#alternate Angel and demon lore

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Blood in Heaven and Hell Chapter 17 has been posted!

Want to start from the beginning?

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Mark of Cain takes over (Human) Dean, Fratricide (Adult Child kill Father), Sororcide (Sibling kills sibling), technical cannibalism, Dead dove: Do not eat

Pairing: Dean Winchester/OFC & Sam Winchester/OFC (NO WINCEST)

Summary: What do you do when your siblings want to destroy Heaven (and Hell)? Try to stop them and hopefully not have to kill them in the process.

[andreilslovechild]

Fallen Angel AU

this was originally created before I watched Good Omens and now that I've watched it I see the similarities so loosely inspired by Good Omens ig????????

Andrew is an angel

Neil is a demon

they meet while trying to influence people

and Neil annoys the fuck out of him

infuriates him really

he hates him

and he thinks he will never have to see him again once that assignment is over and done with

except he keeps. running. into him.

and he hates him. even if he thinks that he's attractive. that doesn't mean anything nope nothing at all

but as they end up in the same area more and more they start to get closer

and oftentimes pass the time trading truths

and then eventually kissing

But Andrew hates him he just likes his lips

and then he notices feathers

he tries to play it off, he's not losing feathers definitely not

no aaron im completely fine ive just been picking at my feathers too much promise-

but they keep falling out

more and more and more

clumps of feathers coming off in his hands

and then he starts to panic

because he can't think of any reason he would be falling

except for Neil

but no

he hates Neil

it cant be

he hates him he hates him so much

why why is this happening to him

and his panic only increases it

and then he's falling

He's falling and it hurts

oh god it hurts

it hurts it hurts it hurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithu-

and then it doesn't

it doesn't hurt anymore

he opens his eyes

"I always knew you were too bad to be an angel"

[cardo-de-comer]

soo helloo and i think it's time for me to explain the deal with my characters and this whole "you're not supposed to be here" thing. EDIT: just fixed some stuff. thank you folks for your support, i really appreciate you all <3

i made these characters way back in june and by today they have a lot of lore around them in my head. i even have a dream to make a game with them but it's just a dream for now so i'm gonna try to explain the main things about this story. Obviously this is a long post, although I tried to keep this stuff short. and excuse me for my writing and any mistakes, I don't usually write this much text.

It starts with the world. Alternate 15th century, humanity is almost gone and what's left of it shares quite a big city with demons and angels. However, demons and angels are usually being treated like servants - eventually one gets tired of it all, so everyone knows an uprising is just around the corner. Let's just ignore that for now.

The City has a catch of it's own - it's alive. The walls have eyes and ears and the City knows every resident by heart and soul, both figuratively and literally. Usually City acts through the King, it chooses protectors for itself, ones who have strong minds to comprehend it - they will be called the royal knights, each of them have a company of a /more wiser than the rest of them/ demon and angel to help with their tasks. Only the King and ten royal knights know that the City is alive and very talkative but they don't understand fully what it's trying to tell them. Most of them choose to ignore the voices in their head because hey, that's what you do usually in this situation, otherwise they drive you nuts.

City is also extremely emotional and appearance depends on its condition. Usually it's a sunny day out and the city looks welcoming, but you don't want to be there when the City is scared: it might eat you alive by accident. Now that the environment is aside, time for the main three characters.

Imri is a young lad who will soon be a royal knight. He actually wanted to be a painter when he grows up but well, you cannot disobey the king's orders. Quite emotionless and a man of a few words, he tries to stay on a neutral ground between good and bad - a perfect candidate for manipulation to all three sides, demons, angels and the City.

look at him

Royal knights get to know their angel and demon companions at least a week before they get knighted to avoid any misunderstandings. Imri doesn't mind his friends at all, although one of them caused quite a fuss.

Angel /they name themselves Lyra/ is an overly positive, naive and blindly kind entity. A bit childish and very fond of justice, they try to act as a voice of conscience, not understanding that sometimes this can make everything even worse than it was. There is a feeling that they're trickier than it seems but you can never quite tell.

the latin text all over them is just a part of their design

The demon though... That's not even a demon, that's the Devil himself. Yes, everyone knows who this is, everyone avoids him and he's not supposed to be here at all. Despite being THE Devil, he didn't try to do anything horrific yet and, when he's not joking around, he tries to be the voice of reason, the voice that no one listens to. He seems to know a lot more about this whole world than anyone else but he talks about it only when he wants to.

no one likes him at all, expect maybe Imri who just tolerates his presence like he always does

That's the main three. There is a few secondary characters, Imri's father being one of them.

sir Jastrab /or just Dell/ is one of the royal knights, he's a bit naive, loyal, and a soul so kind that his demon hung himself. Oh well. He lost one hand in what he calls "a work accident" which is partly true but he never goes into details.

He never wanted for his son to be a part of the knights because he knows by experience that it's not an easy job and not every father wants for their child to go insane from the voices in their head.

few people said that the angel accompanying him looks like d20 and so be it

The others are Sun and Moon - local deities, despite being on the sky every day and night, usually they don't really care about what's going on down below. You can still talk to them but don't expect much action. Regardless of all this, they are still loved by almost all living things. They can rarely meet each other but humans always depict them together no matter what. Although maybe humans are right...

creators of the Stars - some part of a human soul that i can't talk about :)

Angels and demons come in all forms and sizes but those are the main population - lesser demons resemble the Devil in some ways and lesser angels look like clovers. Rivals usually but when the revolution happens, they learn to tolerate and work with each other. Humanity doesn't really have a chance.

they hate everyone equally And there is another being, that Imri meets a few times through the story - it's Death. Death is just having fun in this end of the world and there is a lot of work to be done.

this is an old and rough design so maybe it'll change The whole story begins at that day when Imri is supposed to be knighted. Everything seemed fine until Imri gets to hear the City for the first time and realizes that he hears and sees a lot more than everyone else. Completely overwhelmed he blacks out - even the toughest of minds often can't take it - and wakes up later only to find out that the King got killed somehow, angels and demons saw this as the starting point for a revolution and the City starts to panic.

Now Imri, guided by his companions and the voice of scared City that's crumbling and slowly drives him insane, shall travel to the center of it to find out what really happened, getting through demons and angels who are busy destroying the rest of humanity. Fun.

There is a lot more to this whole thing but I cannot tell the entire plot because spoilers, in case if i actually will make something out of this story. Think of it as a game lore. I'm not sure about making sth yet because i operate only on hopes and dreams and i barely have any strength lately but who knows... But now you have at least some context! And yeah, thank you if you actually read all of this, you're a hero.

Now i need to get back to drawing. Thank you all for your support. <3

[agirlwithmagicpals]

Ipos the one of many grand earls of hell

He’s also called Mr grand Aiperos Anubis by those who respect him the most such as his 36 legions of demons and his mortal followers especially in my au where lafargo sometimes gets assistance from him(My au has at least two separate stories with one taking place in the mortal realm aka earth while the other takes place in more spiritual places such as heaven, hell, and everything inbetween) also my version of ipos literally grows five eyes when angered and each eye represents the past, present, eventual future, truth, and lies as he is able to foresee the large majority of prophecies and so can lafargo only difference is lafargo usually only does it for personal reasons and yet he’s literally a cursed fallen angel

This is who he was before he fell his name was saimrial and was an archangel and was god’s second favorite….

