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Demon Angel AU: Hunger

Just me rambling about possible next chapters turn into an outline for one I´m gonna share to motivate myself to actually write it sometime.

CW// Body dysphoria, cannibalism, explicit descriptions of butchering a human, gore, demon/angel whump, chronic pain, transfiguration, failed murder attempt, non human whumpees/whumpers, muzzles and mentions of suicide. 

Thinking about Demon Angel AU again. Specifically about Sann turning into a demon because of the corrosion in the demon´s realm, and exploring the changes his body went through. 

The loss of his wings is the one that hurts the most, even if he still has the upper ones, he´s used to using all six so he can´t fly as much as he used to or make the turns in the air he was so fond of. The new tail helps with that but it takes a while to learn how to properly use it to maneuver around. The horns make him have constant headaches or so he thinks until he opens his mouth and finds his canines have turned into fangs. Fangs that rasp against his mouth and ache all the time. 

He´s pretty much in pain all the time. He thinks understanding where the pain comes from helps ease it but when a growing ache begins to spread into his limbs and dries his throat, alarm bells go off in his head. 

It´s not actual pain, but he definitely aches for something. Headaches getting worse and worse doesn´t help his already bad mood, so after a particularly bad day, he flies off back to the surface. 

Albus goes after him of course, but Sann doesn´t want to be found and hides and lurks around as the ache grows prominently until finally, he spots humans close by. 

A caravan who doesn´t have any other option but to cross the demon´s valley, he assumes. 

At that point, instinct is driving him. A blind reaction to pain he doesn´t understand how to ease, but his new body does. That´s how he feels himself dropping cold over the caravan, tackling a human off their horse into the ground with enough strength to shatter their bones but still live and then, dig his fangs into their neck. 

The human is in so much pain, but they manage to put their arm up to shield their neck and even when they hit Sann and pull on his horns to push him away, his jaw is locked. The human takes out a sword then and Sann escapes its swing by a few centimeters. Feathers ruffling and sticking out to his sides as the human paddles away making a trail of blood.

The whiff of it alone, is enough to make him launge forward towards his prey and he would have killed them in one bite if the human didn´t scream for mercy from the gods. 

He comes back to his senses and notices he munched up part of the human´s flesh as he spits it on the ground and paddles back and away from the human as fear and shame floods him.

He doesn´t have too long before the rest of the caravan arrives and tries to capture him. He shoots up and hears rocks flying by his head as he quickly goes to hide to the forest. Where Albus is waiting for him at the top of trees to bring him down in a mess of ropes and feathers.

After a moment of panic and of bitterness, Albus puts him down and frees him. With the condition to wear a muzzle and follow him. Sann is outraged, but Albus knows hunger and he´s not stable enough to allow him to go like that. 

“I´ll be gentle” he promises, before Sann huffs and then lets Albus work the leather around his face. He can´t open his mouth much, but he can speak some. So he doesn´t lose the chance to ask where he is taking him. 

Albus begins to explain he didn´t know the transformation would go that far. But even though he can´t even begin to imagine what going through that is like, he tells him a secret. Sometimes, when he is hungry but doesn´t have the energy to hunt, he goes to a few places that for some reason, the humans seek to end their lives. 

It´s easy food and spares him the trouble of killing them. It´s not something that happens all the time, so it´s not good to rely on it as a food source, but he believes showing Sann he can eat without outright taking human´s lifes can help in the future. 

Sann is quiet as they reach one of the places Albus suggests and his heart crushes at the sight of a fresh corpse laid over the rocks. He takes a few steps back before Albus catches his wrist. 

He can postpone it as much as he wants, but the hunger will only get worse. Even if he tries to eat animals and fruits like before, it won´t be enough. There will be a moment hunger will take all rationality and he will attack anything that moves if he doesn´t eat properly.

Albus offers to do it for him this time, but warns him that at some point, he will have to do it himself. 

Sann´s conflict is visible as he lowers his head and whispers “I never wanted to become a demon”

“I know” Albus squeezes his hand before he lets go and kneel, pulling out the knife he carved from his horns, all those months ago, and begins to butcher it. “I know...” 

Sann´s unable to look but finds himself salivating at the smell. Instinct overtakes him when Albus extends a tiny piece of it and he grips on his arm so hard, it makes him whimper and then blush at the way he licks his fingers clean. 

He shakes the feeling away when Sann´s fangs grace him and the acid of his blood makes Sann snap back. Albus is quick to cover his wound and tries to go back to chopping up the meat, but Sann stops him and carefully takes his own knife out before kneeling next to him, ready to start even if his limbs shake and the only things stopping him from outright eat are Albus himself and the muzzle on his face. 

A few hours later, they´re back on their hiding spot, meat drying up with salt next to the window as Sann thinks about Albus´ blood still having a reaction on him. Would it take time until he became a full demon? Or would he stay forever in the middle? If it was not the case, did that mean he could revert it, somehow?

The storm brewing on the horizon made him sigh. 

He wouldn´t be able to practice his flight that night either. So he goes to sleep in his cocoon of feathers in resignation. Unknown to him, Albus watches the storm in complete silence, affliction forming like the big gray clouds in the sky as the same questions Sann had formulate on his head.

He knew that if he marched into the woods, through a path illuminated with green fire, it would take him to someone who could give him the answers. For a price.

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Demon Angel AU: Bought and Sold

I had an idea, so I went ahead and wrote it for @whumptober2020 day 20 for the prompt “field medicine” and “medieval”. Hope you like it!

Summary: The demon plans the angel and his escape after learning the angel will get sold and sent to a rich family´s rarity zoo after he shows signs of being too exhausted to heal the demon properly to harvest his horns.

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CW// captivity, slavery, winged whumpee, waterboarding, stress positions, bone sawing, magic exhaustion, manhandling, noncon bondage, whumpee hunted as pray, whumpee turned whumper, catching poles, cages, muzzles, convulsions, inaccurate field medicine (sorry!), forced bathing, implied noncon, blood, auditory and visual hallucinations, thralling and slightly gorey stuff at the end.

It had been a few months since they had arrived to the circus. The routinary wake up call in the morning where the demon was grabbed by the back of his shirt and had a muzzle with bit shoved into his mouth to then be dragged to the river close by for a quick “bath” that was essentially, just submerging him in water and rubbing away the blood and sweat from the day before, was exactly like any other day.

The demon was then seized and brought to the “Demon´s lair”, where he would be thrown into a cage inside the patch of woods until a costumer came. When that happened, the sound of a hornet and the door lifting would be his signal to run.

The demon ran everyday, tried to climb the trees or find something pointy enough to reap the leather binding his numb arms on his back and the muzzle covering half of his face, or tried to jump over the wooden walls, but it wasn´t that the only thing he had to worry about. The demon stopped dryly upon facing a human with his wooden pole with rope on one end. His tail swished in distress behind him, as the bulky human stepped forward and the demon stepped back.

He had had enough humans fishing him by the neck and digging the rest of the pole into his back, forcing him to step into the “trophy cage” to know not to understimate the stick.

The trophy cage was small and he would get stamped on his thigh by the human that caught him to prove they, among a group of three had caught the demon. They would then be asked if they wanted to bring a pair of horns as memento of their victory over the demons: a pair of his horns.

If he didn´t get caught, on the rare days that happened, they would hang him by his ankles or his arms for a while, just so they would be too sore and uncomfortable to properly run away the next day.

There were days where the demon felt hopeless about escaping someday. When he got frustrated from getting away from the gods and their angels to end up captured yet again less than two months later.

The angel, Sann, would sometimes reach to him through the cramped cell with his wings tightly pressed against him, still wearing the clothes that barely covered any skin. On those nights, where the demon leaned into that friendly hand, he heard the angel tell him they had ran away once, so they could do it again.

The demon braced himself from tearing up, because they would burn the angel if he touched his tears. So he just quietly sniffed them back and tried to believe him.

The only times he would see him was at night, more often than not, knocked out until the humans took him in the morning or was too tired to talk and fell asleep on his wing cocoon, the others would be when he was inside the trophy cage.

The demon would see flashes of him flying through the barred cage and the tall tents. Doing acrobacies in mid air that looked similar to when he was above in his homeland, but the feeling to which he flied to, was entirely different.

There was no soul on it, there was no joyful laughter making company to the beautiful dance Sann did on the sky when he first saw him through the small window of his cell, even before Sann first came to visit him at the dungeons.

How long had he observed Sann to know the closed turns were his favorite trick to do back then? How many times had he laughed when he saw those three pairs of wings work, and has seen the angel splat into the trees because he didn´t know the terrain so later he would come to him asking if he could help him take off a stick out of his wings?

In his defense, he was just too interesting to take his eyes away.

He felt a sense of dread when he was pulled out of the cage and forced to walk back to the starter cage. Leaving Sann behind as two poles, one around his neck and the other pinching him in the back, dug into his skin.

How much he regretted he didn´t notice when the hunters came that night and how much he wished he could give him back that freedom to enjoy flying.

The demon was pushed forward and snarled at the human, receiving a painful poke to the side of his abdomen.

“You damn beast should behave like your winged pal. Now, that one knows his place” the human shouted as he digged the pole on his neck getting a pained groan that made him stumble and choke a little on the rope before the human pulled him straight again.

“Such a shame we won´t have him anymore” the other human commented in a sigh. The demon perked his ears and tried to turn, but the pole dug deeper.

“Keep walking” the man growled and the demon obeyed shoving away the anger coiling inside him. Anxiety began tro brew as the two humans continued to talk.

“So that´s really gonna happen? I thought the ring master was more interested in exploring the capabilities of his healing. There´s good coin there…” the man said in a langid voice.

“Oh, he was, but the angel is getting sick or something. It takes too long to make this one’s horns grow again. The Butcher was getting in trouble because he wasn’t providing enough, so he talked to him and Sir decided to put an advert for him” The demon almost stops on his tracks, but he knew better.

The Butcher had certainly hit Sann when he had stopped healing him mid horn before he collapsed on his side and his body squirmed in violent spams. It took him a few minutes to come back to himself.

During that moment it was the only time he was allowed to get close to him and touch him in the Butcher´s presence. The other humans screamed, thinking the demon was doing that to him and tried to hold the angel down, but when the demon used his tail to smack the humans away and hissed to leave him alone, the humans only watched the demon rept to the angel whisper through the muzzle that everything would be alright. 

They stared in awe at the demon as the angel came back to himself still shaking even after the convulsions stopped. Both creatures nuzzled each other´s face before inevitably, they were ripped apart. The demon in for another beating.

Of course they would think it was him. Humans didn´t know anything about the rarity´s that occured to them and came to demons for the answers to the questions they barely could formulate and then blame them when it didn´t go as planned.

What happened to the angel, was mere exhaustion, the demon knew, he would have to rest and stop healing him for at least four months if they wanted to continue their wicked business.

The demon continued muttering through the muzzle until the angel opened his eyes again. But even then, his eyes crossed just right when the Butcher straightened him up by the hair and fell flat inconscious into the ground.

With how often it had been happening lately, he had been put into his cage for a while, shows were suspended but instead, he was forced to sit perched up on his cage´s swing and look pretty for the visitors. Wave at them through the nausea he would tell him later he felt all day. He wouldn´t mention it either, but some of his bones and ribs were damaged too because of the human handler´s attempts to keep the angel still. 

Without being able to heal it, the angle experienced neverending pain.

“Apparently some rich family´s daughter decided to buy him to form part of her rarity´s zoo” The man said, tuning the demon back into the conversation unfolding before him. “Some of their men will come get him tomorrow night” The demon´s heart skipped a beat as he was shoved inside the cage in heavy panting. The human freed his neck from the rope, yet, he wasn´t relieved in the least when the human kicked the wooden cage “If he´s not around guess we won´t have any use for you anymore, beast” the man´s canines showed as he smiled and patted the cage “Can´t wait to finally have the chance to hunt you down. For real this time, little pest”

The demon kicked the cage as the humans laughed walking away.

“As if I will let a human do that” he spatted in the solitude of his cell before he heard the horn yet again and the door lifted. He still ran in stampede, but this time, he ran to his hiding spot above a tree. By now he had run through the space enough times to recollect enough rocks with his tail and smash them on the ground with just the right amount of strength to sharpen them. He didn´t have much time to experiment with durability, but as the months passed, the large river stone had become quite the sturdy knife. Polished and sharpened enough to cut through his tail, the signs of it, healed by the angel every night.

He grabbed the knife and carefully made a cut through the leather bindings on his arms, stopping right when he felt skin. It was enough overture to give way for the knife to enter and small enough to pass inadvertently.

But now, when he jumped down the tree, he ran through the obvious traps he had fell on the first few times, avoiding the most invisible ones, the bastardous, ankle breaking claws on the ground that would give out his position once he screamed and fell in pain until “the hunters” came to kick the shit out of him or even, hold him down with their poles or seize him. So in that state, he was less of a threat to try to inspect the odd demon that kept a somewhat human form.

He hated the humans that would do that the most. So he stayed a few inches above the ground now, trying to jump from branch to branch.

He wasn´t captured after that, every hunter lost and he was sent to hang next to the Butcher´s tent. This time, there weren´t horns cut up, even if Sann was better, they had sold out tickets to the “great last hunt”

Supposedly, the hunter that got him first the next day, would get to keep him and do to him whatever they pleased.

The demon tried not to think about it and keep the knife working inside the leather keeping his arms together. This night hanging upside down was exactly what he needed. Despite the ache on his ankles and the blood rushing to his head, his hands didn´t stop cutting until they cracked and his arms, numbed out and achy and possibly mismatched as he pulled them forward with a loud crack that forced him to bury the screech on his throat. He cracked his shoulders before bending to cut one of his ankles before the second, careful to not make any noise as he straightened up.

His arms were free finally, if just a bit too heavy, but finally he could lift them up to feel the buckles wrapping around his head, heavy metal padlocks hanging from three different places. He put all his strength in pulling the knife and cut off the leather straps around the edges of his head, slightly cutting one of his ears in the process before he felt it loose and threw it to the ground with a slam.

His chin was a drooling mess and his jaw was so sore without Sann’s healing, but he felt his fangs free, sharper than the knife on his hands or the Butcher’s saw. He passed his tongue over his lips. He felt his muscles aching to run and smash, his claws twitching to be dug into human flesh.

