. Cyrill smiled a little back at him before heading straight to the bar and sitting down on a stool. Adonis, seeing him sit down, walked over to him.

“You want the usual?” he asked in his usual gruff voice. Adonis tended to look very unaproachable, but he actually cared a lot about all the imps here. He knew a lot about them all too, since he was the one everyone usually came to talk to. No one knew a lot about where he came from or how he ended up here, but everyone knows that he despises demons more than anyone, and never wants to get involved with them ever again. Thanks to his injuries, it was clear why he didn’t want to. His broken horn, the worst kind of injury for imps, told them all they needed to know.

“Yeah, thanks” Cyrill rested his head on his hand and got more comfortable in his seat.

Adonis nodded and went off to get his drink. While he waited, Cyrill looked around at the other imps as the party really started off. Brutus looked like he was already making bets with his friends, probably about how much he could drink. He was someone that always had a big toothy grin on his face. It’s said he used to help make weapons for a demon, but when he rebelled and refused to do any more work for them, he was scalded with hot metal and thrown out onto the streets. He bears the scar proudly on his upper arm, he never seems to let anything bring him down. He always takes any bad thing as a lesson and gets right back up after. Another imp, Damian, was being the usual social butterfly he was and was chatting up everyone at his table. He was a skinny imp with lighter skin that didn’t have too many scars. His tall horns were a bit scratched up though. He said that he had worked for a demon under Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust. They used him mostly for chores and errands, though sometimes they’d sharpen things using his horns, just to show how little he meant to them. They abandoned him in this realm when they deemed he wasn’t useful to them anymore. He’s now gotten better but he’s still not fully recovered. Cyrill knows that he still doesn’t believe he’s worth much of anything. But he is getting better. Slowly, but surely. Before Cyrill could watch much more of what the other imps were doing, a scarred imp with an eyepatch sat next to him and started to talk.

“Hey! If it isn’t Cyrill! I thought you weren’t gonna show!” The imp was already holding a small drink in his hand as he leaned his body on the bar counter. His name was Atlas, and he was the most rebellious imp in this village. He was also some of the few who had the most scars, like Brutus. His most defining feature of all though, was his eyepatch that he wore over his left eye. Or at least his left socket. Atlas had once worked under a very brutal demon, not a day went by without him punishing any of the imps that worked for him. After finally having enough, Atlas lashed out at the demon, which responded by clawing his eye out. He then threw him out onto the streets and left him to die. Even so, his rebellious spirit never faltered, and he continues to want to get back at the demons who had all wronged them. It’s the reason he usually leads groups of imps when they go out to steal supplies.

“I wasn’t, but then Brutus practically forced me to.” Cyrill responded with some annoyance.

“Well, now that you’re here, you should lighten up a bit! Come on, let’s go have some fun!” Even though Cyrill was clearly not interested in doing anything right now, that didn’t stop Atlas from trying his hardest to get him to join in. He always wanted Cyrill to have fun since he barely looked happy most of the time.

“I think he’d just like to have a few drinks” Atlas and Cyrill turned to see that Adonis had returned with Cyrill’s drink. He sat it down in front of Cyrill who quickly took a hold of it and gave Adonis a thankful look. Atlas could see that Cyrill wasn’t interested but he still tried one last time.

“Aw, really? Come on, at least watch Brutus drown himself in beer” He gestured to Brutus who seemed to already be on his second glass. He was cheered on by the imps around him as he continued to down his drink.

“Really, I’m fine. Go ahead, have fun. You don’t have to worry about me” Cyrill waved his hand and gave Atlas a reassuring smile.

Atlas sighed, “Alright. But seriously, this is a party! At least try to have some kind of fun.” With that, Atlas got up and walked over to the table Brutus was at, where he had just finished downing his second beer, to the delight of everyone watching on.

“Atlas is right you know.” Adonis spoke up again and Cyrill turned to face him. “I’ll get you whatever you want but don’t just sit here look’in sad all evening.” He left Cyrill alone at that and headed off to serve someone else.

Cyrill sighed again and drank his beverage. He knew they were all right but he felt like he couldn’t have fun after everything that’s happened to him. He felt so guilty for not trying to find his brother after they got separated. He felt like he could never really help anyone. Someone started to play an actual song on the piano, which slowly caught everyone’s attention. Some listened, some danced, and some even sang along. With that, the whole pub got even more lively. There was laughing, singing, dancing, and cheering. Even though their living conditions were some of the worst in all of hell, they all knew this was so much better than living under any demon. Here they were free. And they were happy. Cyrill genuinely smiled as he watched the mood become even lighter, even starting to tap his finger on the bar counter along to the music. The rickety door of the pub then swung open and the voice of a small imp echoed through the room. All the chatter, laughing, and music stopped instantly.

“The angels are coming!” the small imp shouted, as loud as he possibly could.

The whole pub went dead silent. No one said anything in response. The small imp then calmed himself down and spoke again, more quietly this time.

“The angels are coming” fear could be seen all across his body.

Adonis walked over to the imp with a serious look on his face. “How long do we have?”

“An hour. I overheard some demons talking about it in the streets.” The imp was obviously holding back how frightened he was.