[knight-a3]

Heavenbound AU

Masterpost

Vagatha "Vaggie"

I wanted to emphasize Vaggie's moth features. A friend of mine, who is a fan of the show, didn't realize that she was supposed to be a moth. When I showed her my designs, she noticed the moth themes right away. I had to explain that Vaggie was originally a moth, and that it wasn't something I came up with.

More notes under the cut

I know she says her name isn't Vagatha. But... I don't vibe with the sexual connotations. I'm too ace for it. So I'm ignoring that. I came up with a whole complicated justification for her name, but I'll get into that later.

Uniform:

Her main outfit is her hotel uniform. She and Charlie are the only staff members who bother to wear it. Alastor and Husk are never going to, and Niffty simply doesn't care.

Hair and eyes: Her hair has a more obvious moth wing pattern. Her bow is antenna instead. And she has moth fluff on her neck, wrists, and ankles. Which serves as a slight nod to one of her older design. Her short hair is also a nod to it. I never liked the floating X over her face, so I put an eyespot in her hair instead, which is always cut in half by a part. The X is exclusively on her eyepatch instead, which isn't going to be visible most of the time. And she needed a scar to go with it, which also isn't visible most of the time.

Casual:

Basically what she would've been wearing in the pilot. I just wanted to put her in an outfit that shows what she would choose to wear. I wanted to lean into the pastel colors she used to have, but also use purple instead of pink, since she seems to be associated with purple for some reason.

Battle Outfit and Wings:

I wanted her restored wings to be moth wings, rather than typical angel wings. After she regains her wings, her hair can turn into them. It leaves her with short hair, partly so I didn't have to worry about hair and wings at the same time. I primarily based her on the Condalia Silk Moth. I wanted to simplify her battle outfit slightly. I stuck with colors that were already in her palette, instead of choosing anything new. For simplicity.

Exorcist Angel:

Because I wanted the angels in general to look more human, I had to apply it to the exorcists too. Not that there was much alteration needed. But I needed a sense of consistency. I didn't like the look of the exorcists in canon. They looked too demonic with their outfits, and it didn't vibe with their self-righteous attitudes. So I chose a crusader theme instead. It felt more appropriate. The wings can "turn on and off" at will. Vaggie did it in canon after getting her wings back, so I don't see why the same can't apply to other angels. I designed the halo in a very specific way, which I'll probably get into on it's own post. It ties into how I'm reimagining the angelic hierarchy.

I think the canon lore is that the exorcists were created and named by Adam. But I don't vibe with it. I'm thinking that they were humans that either died doing something noble, or had a particular desire to fight against depravity. Consequently, they won't all be female anymore.

Human:

I wanted to base her outfit on an earlier design, and this is loosely based on a couple of her pilot design's alternate outfits. It also gives me some slightly Colombian vibes. Her hair shape is inspired by the shape of her hair in the show. Vaggie as a human name just wouldn't work. So I came up with some convoluted explanation as to why her name would evolve the way it did.

Regina "Gina" Agatha Valdez. Daughter of a Salvadorian immigrant. She wasn't interested in men, so bullies would call her "Virginia." It was a play on her name. Gina was her nickname, and placing her last initial in front would make it V. Gina. The more crass bullies called her the obvious. She died saving a child, but I haven't thought of specifics. Afterwards, she was recruited into the exorcist army. She fell because she spared a child-looking demon(probably wasn't actually a child, tbh). Once she fell, she became a demon, and her appearance changed to reflect it. She may be a fallen angel, but she's not technically an angel anymore. She's a sinner like the rest. Even if her sin wasn't really a sin. Lute cursed her to it. She didn't want to go by her old name anymore, so she went by her middle name, with her last initial in front. V. Agatha. Vagatha.

Some of the designs, besides canon, that I referenced:

(Jan 18, 2025- Changed ethnicity from Columbian to Salvadorian, that was a simple mixup on my part.)

[allastoredeer]

My Hellaverse Writing & Drawing Resources (Masterpost) & Blog Tags

(A lot of this is for me, but feel free to use if you want.)

(Is updated as I stumble across more or make my own resources)

Blog Tags

#Undercover Angel AU (for my Angel Alastor au)

#allastoredoodles (my art tag)

My World-Building, Character Analysis, and Lore

The Hierarchal Power Structure in Pentagram City + Royal Family Character Analysis

Lucifer's Religious Trauma - Character Analysis

Why I Don't Include Dante's 9 Circles of Hell in my Hellaverse World-Building Lore

More About Dante's 9 Circles + Imp City and the Goetia

Hellborn and Sinner Similarities and Differences + Classism

Helluva Boss Canon Lore Tidbits

Note: Some posts may have repeated canon lore

Post 1

Post 2

Post 3

Art Resources

Alastor

Alastor Drawing Guide

Alastor Cane Drawing Guide & Hand Reference Sheet

Alastor 3/4 (right) Expression Sheet

Alastor Side Profile Breakdown

Full Body Breakdown/Poses

Lucifer

Lucifer Drawing Guide

Demon Form Lucifer Drawing Guide

Vox

Vox Drawing Guide

Husk

Husk Drawing Guide

Rosie

Rosie Drawing Guide

Character Designs

Sinners From the Show (Collection 1)

Backgrounds

Heaven Embassy (Exterior)

Post-Extermination City-Scape

Writing Resources

The 5 Senses

75 Words That Describe Smell

Descriptive Words for Scents: List of Smell Adjectives

200+ Words to Describe a Voice

How to Describe a Smile in Different Ways

600+ Words to Describe Smiles

What a Decomposing Body Smells Like

General Writing Help

How to Write Immersive Stories Using Description

World Building Tips: Writing Engaging Settings

Writing Action Scenes

Adjectives for Description

Dialogue Tags to Use Instead of Said

6 Seconds, 6 Months - Writing Advice/Challenge

Miscellaneous

How to Write Realistic Injuries

Explosives and Blasting Agents

BOM: The Next Generation of High Performance Explosives

Burning Points of Various Fabrics

English to Shakespearean (Perfect for Zestial! Thank you @witch-of-the-writing-desk)

English to Old English (Perfect for Zestial! Thank you @witch-of-the-writing-desk)

Fantastic Post About Louisiana and New Orleans (Great for writing Alastor!)

Helpful Websites and Writing Programs

Random Character Generators

Websites For Writers (Collection)

Pacemaker Planner

Hiveword: The Search Engine For Writers

StimuWrite Desktop

OneStopForWriters

LibreOffice (Free Microsoft Word Alternative)

Scrivener

My Ko-Fi

You know. If you wanna (◕‿◕✿)

[youryurigoddess]

Good Omens Christmas jumpers, because of course they are a thing now

Glad to see that I’m not the only one clowning about the Good Omens Christmas jumper designs! You know what it means — putting together everything in one thread to make the further speculations more streamlined and, obviously, fun.