He had been fed everyday for the last months just once a day. Always having Sann put the disgusting gooey putridge between his lips before he ate too because of his useless arms. Whatever was on the bucket had never tasted quite like real food but sufficed to satiate their stomachs for a while.

Suddenly, he heard steps behind him. Heavy, familiar and blood thirsty.

The demon’s pupils became an edge that fixed on The Butcher’s voluminous figure as he set himself in an offensive position. The Butcher passed his hand over the horns hanging from his belt, the very first ones he chopped off his head with a laughter so low it sounded more like an animalistic growl.

The Butcher had never talked to him directly, but his voice, low and deep, sent a shudder down his spine.

“Very well, Pest. I had planned to take you to the young lady who bought the bird, when I caught you tomorrow, but this is perfect” the Butcher stretched his hand towards the bone saw and the fear installed on the demon´s head almost overthrew him, making him hiss and growl as his hair spiked and his tail swooshed irritated “We can just get started now”

The demon bared his fangs and twisted the knife on his hands, adrenaline running through him as the man walked closer, sure to win.

A say ran through the lands closer to the demon´s domains, where unfortunate humans were the one hunted by them, just like he was: For fun and sometimes as appetizers.

“There´s a say in my lands” the demon spoke the human tongue in a hundred voices that drilled inside the Butcher´s head “The sun stole the demon´s true shape, so when night falls, the moonlight grants their true form back to wear and hunt”

A ray of light illuminated over the small demon and shifted, the Butcher stopped on his tracks seeing the monstruos shape it took, a sound close to broken bones, going over and over as the demon became something that made the Butcher’s jaw fall, that made the demon inhale the scent of fear demons craved.

The human in his desperation, in the irrationality of fear, swinged the bone saw above his head, screaming madly.

“As you wish” the demon spoke in a hundred voices behind the Butcher. The demon was pleased to see the moment his eyes widened in absolute terror seeing his gigantic form as the curtain to his tent closed. Catching the blood from the man´s neck from staining the dirt outside.

The Butcher didn´t understand what happened was an illusion at all. The demon licked his bloody lips, sitting over the fallen body of the human, a bite that punctured his throat was non stop bleeding.

“You don´t even taste good enough to be a snack” the demon let out as he licked the blood off his fingers, a claw mark on the man´s stomach digging dip into him. He lifted himself off and picked up the bone saw. Put a little pressure into the middle that ended up breaking it “Well, I will give you that. You at least knew you should have me muzzled” he said tossing the shards away “Word spells are hard to cast with a metal bar inside your mouth” the demon kicked away the muzzle with a huff, “wished I had something better than just words, but demons like me gotta use what they have” he looked down at the human laying on the floor “Now then…”

The demon took the horns hanging from the Butcher´s waist and took one of his assistant´s aprons for himself. Putting the horns on the pockets. He could make very durable knifes with them after all. One for him and one for the angel.

He walked out the Butcher´s tent, finally free to let the humans know who the real hunter was.

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Demon Angel AU: Bloody sight

Anonymous asked:

99. for Sann

Demon Angel AU!! A continuation to this.

CW// slight gore, captivity, winged whumpee, collars, blood, demon whump, broken bones, whumpee turned whumper. ask to tag!

I´m gonna add the taglist people for this hope you don´t mind!

Taglist: @as-a-matter-of-whump @orchidscript @haro-whumps @giggly-evil-puppy @grizzlie70 @rosesareviolentlyread @whump-tr0pes

He didn´t understand why. He had tried his best to heal quickly and be fit to obey commands. The angel had danced at the impact of a whip on his wings, he had gone when called and knelt on the ground, dreading, but not defying the human when he put a collar around his neck. What he didn´t expect was the men tying up his wings and hands in a messy hurried manner.

“Oh my god, oh my god. We´re so screwed!” the blonde one tightening the rope said. He kept mumbling curses, terror on his voice to be abruptly stopped at a faraway scream of a woman that made the angel jump “Stay still!” the man pulled on his wings, flapping in distress from the sudden rough handling.

“Hurry! H-He´s getting closer!” the other said, mounting guard with a crossbow in his hands.

“I´m trying!” The blonde shouted back, smacking him when the angel whimpered after forcing a gag on him, “Shut it! We don´t have time! Now up! Up, up, up!”

With help from the other human they lifted him from the ground, pushing him towards the door to his cage. The angel was basically carried out, stiff and letting them drag them somewhere.

The angel darted his eyes around to see splatters of blood and teared up tents, there was fire and people screaming and running. The angel´s tied wings ached when he tried to make a protective coccoon that only rubbed on his restraints before the humans rushed to get to a carriage with bars on the back.

It was empty.

The angel´s breathing hitched when one of the humans left them to open the gate. The angel turned back to see the circus getting swallowed on flames and terrified screaming.

Where was Albus?

Maybe he was still inside the Butcher´s tent! Maybe he was injured! They were going to separate them! He jerked back trying to get loose.

“Woah! You´re not going anywhere” the man said as he used his full force, digging his heels on the ground to keep him from running off.

“Al!!!” the angel screamed through the gag. It was dark and even with the fire, the hurried, aggresive shouting of the two men that made his ears ring, he didn´t see the tailed demon´s figure anywhere near. “AL!!!” No response. He would absolutely hate him for screaming it so carelessly, but he didn´t know what else to do. He breathed deep and shouted, “ALBUS!!!”

The angel felt a dry hit on the back of his head that made him see stars. Sann´s head lulled for a moment before he was brought to his knees, the man catching him mid fall.

“You´re not calling your friend on us, stupid bird. You´re going to the lady´s collection” he said dragging him up into the cage. Unable to resist it too much with the blurred vision. Only resuming it when the human dropped him inside and began to chain his ankles.

The angel lifted his tightly tied wrists in pleading, eyes hazy with bright spots blurring everything.

“Please…wait” he tried to convey with just one look. But the man didn´t stop at that. He jumped out of the cage instead.

“Ready? Let´s-” the other man started before he screamed.

Sann couldn´t see it clearly from where he was, but clinging from the other guy´s neck, a white demon had digged his fangs and bit harder into it with a snarl.

“Fricking monster!” the human shouted taking his companion´s crossbow from the ground and pointing, too late at the demon jumping his way. Claws slashing through the man in a shriek before he fell, dropping the crossbow and trying, in a desperate fit to reach an arrow.

The demon stomped his hand hard enough to break. A howl ripped out of him when the demon towered over him. The Butcher´s leather apron the demon was wearing, was completely drenched in red.

“Pl-Please! Please no! Mer- AH” the man screamed at the twist of the demon´s feet on his crushed hand.

“You cut, you plucked out. You took what belonged to us and tossed it into that tiny bucket over and over with a smile on your face. Even when we begged to stop, to give him time to recover…you never listened” the demon growled in a thousand voices when he set a foot over his already wet with tears face,  “There´s no mercy to spare for you”

After healing himself, Sann crawled closer to the cage´s gate when he heard another screech followed by a crack and a thump. The small back was covered in red his tail swooshing once in that irritated manner before he turned to face him.

He was bathed in blood. A red halo covered his mouth with just a few spots of black running down his face and arms in rivulets. The marks completely buried under the thick sheet of red. Even his hair was tainted a sinister shade that faded into the last bits of white.

The angel wouldn´t have believed the demon in front of him was Albus if it wasn´t for the gentle ring of his voice.

“Sann?” Albus said walking up to him to take the gag off, staining his cheeks red in the process before slashing the ropes with his claws. Freeing his wrists  “I heard you call, are you alright? Are you hurt?” the demon said moving to see behind to his wings searching for injuries, but the angel paddled back into the cage. Breathing harshly as he stared in utter horror at a dumbfounded Albus.

The demon slowly casted his eyes down, wiping out the blood off his face with his forearms, but it did not work at all. His ears went flat against the sides of his skull.

“Please, don´t- Don´t look at me like that” the demon whispered with a peek of shame on his tone, harder attempting to wipe out the blood from cut on his forehead where black poison poured like a fountain. “I´m sorry. This is- I´m sorry, this is just-”

Sann watched him try to wipe himself clean a few more seconds. Even trying to lick it off. His limbs trembled and the chain attached to his ankle crackled when he moved closer. Swallowing as he picked up the gag and pressed it against the demon´s forehead.

Albus flinched and scrunched his eyes, stopping his nonsensical ramble for good, before he widened his eyes. Noticing Sann was trying to delicately, even through the shaking, wipe the grime off.

He couldn´t clean it completely, but at least his face was just washed enough to see the marks over his cheeks again. Somehow seeing his face again was enough to let him breath air he didn´t know he was holding.

Sann had just retreated the cloth to lay his hand against the cut and heal it despite the nauseating stench, when they heard screaming and dogs coming their way.

“We have to get out of here. Now” The demon said.

As quickly as they could, Albus and Sann scrambled out of the cage wagon and cut the ropes to free Sann´s wings. Extending his wings so wide after so long, despite the collar resting on his neck, Sann´s heart couldn´t help but leap at the prospect of flying freely again.  

He was scared to see the circus behind them both. Couldn´t believe the small demon next to him had done such destruction. His mind began to run into questions about demon´s nature, about the fear humans had for them, and how Al was just a little low ranked demon that had made all that mess. Sann shook them off and swallowed, feeling his stomach fall like lead. Were those questions something he really wanted to know the answer of now?

Nonetheless he extended his hand to Albus.

“I-I t-told you. We could do it again” he pushed himself to say to the demon. Brows tightly knitted on his face as his eyes fixed on the hand extended at him. Acutely aware of how clean they were.

It took him a moment of hesitation, of shame, of looking deeply into gray eyes for a second that seemed to pass slower than time itself to finally take it. Sann squeezed hard before extending further his wings in preparation. The hounds were almost biting their ankles, them and their owners, got pushed back when Sann´s wings propelled them up into the night sky. Human eyes unable to follow their curse at such speed and effectively, carrying both out of the place that held them captive, once more.

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Demon Angel AU: Ritual sacrifice

Will I ever actually work on my WIPS or follow an schedule? Sigh.

Anyhow, a bit more of the AU with the boys for a late @whumptober2020! Sann discovers what did the gods capture a demon for! He´s not very happy about it and the fate of his friend.

CW// blood, ritual sacrifice, deity whump, captivity, pet whump (of sorts), forced to watch, torture, defiant whumpee, manhandling, creepy whumper and noncon touching (non sexual), wing whump, threats of murder, escape attempt and betrayal. Ask to tag!

Taglist: @as-a-matter-of-whump @grizzlie70 @orchidscript @giggle-evil-puppy @rosesareviolentlyread @haro-whumps

He was molded by his god to be perfect. Or their definition of perfect. Six pairs of wings that would allow him to soar through the sky as ordered. Perfectly white and soft for his God´s fingers to run through as he sang along to an ancient song the angel had never listened to but knew word by word.

Kneeling at his God´s feet, and singing to them like the perfect bird toy the demon had told him he was when he had gotten close enough to get a “hey, Angel, are you gonna tell me your name today?” instead of warning snarls. The angel had gotten defensive at first. Offended by the captive´s words when he was so much more to his God. So thankful to have been given the important job to stay by their side to serve them.

“You love flying don´t you?” the demon had told him shifting on his cell with his limbs going black from the friction of chains that cursed his touch.

He had a piece of cloth tied around the edges so it would pacify the pain for a little while, it was too risky to leave it, so the angel had to take it away when he went back to bed to his lord.

The angel bit his lower lip. Remembering his night strolls through the clouds, when he could simply put the three pairs of wings to work for him and him only.

“I do, but-”

“Then if your creator loved you so much they wouldn´t force you to stop. They would love to see you flying in the sky instead of forcing you to stay with them on the ground to show your devotion or whatever”

“It´s to bring honor to them! Besides, It´s my choice to do it or not!” the angel had yelled at him. The demon stood up and stomped his way to the bars of his cell. Until the chain yanked him back and he let out an exasperated groan before turning to watch the puffed out angel.

“Yeah? Is it really a choice when you´re terrified of saying no?” The demon refuted. “Do you even…Do you even know how they will fuck up your wings?”

The angel had frowned at the softening of his voice. He shook his head as the demon sighed.

“Come here, Angel” he said and the angel doubted moving, but ultimately walked towards the demon, curiosity itching to be satisifed. He jumped in horror as the demon pinched his hand with his own claws and black blood pooled on it.

“What are you-!?”

“Shh, I´m ok” he said crouching to take into his hands one of the feathers that had fallen off on one of the angel´s earliest visits. The three feathers hidden in a crack on the wall was his little treasure, but nobody, and most certainly not the Angel needed to know that “I´m not here just to be a party entertainer, Angel” he said dipping the feather in the blood as a sizzling sound crossed the air. The Angel´s heart stopped for a second.

The feather dissolved in less than a few seconds.

“I´m the main ingredient for your ritual. Once they dry me, you will coat your wings bloody black. But after suffering for a few hours, your god will give you wax wings. If you pretty please ask for them, they will give it to you. Just as perfect but absolutely useless”

“H-H-How do you know all this?” The freckled Angel heaved staring at the demon´s grim face.

“Demons disappear all the time you know? Who, besides your god´s soldiers, would take them? The humans? They wish! The Elder told me to avoid capture at all costs but I…” he sighed “I didn´t see them coming from above”

The Angel had never felt so betrayed. He couldn´t even say goodbye to the demon that night. He had wanted to sit next to his god at night, as the demon danced in his injured feet and enjoy along…but he couldn´t. He felt disgusted, afraid, of being forced to be the cause of pain inflicted on the demon. Of his friend. He could try to look away for as long as his god didn´t take his chin and make him watch.

It took guts to make a decision, and it had a cost to save the demon.

At night, his god called for him and he prostrated before them to be informed the ritual would be at dawn.

The Angel should have stayed quiet. Should have shown his excitement just like when they told him he was chosen among all the other angels to become theirs.

But nothing but questions and the need to cry came out.

“What´s wrong, Sann?” they asked him gently wiping the tears off his face. A name was given to him to respond to, but only the giver knew what to call. Only his god could call him Sann.

“My lord, I have a wish for you to answer”

“Ask and I may consider”

“What will happen to the white demon on the dungeons after dawn?” Sann asked with a knot forming on his stomach as the god took their hand away.