And he was right to be frightened, angels are extremely powerful beings. They’re more powerful than any demon or any of the deadly sins. They’re so powerful they could kill Lucifer himself, not that it would be easy, but they could, and that scares those in hell, demon or not. They come down to hell every month or so to either deliver a message to or to talk with one of the deadly sins. No one is to come close to them when they arrive, or they risk getting slashed with one of their spears. Every angel in heaven’s army has one. They were made with the intent to kill beings of hell, so most know better than to get in their way. Imps know they could easily be killed by an angel, it would be like simply killing a pest for them. That’s why all imps stay hidden when angels arrive. It’s the safest way to ensure they won’t be killed.

Adonis raised his voice in order to make sure everyone in the pub could hear him, “Everyone needs to go back to their huts. I’ll inform all of those who weren’t here with us tonight.”

There was a slight sadness in the pub from the party ending early, but they still immediately followed Adonis’ instructions. Everyone quickly left the pub, nothing was really cleaned up but that didn’t matter, they could clean up after the angels had gone. They were in an abandoned part of their town, so there wasn’t much of a chance that the angels would come anywhere close to them. Still, they were angels, and they were imps, it was much better to be safe than sorry. Cyrill heard a lot of chatter among all the imps as he quickly got back to his hut. While some showed it and some didn’t, they clearly were all afraid. It made since. He was too. He entered into his hut and plopped down onto his bed. He knew they were very safe here, but he couldn’t help but feel terrified whenever the angels came. And he hated that feeling. He hated feeling terrified of those who were stronger than him, it made him feel so weak. It couldn’t really be helped much, he was an imp after all. He pulled out the raggedy doll from his bed and held it close to him.

“Stay safe little brother,” he said.

Heaven, once again, it’s a place where most are not sure exist. But it’s where they would like to go to meet their loved ones, and live the rest of their afterlife in peace. Peace, you would think heaven is full of it, and it mostly is, but even so, it has the strongest army in all of creation. All who oppose it have fallen beneath it. The only time this army has ever come close to losing, was when its own soldiers fought against it, rebels that were led by Lucifer. But that happened a long time ago, and Lucifer and all those who fought with him have long since fallen. Even so, heaven’s army still stays strong, awaiting their next attack. Irene, a young angel with yellow eyes, is a part of this army. She is a second rank, as seen by her two pairs of wings. Every angel earns their own wings at different parts of their life, but when an angel joins heaven’s army, their wings double in size. Everytime they get promoted, they gain a new pair of wings. The stronger the angel, the more wings it has. Irene has had four wings for a while now, she is hoping she will get a new pair soon. They were currently practicing their stances with their spear before another angel came up to them.

“You about ready to go, Irene?”

It was Alexis, a third ranked angel with purple eyes. Her and Irene had known each other for some time now.

Irene steadied herself with her spear before turning to look at Alexis. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good, let’s join the others.” Alexis motioned with her hand for Irene to follow, and they did.

They walked through the training fields, neither of them talked much with each other. The fields were green and the sun was warm, just like always. The buildings were clean, it seemed like even the training grounds for an army were perfect in heaven.

“Are you nervous?” Alexis asked, breaking the silence between them.

“Yes. But I believe I’m ready” Irene looked at Alexis with a confident smile as they said this.

“I believe you are too,” Alexis responded.

This was Irene’s first mission in hell. She was going with Alexis and two other angles in order to deliver a message to Beelzebub, the embodiment of gluttony. Luckily, Alexis was going to do the talking, but Irene was still very nervous. They arrived at the point where they could enter hell and joined the other two angels that were waiting for them. Both of them were second ranks, like Irene. Only second ranks and above were allowed to go on missions to hell. Most say you had truly dedicated yourself to heaven’s army when you became a second rank. The four of them were extremely high up, they were at one of the highest places in heaven.

“Alright, all of you are going to follow my lead. Irene, you follow behind me. Apollo, you follow us and Eros will follow last. Got it?” Alexis explained, pointing to each of them appropriately as she said their names.

“Understood ma’am” they all said in unison.

With that, Alexis nodded and turned toward the edge, revealing the clouds that held heaven. She spread her six wings and took off before diving down toward the earth. Irene followed after her, then Apollo, then Eros, just like Alexis had told them to. They dived head first with their wings tucked in tight. They kept going faster, and faster, until heat washed over them and they spread their wings, safely landing in hell. Only an angel is able to do this, they have to reach a certain speed while they dive down to earth in order to reach hell. It’s the only way for angels, while for anyone else, it’s death. They looked around where they had landed, their white skin, clothes, wings, and weapons were a great contrast with the rest of their surroundings. Alexis and Eros looked around for any danger while Irene and Apollo did the same but mostly gazed at their surroundings. This was the first time these two had been to hell after all. It was exciting, but also extremely terrifying. This was the domain of all of the fallen angels, of Lucifer. This was where all demons were born and where all sinners on earth were brought to be tortured for their sins. It truly was a terrifying place.

“Alright, the cost is clear, let’s start moving to her domain. Be sure to stay on your guard.” Alexis told the group, showing just how many times she had been down here.