On November 20th, Rob Wilkins was present at the “Designing Terry Pratchett’s Discworld” event at Brendon Books. Probably not much to talk about from most of the Good Omens fans perspective, if not for the journalist Kat Brown posting on Bluesky the next morning:

But wait, something’s wrong. Or maybe not wrong, just… different. Why is Crowley the one shielding Aziraphale with his wing in his demonic, black-clothed, black-winged form? That’s a clear deviation from the pattern established in Eden and Before the Beginning.

There was barely enough time to discuss this phenomenon properly though. In the afternoon of November 21st, Rob made a previously unannounced appearance at the Paul Kidby’s “Designing Terry Pratchett’s Discworld” event at Waterstones Piccadilly, where he presented the Aziraphalean version of the jumper. On it — one Forty Years of Discworld pin and a second one in preparation for 2025 as The Year of the Luminous Lemur. Thanks to the phenomenal @basement-jax (I’m not exaggerating, I’ve seen her perform live on stage with Michael Sheen last month) present on site, we got the next photos in real time:

Let’s compare both designs, starting with the most noticeable difference — their color schemes. Both consist of six different swatches, three of which (white, black, and skin tone) repeat. The remaining three are two shades of the fourth color (brown for Aziraphale and red for Crowley) and a fifth, contrasting color (blue and yellow, respectively).

Six is obviously a very important number in terms of the Good Omens lore. Six episodes per season, 666 as the number of the Beast (Antichrist/Adam), 668 as the original title of the unpublished sequel — the ending of this story that will be finally adapted and revealed very soon. Not accidental.

Which brings us to the question of the left angel’s hair. Changing two brown shades to two golden ones, one already used in the other color scheme, not only shouldn’t be a problem for the designer, but would be a cheaper option and ensure consistency with the right angel’s design.

Some netizens have suggested that this discrepancy is caused by the left design representing the book iterations of the Ineffable Husbands. Book Crowley’s hair is dark — could be black, brown, red, even dark blond — and book Aziraphale’s hair is blond, which logically could be depicted as white or light brown.

Their graphic novel iterations created by Colleen Doran use black for Crowley’s hair (much longer than that of the left jumper demon) and blond for Aziraphale, close enough to the yellow yarn already used in this project and not quite the same shape as the jumper angels’ hairstyles.

Since neither seem to be an exact match for the design, could it be reverse Omens? The answer is not as simple. The characters aren’t just swapped; both of their hairstyles have been redrawn, at least partially. Unlikely a technical issue, when wings and clothes stayed exactly the same.

That would be the facts. Now onto the silliness!

My clowning theory is that we’re dealing with two alternative timelines or retellings here.

For Christmas, Crowley wishes for things to stay exactly the same as they are — but with him as Aziraphale’s protector, the romantic hero his angel needs and deserves.

Aziraphale wishes for a past where he doesn’t exist, or at least never meets Crowley. That’s how the latter would stay an angel and his role of the Serpent of Eden would be taken over by someone else — someone like Beelzebub, perhaps, with their small frame and short black hair?

@bardraelyn kindly suggested yet another option, purely out of amusement: “What if the “Aziraphale’ sweater depicts Lucifer and God?”.

What about you? What are your theories?

This clowning is now officially approved by Rob:

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me Nightbringer: All That We Know

Game Mechanics

• Cards and Grimm and devilpoints from original game will not transfer over

• This game will have a VIP membership separate from the original game

• The calls will focus much more on romance

• You are able to replay levels without affecting your relationships

• Both the brothers and side boys are dateable, the new characters are not YET

• While the story mainly takes place in the past, the new game features mostly involve our current time line

• Something for Thirteen, Raphael, and Mephistopheles is in the works for the future (Possibly songs)

• No prior knowledge of obey me is needed for Nightbringer

• Their will be more voiced line in this game but it’s not fully voiced

• Dating just one is more fleshed out but you can still date multiple

• Several apps within the game include Fab Snap which is like their social media; Ruri-Tunes a rhythm battle

• We will see a blue print of the house of lamentation

• We will have phone calls, room dates, SNS, face time

• We won’t have alternative outfits in the initial release but it is planned for later on

• We will see how other characters react to our relationship with a specific character

• They originally wanted to add all of this to the original app but the size would’ve made in near impossible for many people to play it so they put it into a separate app

Characters & Story

• There will be more in depth story for Simeon and Solomon but especially Solomon

• Chapter 81 picks up in Nightbringer

• The story takes place in the past, Solomon is under the same roof as everyone else

• There is more Barbatos Lore

• While he may not appear Michael will be mentioned much more often

• We will get more information on Mephistopheles’ brother and Thirteen’s sister

• We will see how Lucifer and Cerberus met

• We will see how leviathan and Henry 1.0 met

• We will be learning ALOT about the celestial war

• We will be making pacts with the brothers again

• The brothers will act more like how they did as angels since they’ve only just become demons

• Diavolo will talk more about his dad and why he is sleeping

• There will be more scenes involving the angels and the celestial realm

• We will learn why Satan loves cats

• Little D’s having similar appearances to the brothers might be touched on more in the future

• We will be seeing a lot more of their everyday lives thanks to the Fab Snap app which is akin to their social media

• We will see more about how the brothers really felt about falling (Asmo wanted to go back to being an angel, Leviathan was terrified, etc)

Extra

This is literally all I’m talking about the next few days. I literally took the 12-13 off of work for this game and saved up for the sales. So you will be getting all the details of if ;)

[howl-arnon]

What exactly is Gwyath, by the way? I feel like maybe I've missed a certain detail somewhere along the lines that might've been mentioned before, but if not, I'm pretty curious. Are they a demon, fallen angel, just an alternate, something else entirely different, maybe they're just Gwyath?

Also, what are their pronouns? 👀

Well to answer this I must say first he has no correlation with The Mandela Catalogue what so ever, just in case anyone's wondering

Gwyath is an entity born from Evil, Fear, and Hatred, embodying Pure Evil itself. He can manifest in any form, much like the devil—a force of nature that cannot be defeated. His presence in the human world began when Eve ate the forbidden fruit. He gets strength not only from actual evil deeds but also from the mere existence of evil thoughts. Through humanity's actions and thoughts, he has all kinds of knowledge about human evil deeds. That said, he is aware of every crime humanity has committed and also did them himself, yknow bro do be self taught himself to be evil ppl need to start somewhere😭

He has more lore but yeah that should answer something. As for the pronoun I personally use He, Him cus most of the time he takes a form of a man. But he does not have any like specific gender or sex he is just an entity he was born as a black gooey liquid so uh yeah

I don't mind what pronouns people use on him like you can call him a black teletubby and I won't mind.

Edit 1 : Well I guess you can call him a demon or something I never actually think about it. He is always a silly man in my eyes....

Ps. I rlly like this question cus I want to talk about my bby lore

[hallow-weeni]

Poorly describing favorite shows of mine in order to summon ppl from fandoms I'm in!!!