“Worried about your own enemy. What a pure little one I made. But don´t fret, it´s only natural for living things, no matter how cursed their existance, to cease. You should know that, Sann” suddenly the finger tracing his jaw didn´t feel like a gentle touch, but a warning. Sann´s wings shivered as his god planted a kiss on his forehead “You´re far more important to me than that funny creature of the underworld, Sann. I expect nothing less but perfection from you and you have relentlessly proved your worth to me. Do it one more time and get ready, my perfect little bird”

Sann knelt in one knee as they walked away to the gardens “Yes, my lord”

The Angel couldn´t focus on the gorgeous scent of the flowers that bathed their body and the brush that groomed their wings, neither on the voices that praised him for getting such a promotion and telling him how beautiful he looked on his ritual gawns. They all had been angels like him, promoted, without any lower angel seeing. He had always wondered about why such secrecy…

“Sister?” She asked the black skinned angel mussing his hair and hummed in reply. Her wings were always shiny and immobil behind her. Always dragging on the ground as she walked behind her own Lady “What are your wings made of?”

At the question he felt a sudden pull back. He let out a pained yelp through gritted teeth.

“Oh my! I´m sorry! I…what kind of question is that, sweetheart?” She said and didn´t speak again until she was finished and pushed him to the next room.

He didn´t miss how she didn´t answer his question.

They never did.

—

It was past midnight when the Angel started with his meditation. He was supposed to last until dawn, but no matter how hard the effect of the tea they had given him, he couldn´t force himself back into that state. Slightly dizzy, he stumbled his way to the window. Just to check how much time he had to get his last flying before the ceremony.

He saw the sky turning that pinkish tone he had soared through in his first flight. Racing the sun to see who could come higher faster. He remembered how the wind felt on his wings, how the currents carried him higher, how the clouds melted without touching, they had never been fluffy cutton, but scurried through his fingers like water.

More than once he had asked despite himself, what were they made of. What was everything even himself made of. Despite been forbidden from questioning the greatest god´s creations, he kept wondering. He wanted to know and appreciate it, not deminish it.

Why was it so wrong to ask?

At the thought a tear spilled off his cheek.

Because the answers may not be as innocent as he thought, he now understood.

It pained him to admit it. It hurt so much to make a coocoon of his wings and touch them in longing. The demon was right. He didn´t want to dissapoint his god, but he also didn´t wanna lose his flight.

He would prefer to fall.

The demon should still be on the dungeon. He could…he could save him. He could take him and.. He needed to…

He suddenly was yanked up by the arm by his sisters and brothers. A procession trapped him until they arrived to the plaza, just a few minutes before dawn.

In explicit detail he was instructed about the ritual´s procedures. Such was his shock that, before he knew it, he was on his knees in front of his god and…

“Control that beast!” the blonde, winged soldier cracked his whip at the demon. Hitting him plain in the face, blood splattered on the floor but the demon kept squirming and growling under the ropes holding him down. His tail tightly bound to one of his legs. He was kneeling with a muzzle over his face and a rope tightening more and more around his exposed, vulnerable neck. The more he moved the more it digged on his skin, black blood ran down in rivulets through the rope and to his wrists. Struggling just made it worse, but his eyes didn´t lose the fight in them. Like a red twilight, his eyes were filled with the omen of blood.

The demon was finally seized with the help of two other soldiers. Holding him in place to stare directly at Sann. His eyes widened as he found the sword on the angel´s hands and Sann understood immediately he bared his fangs in fury, in betrayal and then closed his eyes and stopped struggling.

The soldiers let him go and the demon jerked forward. His forehead barely brushing the Seraphim´s feet in defeat. He saw his eyes and there was no need for words to understand what they meant.

“I trusted you”

The demon lowered his head as Sann began with the first step of the ritual: singing an hymn in honor of the highest god. The creator of all. Even the demon´s elder.

It should be carried on with a dance with the sword on his hand. Gentle steps that got framed with the movements of his wings. The gods and Sann´s god watched his performance delighted.

The ritual dance stopped with Sann bowing at the demon with the sword on his back.

He whispered to the white haired demon then.

“I want to know your name”

The demon´s snort was muffled by the muzzle.

Golden bowls on the sides, so in his sweaty state he had to take them and put them right below the demon. He carefully moved slower, trying to make as much of a curtain as his wings would let him cover in a place filled with gods and soldiers.

“I´m not gonna hurt you” Sann whispered, moving gracefully behind the demon, sword on one hand and grabbing a fist of white hair to uncover the neck. He glared back with a venemous look.

It wasn´t part of the ritual to cut the muzzle off his face with the sword, yet it fell to a sudden silence of the public. To the demon´s amusement.

“I promise” he mouthed to the demon. Eyes were nailed on them in all directions, but the tension seemed to ease and quicken as he set the sword right over the tender skin of his throat.

The demon squinted but his lips twisted up, sensing the honesty of the winged creature.

“Tell me yours, and I will tell you mine”

The angel looked above and took a deep breath where he extended his wings and lifted his sword. Using the sudden roar of cheering to mouth his name at the demon. The sword pointed in a direction without guards.

The joy at the barbarie vanished just as quickly as Sann´s sword cut through the ropes, switching it for horror as the demon ran free. He was not an strong demon, he himself had told him so, yet he pushed the angel off his way and ran with little equilibrium with his tail still bind to one of his legs.

The soldiers were torn between going for the demon or for Sann, which he used to extend his wings and flap the three pairs of wings down, giving him enough power to impulse him up.

He was a fallen.

Sann had fallen and he could sense his god´s ire high up above the clouds.

But, if they had given him a chance to choose, they should´ve been prepared to hear a no.

He turned in the air and plummeted down towards the demon running to one of the borders. Saw him stopping cold and fighting inercia to avoid falling over. Sann extended his arms and curled on his wings to go faster and catch him right when the soldiers were about to reach him. Flying off with a twist and going down and down.

The demon screamed.

“DON´T LET ME FALL DON´T LET ME FALL DON´T LET ME FALL!!!” He panicked as he gripped to the angel´s chest.

“Hold tight!” Sann screamed back, as the muscles on his back protested the strain. They would have to hold on. Until they could lose the fifteen soldiers after them and their arrows.

The cold air pierced his lungs and the demon´s screams were starting to make his ears ring.

He turned through soldiers popping out, but if his calculations were correct, they could get through the barrier into the human world in just a few more meters.

Just a little bit and there would be freedom.

As soon as Sann flew away, his god trembled in fury but quickly collected themself to bark left and right to bring them their bow and a frask of poisoned demon blood.

If Sann refused to be theirs, if Sann had the guts to defy them and decide they wished to fall trying to protect a filthy demon, then Sann had been a failure needed of extermination.

The god prepared themselves. Picked up one of the arrows and submerged it on the frask. Then pulled back and waited. They knew their creation was fond of his wings and his flight, they had taken pride of a creature so devoted they would take what was most precious to him, himself.

“What a pity. But it´s alright, with your flesh, we will create a better version. Just like you surpassed the one before you” they let the arrow go “My sweet little bird”

Sann didn´t sense the arrow, but the demon did.

“Watch out!” He screamed turning Sann by pulling one of his wings. Right out of the arrow´s direction but in turn, it blew up one of his horns making him lose his grip around the angel.

He wasn´t a strong demon, he was not a shape shifter or had herculean strength. He was just a low class demon that was perfect for an angel without any battle training, to handle.

It was strange.

So, so strange to know he was gonna splat on the floor and he couldn´t avoid it, but had an angel rushing to meet him. Hand extended and screaming something he didn´t understand.

He was falling too fast and too hard, he was loosing consciousness, the last he saw were trees getting bigger and closer.

Ah, the human world.

The demon saw the black blood spill above him and made the effort to cover it.

He didn´t want the angel to get burnt with his blood.

In such dire situation his mind wondered back to those gray eyes telling him his name.

Sann…

He hadn´t been able to tell him his name.

He closed his eyes when he saw the angel´s wings expand and frenetically rush down. The last he felt was the angel´s…Sann´s arms wrapping around him. His wings covering them to protect them both as they fell into the woods.

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Demon Angel AU: If they knew

wildfaeworld asked:

“Do you know what they would do to me if they knew I was talking to you?” -- from the runaway prompts if you're taking them? 👀👀👀

For the Demon Angel Au the night after the angel and the demon meet! Just for you thank you for requesting! :D

Taglist: @as-a-matter-of-whump @orchidscript @haro-whumps @giggly-evil-puppy​​ @grizzlie70​ @rosesareviolentlyread ​

CW//captivity and implied caning

The city was the most pretty at night, the angel thought to himself as they jumped from the window from their room at the angel´s tower. 

The wind mussed up his hair as he fell, the ground growing closer and closer and yet, none of his six wings opened until he was so close, his nose brushed the floor when he turned to soar into the sky, closer to the moon. 

He loved to turn back and let himself fall, only to turn at the last second to make rounds around the god´s residence. 

Flying was the only thing his Master hadn´t ever restricted. Since he was born into this world, falling limply into his Master´s arms was his first ever sensation and maybe, his reckless way of flying was an attempt to recreate that feeling of falling into safety. Falling into the place he should be, fulfilling his purpose to be by his Master´s side forever.

Maybe his soaring through the sky in the last second had a meaning closely related to such matters. 

The angel would rather not think about what its meaning was. Not when the pain in his hands still lingered. 

However, when he steadied his flying after quickly checking his tiny package wrapped in a napkin remained intact, he silently glided to his Master´s dungeons, past the guards to the cliff where the prisoners would be held mere meters away from the endless void below.

Something wouldn´t get out of his head no matter how much he tried to obediently forget about it as his Master had ordered him to do.

But he couldn´t just wipe the image of the white demon with markings on his cheeks off his mind.

The angel had never seen a demon like the one he had seen at the parade to celebrate his ascending as his Master´s chosen angel, his Seraphim, who looked so, so much like a human. He had in fact thought he was a human until his eyes settled on the horns and the shackles and floor burning his wrists and feet.

He was...his limbs were charred. His nose still itched with the foreign smell of burnt meat as he scurried into the dungeons while covering his face.

Surprisingly, there were no guards there. He was starting to wonder why when the rattle of chains directed his eyes towards the cell next to the cliff.

“Who´s there?” a trembly voice asked in the dark.

The angel´s three pairs of wings puffed up before slowly relaxing, seeing the voice came from the one inside the cell. 

The demon´s tail swooshed behind him as he stepped away from the cell and the angel. 

“Be not afraid-” the smell of burnt skin flooded his senses again. The moonlight finally fell over them and the angel could see the demon was barely holding from crying...no, he had forced himself to stop crying but the tears were still there.”You´re hurt”

The demon let out a humorless laughter “Thanks for telling me. I would´ve not noticed it at all” the demon said gritting his teeth as he stumbled back into a thin sheet of clothe over the floor a sigh of relief escaping his lips for a second before he snarled at something. The angel watched perplexed how the demon pulled his tail closer to his chest protectively.

“What do you want?” the demon growled, wrapping his arms around his knees before his eyes opened slightly, recognition flashing through red eyes. “You are the angel from before”

The angel smiled. “So you do remember me! I´m glad to hear that”

The demon studied the angel before him as he sat on the ground before his cell. Eyes attentively following his every move as the angel extended his arms towards the demon. 

“Would you...let me see your injuries, please?” the angel asked him softly. 

The demon scrunched his face and kept staring at the angel for a while. After a whole minute, the angel scooted closer. 

“Please, Mister demon, I don´t have time”

“...ah, I see” the demon huffed before letting out a humorless laughter “This is a trap. I´m not falling for it”

The angel blinked twice at him before softly asking what did he mean.

“They´re not gonna let me rest at least a second huh? Seeing your pretty face has a pretty nasty price, angel. I don´t wanna pay it twice the same day alright?” the demon said before massaging his burnt feet “I thought angels were assholes, but I didn´t think they would actually make me dance for them” he mumbled mostly to himself “I can´t even stand up, give me a break” the demon sighed.

The angel visibly sat back “They did that?” 

The demon huffed as he curled tighter into a ball. “Just leave me alone”

“...I´m sorry. I didn´t know they... I didn´t mean to inflict more pain into you”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever” the demon brushed him off. 

The angel´s heart sank before he scooted closer to the bars of the cell, closer to the demon who visibly jolted when he saw the angel´s hands get close. 

“Please. I´m saying the truth. I do not mean to hurt you any further. Allow me to show you it´s actually the other way around, please”

The demon sat back for a moment, studying the angel once again, uncovering his face from the robes as he extended his hands towards the demon with a smile that dimpled his cheeks. 

“Please...” the angel urged. 

The demon was about to reject him when just shifting slightly sent a spike of pain all the way from his feet to the back of his neck. He held back his urge to scream to glare at the angel, his red eyes closing tight, before he crawled closer to the bars, careful to not touch the metal.

He didn´t extend his hands, however. At it the angel looked at him, confused.

“I will trust you if you give me your name”

“M-My name?” the angel faltered. “I...I´m sorry, but that´s not something I-”

“Then why should I trust you at all?” the demon asked mercilessly before a loud knocking came from the dungeon´s door direction and the angel scrambled to hide. 

“Shut up! I´m sick of hearing your wailing. Want me to put a muzzle on you, damn pest?” an angel screamed through the door. 

The demon stayed silent as he watched the angel looked terrified on the door´s direction. His brows furrowed. Did they not know he was there?

“Much better” the guard said with a sigh before he walked away, his steps growing quieter and quieter until neither him or the angel heard him. 

The angel came out of his hiding and tried extending his hands to reach the demon´s. 

“Quick! Please!” he whispered. “Do you know what they would do to me if they knew I was talking to you?” The angel said in a urgent whisper. The demon on the other side of the bars lifted an eyebrow.

“Not something to worry about or you wouldn’t have come to heal me again” the demon said twisting his lips into a grin at the way the angel shrunk on himself. The demon leaned slightly on the bars, the chain attached to the manacles on his wrists, getting dragged along. “The real question here is why you talk to me? You won’t even give me a name to call you by. So? Why talk to your prisioner?”

The angel shifted on his seat inside the cell, “I want to know” he said stretching an arm to the folded napkin containing some leftovers from that night’s banquet and placing it in the other side of the bars, letting the demon see the set of bruises over his palms, red in long stripes that went up and faded with the golden bracelets in his wrist.