The group followed Alexis’ lead as they walked through bloodied stone streets lined with houses and temples. Irene could feel how unsafe this place was, she even swore she could hear screaming every now and then in the distance. There was no sky, no sun, just stone and thick air. Irene almost felt bad for all the beings that were trapped here, but she stopped herself, they knew every single being down here deserved to be here, it was their rightful place. Irene shouldn’t feel bad for what she couldn’t change. They all continued to walk through the strangely quiet and empty streets. It came as a surprise to Irene to not see any living creature in sight, even though they were told that hell’s citizens usually hid away when they came down to their domain. Irene found it a little strange, but she wasn’t about to start asking for a fight in hell of all places. But as if it had read her mind, a flying creature then swooped down and scratched her wrist, seeming to try and snatch her bracelet. The scratch felt like it was burning through her skin. She winced and looked toward the creature and then to Alexis for confirmation. They were told if they were ever attacked by anything in hell, they should kill it immediately.

“Go ahead, we’ll continue forward” Alexis said to her.

Irene nodded and flew up into the air and began to chase after the creature. It was small, which meant it was weak, but it also meant that it was quick. But it only had two wings, and Irene had four, which were also much bigger. They both flew quickly past and through many buildings and strange plants until they got to a more ruined part of the town they were currently in. Irene was about to catch this small demon until she accidentally bumped into a ruined building, which made her pause the chase. The demon quickly flew away and before Irene could resume chasing it, she heard movement behind her. Her eyes widened as a big piece of rubble began to fall right on top of her.

Chatter and arguments filled up the air in the pub. Everyone was worried, not because of the angels, they were told they had left hours ago, they were worried about their supplies. Atonis had just announced to everyone that they were running low on food and some imps would need to go in search of more. This was by far the most dangerous part of living here. Homeless imps had to steal food from demons, and if they were caught, they’d most certainly be killed. It was a risky task, but it was necessary in order to keep everyone fed. Atonis stayed in his place on top of the bar counter and raised his voice once again so everyone could hear him.

“Everyone, listen! The unexpected visit from the angels has delayed this restocking of our food much more than I would’ve liked. At least four of us are going to have to go out and find as much food as they can.”

“You know I’m always glad to go, Atonis” Atlas stepped forward, not unusual of him in the slightest.

“I’ll also go, Atonis” Brutus stepped forward soon after Atlas. Brutus was very good at protecting others, so it was a relief to everyone to hear him volunteer.

“I’ll go as well” A young imp stepped forward as he raised his clawed hand.

No one else proceeded to step forward after that. The room was silent as everyone anxiously awaited for just one more imp to volunteer.

“We need one more imp. I’m afraid we can’t do this supply run without at least four.” Atonis said, growing impatient.

Cyrill raised his clawed hand and stepped forward, “I’ll go.”

Everyone looked at him as walked next to the three other imps. Cyrill hadn’t gone on a supply run for sometime now. Everyone was surprised but also very grateful when he stepped up. The other three imps gave him friendly smiles as he stood next to them, Brutus once again giving him a light pat on the back.

“Good, thank you Cyrill. Now, you all know the drill, find as much food wherever you can and make sure to stay together if you can. Above all, stay safe, your lives are much more important than food.” Atonis got down from the bar counter as he talked to them. He had said this many times to many imps but he still meant every word. He’d much rather have everyone come back alive than have them sacrifice themselves for food. With that he took out four bags and handed them to each of them.

The four imps took the bags and all nodded to what Atonis said and after waving farewell to all the others, they left. When they got to the outskirts of their little village, Cyrill started to walk in a different direction than the other three were. The three imps noticed this and Brutus called out to him.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

Cyrill turned his head to face them, “I’m going to the ruins east of here. There should be some good food growing there that I can bring back.”

The other three looked at each other, concerned.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us?” Atlas asked.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with me?” Cyrill asked back.

The other three thought about their response. They were going further into town, they needed to stick with each other there. No one was usually in the ruins, and they could bring back more food if they all weren’t together. Due to how much food they needed, the other three agreed that Cyrill could go to the ruins on his own.

“Be careful alright?” Atlas said, still looking a little worried for Cyrill.

Cyrill nodded and they went their separate ways. The three imps went further into town as Cyrill headed east into the more desolate parts of this domain. The streets were still pretty empty from the angel’s visit a couple of hours ago, but there were some demons around. Luckily, Cyrill had done this many times in the past and he easily and quickly snuck past the demons. He walked past what looked like a demon couple as they interlocked their arms and silently walked the streets, seeming to enjoy the rare calmness. It wasn’t long until the buildings started to get more ruined and less and less demons could be seen roaming around. Vegetation started to replace stone as Cyrill went further into the ruins. He wandered around for a bit until he found a group of mushrooms nested in the ground. Cyrill was able to tell they were safe to eat thanks to how long he’d been on his own. You learn a lot when you’re forced to survive off of everything around you. He put them in his bag and wandered around a bit more until he found a berry bush that he happily picked the berries from and placed them into the pouch with the mushrooms. He was feeling good about how much food he was finding until a strange noise made him stop in his tracks. It sounded like grunting, or at least it sounded like someone was struggling. There was also a sound of metal scraping against stone. Cyrill hesitated for a moment, but in the end decided to investigate. He thought that he’d just quietly take a peek to see what it was. If it was another imp, he’d help them, if it was anything else, he’d just leave it alone. Cyrill got closer to some old ruins as the sounds got louder. He quietly crept around to a hole in the wall where he could see what was making the sounds. He then instantly ducked back behind the wall as he did. He didn’t really believe what he had just seen. It had looked like an angel, but that was impossible, the angels had left hours ago. Cyrill froze as a voice called out to him.