(Answers will be in the tags, shows are listed in no specific order)

1.) Halloween Obsessed kids

2.) A psychotic rabbit and a possibly also insane dog are police officers while being borderline gay for eachother

3.) A dog afraid of everything despite his name implying the oppisite

4.) Girl sent to alternate dimension where she meets an anarchist witch and a skull dog thing

5.) Some guy, Some girl and a dog work at a spooky wooky park and protect it from demons and angels.

6.) Twins save town from talking dorito

7.) Depressed guy fights earworm, goes bowling and contacts his dead friend while accidentally summoning a demon.

8.) Man climbs tower, Hilarity ensues!

9.) Complete idiot with an imaginary old man who's role in the show is like a fucked up jimminy cricket, he tries to prevent the idiot from causing complete destruction, keyword tries.

10.) S P O N G E M A N

11.) A phone with a chris mclean voice for ONLY THE FIRST EPISODE hosts a game show.

12.) A number and a x hosts a game show.

13.) Burger king hosts a game show

14.) An alarm clock hosts a game show... With LORE!

15.) Creatures that wanna make you smile

16.) 10 episodes of these two little weird dudes making creatures with the goal of helping people while off duty cop guy talks to a dead military guy claiming to be an angel.

17.) Some kid with hair that looks like a broom working at a shop wanting to become a hero working alongside a ninja and some sorta alien while protecting the shop from these robot box things, Lore ensues.

18.) Depressed jester experiences existential dread.

[bergoose]

here's what I got on the Watcher Fall Comment Bingo sheet by the lovely @slashsleuth ! i was aiming for a full blackout, but i did get at least one bingo! so here's a rec list of some of what I've read for this event! 🪿

for Comment on a WIP square i went with: Wildfire by Neostone138, a single chapter WIP that has some demon trickster shane and a whole lot of intrigue! while only one chapter i am captivated by the characterization and the ending was my favorite

for Newest Fic in a Chosen Tag: Tasty Snack by Impala_Chick this was a fic i didn't expect to like so much but god it was so funny. that crack tag really delivered! i'm personally weirdly picky with outsider POV, so i was surprised with how much i liked it in this fic! it's a testament to how good the writing is tho im not surprised bc i do love Impala_Chick's works 🫶🏽 also the ryan thirst is real in this fic as it literally should be

for Alternate Universe: estranged producer by Anonymous which was super hot and very fun! sugar baby ryan and daddy shane and you bet your ass ryan was sugaring! i hope this author continues to share their lovely ideas with us because this was BRILLIANT

for the square Trifecta: Kudos Comment, & Bookmark: Horizon Lines by WhoopsOK, listen. guys listen. this fic is SO FUCKING GOOD🙏🏽 it's full of absolutely delicious tension in the most shane madej repression way and then it DELIVERS on it so good. it's absolutely 🔥🔥🔥 AND it's demonic! shane & angel! ryan. what more could u want! i cannot recommend this fic enough

Re-read A Fave Fic And Comment (Again): I told my demons about you (they told me to get therapy) by Ren_Saxon, WAAAA i love love love this fic! the whole collection is filled with amazing fics but i love this one bc it just... so chaotic! i love down bad ryan and he's losing it over it and GOOD FOR HIM. it's just so funny ren ilysm ur so good at writing baby 🫶🏽

For A Fic With Less Comments Than Kudos I chose: Please Stay by Fluffycorn_njst which is a beautiful drabble about friends with benefits turned lovers shyan! absolutely loved the desperation u could feel from both of them even in so few words. kudos!

For Comment on a fic posted at least 3 years ago I went with : Call Me Yours by deanwinchesterissaved, a hot little fic with possessive shane and takes place during t5b! what's there not to love

For Keyboard Smash with a Lot of Emojis: bisexual panic by Future_Boy. I love these one shot type stories for when I'm at work during a slow day, this one was very cute and had some interesting shane internal monologue which I found very fun!

For Spooky or Mystical Vibes: mirror on the wall by tasty_little_snack, OOO what a heart wrenching little fic. the ending killed me, i loved it!

Fic with Rare Pair: Gonna Lose It by Anotherlostblogger, CURLY FIC CURLY FIC CURLY FIC ‼️‼️‼️ guys i love curly/ryan so much and there's SO LITTLE of it imma cry. this fic is so good it's a college au with curly/shane/ryan and ITS SO HOT AND SWEET AND DELICIOUS! gotta be one of my favs on this list don't tell 🤭

Insert your favorite kink: ah-hoo! (werewolves of la) by idkspookystuff, guys. werewolf shane. bottom ryan. WHAT MORE COULD U WANT 🔥 extremely delicious fic will be reading again

Comment On Every Chapter of a Multi Chapter Fic: Mirror, Mirror by EAndropov, EXCELLENT LORE omg what a fun demon shane fic! i ate it up. it's a part of a series and i already know the rest of it is going to gut me. I can't wait

Fic in your Marked For Later List: Once Upon a Porno by GomorrahHillsides (Within_N_Without), a fic that is so distinctly shane and ryan that if you don't hear the dialogue in their voices i will give you one of my kidneys. also HOT🔥🔥 one of my favorite verses

and that's all from me this spooky season! i will definitely be commenting more still! maybe another fic rec list if anyone is interested? either way happy halloween! stay spooky 💜

[ambiguous-avery]

Chasing Shadows, Part 3

Dean Winchester x OC fem!Touched!Reader/You | WC: 6647

Summary: She’s never been afraid of the dark, not really. She’s more concerned about getting lost in it. He’s haunted by every dark deed he’s ever done. It’s constantly nipping at his heels like a hell hound. He’s her light in the dark, and she’s the one bit of darkness he’s willing to embrace.

Tags/Warnings: No use of Y/N, canon-typical violence, eventual romance,  eventual smut,  fluff and angst, POV alternating (sometimes a little all over the place), no beta we die like men

Disclaimer: The base concept of Touched comes from @aylacavebear and is used with permission. I’ve taken creative liberties with it.

A/N: Well my silly little brain realized I made a slight mistake when copying and pasting stuff over to Tumblr for my previous chapter, and I missed an entire paragraph. Just in case, double check the very end of chapter two. There should be an additional paragraph between MC’s statement, “I need to find my place in the world, and I know it’s not here.” and Dean’s response. I hope you guys know how absolutely amazing it is to see familiar usernames pop into my notifications and knowing that you’re following along. Thank you so, so much! Chasing Shadows Series Masterlist

You hadn’t really thought this all through before you acted. The realization that the hunt was complete and that the boys would likely leave soon had been so jarring that you just went with your knee jerk reaction and demanded to go along with them. If you were being entirely honest with yourself, you hadn’t expected them to let you. Dean and Sam seemed like they had a system, and there was a zero percent chance that you weren’t mucking with it. But you needed answers. Your curiosity demanded it. When they had agreed, you had quickly packed together a duffel bag of clothes, naively underestimating just what you had asked for.

When Sam explained it all in full, you balked. Their home base wasn’t local, and they spent a majority of their time on the road.