The demon pressed his lips tight into each other, ears going down as the angel smiled “what kind of being was it, that helping was worth punishment?”

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Demon Angel AU: Captured

So today’s @whumptober2020 prompt was accident so figured why not show why Al is terrified Sann drops him off. :)

CW//multiple whumpers, tail whump, branding, captivity, manhandling, creepy Whumper, blood tw, burnings and dislocated shoulder.

Taglist: @as-a-matter-of-whump @orchidscript @haro-whumps @giggly-evil-puppy​ @grizzlie70​ @rosesareviolentlyread ​

“Stop that already!” An armored woman, with soft creamy wings, shouted in mid air. Her head turn to the couple of winged soldiers laughing and giggling at the desperate pulling of the horned creature in their arms.

“Let me go!” The creature screamed, showing his large and sharp fangs as he threw kicks left and right, desperately trying to find the ground kilometers below him.

“As you wish”

She rolled her eyes when she saw them drop him.

“Whoops” one of said, emphasizing the O as the creature kicked the air. Tail wriggling desperately for balance as he fell. “Forgot you cant fly”

The screeching was cut out short with a huff when another soldier, dived to catch him, resurging among the other angels with the heaving creature on his arms. Momentarily safe from a sure death, the panicking creature continued his futile struggle.

The angel smiled at him as he swung him and then threw him forward yelling to his friend, “catch!”

Their prisoner screamed as nobody dived to catch him, the freezing wind tearing his skin and throat, only to be abruptly caught and thrown back up again.

His head spun, vertigo setting in as it mixed with the terror of being pulled and pushed kilometers above the ground.

“Shit!” they would say when they failed to catch him.

Vertigo

Then, a frantic flapping of wings followed by a “Got him!”

“Drop that already!” Their captain yelled, as he undoubtedly was tossed yet again.

It was almost rythmical.

Scream, catch, yell, toss, scream, vertigo, catch, toss. Repeat. Over and over. As if he was a mere toy to them.

With how abrupt his falling was interrupted, his stomach began to turn over itself, back arching as the creature tried to keep inside the precious deer meat he had eaten only a few hours ago. His first meal in shape after days of fruitless hunting.

He pulled his hands to his mouth when he was tossed, curling into himself as he tried to keep his mouth shut and so, breaking their rhythm.

Curled into a ball like that, meant they couldn’t grab him by an arm or leg. So the first one failed to catch him. And the second. And the third.

He was falling and falling into the void with accelerating speed.

But right when he thought he was free of the tossing at last and horror sat in, the captain herself caught him by his arm.

With a sharp pull, he felt something tear on his shoulder and half screamed in pain before he barfed and emptied his stomach at the woman’s scrunched face.

His chest heaved as the woman flew to her second in command gripping hard on his arm. The demon winced at the strength of both angels, but he was too dizzy and exhausted to fight back. He couldn´t do anything else but hang limply between them. Whimpering at times at the engulfing pain of his shoulder.

Yet, he jerked at the sudden pull on his tail and a whispered “little pest” before a hyena laughter reverberated in his ears with an echo of flapping wings.

The demon curled his tail against his leg protectively as he pulled his eyes up.

Before him there was a flying city of white, black and gold: The God´s and their angels domain.

He jerked back on instinct, but the woman holding his right arm tightened her grip with a warning snarl that forced a yelp out.

A few moments later he was dropped one last time. Finally there was something under his feet but… The white marmol floor burnt.

He screeached, jerking his burnt hands closer and tried to stand up as the angels restrained him, harshly pulling his arms behind his back. 

The demon was too busy dwelling in the pain on his shoulder to notice the way the angels went stiff and bowed at a figure walking closer. 

His eyes shot open when someone caught his chin and forced their head up to look at them. A mask with words scribbled all over it with a hood stared back at him.

Long, cold fingers held his jaw with a bruising hold. An intense masked gaze fixed on the horned creature, examining his face by moving it this side and that before humming amused when the demon squirmed trying to throw their hands off him. 

A deity in their ceremonial robes, the demon quickly recognized.

He locked eyes with the god, ignoring entirely the buildings and winged people flying around that gave away he was on holy grounds, before he tried to whisper. 

Immediately, a long finger adorned with gold rings was placed over his lips, hearing the masked one click their tongue at him. 

“You’re opening your mouth. Do you want me to demonstrate why that’s a terrible idea, demon?” they threatened, pressing their fingers tighter and puffing the demon´s cheeks, marked with two elongated lines under his eyes as if simbolizing tears. 

This caught the masked god´s attention and wanting to satisfy their curiosity, they pulled on the demon´s robes to reveal their chest. The demon tried to jerk away, but the soldiers quickly suffocated his thrashing as their god took a good look at the sigil carved on the demon´s chest.

“Oh? I had never seen one of your kind before. A human born…Aren’t you a bit rare, little pest?” His jaw worked, trying to get free, but that only made them press harder, cut the space between them “What treacherous deity allowed such an abhorrence to exist?” the deity asked him, pressing their fingers tighter and puffing his marked cheeks. They giggled at his insolence when he huffed in reply, before they turned to the woman behind him “Great catch, captain. This demon will do”

For what? The white demon naively thought to himself before he was shoved to his knees.

Suddenly his fur coat, that had protected him from the abrasive cold of such heights was ripped off him and tossed over the edge. Leaving him bare to the view of everyone.

He tried to jerk away and scream the curses bottling in his chest, but as soon as he opened his mouth leather wrapped around his head, gagging him. Then, he smelled iron and fire. His eyes blew wide in horror when he saw the captain of the angels pass an iron pole with something like a sigil on one end to the masked god. The heat radiating from the metal made it glow a bright orange, its light erasing everything else from the demon´s sight.

He struggled, then. He jerked away only to be pushed back into submission, one tight pull on his arm pinning him on place as the pain flared. Suddenly he fell when a feet pressed down on his neck, the struggle to avoid burning his face with the floor while trying not to choke taking every bit of his attention.

However, he heard the god´s words loud and clear.

“Your blood belongs to me now” 

The demon tried to look back at the god, trying to decipher what they meant when the burning hot brand pressed against his back, right between his shoulder blades.

The angels watched unshaken by the demon´s screaming and writhing as tears flooded his face.

The demon let out a weak sob as the iron was put away, peeling off the burnt skin with a gurgling sound as the smell of burnt meat filled his senses. The demon was pulled up again, the dazzling pain on his shoulder was absolutely forgotten by how his muscles tensed around the brand before being forced to walk on a floor that burnt the soles of his feet. The bright black of his blood making footprints over the white marble floor.

The demon couldn’t listen to the conversations unfolding as he was forced to walk on what felt like heated coal, each step burning more than the last.

If he hadn’t let his guard down at the forest.

If he only had heard the flapping wings coming his way from above as he ate the deer’s leftovers on the way back home.

If he had been more careful, ran faster or just didn’t freeze when he saw the extended pairs of wings battering him down to then pull him up into the clouds in seconds, none of that would have happened.

Surrounded by the void among clouds and soldiers keeping his head down, escaping was but a fantasy. So he could just whine and comply trying to hide his tears from the angels mocking his frustrated sobs.

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Demon Angel AU: Prologue

I do not know linear timelines forgive me. This is a sad heavy one, but I will call it the prologue for the Demon angel AU.

Wanted to make it for @whumptober2020 day 25 “disorientated” so there.

CW// hypothermia, child abandonment, child death (revives), implied human trafficking and noncon, parental death, awful parents and childbirth. Ask for summary if you need it!

Taglist: @as-a-matter-of-whump @orchidscript @haro-whumps @giggly-evil-puppy​​ @grizzlie70​ @rosesareviolentlyread

The night he was born, snow fell silently as a silver string coming from the window of an old barn illuminated the sweaty forhead of a woman. The woman, who he should have called mother, was the second lover of a man who gave her no love, but gave her the mercy to hold her bastardous son once. The man had walked inside to find a healthy boy. The man untangled the cloth wrapped around him as careful hands held his head, feeling a fuzz of white that should´ve grown to be silver, just like his mother’s.

A rarity the man´s uncle got from a market in a faraway land and brought to his nephew as gift.

White like the snow, with petal lips pouty and slighty open. He would’ve been a quiet boy, the man could tell. So silent and behaved while laid on his mother’s chest. The man who was his father, held the woman with silver hair on his arms as she passed away, her baby boy on her arms hearing her hum a lullaby that ever so slowly melted with the quietness of the world outside, slowly covering the world with a white blanket.

His wife couldn’t find the fruit of his crimes.

So the baby boy, barely hours old, was wrapped in blankets, put on a basket in his sleep and taken outside by his father. Held tightly on one hand as the bulky man entered the woods.

The man walked and walked, trying to not panic each time he felt he couldn’t make out the road back home and sighing relieved when he saw the familiar trees with the carved sigils marking the way. As he walked, every so often he looked down to see the baby on his basket. He would remember later the color of his eyes were like a wild fire, getting lost in them and having to shake his thoughts away and focus on the road ahead.

As the snow crunched under his feet, the man halted to a stop when he found the circle of trees, marking the center of the forest where no one would hear his cries, and put down the basket on the ground.

The man then left and went back to bury the woman with silver skin, praying he wouldn’t be cursed as he laid with his wife.

The cruelty of humans never stopped amusing the creature who roamed her lands that they naively called theirs. Her long hairs and the bottles around her waist swinged at every step, as she walked back to her home deeper inside the woods when a lonely soul cried in the middle of her circle. Her face was peeled off to the bone. Only leaving the horned skull with blue flames as eyes.

She was not a deity nor a demon. In the humans narrow vision of the world, she was life and death and nature encarnated. One of many that no longer existed. An Ancient who recalled how the woods had only been a careless seed planted on the ground by mere accident and now extended for miles and miles over the hill and into the mountain separating her realm to the human’s.

Much like the offering placed accidentally on her circle.

The moon bathed the body of a boy who was giving his last cries. Too cold, too young to hold out on his own, but even then, had stubborn red eyes that glared back at her, wishing to live with burning passion.

The ancient cackled and her chest of thick black fur heaved with laughter that came as wind.

Only a few humans would spit on death’s door, and this young, barely even a night old, human was ready to fight it.

The ancient passed a hand over the boy’s cheek, so cold already, and then dipped into his fortune as she sang her questions to the stars above. She sang giving him warmth with her human hands, elongated and too thin, but so warm the boy leaned on to them before she looked down to find the same fire still burning on his eyes.

“Misfortune has smiled upon you since the day you were born, boy. It will continue to do so for as long as you live. But you will fight it with the same fire I saw on your eyes tonight. Fearing threats worse than death and finding the warmth you couldn’t find in your human peers, but you will not do so alone. Fate has prepared you to find whoever will accompany you at the hardest times, when you will need them, and they will need you, the most” the Ancient whispered “However, for new beginnings there’s an end, my boy” she said as the boy’s cries lost power, became whispers, as his eyelids, with thick white eyelashes, slipped closed and silence reigned on her lands once more. “Your mother spoke her last wish to me, to let you know your name” the Ancient said as she plucked out a splinter from each the tree that made her circle and placed them eight of them on the boy’s hands and chest, right above the heart. “You’re not the first to be brought to my woods, but even if misfortune smiled upon you, her sister, fortune, granted you the rare gift not many are graced with. You will live to hear your name” she said as she let the moon bathe his skin.

The splinters merged with his body in seconds, and the heart beat that had been gone, the unmoving boy inside the basket cried again when the Ancient cradled him on her arms, covering him with her own warm cloak, feeling the little bump on his spine under the blankets and how his ears curved and pointed outwards. His fangs and horns wouldn´t grow yet, but the stripes on his cheeks marked him as inhuman already.

A certain type of demon would be born of such a ritual, not too strong like the demons the Elder of the demons made, but simple demons who carried the desires of their past lives and transformed the frustrations of such into their power. Essentially granting them what they wished for if they abandoned their humanity. The albino was too young to know the price he paid, but he wouldn’t ever had it otherwise.

“Tonight I took a voice from the lost souls singing their pleas and wishes inside my woods” the Ancient told the baby boy lifting his tiny hand to touch the skull face. Her amused hum made him smile, it would take years to hear him say thank you, “And tonight you were given a name you shall protect from granting the wicked to call you by. You will learn, my sweet boy, that a name holds power over the one who bares it. So cherish and protect what was given to you, Albus”

The ancient felt five tiny fingers clenching around her finger, a laughter she would hear for the next 18 years of her life making company to the humming of far older songs than herself as she walked through her woods. Always having the little white demon trailing behind her, hurrying up to hold his Anshe’s hand.

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Demon Angel Au: Fallen

Immediate follow up to this .

Summary: The demon fulfills his promise to the angel after they fall to earth. The angel discovers his companion´s ability, some of his past and learns how easily readable his moods are thanks to a twitchy tail as the demon learns Sann will try everything even if it´s eating raw fish.

CW// demon, angel and wing whump, broken bones, implied branding, blood, murder mention, concussion, scars, conditioning and magic whump.

Taglist: @as-a-matter-of-whump @orchidscript @haro-whumps @giggly-evil-puppy​ @grizzlie70 @rosesareviolentlyread ​

The demon snapped awake surrounded by tall grass and hearing a loud ring in his ears. He remembered falling, losing consciousness in someone’s arms…He turned around slowly but didnt find the angel anywhere near. Groaning, he rolled over and with difficulty, stood up on shaky legs. Wincing at how his ribs moved funny and constricted his breathing, he lifted his shirt and poked the bruise growing on his side.

His head pounded as he walked through the path of brought down weed back into the forest.

“Angel?” He whispered as he stumbled forward. Sticky black blood covering one side of his face and blurring his sight. He tried wiping his face, but the blood just kept pouring. He leaned on a tree and cut the rope binding his tail to one of his legs, gasping at the sudden liberty and extra balance. Peeling himself from the tree, he followed a trail of bloody feathers. “Angel, where are you?”

Struggling with pulling air into his lungs and snarling curses under his breath, he entered the woods callig the angel’s name in whispers. The sound of a frantic, powerful river grew stronger and even with the buzzing trying to silence the world around him, the demon heard wings flapping.

A broken sad sound of desperation made him turn with a wince and there he was.

“Sann?”