“I know you’re there. Are you gonna come out or leave?”

The voice sounded stern, and powerful. Cyrill felt his blood run cold at the sound of it. He was about to run but something made him stay. And that same something made him look through the hole in the wall again, despite every single instinct in his body telling him to run for the hills. As his eyes laid on it again, he knew he had indeed seen what he thought he saw. It was an angel. Cyrill had never seen one this up close before. He got even more terrified just looking at it. It’s many sharp yellow eyes met his. Cyrill had felt weak before, but this was something entirely different. No demon in hell could make him feel the fear he was feeling in this moment. Its large wings were half folded out at its sides, it looked like it was about ready to attack him. Cyrill questioned why it didn’t, but then he realized. Its bottom right wing was trapped under a large piece of rubble. It looked like it was trying to lift the stone off its wing by pushing its spear under it and pushing on it. It didn’t seem like it was working too well.

“Are you just going to keep staring at me?” the angel spoke again, its voice just as stern and cold.

Cyrill’s ability to speak seemed to have abandoned him. He couldn’t find or get out a single word in this moment. What was he supposed to say? As he continued to not say anything, the angel sighed heavily and once again tried to push the piece of rubble off its wing with its spear. Cyrill stayed where he was, not daring to get anywhere near it.

“Are you… trapped?” Cyrill was finally able to form a sentence. His voice was quiet and fearful, but also curious.

The angel looked back at him, an extreme hate filled its eyes. “Of course I am. What does it look like?”

Cyrill stepped back a bit in fear. It was strange for him to see such a powerful creature like an angel trapped like this. “I was just asking,” he said, still very fearful.

“Look, just leave me alone” the angel already seemed to be tense, and it seemed Cyrill’s presence wasn’t helping.

Cyrill continued to watch the angel before he did something he never thought he would ever do. He climbed through the hole in the wall and got closer to the angel. He kept his distance from it, making sure even with its spear it couldn’t touch him. Cyrill had always seen angels as these untouchable beings. But now that he saw one trapped, he felt like he could approach it. He wondered if an angel could be trapped this easily, how easily could they be hurt? He’d never seen an angel get injured before. Maybe when they do get injured, it makes them incredibly vulnerable. Cyrill’s thoughts were broken when the angel spoke again.

“What are you doing?” It sounded more like a command than a question. The angel was fully tensed up now, it tightened its grip on its spear, looking ready to attack.

Cyrill couldn’t find a good answer no matter how hard he tried. “I don’t know” was all he could muster out.

The angel was obviously not happy with this answer. It brandished its spear, staring him down. “If you get any closer to me, I won’t hesitate to kill you” it said boldly.

Its many eyes felt like they were searing through Cyrill’s body. Even though this was the worst fear he had ever felt in his life, he felt like he couldn’t back down. When was he going to come across another chance like this again? When was he going to find an angel in such a vulnerable state again? Despite his better judgment, he took a step closer. He then quickly dodged out of the way as the angel threw its spear at him with no hesitation. The spear lodged itself into the wall behind him with incredible force. Cyrill looked at the spear, then back to the angel with intense fear. The angel looked back at him, annoyed that it had missed. It then looked back at its spear and realized something as it let out a groan and put a hand to its face. It took a second for Cyrill to also realize this, but when he did most of the fear left his body. The angel had thrown away its only weapon, and there was no way it could get it back. Cyrill began to laugh when he realized this, which only made the angel more aggravated.

“Shut it! I can still kill you even without my spear!” It tried to lean closer to Cyrill but stopped when the piece of ruin pulled on its wing painfully.

Cyrill stopped laughing but still smiled at it as he saw just how helpless this angel was. For once in his life, he finally felt like he had the upper hand on a being that could usually crush him with ease. He then looked back at the spear and smiled more as he got an idea. He got up and walked toward the angelic spear in the wall.

“Don’t you dare touch that!” The angel was furious now.

Cyrill looked back at it, grinning as moved his hand closer to the spear. “And what are you gonna do about it?” With that he placed his clawed hand on the spear. It felt strange. It felt like he was touching metal, but it was warm. It wasn’t warm from its surroundings, it was emitting the warmth by itself. It looked like it slightly glowed from his touch. His thoughts were once again interrupted when the angel spoke again.

“You can touch it?” the volume of its voice had lowered. It now sounded more confused than aggravated.

Cyrill turned back to the angel, his hand still on the spear. “Yeah. What do you mean?”