But it didn’t deter you. You had marched your happy ass back upstairs, – intending to pack a full suitcase – taken one step into your room, remembered that there was a dead vampire body in there, and turned right back around to let the boys take care of it. You didn’t let yourself think too much into how they were going to deal with it and instead spent the time downstairs compiling a list of things you would need to take with you. Watching them drive off with the body had been incredibly difficult. There was literally nothing stopping them from leaving for good, your request to go with them be damned. 

You had trusted Sam and Dean with your life the night prior. Surely this was something less drastic to trust them about. Even so, you had checked the window in the front room for the Impala in between packing. They stayed true to their word and came back for you. So there you were. Two hours into a thirteen hour road trip with two absolute strangers with nothing but what would fit into a suitcase. And you were thrilled.

“So does everything in lore and mythology actually exist?” You asked excitedly. You were seated in the back seat of the Impala, your suitcase on the bench beside you, though you had spent most of the trip leaning forward as far as the seat belt would allow and peppering the boys with question after question. 

“I wouldn’t say everything. But we’ve definitely seen our fair share of creatures.” Sam had humored you most of the trip so far. The man was practically a walking textbook, and you were a sponge for information. 

“Ooh, you said that demons are real. Does that mean angels are too?” You had pieced together generic mental images of some of the creatures Sam had talked about. Most of them were cartoonish in nature, and you wondered if angels were the mass of eyes and wings that you had seen renditions of in various art pieces. Sam nodded.

“You know,” Dean chimed in, “we got an angel buddy we can call on. I’ll bet’cha he’ll have an answer for you.” You saw him glance at you in the rear view mirror, and the lap belt securing you creaked as you drew closer to him.

“Wait, really? It could be that easy?” A grin split across your face. “Then what?”

“What do you mean ‘then what’? Then you have your answer. And you do whatever you’re gonna do with it,” Dean said with a shrug. Your smile faltered. Why did that possibility disappoint you? You had spent countless years searching for an answer, and now that it was potentially so close, it didn’t have the same luster as before. Getting an answer directly from an angel seemed so… anticlimactic. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

If you were being entirely honest with yourself, you weren’t wholly sure why it wasn’t as appealing. There was something about the mystery of it. The search for the answer seemed more thrilling than actually having it. Your abilities have made you feel special, unique. Something that made you stand out from the crowd, a trait that all the heroes in fantasy stories you grew up reading had. What if the angel took one look at you and told you he had seen countless others like you, and you were just another run-of-the-mill creature the Winchesters hadn’t named yet? Doctors misdiagnosed all the time. Who was to say experienced hunters didn’t misidentify? You chose to hold onto the glimmer of hope that maybe you were something special.

“I just… I don’t know. I feel like it's cheating, just having someone tell me who or what I am.” You knit your brows together, leaning back in your seat. Sam turned as best as he could in his seat, having easily picked up on the change in your demeanor. 

“He’s not always available. Besides, we don’t have to ask him. If you really feel like you have to work for it, we have an entire library of knowledge you can dig through," Dean said. That lifted your spirits. A library full of information about supernatural creatures once thought to only live in stories. You were going to have a field day there.

When Dean glanced in the rearview mirror some three hours after you and Sam had momentarily stopped nerding out over the subtle differences between a strigoi and a garden variety vampire, he found that you had fallen asleep in the back seat. You had slumped over the comically overstuffed suitcase you had shoved your life into before throwing caution to the wind and hopping on the road with them. Your keys were in your hand, the LED light attached to them flashing through its colors. The sight pulled a half-smile from him.

Saving people was a natural part of the family business. He had done it time and time again, oftentimes without the victim ever knowing they had been in danger in the first place. Even when the victim knew, a ‘thank you’ was all that the Winchesters would ever ask for. But you? When he had watched you step out from the shadows, tears streaking down your face, you had looked at him with something he had never seen directed his way. He’d seen appreciative looks meant for him before, and a woman’s fancying gaze was nothing new. But the look in your wide eyes had been something more akin to the look a damsel in distress would give to the main character as he saved her in one of the old Western movies Dean had watched before. Being regarded as a hero was new.

He knew that the things he and Sam did technically classified them both as the good guys, but Dean wouldn’t delude himself into believing that he was a good guy. There was far too much blood on his hands to be the one who wore the white hat. Dean had accepted that fact long ago, ingrained it into his very being. What was the saying? Something something, take nothing and leave only footprints? It would have to do for Dean. Take nothing from the world and leave fleeting memories of him in the minds of others.

He should’ve been upset. You had absolutely no idea what you were asking to be involved in. Hunting wasn’t something people just decided to get into. The 401k and dental benefits were severely lacking, and that wasn’t even considering all the occupational hazards that went along with it. More than anything, he should’ve been angrier with himself. Saying yes and allowing you to tag along was absolutely asinine in retrospect, but the feeling of your lips against his the night prior flashed to the forefront of his mind every time he thought about saying ‘no’ and taking back the decision. Dean was no stranger to kissing people, but he was used to fast, desperate kisses that led to wrinkled bed sheets and sweet nothings gasped into existence. Even though he could clearly see that you were into him – you were awful at hiding your lingering glances – there hadn’t been any of that push for more behind your actions. Kissing had always been a means to an end, but without the promise of sex, it became a destination in and of itself. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had kissed him without the expectation of being shown a good time.

By the fourth or fifth time Dean had glanced at you in the mirror, he caught a glimpse of Sam watching him from the passenger side. He quickly reigned his thoughts in and met Sam’s gaze, letting nonchalance smooth over his features.

“What’s up, Sammy?” he asked, trying to sound more upbeat than he actually felt. Sam’s expression told Dean that he wasn’t buying it. Working so closely with Sam for as long as he had was a double edged sword. No one in the world knew him as well as Sam did. While that meant he and Sam were like extensions of each other when on a hunt, it also meant that he could read Dean like a book. Dean pretended he couldn’t.

“You said yes.” There was an edge in Sam’s voice, and Dean recognized the ‘I’m about to call you out on your bullshit’ tone.

“I say yes to a lot of things. Burgers, beer, pie... pretty women.”

“Except you wouldn’t say yes to a pretty woman asking to become a hunter. Yet here we are.”

“She didn’t ask to be a hunter, Sam. She wanted answers. Big difference. One puts you face to face with some ugly sons of bitches. The most dangerous thing about a book is a paper cut. Or dying of boredom… but I can think of a few ways to keep that from happening.” Dean quirked his eyebrows suggestively. Sam grimaced.

“Gross.”

“You’re the one who went digging for the answers.”

“You know that’s not what I was getting at.” Dean didn’t respond, so Sam veered off into a slightly safer conversation route. “Okay, fine. Any thoughts about what she is?”

It was an obvious out, and Dean was all too happy to take it.

“Well she passed the big three, so that rules out a lot. There were family photos all over the house, and a crucifix hanging above the front door.” Dean took another glance in the rearview mirror, making sure you were still passed out. He dropped his voice. “Cas can give us better clarity later. She can hunt down her answer all she wants, but I’ll feel better knowing she’s not something Cas says we need to worry about.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, Dean,” Sam said, shaking his head with a disbelieving half-smile on his face. He knew Sam wasn’t buying it, but Dean was stubborn enough that, if he dug his heels in deep, Sam would eventually let it go.