The angel was sitting next to the river on a rock, his wings laid flat on the ground, three of them twisted broken. Bald spots already bruising under the coat of red.

“Y-Yeah?” Sann made an effort to turn face the demon and winced clutching his arm tight. That’s when the demon saw it, hanging limply and bloody on his lap. “Are you alright?” He asked with sweat and dirt coating his face.

The demon’s eyes shot up to lock red on gray, bewildered by the question. The angel had protected him from the fall with his own body and taken most of the damage and was asking him if he was alright?

The demon stepped forward without thinking, getting close and feeling the rounded rocks give underneath him. A need to help him and smack him swarming him, but it stopped when Sann paddled backwards, cowering from the demon.

“WAIT!” The demon stopped at his shouting and heaving “You’re bleeding”

Ah.

His hand went immediatly to his head and turned back coated in black. He all but fell to his knees next to the river and clumsily splashed water over his face. Black stripes dilluting with the current as he ripped a side of the black shirt they had made him wear since the first day to wrap it around his forehead.

Then he crawled closer, watching how the fallen wings panickedly puffed up as their owner curled forward on himself.

“Im clean, yeah? I can’t hurt you” he said basically sitting by his knees. The incessant pounding of his head was making it hard to concentrate but he pulled through.

That close to the angel he could see the wide bruises on his legs and the multiple cuts on his cheeks.

“…Not more than I already did at least,” he wetted his lips and looked up to find gray eyes staring back. “Let me see that wound, Sann” The demon asked, an indescribable feeling running through the angel´s body when he called him by his given name.

Names held power over their barer, so when the demon spoke, the angel’s reflex was to obey. It took him a second to realize he had extended his arm for the demon to examine.

“I-It’s fine” Sann said, taking his arm back.

“It’s broken”

“It is, but, I can heal myself. I just, just…I just needed some time”

“Time?” The demon asked with an eyebrow up “What are you waiting for?”

The angel pressed his lips tighter together, eyes straying to the arm on his lap. Feeling the pull of the muscles on his back as his wings curled forward instinctively. Trying to make a cocoon that protected him from harm.

“I am not allowed to heal myself without permission from my… I-I would be breaking the rules,” the angel looked up to find the demon’s frown turning into a wide smile that became laughter. Genuine amused laughter that made him puff his wings in embarrassment.

After a few seconds the demon stilled and passed a hand over his abdomen, pressing hard on his broken ribs as his breathing stabilized. His head felt a little bit too light and suddenly he was relieved he was on his knees.

“Im sorry, Im sorry. I didn’t think you were serious,” He giggled some more, his head falling to a side when it felt too heavy to keep up. The world was getting darker around the corners, but he pressed on his head. More worried from leaking into the angel than the way it was getting hard to inhale. “I think those rules don’t apply to you anymore”

Sann stayed quiet. The smile in the demon’s face dissipated when he realized what that meant. He breathed out long, before setting one hand on the angel’s knee, gray teary eyes looked back at him.

His head throbbed and was puncturing in eight different places, making his world blur around the edges, but he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and spoke.

“I cant believe Im saying this to an angel, but thank you. For saving me,” he tried to smile as he said so, aiming to get the angel to imitate him, and getting only a week smile that didnt even dimple his cheeks. “I owe you my life. What you just did…that was more than I ever thought…I never thought, something like that…” The angel watched the demon slump against his knees. “Ugh…”

Sann could see the blood staining the cloth wrapped around his head. An inky black instead of his bright red. He knew, by healing some of the soldiers, that forehead injuries bled lots, maybe that was where his shaking came from.

A thick tear of black blood went rolling down the side of his head as he closed his eyes and leaned slightly into the angel’s knees.

“Not the time to sleep…” the angel heard him say through labored breathing.

He couldn´t hold himself and pulled up his hand to heal the wound when the demon slumped slightly on his lap, getting a wince out of the demon as the horn grew back. The demon’s red eyes nailed on him when he turned his head to look up. He took a deep breath and straightened.

“Ah, much better,” he said smiling softly.

Sann watched him take off the cloth off, tossing it far from them to turn back and continue. The shaking didn’t completely stop, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Angel, I don’t know what you’re going through right now, but right now it’s not the time to worry about rules.” the angel’s wings shuddered “I wish there was more time for you to figure it out, but if you don’t fix your wings right now, this…sacrifice you made, will be meaningless,” the angel seemed to understand his words and snapped his head back to the sky. They were still very far away, but soon, they would be down there to take them back.

The demon gently pulled the angel’s face to stare at him.

“You wanted to fly didn’t you? Then fly away from here” the demon jerked his jaw on the tallgrass valley direction and the angel followed the motion, letting his eyes fall on the flash of green in the distance “You earned that right. You gave me another chance, so I’ll pay in full. I know of a few places you will love to get those wings to work where they won’t find us”

The angel had paid close attention to his words and slowly let out air he didnt know was holding.

“Did I do the right thing?” Sann asked with tears on his eyes.

“I don’t know. You’re the only one who can decide that. But if you ask me…You did”

The angel did smile this time and the demon felt his heart thrum loud and his ears get hot. He shook the feeling away when the angel breathed in and tried to relax.

“I… need your help with something, actually” Sann said in a wheeze.

As Sann instructed, and after he healed his dislocated, broken arm, the demon stood up and held the broken wings, one by one, seeing how a little tremor of light, engulfed them and feathers began to grow back, pushing some forward and making them fall to the ground. The angel winced as the bones twisted back in place, biting down his screams.

At the last twist and crack of his wings, he pulled them up. Stretched them, making white feathers occupy the demon’s whole sight.

Thump, thump, thump.

Breathless, Sann turned at the banging sound on the floor. Parting one of his wings to find the demon’s jaw on the floor and staring at his wings while his tail swung from side to side, knocking excitedly on the floor.

Sann felt a warmth expand over his chest at the delight of the demon. Something other than just relief that he had caught him on time forming part of that. He pulled his wings closer to himself and turned to the demon, a hand already extended for him to take.

“Let’s go”

Without hesitation, the angel took it.

[albino-whumpee]

Demon Angel AU: A frozen heart

I polished this one a bit for a super late day 1 of @summer-of-whump “freezing”

I will be posting this one on the other blog soon too!

Hope you like it!

Taglist: @orchidscript @giggly-evil-puppy @haro-whumps @as-a-matter-of-whump @whump-tr0pes @grizzlie70 @rosesareviolentlyread

CW// Hypothermia, magic whump, major character death (temporary), demon whumpee, angel caretaker, aftermath of torture, angst, blood and situational whump.

When the harvest season ended, the humans went back to their homes and the world withered as it began to be covered in a carpet of snow, it was announced with a freezing chill up his spine that he was running out of time.

They had been traveling for months now. Nightmares from that night lingered vaguely on the back of Sann’s mind, not strong enough to frighten him about his companion any longer. The demon however, wouldn’t be capable of hiding his secret much longer.

The first chill was small, a warning. A breeze that carried the promise of blowing stronger the longer he walked. He kept silent about it, but his pace grew quicker and quicker as the chilling was enough to make him shake.

In the last nights the pair would settle down to sleep, the angel pulled him close and covered him with his wings. Maybe it was his healing what soothed the shaking into stillness, or simply his warmth, but it wasn’t enough and so, the angel would flop in the ground, exhausted from nonstop walking, only to forcefully lift himself when the demon rushed forward.

At the setting of the second day, a shiver ran down the demon’s back and stopped him dead on his tracks. When he saw it, Sann jumped to scan their surroundings.

“Are we being followed?” The angel asked, the sharpened knife made from his own horns in hand. Wielded tightly over his chest, expecting for a group of humans or hounds to jump out of the thick woods at any moment and attack them.

“I won´t make it on time” the angel heard him say in a broken whisper.

“What?” He turned to face him without a chance of scanning the bushes for threats, noticing instead the haunted look on Albus´ face as the hood slipped off his head when he began to run. “Al?!”

The demon had made them new clothes to wear and was terribly insistent in making boots for the angel, worrying about if it was insulating enough and provided enough coverage of the ground. The angel didn’t need to ask why his friend had such insistence in wearing thicker shoes than he did. He remembered well enough the color they took when he danced for the gods. Besides, if their objective was the underworld, such measures weren’t overly exaggerated. The angel thanked such a gift as he tried to follow him through the harsh terrain that surely must have hurt the bare feet of the demon again, yet didn’t seem to be enough to stop him.

The reason for the rush of his companion being simple eagerness to get to the woods of his Anshe as quickly as possible crossed the angel´s mind. He had said he was excited about seeing her again after so long, to show him the place he grew up on, but it wasn´t until Sann began to trot behind the now sprinting demon that he noticed something was terribly wrong.

“Al, slow down! What ’s wrong?” Sann shouted, trying to follow him through the rocky road slowly being covered in snow. The last bits of twilight illuminated their way to let him catch how the demon’s tail swung wildly, trying to find balance in a floor that turned slippery by the second with the falling snow.

“Al! Stop! Wait!” Sann kept calling without an answer.

The demon didn´t seem to hear him and didn´t stop despite crashing into trees or drifting and falling on his knees before desperately pulling himself back up and kept on running. So Sann opted for another approach.

His wings lifted him off the ground and with a strong push forward, he caught the demon by the shoulders and pinned him with a dry thud into the trunk of a tree, ripping a surprised yelp out of him.

In between pants the angel looked at him, “I said stop” the angel snarled, swallowing to settle his drumming heart while locking red, terrified eyes with his “What´s wrong?”

The demon took shallow breaths, trying to not panic when looking beyond him, at the woods direction and realizing he could smell his home, but it was nonetheless out of his reach.

The demon shook his head “We are not there yet!” Albus revolved, trying to break free before Sann squeezed his shoulders.

“Albus!” The angel shouted, making the demon flinch. Seeing him stiffen underneath him, Sann let go, lifting his hands in surrender “Listen to me, relax. Where do you have to go?”

The demon pressed his back further into the tree, his nose filling with the smell of pine when chewing his lip.

“I didn´t know it was today” the words rolled out his tongue with ease “I- I´ve gotta get there before the sun sets”

“Why? Where?”

The demon whined in exasperation, looking at the darkening clouds above them blocking his view of the sun’s position. He began to pant quicker when another shiver crossed his body. Stronger this time “The c-circle” he said, eyes widening at the force with which his teeth chattered. Freezing cold swept him over as he clenched his jaw and peeled himself off to take long strides.

Sann caught his arm, but Albus shook him off.

“I, I d-don’t have ti-time for this, Sann!” He yelled, showing his fangs a little before hugging himself trying to keep his body warm and walking further into the woods.

“Why not? What´s the hurry?” Sann asked following behind noticing his stumble and tail falling limp behind him “Al!” he yelled, catching his wrist “Please. I can carry us wherever you want, remember?” he squeezed, releasing it after a second, seeing Albus frown unfold, “You can tell me what’s wrong in the way” he said, extending his hand for him to take.

Albus looked at him for a long moment, eyes moving from the woods that extended over the mountains to Sann’s face, before moving back to look up at the sky. As the darkness of the night began to cover them, he stopped walking to take his hand.

“You’re freezing!” Sann jumped, alerted by the coldness in his thin fingers.

Selflessly, the angel quickly took off his own cloak and wrapped the demon on it. He had no way of knowing that wouldn´t help much, but Albus tried to focus on the warmth of it over his back, pushing himself to say it.

“Sann, in a few minutes I won´t be able to talk with you” he admitted, controlling the shivering as much as he could. The angel frowned and opened his mouth, but Albus interrupted him “Please, listen to me. I won´t be able to explain when I turn back, so please…listen” he said in a laboured huff, watching him frown in confusion as he swallowed “I am a human born. I wasn´t born a demon and that means, one night every year, I turn human again” he explained, slurring the words as a violent tremble took over him and his tail slowly began to dissipate in thin air.

Rendered speechless, Sann watched his horns begin to dissipate too.

“But my human body wasn´t alive when I became a demon. So I have to…” he breathed in a shaky breath, “I have to remake the ritual to become a demon every year. U-u-using wood from my Anshe´s trees before midnight”

“And what happens if you don´t?” Sann asked, noticing he got colder faster than he could warm him. Terrified of his silence when he watched his ears round up and his claws disappeared, Albus simply smiled back at him. The marks on his cheeks lifted up like dust as Sann´s heart sank.

“I live in a borrowed body, and every year, I pay for a little more time” Albus explained, falling to his knees when he gave in to the violent shivers rattling his body.

He could hear the soft sizzles of Sann trying to speak, trying to ask him more questions as he always did, but the spell he had casted over them both when they fell to Earth, when he was caught by the soldiers, that allowed them to understand the human language and each other, wore off.

Sann cupped his face and the air sizzled with what he supposed was Sann asking him what to do “I´m sorry… I don´t understand you” he whispered back, finding it hard to keep the cold air in his chest, before Sann realized talking was useless “I´m sorry…”

For a moment there was only silence and the soft breezes that sent chills up his spine, only making his body colder and colder as snow fell over their heads and tangled up in their hair. But a moment later, there was warmth.

Sann covered him with the hood of his cloak and pulled him closer to his chest, wrapping him in his wings and giving him enough warmth to stay conscious for a little more. Then, Sann drew something on the snow. It took his drowsy brain a second to understand it was a compass.

His mind fought the numbness of his fingers to point out a direction, battling the violent trembles so Sann´s grip on him wouldn’t weaken when he flew off. The breeze of flying brought back the memory of when he was a child.

The very first time he had felt those chills and had ran to his Anshe as fat tears rolled down his cheeks. He remembered his limbs growing heavier as he tried to run, strength lifting off him as he got lost in the woods, imploring for her to find him before the cold made him fall over and curl not himself in crying desperation.

That time his Anshe had come flying to aid him when he was too weak to cry anymore. He barely had even felt her lifting him off the ground to carry him back to the circle of trees to carry out the ritual.

He knew over and over again, he would exhale one last breath before gasping back awake, body swarming with his Anshe’s warm embrace as he regained sensation.

Looking back on it, the demon fighting to keep his eyes open with blue lips leaning on the angel’s chest thought that was the only time he saw Anshe cry.