The angel’s words came as a surprise to Cyrill. He had heard it felt like your wound was burning when you were struck by an angelic weapon, but he found it a little strange how the angel thought it would burn him just by touching it. Cyrill then placed both of his hands on the spear and began pulling it out of the wall, its warmth emanating from itself to his hands. The angel watched him, confused.

“What are you doing?” it said, tilting its head slightly.

Cyrill let go of the spear to take a breath before trying to pull it out again. “I’m gonna try to hold it,” he said, grabbing onto the spear again.

The angel narrowed its eyes at him, “are you going to try to steal it from me?” it said.

“Maybe, I guess we’ll see.” Cyrill said as he continued pulling on the spear.

He kept pulling on the spear until finally he pulled it out of the wall. He then quickly fell backwards underneath the weight of the spear. The angel held back a small laugh when he did. Cyrill tried to pick up the spear again but it was obvious that a small imp like him wasn’t going to be able to pick up a spear carried by an angel trained in heaven’s army.

“Well, guess that’s not happening,” he said, giving up on the spear.

“You tried,” the angel said, seeming to enjoy how Cyrill struggled with its spear.

Cyrill looked to the spear and then to the angel and back again. He sighed.

“I guess you can have it back,” Cyrill said as he reluctantly dragged the spear across the ground before sliding it back to the angel.

The angel quickly grabbed the spear again, though it looked a bit confused as it did. It looked at its spear, and then back to Cyrill.

“Why did you do that?” it asked.

“I’m not sure,” Cyrill said, as he sat down on the ground.

“You seem to not be sure about a lot of things,” the angel said back to him.

Cyrill chuckled a little, “that sounds about right.”

The angel still looked confused but it wasn’t about to question him further. It went back to trying to lift the piece of ruin off its wing with the spear, it still didn’t work. Cyrill watched as the angel tried and failed once again.

“You need more weight,” he said.

The angel let out an annoyed sigh, “thanks for pointing out the obvious.”

Cyrill paused for a moment before getting up and slowly making his way towards the angel. “Why don’t I try-”

Before he could get anything else out the angel quickly removed its spear from under the rubble and pointed it right at him. Cyrill had thought the angel had calmed down but it was obvious he was wrong. The angel had its spear back, and it was ready to try and skewer him a second time if needed. Cyrill put his hands up and tried to look as unaggressive as possible.

“I’m not gonna hurt you” he said, trying his best to make the angel believe it.

“And why should I believe what you say?” the angel asked, its spear never faltering.

“I guess you can't,” Cyrill said. “But how bad could I really hurt you? I’m only an imp after all.”

The angel lowered its spear a little. “That’s right. You are.” It then cocked its head, “what are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be serving your master?”

Cyrill grimaced slightly as the angel said this. “I don’t have a master. I haven’t had a master for years.”

The angel’s eyes widened, it now looked more confused than ever. “What? But how? Isn’t that a whole imp’s purpose?”

Cyrill snickered, trying to hide how much those words hurt him. “Guess I’m pretty useless then, huh? Which only further proves my point. How badly could a useless, masterless imp like me hurt you?” He held back his anger as he grimaced and clenched his fists.

The angel almost felt sorry for the imp. It stopped itself before it actually could, though. This was a being of hell, the first being to ever be made in hell for that matter. It didn’t deserve sympathy.

The angel sighed, “alright, you can help me. But if you try anything, I won’t hesitate to kill you” it made that last part very clear as it pointed its spear at him one last time before lowering it, still keeping a tight grip on it.

Cyrill slowly walked over to the angel, making sure to not show any signs of aggression. His heart beat got quicker as he got to the point where the angel could attack him and quicker still as he got closer. The angel was so much bigger than him, that was only made more abundantly clear as he got closer to it. Even when sitting down it was still taller than him. The angel never stopped looking at him. It took a second for him to find his voice when he got close enough to it.

“Okay, I’ll push down on your spear with you when you have it under the rubble. Maybe then it’ll be enough to lift it off your wing” Cyrill explained.

The angel nodded and put its spear under the rubble once again. Cyrill cautiously put his hands on the spear, feeling its warmth on his hands once again. They both began to push down on the spear. Cyrill needed to put his whole body weight on the spear before it actually started to lift the large piece of ruin off of the angel’s wing. They kept pushing and as soon as it could, the angel pulled its wing out from under the rubble with a pained expression. The angel quickly pulled off its weight from the spear once its wing was no longer trapped, and Cyrill quickly followed suit. They both looked at the wing. It was definitely broken. There wasn’t blood, but it was clear some bones were broken. After examining its wing, the angel stood up, making Cyrill be at about waist height of it. There was silence between them for some time before the angel spoke up.

“Thank you” it said, almost sounding reluctant.

“You’re welcome” Cyrill was surprised to hear this angel thank him, but he still received the angel’s thanks.

There was silence again before the angel said something else, “what is your name?”

Cyrill didn’t know exactly what to say for a second. Was this angel really asking for his name? “Cyrill,” He said finally.

The angel gently put its hand to its chest, “Irene” it said.

Silence fell over them again. Neither of them ever thought that they would be exchanging names with someone like this.