You woke with one hell of a crick in your neck. Falling asleep on your suitcase had been a terrible mistake, and now you were going to pay for it for the next day, at least. You sat up and rolled your shoulders, working out the stiffness as best as you could.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” You met Dean’s gaze in the rear view mirror, and you could see him grinning. You smiled back.

“Good morning,” you responded, taking a look out the window. You were no longer on the highway. Instead, it looked as though you guys were traveling through a small town, not unlike the one you grew up in. “Where are we?”

“Bumfuck nowhere, Kansas,” Dean said, “Sam might have found another case, and it’s on our way. Figured it couldn’t hurt to stop by and see if it’s something down our alley.” Your next breath was sharp.

“What are we hunting?” you asked quietly, all traces of drowsiness wiped clear from your system. Dean’s grin fell.

“We,” he motioned from himself to Sam, “are hunting a possible ghost. You are staying at the motel room we’re about to get.”

To make his point, Dean turned off the main road, pulling into the parking lot of a motel that sat across the street from a small diner and a pawn shop. You frowned.

“What do you mean? I can’t come with you guys?”

“Look,” Dean said your name and slung an arm across the back of the front bench of the car, twisting to look at you fully. “Sam and I have done this hundreds of times. You haven’t even been with us for a full 24 hours, and I’m not going to put you back in the middle of a case. You asked to come along so you could get answers. This doesn’t have anything to do with answers you’re looking for.” His tone held an air of finality that reminded you of the way your dad used to sound when he had made up his mind about something. You crossed your arms, likely looking as much like a kid as you felt at the moment. When you didn’t argue back, he got out of the car and went into the office.

You turned to Sam.

“Can’t you say something to him?” you asked, motioning to Dean’s retreating back. Sam shook his head, his long hair flopping a bit with the movement. Your frown deepened.

“He’s right. There’s too much that can go wrong even when it’s him and me on a case. You’ve seen firsthand that what we do is dangerous.”

“But wouldn’t it be better to have an extra set of eyes and ears on things? What if you interview people and you miss something they say? Or what if it’s a whole pack of vampires? Wouldn’t having more people be beneficial in that scenario?”

“Can you tell me the difference between a poltergeist and a banshee?” The sudden shift in the conversation caught you off guard, and your scowl quickly gave way to a confused look.

“What?”

“How do you get rid of a vengeful spirit? What can you do to slow it down?” Sam hit you with question after question, asking another before you could even begin to say ‘I don’t know.’ “You don’t know,” he said for you. “And that’s okay. We don’t expect you to. But on a case, there are things you need to know otherwise you put everyone at risk, including yourself.” As Sam explained his reasoning, he methodically stripped away every ounce of fight you had in your system until all you could do was nod dumbly in agreement with him. You didn’t like it, but it was a sound explanation. 

The three of you settled down into the motel room rather unceremoniously. You could see it in the way that they moved that they had a routine figured out. Dean tossed a duffel bag onto the bed Sam was sitting on, and you hadn’t missed the fact that there were only two beds in the room. On one hand, it would make the most sense for the two of them to share a bed and leave the other one for yourself. On the other, though, there was a solid part of you that was sure they were going to relegate you to the loveseat by the door. Both Winchesters were tall, and there was no way either of them were going to be able to get a good night’s rest on it. 

“Scoot over, Sammy. We’re back to sharing,” Dean grunted as he collapsed on the mattress next to the bag he had just thrown. Annoyance flashed across Sam’s face, and you saw him glance from Dean to you then back to Dean.

It would be a lie if you said you were only a little disappointed this hadn’t been a full on ‘only one bed and two of us’ cliche moment. You were fairly confident that Dean had some interest in you. The few times you had caught him looking at you in the car, he had met your gaze fearlessly and flashed that toothy smile that caused your stomach to flip. Every time. This wasn’t some Hallmark movie where a traveller came through and swept a small town girl off her feet. That sort of thing didn’t happen in real life. You had barely set your suitcase down beside the bed that had been unofficially dubbed yours before the boys were back on their feet.

“We’re gonna go do some investigating. Shouldn’t take us too long. We should be back around dinner time, and we can hit up that diner across the way,” Dean unzipped the bag he had set on the bed and passed a handgun over to you.

“You have both of our numbers, right?” Sam asked, double checking that his own phone was safely tucked away in his pocket. You nodded and took the firearm, noting that it was the same one you had been given before. 

“When we leave, you lock the deadbolt and stay here. You don’t let anyone in that isn’t me or Sam, and if you aren’t sure, you call. Got it?”

“What do you mean if I’m not sure?” You paused for a second. “Wait, nevermind. You’re talking about shapeshifters, aren’t you?”

The boys had left three hours ago, and you were running out of things to keep yourself occupied. The TV in the motel room didn’t have many channels, and the only thing worth watching on any of them were reruns of old sitcoms. There were only so many mind-numbing episodes of sitcoms you could stomach, and three hours of them were pushing it. You had dug through all the drawers in the room and had a notepad and golf pencil to show for your efforts. By hour four, you had had enough. The room was stifling, and you were sure that if you had spent any more time pacing, you were going to wear through the thin carpet. Between the lack of anything engaging in the room and the gnawing concern that maybe something bad had happened to Sam or Dean, you were ready to rip your hair out. You needed something to serve as a distraction.

The pawn shop’s neon ‘open’ sign across the way drew your eye when you peeked out the window. Sure, you had been told to stay put, but really, how much trouble could you get into going across the way? You tucked the handgun beneath the pillow of your assigned bed, took three steps towards the door, then stopped. How much danger did a ghost pose? Did it stick to one place? Or did it choose the people it latched onto or lashed out at? What were you even thinking? If it was a ghost, then you were in no more danger across the street than you were in the motel room. You wouldn’t be far, and it wouldn’t be for long. You were a big girl who could make her own decisions. You made sure to grab the room key on your way out.

The pawn shop was small and dingy, and the bars on the windows made it feel prison-like. There was a bell above the door that jingled when you walked in. The girl sitting behind the counter didn’t even bother looking up from the book she was reading, only making a small noise of acknowledgement as you walked by her. She was dressed from head to toe in black with several face piercings that you were sure would’ve been a bitch and a half to get. Honestly, she looked as bored as you felt. The shop was dead with only the two of you in it. There were only a handful of aisles in the shop which subsequently meant that you had meandered your way through them in no time. You went through for a second look, taking any chance you could get at spending time away from the motel room. The amount of junk that people pawned off was astounding. There were several power tools that looked like they would need a prayer to start working and far too many VHS players that people had likely gotten rid of with the advent of DVDs.

“Hey,” a voice caused you to freeze midway through reaching for a closed toolbox. You looked up to see the gal from behind the counter standing at the end of the aisle. 