The world soon became a blur that only threw warnings to his brain that he was freezing, too numb to move. Desperately, sending signals that he needed to keep himself awake and moving, but he felt so heavy, and it was so hard to breathe, and he was sure Sann was screaming something at him too, but when he tried to open his eyes, his eyelids were too heavy and only fluttered before he gave up.

He was so sleepy…

When he quickly began to lose the sensation of Sann´s hands on his face, of his arms carrying him somewhere, the world seemed to be quieter, slowed down and suddenly, strangely warm.

He recognized the sensation and buried his face closer to Sann´s chest, hoping to catch the smallest warmth of it. That warmth after freezing, was a sensation deeply ingrained in his memory that he had always tried to make sure not to feel again.

He had managed, learning the hard way the first time without his Anshe. When he had grabbed enough wood from the trees that granted life and kept it on his clothes, close to his heart, above the seal on his chest and on his pockets just as she had told him to, so if he fell unconscious during his travels, the ritual would still carry on.

“Anshe…”

Right before Albus lost consciousness in his withering human body, the wind carried his muttered call for help to the ears of the ancient being patrolling her woods. The ancient then turned on her steps to aid once more, the albino boy who refused to join the song lost souls sang in her forest every night.

-

“Al! Albus! Albus please wake up!” The angel screamed, pushing his already tired wings to go faster. Barely avoiding the trees that were almost glued together and intertwined one over the other. “Al! Wake up! Wake up, please!” The angel screamed without response.

The boy in his arms labored, spaced out breathing was the only sign that he was indeed still alive. But the way only the fur on his clothes was warm injected even more adrenaline into the angel’s veins.

He darted his eyes around, scanning for anything that looked similar to Albus, but it was useless, there was nothing but trees and birds that flew away startled when he passed through cutting the air. He stopped abruptly when he only met a wall of stone covered on snow.

“Where am I supposed to go, Al?!” He shouted at the unconscious boy in his arms. Tears rolled down his cheeks when he got no response. He hugged him tighter then, hands glowing trying to stop the cold from finally freezing his heart “What am I supposed to do?” He sobbed.

As the snow began to cover his wings and time excruciatingly passed without him knowing where to go, the weight of loneliness began weighing him down.

At that moment, he realized he was completely alone and how little he really knew about the demon he held so tight in his arms. There were so many things he wanted to ask him and hadn’t had the chance to yet. There were so many things he wanted to know about him, about his culture, about the demons and their realm, about how he seemed to know so much angels and the person he had learned all of that from: Anshe.

He gasped in realization.

Names held power over the bearer, but he had said it was just the way he called her. Would it work just the same?

He looked down at him. A grim pale extending over him gave him the courage to drag air into his lungs.

“ANSHE!” He screamed. “ANSHE!” He continued screaming as he zoomed back into the woods, following a trail of roots without realizing the marks on the trees. “ANSHEEEEE” he yelled until his voice cracked.

He soon found himself in the quieter place in the woods, not a single bird chirp, nor a single frog croaked. The sudden silence seemed to swallow him whole, forcing him to stop in the middle of a clearing filled to the brim with snow.

More of his tears fell over the boy’s cheeks when he felt him breath so, so slowly he might as well had stopped breathing. Sann cradled him in his arms then and wailed.

“Please, don’t leave me” the young angel cried as his wings wrapped them in a cocoon. Light glowing intensely and leaking through the gaps of his wings, Illuminating them in such a way, they looked as a small sun, kneeling in the ground in the dead of night. “You still have to show me your realm, Albus. I-I want to learn more about you. I want to spend more time with you” he said in a choked sob “You can’t do this to me. Please don’t do this” the angel’s chest wobbled, swallowing through the lump on his throat “Wake up. Please wake up”

When Sann looked at him again, Albus face had relaxed. His blue lips hung slightly open and his chest didn’t go up again. Without resisting, tears flowed down helplessly as his frown deepened and slowly let out a shaky breath. Sann hugged him tighter and let himself cry, before shoving the bags off his face.

He looked as if he had just fallen asleep.

Sann exhaled a long breath before pressing his lips to his forehead. No burn appearing made his heart clutch tighter in his chest.

“Albus…” he called, cupping his face in his hand as a soft breeze blew, carrying the sound of steps.

Sann felt nothing. Suddenly he wasn’t worried about the humans that might had been pursuing them or had heard him call for help. He let the cocoon of feathers unfold before him exactly the moment a ray of moonlight shone through the treetops. No longer caring if he was captured.

His mind was completely blank as the steps grew closer. He only nuzzled the boy’s face in grieving longing as the last step sounded right behind him.

“I heard your call, angel” a soft voice told him while setting one giant hand over his shoulder. His frowned tightened and with tear stained cheeks, he turned to face an skull with glowing empty sockets. “Thank you for bringing back my child. You made a good job finding this place all on your own” she said in a warm voice. However, Sann was aghast, completely lost in her eyes. Their glow so dim and calming he couldn’t move at all as she reached down to stroke Albus face. “Welcome back home, Albus”

“Anshe..?” The angel’s tongue rolled out the words as the skull nodded.

He watched her stretch her long, ebony black limbs to pick up Albus and then cradle him into her chest before she walked to the middle of the clearing and gently put him down, pulling his stiff arms over his chest and forcing his hands open before pulling off the hood and roughly sewn shirt as Sann stood up to follow her.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, he is already…” his voice cracked.

“Still alive, dear child of the skies” she declared, picking a bottle from the belt hanging off her hip and pulling out what seemed to be chips of wood.

“What?”

“Younglings like you are always rushing. Time goes so fast in your lives, you barely can afford to enjoy it as it passes. Always wanting to stop time, when the beauty stands in letting it be” a soft giggle permeated Sann’s ears as she drew a seal on Albus’ face and palms in rich red. “Albus himself refuses to let it catch up to him. My reckless son…has the stars given up on their curse over you?” She sweetly said.

“Come forth, child. I want to see you” Sann doubted moving for a second, but his feet pulled him closer to her long, clawed fingers. She examined him for a moment. Fingertips gently holding his chin in place when she hummed “So it was you the stars told me about. The path of your choices took you to indescribable horrors, I can see, but will take you to a rightful peace you would not found in any other road. Thank you” she looked back at the body laid over the snow. Unmoving and gray under the shiny moonlight, “His fate was sealed before he stepped into life, however, I’m glad it was you, Sann, The fallen angel, who met him in the darkest time” she said in genuine gratitude.

“How do you-?”

“I have known your creator for longer than this mountains have stood. Curious one. Shame they despise to be proven wrong. Knowing that temperamental child, they should be around the thirty…thirty third? Companion. So, “Sann” is simply written all over your face, dear”

Sann chewed on his lip before looking back at Albus. The hole on his heart growing bigger at the sole sight of him laid on the floor getting slowly covered in snowflakes.

“He is gone”

“He has always come back. Today is not an exception, Sann” she reassured him without looking back at him “A simple demon who has not lived even a blink of what I have, gave me the name you called me by. How graceless, to have the audacity to name me” as she spoke the moonlight fell over them and Anshe pulled away, putting an arm over Sann’s chest “I can not lie I’ve taken a liking to such a name. Enough to make it mine” she said, eyes nailed on the boy whose chest puffed as he gasped for air and then twisted in pain.

“Albus!” Sann shouted, finding Anshe’s arm on his way “Please, move!”

“It’s not over yet. Don’t interrupt if you care, angel” Sann’s eyes slid back to now a screaming Albus.

“Al!” The angel revolted, but Anshe kept him in place.

“Do not. He will definitely join the lost souls if you touch him” Sann froze and let out a frustrated whine as he watched Albus curl and twist into himself, growling and screaming into the ground as if something was burning him alive.

The thousand voices came back and whispered Sann’s name. Calling for him in all directions, but when Sann turned around to find the moonlight dimmed drastically and pulled everything into shadows. His legs began shaking when he noticed the thousand black figures hiding behind the trees with big white eyes and sharp teeth, mocking from the top of trees and and under his own shadow, stretching their small hands to reach for him, whispering unintelligible things that made Sann’s senses burst, unsettled. Panic overtook him when he felt a shadow grasp on his pants and began climbing up his leg.

His knees and wings locked, however, making them completely useless. He wouldn’t budge even if the desperation of escaping to safety made his ears rang along the cacophony of sounds melting into Albus’ hollering.

With one last wail, the shadows vanished and when Sann looked up, horns bursted through the demon´s forehead while a tail ripped his clothes. Nails grew larger and larger, scratching the snow below him before he spit out fetid red blood that slowly turned black when a pair of teeth fell into it and dissolved.

Hewhipped his torso back, face up at the moon. As soon as his eyes opened, the marks on his cheeks appeared again, ever so slowly before he fell backwards into the snow. 

Sann pushed the ancient´s arms away and rushed to collect him in his arms, rushedly covering him with his own cloak yet again.

“Albus, Albus!” The angel said stroking the demon’s face harshly, noticing the warmth spreading through his cheeks and into his figners, painting his cheeks a furious red as Albus opened his eyes.

A soft exhale left his lips, but inside his head, Sann could feel his soothing voice calling for him. Calling him by his name.

Not able to hold back any longer, Sann pulled him into a tight hug and cried into his chest. When Albus passed an arm over his neck and nuzzled his face the angel wailed harder, chest wobbling with his sobs.

Anshe kneeled next to them and Albus small hand wrapped around hers as a smile formed on his face.

“Welcome back, Albus” she said squeezing his hand.

[albino-whumpee]

Demon Angel AU: In the run

Taglist: @as-a-matter-of-whump @orchidscript @haro-whumps @giggly-evil-puppy​ @grizzlie70 @rosesareviolentlyread ​

CW// demon, angel and wing whump, broken bones, implied branding, blood, gutting fish (explicit), murder mention, mind control, scars, conditioning and magic whump.

After running away, down the river into the deepest parts of the woods, they found a clear meadow with enough space for the angel to test his wings. He had shot up the second he saw it, and even if slightly blurry, the demon could see the troubled expression he wore began to slowly unfold the longer he filed. He watched him do his tricks, convincing him that they should move further to the south after he was done. Masterfully flying to the top, turning and spiralling in mid air to flop to the ground and soar all over again.

It was almost hypnotizing.

The demon laid there for a while, just watching the angel fly, enjoying the breeze and the grass grazing his skin. Instinctively he dug his toes into the dirt and rocks below, an indescribable happiness flooding him with the knowledge that he was in fact, back on the ground.

Except for the burn scar on his back that supposedly marked him as sacrifice, there was not a trace left of the pain of sacred metal against his skin, but a fine black mark on his wrists and ankles stayed. 

“I knew he was powerful, but this is just a little too much, isn’t it?” He talked to himself, lifting a hand to touch the horn the angel had grown back for him. Despite the initial pain, it was just as if nothing had happened.

Except a lot had happened. 

The angel carelessly flying away, had fallen into the human world carrying a demon supposed to be a sacrifice, and knew exactly nothing of how to survive in the forest by himself.

The demon couldn’t blame him. His primal worries were serving, not surviving.

So the angel followed him around watching him do everything.

From helping him gather wood and carrying it to a cave close to the river, to tweak branches of highgrass and place leaves over a bed of softer branches and leaves to make a bed, to gather rocks and start a bonfire explaining how to identify wood that didnt produce too much smoke.

He observed attentively and learnt quickly as he tried it himself. The gleam of interest on his eyes was genuine, as well. The demon guessed he couldnt just leave him alone yet either. They didn’t know when soldiers would come for them, so they had to be very careful and move quickly. 

At sunset, they caught fish at the river and took it back to their camp and naturally, the demon simply digged his fangs into it. Joy evident to the angel when he started to swoosh his tail and happily drum on the ground. Despite a fondness growing inside him at the demon’s antics, Sann simply kept staring at the fish on his hands.

After a good two minutes of staring at his fish with a tight frown and trying to bite down on it, only to stop midair to reconsider and repeat that cycle over and over, the demon sighed.

“Gimme that” he said extending his hand as he picked a stick from the ground. He stabbed the fish with one of his nails and cut it open to Sann’s little barf as the demon put all the insides in his mouth and munched them up, before he impaled the fish and set it next to the fire. “You just gotta wait a while until it cooks, yeah?”

“Oh, thanks…I´m sorry, I just have never eaten something…raw before. Other than fruits, at least,” Sann said, watching the demon continue to eat his fish raw “You seem to know how to handle yourself out here”

“Well, you learn a thing or two when you live alone. Dont worry I´ll help you out until you learn to do it on your own”

“Did you live alone?” The angel asked.

“Well, not alone. Not all the time. I had my Anshe back at the forest. She taught me almost all I know, before I left to the demon realm a few years ago”

“Anshe is your god?” Sann asked doubting if it was the right word. He didnt know much about demons after all.

Sann didn’t know much about anything actually. His god had told him the human world was cruel and gray and with nothing important or beautiful to see, but from what he had seen, the human world had many things he had yet to discover.

The demon seemed to understand that ignorance wasn´t the angel´s fault.

“No, she uh, Anshe’s more like my mother”

“Mother? Didnt only humans have mothers?”

The demon bit his lip, trying to find a way to explain to the angel. But gave up on large explanations.

“Yeah” he said with a forced smile and eyes fixed on the fire “Your fish is ready. It’s hot so be-“ he burst into laughter as Sann bit and huffed with his burnt tongue. After the angel shot him a glare, he finally stopped laughing. “…Mother is just another name for her. As she forgot her real one, she doesn’t mind. But I almost never use it, so I call her Anshe and she calls me by my name”

Sann put the half bitten fish on his lap and looked at the demon softly smiling at the bonfire, entranced in memories that made him do his happy thumps.

“That reminds me, you never told me your name” Sann said as the other’s excited swoosh of his tail slowed down to a stop.

Crimson eyes fixed on gray in complete silence. A gaze freezing like ice looked back at him before his eyes strayed away.

The demon’s tail swooshed. Not in irritation of excitement, but shyness.

“You told me yours so I must tell you mine. Right. That was the deal…” he whispered under his breath, Sann having to lean on to hear him. When the demon looked back up he had a calmer look on his eyes even if he had a frown “Ok angel, some demon etiquette you dont know for obvious reasons. You never tell just anyone your name. You dont know what things demons can do when they know your name”

Sann hummed in reply before a one sided grin got plastered on his face “oh? so what hidden intentions did you have when you offered me your name in exchange for mine?”