“It was… interesting to meet you, Cyrill,” Irene said as she turned to leave.

Cyrill didn’t know what to say back. He didn’t know what to say about any of this. “Yeah, you too” was all he could get out.

After that, Irene took off with her one remaining pair of wings, blowing some dust against Cyrill as she did. Strangely, Cyrill didn’t seem to mind. He watched as Irene flew away, confused about the interaction he had just had, much like her. Both of them were asking questions, and both of them were wanting answers. But neither of them were sure if they wanted them answered.

[wasyago]

tango doodles

first you make up a guy and then you struggle to draw him correctly

[thecmaly]

can't even cat nap in peace 😾

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more windbreaker comics

[chloesimaginationthings]

Horrifying being beyond my comprehension just saying “no???” Is absolutely hilarious

IM GLAD YALL FOUND IT FUNNY TOO, cause drawing this killed me 💀

[aria-greenhoodie]

Have some meme redraws of the radioactive old man yaoi ft. my Human Bill design again‼️

Click for Quality!

[itsonlypolite]

This comic is a redraw of the first StP art I ever posted here! I always wanted to have more fun with that scene. The second half of this comic is also heavily inspired by @cymatile's tags on the original post, which I'll show under the cut!

[verflares]

collection of some loz origin au stuff i've been chipping away at for awhile now ^_^ with a healthy amount of dunmeshi insp for good measure LOL (the ooccoo isnt relevant she's just here for size comparison purposes)

feat my beloved good friend @linkvcr's hylia design also. because i am obsessed with her and you should be too 🫵

[pixlokita]

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[bread-is-my-life]

GUYS GUYS GUYS

IT'S AN ANNIVERSARY OF THE "SOMETHING STUPID" ANIMATIC BY @seagiri OMG GUYS LET'S GOOOOOOO!!!!!

(this animatic literally was the reason why I got into tf2 so GO WATCH IT IT'S BEAUTIFUL I PROMISE!!!)

[shimmershy]

Kris motivation of the day. Did you guys know you can whip and nae nae yourself out of anything? Well now you know. Keep being poggers out there.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOOH BABY THIS ONE WAS A LONG TIME COMING. NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE!!

YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER. A DAY OF ADVENTURE WITH YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS. OH HOW TIGHTLY YOU HOLD THEM TO YOUR CHEST, AND OH HOW TERRIFYING IT IS TO WATCH THEM GET EVISCERATED BY SOMETHING YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. MAYBE IF YOU JUST LISTENED A BIT MORE, IF YOU LET THE SMART ONE LEAD THE CHARGE, THIS WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED. ONCE AGAIN YOUR IMPULSIVENESS LEADS TO DISASTER. HEAR ME NOW, YOUNG TIDESTRIDER, YOUR STUPIDITY WILL BRING THE DEMISE OF EVERYTHING YOU WERE BORN AND FORGED TO PROTECT. HOW COULD THE PROPHECY HAVE CHOSEN SOMEONE SO USELESS? I BET YOU WISH YOU CHOSE THE RIGHT LEVER. FAILURE.

[ricky-mortis]

A portrait of Sir John Herschel because I‘m normal about Pulp Musicals

[mesugakl]

[dykedvonte]

I keep seeing fanarts of ppl's OC's being on the ship, so do you think that if there was 6st crewmember (specifically, another woman) Anya would've been more safe? Like, someone to actually call Jimmy's begaviour out, someone Anya might wanna trust? Is there a possibility something might have changed (even if a little) or it would not have mattered at all?

-💀

I feel like the game would make it part of the commentary on where she would believe and help Anya but still be sort of dismissive? Like the whole “don’t waste time crying and being scared keep going and move on, don’t let him win”. It’s supposed to be positive and reinforcing but sometimes it does more damage in those times of mourning and grief, it feels patronizing, like you don’t understand what you’re going through but they do. Even if they did call out his behavior it’s still on Curly to act and while another voice would help, it’s still 4 against 2 on guys that don’t get it until they have to vs women who always have to.

I don’t mind mouthwashing OCs but I do get a bit bored as they tend to be borderline saviors or like Jimmy aligned. They are either more complicit than Curly or just Jimmy haters for no reason, outside of what the creators know about what he did to Anya. I am never irked by OCs but in a story like mouthwashing you really need to think about what your character adds to the commentary, especially if they are there during the crash. It’s nice to have like characters on Anya’s side more whole heartedly and interesting to see characters who placate Jimmy but sometimes it’s one note.

I can’t and don’t want to police peoples OCs it’s never my intention when I comment on trends I notice, but I do feel like the way people make their OCs interact with these two characters and especially Curly, really show a grave misunderstanding of the narrative and these characters as people vs roles in the story. Still, I know people just make up characters for fun and that’s fine. Great even, but I guys I’m focusing more on OCs that are supposed to have those serious dynamics. My favs tend to be pretty-Tulpar or post-Tulpar au OCs.