“Uh... yeah?” you responded, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“There’s something you might like over here,” she said, her tone deadpan. You stayed rooted to where you were standing for a moment. Something felt... off, but you couldn’t quite place your fingers on what might have been causing the feeling. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and you briefly reprimanded yourself for leaving the gun back in the motel room. This was weird, too weird for your comfort. But despite it all feeling strange, it didn’t necessarily feel wrong. It would be easy to leave and book it across the way back to the room. Dean and Sam would never have any idea that you had left, and things would be fine. The worker’s face poked from around the shelf after a moment, expression still impassive. “Come on. I don’t bite, I promise.”

And that’s what did it, your honor. That’s what had you running across the parking lot and barricading yourself in the motel room, crappy wooden chair braced against the door knob and you huddling in the shower, gun in hand. You absolutely weren’t going to be another vampire’s meal, and the ghost wasn’t going to possess you without a fight. Could ghosts even possess people? Sam was right earlier. You really had no idea about anything in the realm of the supernatural. It was officially your new goal to learn anything and everything about every supernatural creature that you could. By the time you were done with the library they had promised you, you were going to be a goddamn encyclopedia. You lost track of how long you spent in the bathroom, ears straining for any hint that the girl across the way had followed after you. When you finally deemed it safe enough to step out from the shower, you brandished the gun, eyes sweeping across the room warily. Nothing seemed out of place. The chair was still tucked against the door, and the only sound in the room was the blood rushing in your ears.

This was fine. 

Everything was fine.

You took several deep breaths, centering yourself back in the moment. Okay. The question then became ‘how to tell the boys you might have found a lead without revealing that you left the room.’ You had the very distinct feeling that telling them you left wasn’t going to fly very well. Was there a lie that would sound believable enough? God, what if there wasn’t even anything going on with that girl, and she was just weird? Was this all just one big case of apophenia? Dean and Sam said they were hunting a ghost; what were the chances that you just happened to come across the thing? Logically, it didn’t make sense. But still, there was something about the place that you couldn’t shake. And your curiosity was clawing at you.

By the time the boys had come back to the room and shared their findings, you had devised the perfect plan to lead them to the possible ghost without ever letting on that you had ever stepped out of the room. To your dismay, they came back triumphant, talking about how the spirit had latched onto some ancient heirloom that was passed down in a family. When the last family member had died and given the heirloom to someone of a different bloodline, the spirit that stuck around to protect the initial family hadn’t been happy and instead killed whoever had the heirloom. It was a cut and dry case. They had destroyed the heirloom, and without it, the ghost had nothing to tether it to this realm. Your foot tapped impatiently as they spoke, pushing around the last few of your fries on your plate. You interspersed questions about ghosts here and there, slowly honing in on your theory. Only powerful ghosts could possess people, and it was very rare that a ghost possessing someone had good intentions. Could there be more than one ghost in the same town? It wasn’t impossible. Improbable, maybe. But still within the realm of possibilities. You weren’t willing to let your hunch go to waste so quickly.

“Can we go into the pawn shop next door?” you asked when the bill came around. Dean raised an eyebrow at you.

“Doubt they have anything good,” he said with a shrug as he tossed several bills onto the table.

“Please? I’ve been cooped up in the hotel room all day. I’m dying to spend some time outside of it,” you pressed, putting on your best puppy dog pout. Sam laughed.

“You two can go. After getting tossed around like a ragdoll, I need a hot shower and some sleep.” Sam brushed his hair out of his face and moved to stand up from the booth. Dean followed suit.

“Just what I need… someone else in my life who has puppy dog eyes as a weapon.” He snatched one of the fries you had left behind on your plate. “Let’s go see what kind of junk they have next door.”

As much as you had wanted Dean to walk into the pawn shop first, he kindly held the door for you and made a dramatic gesture of bowing as you walked past. “After you, princess.” You laughed and tamped down your nerves enough to place your hand on his head, briefly noting how deceptively soft his hair was, and pushed, forcing his bow to deepen.

“A real bow to royalty would expose your neck. It shows reverence,” you teased. He chuckled and turned his head enough to look at you.

“I always associated reverence with religion. I’m not a religious man, but I’d worship you if you asked.” You were pretty sure your eyes had doubled in size because wow that was a line if you had ever heard one. But also, how the hell he had delivered it in a way that didn’t make you cringe was truly a mystery. You didn’t have a response for him and instead continued into the pawn shop, warmed by the blush Dean had managed to color your cheeks with.

The same woman with piercings from earlier was seated behind the cash register again. She glanced up from her book, and you froze in place. The two of you made eye contact, but you didn’t see a hint of recognition in her eyes before she went back to the book she was reading. Despite that, you still felt on edge. Something about this place just didn’t feel... normal. Just like before, you couldn’t quite say that things felt wrong. 

“Does this place feel weird to you at all?” you asked quietly as Dean stepped into the shop behind you. 

“It’s a little musty, but you can’t really have high expectations for a small place like this,” he responded. He made a move to wander down an aisle, but you grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and tugged him in the opposite direction.

“Can... can we look over here?” you urged, pointing towards the glass jewelry case just to the right of the cashier. Maybe he just needed to get closer and his hunter senses would tingle. That was a thing, right? Definitely how those worked.

“Yeah, go for it, sweetheart. I’m gonna look over here,” he jut his thumb in the opposite direction you were hoping for. You had to suppress the frown that threatened to tug the corners of your mouth downwards. Of course he wouldn’t make this easy on you. 

You approached the jewelry case carefully, keeping the cashier in your peripheral vision. She seemed thoroughly engrossed in her book, though you weren’t ready to fully believe that she wasn’t secretly tracking you just above the pages. The jewelry case was only half full of various rings and necklaces neatly laid out for viewing. There were several commemorative coins and badges and a few knives in the case as well. Surprisingly though, none of the glittering pieces caught your eye. Instead, your gaze gravitated to a single dark pendant. You scooted closer to the side of the display case where the pendant hung. The thoughts of what the cashier might have been up to suddenly slipped from your mind as the necklace drew all of your attention to itself. 

Realistically, it wasn’t anything fancy and probably didn’t belong in the same case as the diamonds that sat next to it. It was a simple crescent moon shaped pendant that was a little smaller than a silver dollar. Silver wire was wrapped around it haphazardly, and it hung from a black, braided cord. The most interesting thing about it was that it appeared to have been chipped out from a solid piece of obsidian. You vaguely remember seeing someone at a museum forever and a day ago chipping away flakes of obsidian from a larger chunk to shape an arrowhead. This looked the same, right down to the edges that you were confident were sharp enough to leave a nasty cut if you grabbed it the wrong way. 

“Can I look at this?” you asked, momentarily forgetting all about your concerns of a possibly possessed cashier. Big mistake.

The cashier was already looking at you when you glanced at her to ask for the necklace in the case. There was a flicker of acknowledgement in her eyes, and a smile that looked entirely out of place on her crept over her features. Your hackles rose, and you spared the briefest moment of attention towards where Dean was hidden behind several shelves. If you screamed, surely he would get to you in time. You saw him tuck the handgun into the inside pocket of his jacket before dinner, so you weren’t entirely caught flatfooted. Well, he wasn’t. You, on the other hand, only had the silver pocket knife Dean had insisted you cut yourself with before he let you into the Impala. While it was better than nothing, you weren’t sure you wanted to get close enough to stab a ghost or whoever it might have possessed. 