The river flowed strongly and the fire cracked, but, the demon kept staring back with a serious look until he sighed.

“Luckily for you, none, but you dont know who won’t be so kind, Sann” his voice was layered as if there were a few others speaking at the same time. A bad taste lingered in his mouth, suddenly too dry. “Thats why you gotta be careful” The absence of the other voices sent a shudder down his spine. Sann’s eyes moved to the demon’s tail. Swooshing nervously again as his cheeks flared up. “But you helped me, so Im gonna trust you will keep mine safe”

The angel nodded slowly before the demon sighed and leaned closer.

“My name’s Albus” he said, basically whispering it to his ear in a warm breath.

“Albus…” Sann repeated out loud, barely above a whisper to not set him off as Albus went back to his fish. “I’ll keep it safe, Al” the demon seemed to relax at the nickname. After a moment of consideration, Sann blinked before turning to the demon “Hm? Wait. If Im supposed to keep it hidden, why did you always ask me for it?”

“Who knows?” The demon grinned mischievously feeling a wing smack the back of his head. “Hey! What was that for?”

“For trying to thrall me to get out of the cell” Albus pouted as the angel munched on his fish.

“…Only the first month” he whispered before he gulped down the fish´s tail.

—

Deeper into the night, Sann settled over the leaf bed as Albus made guard. Attentive to any sound outside the cave, always relying more on his hearing than his blurry sight to identify the creatures roaming the woods.

He let his head lull back against the rock behind him. He was exhausted as well, but he wasnt gonna let anyone take him again. 

He looked up to find the vast night sky, closed his eyes to soak into the sounds of the forest, so similiar to his Anshe’s woods. He could hear the deer’s hooves crushing leaves, the sway of the trees when the northern wind blew, the river stream flowing incesantly and the flap of wings.

Too loud to be normal birds.

He snapped his eyes open to find shadows growing closer. Quickly he pulled dirt over the fire, pulling himself closer to the angel. His eyes fluttered and opened awake to find Albus´ hand covering his mouth.

“Quiet” Albus mouthed with eyes trained on the entrance of the cave. Immediately, at the familiar flap of wings rushing closer, Sann stopped breathing.

There was a mutter, a mumbling of inintelligible words, but by the tone and the shaking of something heavier and metallic, they were soldiers searching for them.

Sann put his hands around Albus arms, hand still clasped around his mouth when he heard a thunk. Someone landed right above them. 

“They couldn´t have gotten too far” a femenine voice pointed out.

Laughter. 

“They? I´m sure the demon has betrayed him already and left him to fend on his own. He might be a divine creation, but he was made to sing and look pretty, not to survive in foreign land” the masculine voice said. 

Albus held the impulse to click his tongue. One was enough trouble already, two? They could just hope they would go away without seeing them.

 “I would give up on finding the demon. We can catch another after we get the Lord´s pesky bird” the guy said as Albus let go of Sann and felt his heart sink, at the angel´s sulking, but perked his ears to hear more. 

“Don´t call him that, Bernaluz. He´s just a fallen who will receive his righteous punishment as soon as we bring him back home” the femenine voice said as Sann bit down a gasp. “Besides, we ought to bring the demon with us. The Seraphim´s lord orders”

“Oh? Last time their pretty angel refused to continue with the ceremony, they killed it themself. Do you think they will make their pretty bird kill the demon himself before resetting him, this time?”

They both heard a smack. 

“We don´t question the gods, bird brain”

“Alright, jeez. Calm down, Dedrys” the man said in a half laughter “Let´s see, what clues do we have?”

The demon stopped paying attention to their conversation, racking his brain back and forth when he stopped, upon feeling a hand over his. A set of gray eyes nailed on him with a mix of horror and worry. 

Albus turned his hand to hold the angel´s and squeeze it, Then leaned on to whisper directly into his ear “They gave me their names” he heard the huff of a grin “Stay quiet for me ok, Sann?” Albus backed away muttering something so low, Sann couldn´t hear what he was saying, looking at the cave´s entrance. Waiting. 

Sann jolted when he heard a dry thud right outside and then saw the white wings curling behind the golden armor of a brunette. One hand on the sword of his hip. 

His wings shuddered in panic when the soldier stayed still staring at them. His mind screaming at him to run. He opened his mouth to scream at Albus to move, that they needed to escape, but no sound came out. He was mute. 

He pulled back in panic, wanting to paddle away from the soldier walking closer, but Albus´ iron wrip on his wrist wouldn´t let him move. 

Sann saw him curve his spine, almost like a cat, swishing his tail slowly in warning. 

“Get away, Bernaluz”  The small demon snarled in a different set of voices than before. So many layers to it, they froze Sann´s attempts to get away, The angel noticed then the foggy looking soldier “ Your eyes fall upon an empty cave, but outside, they find trails that will guide you to finish your mission to the East, far into the meadows closer to the fog of the morning”

“Empty…” the man repeated in slurred words.

“Go away and tell Dedrys you found traces to your demon to the south-east and traces to your angel to the north-east” The layered whispers of the demon dissipated to hiss under his breath, his hair spiking up as he swished his tail more violently, baring his fangs “Go away, Bernaluz. Do what I command you!”

The soldier stayed still for a second, making the angel´s heart drum on his ears before he saw Bernaluz turn around and exit the cave perplexed. Just to moments later, hear a horn that got replies from three others. 

“TO THE EAST! THEY´VE RUN TO THE EAST” he shouted so loud Sann winced.

They waited for a while, hearing the distant flapping and the dry clamor of horns moving away until there was only silence. 

Both of them sighed. 

“You can talk Sann” 

Sann felt almost like his tongue was untangled. Watching the demon scurry to the entrance and take a careful peek outside. 

“What was that? How did you do that? Why couldn´t I talk?” the questions rolled out of his tongue as Albus helped him up. 

“Too many questions!” he groaned as he lead him outside by the hand and ran on the opposite direction to the angels “I will answer them but for now, we run” the demon said watching in every direction, avoiding trees and branches the angel had mere seconds to avoid himself “They think we´re separated which suits us like a damn glove. That will give us some time but our best bet is to stay lo-AHHH!!!” 

Albus kicked the air searching for the ground growing smaller and smaller as Sann lifted them up on his arms and with a strong pull, flew off. 

“WHAT ARE YOU-”

“You really don´t like heights huh?” Sann asked with a smug grin when Albus clung to him, his tail coiling around his leg. 

“PUT ME DOWN!!”

“Nope. Can´t do. We gotta get away fast, right?” the demon whined as reply, holding tight to him and trying to not look down. Burying his face on the angel´s chest “Pick a…town? Town, and I will drop us there” the angel said enjoying the wind going through his wings, mussing up his hair. It felt so good he almost gives in to the impulse to roll and curve. After a while of silence the angel looked down to his chest to see the demon silently staring at his wings “Hey, Albus? I promise this time I won´t let you fall. Not ever again, ok? Please, talk to me?”

“Please put me down. Please…” he said, the angel noticing the way his voice cracked. At that he took a deep breath and lowered, softening the fall by twisting the middle pair of wings and lifting up dust. The exact moment they landed the demon jumped away from him, hugging himself with his tail coiled around one leg.

The angel swallowed as he watched the demon begin to walk away. “W-wait!” He shouted gripping tight on his wrist. The demon tried to shake him off but when he didn’t succeed, he stayed still. Face turned away from the angel “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”

At the demon’s silence, Sann’s brain began storming reasons why Albus was that afraid of heights. It never occurred to the angel the reason wasn’t heights, but being gripped by an ankle or an arm and tossed around like a toy a few kilometers above the ground. How could he? The first demon he had ever seen was the one standing in front of him. He had never seen the thousands of rituals before.

“I’m really sorry, for scaring you” the angel said letting go of his hand. The demon took a moment, in which his tail swung irritated before he turned around.

“No, you moved quick. It was the smarter option to fly to gain distance too. I just-“ Albus’ lips pressed into a fine line before he sighed “we should take the quickest way to get out, just…” he interrupted himself at the seraphim’s twitching wings “give me a second”

The angel watched him try to calm himself for a moment. Seeing his thin frame rattle with nervousness and such small hands trying to sooth his way back into calm made him step forward. Slowly.

“A-Albus?” He called. The demon’s head turned to find the Seraphim closing the distance before he stretched out his hand. The albino looked at him and then at the hand and then back at him with a little frown “Will it be better if I ask? Always. I promise to never let you go”

Albus’ eyes widened and the tips of his ears painted a bright red. Stunned, Sann tilted his head with a playful smile as he extended his hand forward and smiled widely when the demon doubtfully set his hand over his.

“Let’s go slow” Sann told him as he let the demon find his way around him. Searching the best spot to grip to as Sann’ wings extended. He ultimately clung to him with a little yelp when Sann separated from the ground. Just a few centimeters before it slowly became meters as they moved forward. Going higher and higher seamlessly enough for the demon to dig his head up from the crook of the angel’s neck to look up at the scenery before them.

Albus has only seen the sunrise among the clouds through cold metal bars and an incessant burn, but now, with only the wind mussing up their hair and the warmth of the other boy dripping into him with his arms tightly wrapped around him, the demon’s eyes glowed in awe.

“This is what you always see?” The demon asked him, eyes falling on the wings rhythmically moving like a soft, slow dance; it’s music, the wind cutting through each feather. Albus turned red when he found a gentle face looking back at him, the dimples on his cheek back on again.

“Something like that” The angel replied. They could spot mountains in the distance already. Just small bumps in the horizon that would take at least an hour of flight to reach. 

“I can see why you love it” he simply said after a moment “But, don´t ever pull me up like that again, please”

“Alright”

“Thank you. Uh…I uh, don´t know where we are, but put me down when you see a town. Fly slightly to the West when you spot it. Not- Do not land on the town. I don´t wanna worry about humans right now”

“Got it. No town in sight so…”

Albus sighed on Sann´s arms. 

“Ask away. Seems it´s gonna be a long ride” 

In the excitement override of the angel he rolled in the air so Albus could basically sit and feel the wind on his face. The wonder on his face replacing the terror, as he saw the moon going down and down and wind mussing his hair, before he turned to flap his wings harder, was enough.

“A-Angel!” The other shouted digging his nails into his shoulders.

“Ah! Sorry!”

The angel asked and asked, for hours on end. The demon really didn’t mind, as long as the questions were things he could answer. Enjoying the ride wasn’t so bad either. It was absolutely different from the last time, too. The familiar smell of dirt, the sight of enormous forests and the sun’s warmth flooded his senses with calm as they flew to the Western woods, unknowing of the four pairs of horse hooves trailing behind them.

[albino-whumpee]

W.I.J DAY 1

INTRODUCTION

Hi! I´m Moya, I write and draw about people getting tortured on a regular basis after being informed that was not that strange of a thing, actually. 

Right now, I´m working and revising You came back a stranger, a pet whump series set on the BBU. If I had to define this series in a few words, it would be: “Nobody can be replaced...even if you pay for one” 

General CW are Human trafficking, modern slavery, pet whump, guilt, mutilation, sadistic whumper and dub/noncon. 

The demon angel AU explores the concept of Albus and Sann in a fantasy setting, where a seraphim who refuse to devote entirely to their god meets the demon he´s supposed to kill but instead runs away with. 

General CW are murder, blood, gore, slavery, conditioning, pet whump, fantasy whump, winged whump, angel and demon whump. 

Im also working on Scars for Redemption, a hero refuses to kill the defeated villain and takes him to safety, without knowing who that villain used to be and how hero´s sidekick will install fear in the powerless villain. 

Names are all provisional as of now, except for the villain´s. My baby boy, my sweet battery who saved himself, River.  :)

General CW are creepy whumper, pet whump, conditioning, deconditioning, sidekick whumper, whumper turned whumpee, emotional whump and hurt comfort. 

Mareland is my entirely self indulgent work about Salarien, an artifical human working under his creator, Rogue. A powerful magician who has kept captive another immortal magician for four millenia and the real owner of Salarien´s face.

General CW are slavery, conditioning, pet whump, gore, creepy whumper, dubcon, magic whump, nonhuman whumpee, skinning and captivity. 

I write snippets and scenarios of other series and you can find them here. 

My art is tagged with #illustration

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy your stay in my blog! Here´s some art, if you like. 

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WIJ day 13

I haven´t been active lately but I promise I´ve been working on my wips!! So using today´s prompt for @whumpmasinjuly I´ll be sharing a few snippets of the things I´m working on :)

TW// blood, murder, angel demon whump. 

It was normal to get dirty with blood when he needed meat to survive. 

It couldn't be helped, sometimes he had to kill to survive. 

In the silence of the early hours of the day, Albus looked up to see Sann perched on the top of a tree, his face twisting in horror at the direction they had come from. 

Of course, he was made to heal, not to kill. The demon thought as he knelt next to the river to wipe the blood off his arms and face. 

An angel who had spared a demon´s life wouldn´t ever think killing was justified if it was to survive.

TW// dehumanization, pet whump, conditioning, collars, dog attack, blood.

Everything hurt even more now.

The battery laid still over a puddle of its own blood hours after the dog’s owners had put them back on their leashes and ran off when the battery stopped moving. Even when it could feel its arms and legs punctured several times, the battery was somehow still alive.

The battery’s shaking hand passed over its neck, wet with drool and dirty puddle water, and found the collar ragged to shreds instead of its neck.

Somehow, Master had saved it, the battery thought to itself hours later, when it could gather enough strength to try and crawl back into a better hiding spot. The oozing blood from its wounds smearing on the ground as it dragged forward.

TW// pet´s death, 

“When I served my god, I used to have pet birds” as the words came out, the memories of ancient days courting a hooded god, resurged. “They didn´t last long. But were unique, beautiful birds with clipped wings”

“Humph, as expected of gods and their sick jokes” the demon blowed crossing his arms, the angel simply smiled.

“I didn´t know any better than to thank every gift I was given. Regardless of what they really meant”

The demon´s tail swished irritated behind him. “I´m sorry. I would punch that god of yours if I could”

“I would rather not have you meeting them at all” the seraphim laughed, before smoothing some of his feathers.

CW// human trafficking, slavery, dehumanization, sick whumpee, whump of a minor.

He could hardly pull any air into his lungs, so standing up and looking cute for anyone to buy him was completely out of the question. That was why he was laying on his side, half hidden by a mantle over his cage.