The inevitably of the crash is on Jimmy. He did that not because he wasn’t stopped but because all his means to kill Anya were taken. The gun, the axe. Even if Curly did strip him of his co-pilot privileges and try to keep him contained there’s only so many people. An extra body helps but they have jobs they have to do, he’s the only one steering the whole ship and Jimmy would likely have an out: food, bathroom, etc. He’s not new and if he couldn’t crash the ship directly, who’s to say he wouldn’t sabotage something else? A clunker like the Tulpar wouldn’t take much. An extra person helps but it’s just another thing that prolongs what a person like Jimmy is willing to do to shirk responsibility.

It’s more than just needing someone to stand up to him and think that’s what is missing when it comes to inserting a character into the mouthwashing setting.

[just-null]

I just discorvered your blog and whilst I am primarily a choso enjoyer I do think noritoshi is also a really cool character, and I really hope he and choso get a chance for a proper interaction at some point! I'd love to know what your opinion is of choso and how you think he would interact with noritoshi :) also your art is really pretty

[UPDATE] this post was made before Gege revealed that Choso was a shit teacher and before the Kamos ever interacted. This was just my assumptions at the time.

I also want to see them interact... strap in fam, bc I never shut the fuck up

I may describe Choso as a bit OOC since I don't know much of the manga, but I do know bits and pieces!! also what the wiki told me, heh.

[Choso thoughts]

Choso feels like that big brother who's stricter when training/teaching, but lenient when doing literally anything else involving his younger sibs. Although he's wearing a bored expression the entire time, he's actually super happy when around them.

I really like big brother characters so he might climb up my favorites when I see him in action. from that one popular screenshot of him giving Jogo a goofy smirk, I can tell he's got this tiny side of playfulness to him. He can be annoying if he wants to, and he sometimes does that with his brothers. 10/10 guy!

I've seen fanart and some headcanons of Choso, and I can firmly say that he's a green flag. He's the guy who would fix you without trying. HE'S NOT DOING ANYTHING, YOU JUST FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO CHANGE FOR THE BETTER FOR HIM.. OR SO I HEAR

[more details under the cut!]

[Choso + Noritoshi interaction thoughts/headcanons?]

Choso and Noritoshi are like super distant cousins/uncle/nephew right?? They came from the same jujutsu hitler, so Noritoshi is like Choso’s many greats cousin/nephew. Be fr though, if there's someone younger than Choso and is related to him in some way, that's an instant lil sibling of his. WHICH IS WHY, their relationship has two sides to it. (imo)

First up is the teacher/student aspect. 

It's no secret that Noritoshi is weaker compared to Choso, therefore, he'd want to train under him. Choso is a strict teacher, he wants his lil bros to be able to protect themselves if he's unable to be there for them, which is perfect since that's Noritoshi's comfort zone. He wants to hone his abilities to reach or even surpass Choso, so he needs someone who'd nitpick him. 

I can see them sparring, and Noritoshi having an awe struck face every time he gets taken down with a new move Choso has yet to teach him. "How did you do that? You must teach me that next, sensei!"

Choso would probably chortle and lightly nudge Noritoshi with his foot, but internally, he's screaming. Imagine your little brother saw you do something cool, and he's shouting at you to show him how to do it. That's the same feeling Choso would get. Of course, he'd show him eventually, but Noritoshi needs to get the hang of the moves he's tasked with right now before adding more to his plate.

They're both beaming with joy when Noritoshi shows progress. Well- as much as two guys who barely emote can beam. Noritoshi is proud of himself for constantly improving and Choso proud of his lil bro for getting stronger!!!!!!

I imagine they bicker often but when they're in teacher/student mode, they rarely cross each other. Noritoshi knows he's training under a teacher and Choso is teaching his lil bro how to beat ass.

The second half of their relationship is the.. older brother/older(?) brother aspect.

whereas Noritoshi is getting little brother treatment from Choso but doesn't want it and Choso annoys/coddles Noritoshi like the best big brother he is... also my favorite aspect, as shown

Noritoshi is independent. He likes his space and prefers to do things on his own. Because of this he involuntarily became the big brother of Kyoto Tech. People go to him for advice, criticism, help with assignments, and when needing to make a responsible decision, they think, "What would Noritoshi do?" You can say he got comfortable with the role of "big brother." 

So when this new guy comes along who's revealed to be family, Noritoshi deems him as a higher authority. Noritoshi's quick to go back to his old ways of respecting his superiors and it's not that difficult. Choso is older, stronger, experienced, and generally a lot more capable than Noritoshi. However, the downside is that Noritoshi would never grow a close bond with Choso if he kept this up. You can't tell your boss your worries, that's not proper! Choso, knowing this, told Noritoshi to knock off the formalities pretty early on.

I imagine this is the first time they'd ever bicker. Choso tries to get Noritoshi to loosen up a little because they're family, but Noritoshi protests that it's because they're family that he should show extra respect!

Choso probably told Noritoshi to call him brother/uncle or something so they can grow comfortable around each other. Let's be honest, Noritoshi calls his mom "mother," you won't catch him dead calling someone who he currently sees as a superior "brother." They compromise by just using each other’s name without honorifics.