Undesirable and forgotten, he would never find a home or a master to belong to.

Between harsh pants and pained whines, he had already accepted his fate.

He could only hope it would take him quick and swiftly.

“What’s over here?” A childish voice cut through the air, forcing the slave’s eyes open to find gold shining over him. A halo of gold crowning the little boy crouching to get a better look of him “he looks tired”

[albino-whumpee]

Demon Angel AU: Looming

This is mostly fluff with a twist at the end. The next part should be Whumpier, but for now, timeline is set right before the Circus! Hope you like it!

Taglist:

@as-a-matter-of-whump @orchidscript @haro-whumps @giggly-evil-puppy @grizzlie70 @rosesareviolentlyread

CW// Some angst, implied past dubcon, implied Pet whump, recovery whump, mention of branding, self blaming, implied torture, non human whumpees, demon whump, accidental whump, blood, non sexual nudity and mind control. Ask to tag!

In a few weeks, the angel had learnt exactly how to start up a fire and cook his own meat, set up his own camp and how to set up a trap for small animals. It was small progress made while the demon kept an eye on the direction of the grasslands they had fallen the day of the ceremony.

The soldiers should have already seen through his spell and were already turning on their heels to find them. They were moving, but the demon knew they were at least two steps ahead. Despite the constant agitation in his mind, wondering what could happen if they were found by humans, Albus indulged Sann on his morning strolls.

It was a deal they made after Albus began slurring words and dark bags sprouted under his eyes. Sann would mount guard a few hours before sunrise so the demon could catch up some sleep.

Albus quickly understood it wasn´t just simple generosity on the seraphim´s behalf, which he perfectly knew was the angel´s nature, but it was too, an excuse to soar the sky and perch up on trees to watch the sunrise on a place that was so vastly different from home.

Like a kid learning there was far more than the town they grew up in, a sense of wonder permeated Sann´s every action. And just like a kid, there would be accidents.

It was basically routine now how Albus jumped completely awake a few minutes before sunrise. When he heard a dry thud right outside of the hollow tree trunk covered in a thick layer of leafs and tall grass to find Sann lifting himself off the floor covered in twigs.

The angel would have the nerve to smile shyly at him and ask for help to pull out a stick from under the mess of feathers that was his back. There was something in the way his cheeks dimpled that compelled him to always say yes.

“How do you even-?” Albus started pulling away a twig coiled right between the middle and third wings. Noticing now how the third pair was smaller, and so, far more knitted up and hard to pull things out from “How do you manage to get twigs this large stuck in there? Do you fly directly into trees or what?” he groaned pulling with both hands now.

“I can’t help it! I didn’t have to worry about trees up there! I don’t see- OUCH! WAIT! STOP, STOP!” Sann screamed an involuntary flap slapping Albus square in the face. Sann whipped his head back to find an Albus with his face red, his nose wrikling in annoyance, before a drop of black scurried down to his lip. The smile forming on his lips dropped as he jumped to stand “Oh gods, I´m sorry! I didn´t mean-”

“DON´T” he cut him off with palatable irritation in his voice, lifting his hand to stop the angel’s and wiping it off with the back of his hand “Don’t touch it” the demon whispered looking around for something to stop the bleeding.

He found the angel ripping off the side of his skirt and cautiously, Sann began to wipe his face clean “I’m sorry, that must have hurt” he said, settling a hand on his jaw to have a better grip while rubbing with a light touch.

The demon found himself lost in the touch. So warm and gentle, he didn’t notice how he leaned into his hand with eyes closed. Shooting them wide open and stepping back when he heard a breathy giggle. Embarrassment completely turning his face red as he saw the angel hood his wrist and clean the back of his hand too before, folding the piece of cloth and turn.

“Your turn” he said lifting his wings just so, giving way to reach the twig, still trapped between the joints of his wings. The demon watched him for a second and swooshed his tail before grabbing it in one hand. The other softly controlling the wing’s movement so it wouldn’t pull his feathers.

“Move the third pair down and the second up” Albus said, hearing the slight scratch on the floor when they touched the ground. Albus finally could see the shape of the twig and pulled it sideways, throwing it away in a sigh. “There, how do you feel?” The demon asked still a hand over the seraphim’s feathery back. The smallest, softest ones covering the sides of his spine. Moving along the wings, lifting and puffing up, sensing under his finger tips how the muscles on his back allowed them to stretch.

An indescribable feeling ran through the demon then, birthed by wondering how strong they had to be to not only lift Sann off the ground, but also carry both of them. An extension of his body he betrayed his homeland to keep. That he broke in order to save him.

“Much better! Thank you, Al. Sorry for slapping you” he giggled, the weight of his hand still on his back making him turn to see his face, solemn and quiet, before he looked away. “Al?”

“Thank you, angel” the words rolled out of his tongue with ease. Puzzling Sann before the seraphim caught a glimpse of bright red snaking down his neck. Smiling to himself when he saw his tail swoosh behind him while lifting up their camp “Nothing suspicious around?”

“Nope” Sann replied popping the sound at the end with a grin.

“We should get moving. We have stayed here for too long”

“Nobody’s on our backs tho’” the angel said noticing the funky smell coming out of his garbs, now gray and green at parts because of his unfortunate, sudden encounters with trees. Remembering the place that distracted him in the first place and watching the poor state of Albus’ own clothes “I know a place…”

—-

That same night, having moved to the other side of the mountain, Sann was sitting on the edge of the natural spring, running a hand through his wet hair and covering his naked body from the other with his wings. Watching the demon basically melting inside the water, full bliss on his face making a deep contrast to the frown he always wore.

“You should take off your clothes when you bathe in springs you know?” Sann said putting his head on his knees while watching the demon slowly open his eyes and lift himself up just enough to take the dirty black top over his head. Getting slightly thrown off by his carelessness, Sann tried to look away, but before he could, his eye caught a glimpse of something he didn’t expect “What’s that on your chest?”

“Hm?” The demon turned, cheeks red from the heat before his eyes found the same thing Sann’s eyes were locked on “Oh, it’s a sigil” the demon’s fingers hovered over it “I have it since I was born”

“That’s a very old spell then”

The demon bit a laugh “How old do you think I am?”

The angel looked at him for a moment, scanning his features and taking his chin in one hand, reflecting “Demons age slower than humans, but faster than us, so I would say…40?”

“Not even close” Sann clicked his tongue.

“Well, how old do you think I am?” Sann exclaimed a smugness in his face that tried to fight the unamused face of the demon.

“60” He simply said and grinned when Sann widened his eyes “Ah, I got it right? Lucky guess~” 

The angel burst into laughing then.

“No!”

“no? then...120?” the angel laughed even harder.

“Can´t be colder!”

“200? 444? 800?” With each new random number the demon tried. 

“You´re gonna get to the thousands that way”

“Well, tell me how old are you”

“And you will tell me how old you are”

The demon dramatically looked to a side, as if considering. 

“Alright, I´m 23. Your turn”

The angel giggled ″I don´t really know”

The demon stared at him for a second, before sighing “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, time and age hardly matters to an angel that is born looking like...” he vaguely pointed at his body “And we hardly get a gray hair after centuries, so your guesses are just as good as mine”

The demon reclined his back on the mushy rock behind him, with an scowl that quickly softened. 

“What you said was right tho” the angel flapped his wings as he tilted his head curiously “That demons age quicker than you. But it would only apply to me, if I was a normal demon. But this thing here makes it closer to a human’s” he said tapping on the mark above his heart.

Sann looked at it, trying to decipher the sigil to no avail, he had never seen that symbol. Not even in his God’s extensive personal library he was allowed to after exceptional good behavior, or the books his god would read on bed while running his fingers through his hair, faking being asleep so he could peak on it.

“What does it do?”

Give me another chance to live, Albus thought to himself.

Sann looked at him and caught a vague melancholy on his eyes before he smiled at him again “Its a brand. For demon’s like me, only that this one does give me more powers rather than just being decorative” he laughed grimly.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t heal it” Sann said burying half of his face on his arms, sinking on himself, stopping Albus laughter dead on its tracks.

“It’s…it’s alright. Don’t worry about it” Albus tried, voice low, rubbing the dark, sleeveless top under the water in hopes of cleaning it like he had with Sann’s robes when they got to the springs. Or maybe just to have something to keep his hands busy. His voice was sincere when he talked again “Thank you for trying anyways”

“It’s not enough” he replied instantly.

“It is more than what I thought an Angel would ever do for me” the demon shrugged, locking amber on gray and filling with a fuzziness when the Seraphim’s knitted brow relaxed. “I’m not looking to get another any time soon, so you don’t have to worry, alright?”

There was a silence of a few seconds before Sann talked again.

“If they…capture us, if they get us, another brand would just be the start” Sann said barely above a whisper, wings flapping behind him, tightening around him searching for protection. “They should have seen through your spell already”

Albus took a deep breath before replying, “Most likely”

“Can…Can we really hide from them? Are we really…safe?” Sann asked eyes so packed with fear, Albus felt a knot form on his stomach at the display of vulnerability. He licked his lips before answering.

“To be honest, I’m not sure” Sann’s heart skipped a beat “But there are places they can’t reach or will find it really hard to break into, that we can go hide on. Like my Anshe’s woods or the underworld…” Albus ears perked up and he whipped his head in the woods direction, listening attentively to an specific sound that had been following them for a while already. Always there in the back, only gone when they flied.

After a moment it disappeared and he visibly relaxed.

“Al? Something wrong?” The angel asked with a new layer of worry on his face as he looked on the direction Albus was looking before, seeing nothing but the calm woods.

“Everything alright” The demon incorporated, swinging the soaked top over his shoulder as he stepped out of the water, pulling his hair back and watching the night sky, while muttering a warning spell under his breath. Albus put the top to dry over a rock and loooked at Sann again with a calm face. “Would you come with me to my Anshe’s woods?

Sann was thrown off by the question, blinking at the demon for a long moment “But I’m a Seraphim…”

“No worries, she’s far older than any god you know. She calls the war between our worlds an “unnecessary child fight” and I’m pretty sure she has the power to end it. She just won’t because she would die of boredom otherwise. She’s safe” Albus told him, but Sann didn’t seem convinced “Theres that, but I also…have to go meet her before winter comes. Her domain are the woods before the desert, right before crossing into to the underworld” Albus jaw worked when he settled next to Sann “It’s something I have to do, no matter what”

Sann stared at him for a moment before breathing out “and what about the underworld? I’m sure I would get burnt just by stepping in…”

“I wouldn’t allow that” he interrupted him, voice so firm, Sann puffed up “We will figure it out, but I promise you, nothing on the underworld will hurt you”

Sann’s anxiety was palpable. 

“If it doesn´t work, we can find another place. The human world is vast and some of it is unexplored. You could even name an island after you if we found one” The angel didn´t laugh at the joke. “I will protect you. No matter what” The demon said, cheeks burning.

“Alright” the angel whispered, feeling a warmth creep on the tip of his ears.

“Alright” he repeated slowly, “We just have to get there unharmed, avoiding humans if possible”

“How?”

“Well first things first, stop diving into trees when patrolling” Albus said, receiving a soft smack on his ribs and ripping out a smile out of the Seraphim, dimpling his cheeks with a smile that made him warm inside. “But secondly” Albus started eyeing the direction of the odd sound, hoping he was just being overly cautious “If you let me, I can make you understand their language”

Sann blinked at that, up finally unfolding himself in his surprise “You can do that?”

“Yep. That’s why I understand what you say. My spells work with speech, and so if I say Sann,” The Seraphim noticed the switch of his voice, turned into a chorus of deep and low and high and childish voices, a whispered cacophony that set his feathers on edge “born on the god’s sacred ground above the clouds, I grant you your wish to understand the tongue of those who walk and rule the land you’re sitting on” Sann felt a sting of frozen cold on the back of his throat, that disappeared as it came, a flash of pain and then nothing, as if it never happened “it will be done!” He said with a smile that showed his fangs.

Both of them looked at each other until the smile on the demon’s face came down just like his ears. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Sann simply shivered and passed his hand over his wings, soothing his feathers back on place. Letting the fire of their bonfire, dry them fully before tapping Al on the head with his wing.

“Don´t ever do that again without asking me first” Sann demanded. Albus´ ears went down colored a bright red. 

“I´m sorry, I won´t do it again” 

Sann looked him up and down before scooting closer “Are the voices creepy on purpose?” He asked, curving his lips into a playful smile at the way Al’s tail began thumping on the floor.

“…maybe”

The night carried on with laughter and low conversation, however in the middle of the night when Albus was on guard, a heavy rain dropped. Forcing them to move under the cover of a tree. The space safe from the rain completely occupied by Sann on his wing cocoon. Unexpectedly, When Sann opened it to let him in and wrapped him around it to soak him in his own warmth and keep him dry, Albus allowed himself to curl closer. Chest to chest. Falling asleep immediately with the rain as lullaby and exhaustion, drifting him into a heavy sleep that didn’t alert him of the things waiting exactly for this moment.

With the demons finally asleep, the human hunters that had stalked them for weeks, came out to get their prey.

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Demon Angel AU: If they knew

wildfaeworld asked:

“Do you know what they would do to me if they knew I was talking to you?” – from the runaway prompts if you’re taking them? 👀👀👀

For the Demon Angel Au the night after the angel and the demon meet! Just for you thank you for requesting! :D

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CW//captivity and implied caning

“Do you know what they would do to me if they knew I was talking to you?” The angel said in a urgent whisper. The demon on the other side of the bars lifted an eyebrow.

“Not something to worry about or you wouldn’t have come to heal me again” the demon said twisting his lips into a grin at the way the angel shrunk on himself. The demon leaned slightly on the bars, the chain attached to the manacles on his wrists, getting dragged along. “The real question here is why you talk to me? You won’t even give me a name to call you by. So? Why talk to your prisioner?”

The angel shifted on his seat inside the cell, “I want to know” he said stretching an arm to the folded napkin containing some leftovers from that night’s banquet and placing it in the other side of the bars, letting the demon see the set of bruises over his palms, red in long stripes that went up and faded with the golden bracelets in his wrist.

The demon pressed his lips tight into each other, ears going down as the angel smiled “what kind of being was it, that helping was worth punishment?”