Now that the introductions were out of the way, Noritoshi was now stuck with Choso coddling him. Sure it was nice at first, someone in his family who doesn't yell at him for every mistake he makes and genuinely cares for him, but.. Noritoshi feels… annoyed. Choso reminds Noritoshi of a more tolerable Todo, but he feels like Choso still treats him like Noritoshi needs him. He doesn't need Choso around, but he keeps seeing him everywhere! 

It'd be entertaining to see their dynamic. Noritoshi, the younger brother who doesn't wanna be the younger one and Choso, using that to his advantage to grow close to Noritoshi, by being the annoying older brother. He never takes it too far. just far enough that Noritoshi is saying stuff like “Preposterous!” or “This is slanderous!!” I imagine Noritoshi takes it as a personal defeat when Choso brings him food or treats him to an outing. He allowed himself to get little bro’ed..

Noritoshi would try to take the leadership role again and "big brother" Choso back in a respectful way. Maybe suggesting things he should do. Choso probably lets out breathy laughs and pats Noritoshi's head when he tries this. Then promptly goes back to doing whatever he was doing. Choso sees this as "my little brother scolding me for something." Another defeat for Noritoshi..

I can see these two bickering about the smallest things. And by bickering, I mean Choso annoying Noritoshi because he wants to take care of his little bro!!! and Noritoshi getting upset because he's not!!! little!!! he can do it himself!!!

I feel like Choso and Noritoshi would get comfortable with this though...

Choso would get a side of Noritoshi he doesn't often give to most people. They have a special bond that unites them both. Whether it be their cursed techniques or their similar childhoods or some other third option, they stick by each other. The same is true for Noritoshi, he finally has someone that cares about him and not his status. While yes, Choso can be annoying at times, Noritoshi is growing used to having him around. It would seem too quiet if Choso wasn't making him annoyed in some way.. 

of course, they'd have their calm moments. Having siblings is both a hurricane and shallow waters.

These two are stoic fucks, so I can see them communicating wordlessly. The full fucking package like nodding, shoulder shrugs, huffs, BLINKS, you fucking name it and they just had an entire conversation. They say they make it obvious on their faces, but literally, no one can tell. Some people (Arata) think they speak telepathically..........

I hinted at it in the little doodle above, but Choso would probably help Noritoshi with calligraphy. Choso is OLD so he's got to have seen some old old Japanese cursive... He'd use his knowledge to help Noritoshi improve!!!

The whole thing with Choso cooking for Noritoshi.. Its what older siblings do to coax their younger sibs out of their shell. Who doesn't like free food? Choso learns pretty quick from what i've seen and with coffee being Noritoshi’s favorite drink, he's using that.

Choso: there’s a coffee shop downtown.

Noritoshi: what

Choso: we’re going together

Noritoshi: I never agreed to this

Choso: don’t forget your jacket, it could get cold.

And then they go.

Noritoshi enjoys company if it doesn't bother him. So if Choso walked into his room and sat down to do something quietly, Noritoshi wouldn't bat an eye. and That's how they hang out sometimes, just in the same room and they both have a blast.

this one is just me fucking around but I can see Choso asking for advice on how to approach Noritoshi like a father asking how to approach his teen kid. Noritoshi is similar, but he's asking why this guy is doting on him and being annoying. They ask around because I doubt either of them know how to use a phone. Noritoshi is old-fashioned while Choso is just old.

hmm... I can't decide whether Choso would use Noritoshi's name more often to attach the name to a better person or give Noritoshi a nickname to avoid using it....... I want to lean into the former but hmm......

that's all I got! This could be so ooc but fuck it! I like it. Sorry if this was all over the place, i was throwing spaghetti at the wall!!!!

[my ranting, its not important skip this. theres also slight spoilers]

im sitting here analyzing your wording. youre implying they HAVENT met properly?????? ITS BEEN A FUCKING WHILE. LET THEM MEET AGAIN WHAT THE FUCK IM PUNCHING THE WALL. WASNT THERE AN ENTIRE REVEAL THAT YUJI WAS HIS SUPER DISTANT LIL BRO implying that he also has some relation so to noritoshi too which is super cute now that i think about it.. stoic bitch with a sunshine guy who wont shut the fuck up... wait i love that sm..... but regardless WHAT THE FUCK??? LITTLE BROTHER MY ASS.GEGE YOU HAD NORITOSHI RIGHT THERE. FYM NEW LITTLE BRO YUJI. NORITOSHI IS GOING THROUGH IT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE BUT THIS GUY IS ALONE... I JUST WANT HIM TO HAVE SOME FAMILY BRO. GEGE WHAT THE FUCK. AND CHOSO HAVING THOSE DREAMS AND FANTASIES OF HIS BROTHERS TOGETHER. PUT NORITOSHI IN THERE. BRING NORITOSHI BACK YOU ONE EYED CAT FUCK..... I WONT FORGET THIS GEGE, WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE.....

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

Okay I saw more of your art and had to come back (if it’s okay)

Maybe this time….King Marty? Like in a kings outfit with the septor

and crown and stuff? Idk

no problem at all! i'm just happy you enjoy :D

anyone with any remote knowledge of historical dress from any vague period or region please avert your eyes.