The sound of the pendant clattering onto the glass case drew you from your thoughts. 

“This is what you were talking about, right?” the cashier asked in the same deadpan tone from earlier. You gave a single curt nod but didn’t move to touch the necklace. As if she had sensed your hesitation, the cashier took a step back, back pressed against the wall behind her. You moved slowly, half expecting her to lunge at you or screech or whatever it was that ghosts did to scare people. She didn’t budge, and as your fingertips brushed against the stone pendant, you were surprised to find that it was warm. Touching it immediately soothed your nerves, and while you were still consciously wary of your surroundings, the little voice in the back of your head that told you to run as far away as possible went quiet. Your shoulders relaxed, the tension falling away from them in large chunks the longer you held onto the moon.

“How much for it?” you asked, and when you looked at the cashier again, it seemed as though the stone’s calming effect extended to her as well. The strange smile that had split her face before was more serene and human-like. 

“Five bucks and we’ll call it even,” she said simply. You nodded, still unsettled by the entire situation. But if it were a bad situation, then Dean would’ve noticed it, right? Speaking of, you were about to turn and call out for him, wanting to know where he had gotten off to. There weren’t many places to hide in this small shop.

“What’d you find?” Dean popped up behind you, and you just about tossed the necklace into the air. You turned around to glare at him.

“Where did you go?”

“Wanted to see if they had any guns I was interested in. What have you got there?” He motioned to your hand, and you held it out to show him the necklace. Dean gave a small nod of acknowledgement, and you paid for the necklace, running a finger along the smooth surface of the moon all the while. You saw it when the cashier handed you the receipt for your purchase. Her movements, which up to that point had seemed almost stilted and awkward, evened out, and as you watched her grab her book and take a seat on the stool again, it looked like the most natural thing of all. She had gone back to ignoring you and Dean. It was fucking weird.

You stepped out of the pawn shop with Dean in tow, and you slipped your newly acquired necklace over your head. The pendant, which was still inexplicably warm, sat against your skin as you tucked it beneath your shirt. As soon as it was settled, the pendant suddenly hummed to life, vibrating gently for a few endless seconds before going quiet. 

“Dean, di–” Your vision went dark.

The Void was a familiar place to you. You didn’t know all of its intricacies, but deep down, you knew it like it was an extension of yourself. It wasn’t quite a friend, but it wasn’t an enemy either. The Void was just that – a void. A mass expanse of nothing that existed for reasons you couldn’t possibly fathom. And there was nothing there. Besides you.

And whatever that was.

Ahead of you was something you couldn’t find the words for. The Void was dark, lacking all light, but whatever you were looking at was somehow darker. If the Void was a shadow, then the thing was a negative space within the darkness. It had a vaguely humanoid shape, but the longer you stared and tried to make out a definitive shape, the more the edges of the nothingness shifted, eluding you. You swallowed hard. You hadn’t Walked into the shadows, and the only time you ever slipped into the Void by mistake was when you were sleeping and had a nightmare. Although you couldn’t make out an actual shape of whatever was in front of you, it lifted its head as though it had been hunched over with its back towards you.

It turned around, and although this other side of it was still as featureless as the first, you swore you could feel eyes on you. Its gaze pierced through you, seeing every building block that had put you together piece by piece. In that moment, you had the very distinct feeling that whatever this thing was could unmake you with little more than a thought. And it was a terrifying realization.

“Well, well, well... you aren’t supposed to be here.” The words resonated in your head. They were a whisper against your cheek. They were a song in your heart. They were everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. But most importantly, the Void didn’t eat them. The words were spoken in a voice you didn��t recognize, but it was distinctly feminine in nature. You couldn’t explain it, but you watched as the figure raised a finger to their lips. “Shh... we’re both breaking rules by being here.”

“Who are you?” Your voice sounded foreign, and you realized this was the first time you could hear in the Void. 

“That’s not the question you want to ask.” The voice’s tone was gentle but firm, like a teacher nudging a student in the direction of the correct answer.

“What are you?”

“Hmm... almost there but not quite. Give it one more try, won’t you, my dear?” 

“What am I?” The words left your lips before you realized you had even thought them.

The figure was suddenly right in front of you, invisible fingers pulling the crescent moon from beneath your shirt and unseen lips pressed against your forehead. You looked up, finding more nothingness in front of you but feeling the warm embrace of one arm wrapped around you.

“You are my Touched, and I bestow my blessing upon you.” The Void exploded, leaving you floating in a sea of stars that glittered like distant coins. It was a cloudless night, and you found yourself reaching out towards the only dark spot in the sky shaped like the crescent you wore around your neck.

“Hey, sweetheart? You in there?” Dean was snapping his fingers in front of your face. You jolted back into reality with a start, finding yourself standing just outside of the pawn shop. “You alright? Where’d you go?” Dean asked, and you watched as his eyes searched your face for any sign of... something. You weren’t sure what he was looking for.

“Yeah... sorry. Uh...” You tried running what had just happened through your head, but the harder you focused on it, the more it slipped away from you. “I wasn’t sure if I turned off the stove before I left home.” Dean laughed, your words placating him. 

“I’m pretty sure you checked everything about three times over before we left. I think it’s a safe bet that you’re okay.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

The motel room was dark when Dean pushed the door open, and when he flicked the light on, he let out a low, exasperated groan.

“Oh come on!” When you stepped inside, you saw exactly what had drawn that kind of reaction from him. Sam had followed through on his plan for the evening. You could hear the bathroom fan still humming across the room, and Sam was collapsed in a heap on top of the blankets of the bed he and Dean were sharing. Supposed to be sharing. Sam had fallen asleep right in the middle of the bed. Whether that was on purpose or not was a different question, though. 

You wet your lips. Maybe there was a god and he had heard your unsaid prayers from earlier. With a heavy sigh, Dean grabbed his duffel bag from the bed and moved it to the small wooden chair in the room.

“Do you want help moving him?” you asked. Sam was tall and decently built – if the T-shirt clinging to his back muscles was anything to go by – but his height meant that his weight was likely more spread out. You certainly wouldn’t be able to lift him, but you were confident you could probably drag him a bit with Dean’s help.

“Nah, he took the brunt of the ghosts’s attention today. He deserves it. Just toss me one of the extra pillows; I’ll make do on the couch.” Even though his tone was nonchalant, there was a hint of something more beneath it. You remembered him mentioning that he was the older brother at some point during the car ride, and while you hadn’t ever had siblings growing up, you had friends that were practically family over the years. You would’ve given up the bed for them too if it meant they got to be comfortable.

A beat passed between you two as you grabbed a pillow from the second bed.

“There’s room in my bed,” you said before you could let your nerves get the better of you. “If you want,” you added hastily. Green eyes met yours, and your fingers unconsciously found the shape of the pendant beneath your shirt. It thrummed against your skin, and you felt your nervousness melt away as Dean spoke, his million-dollar smile lighting up the room more than the overhead lamp.

“You didn’t have to conspire with Sammy just to get me in your bed. All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”

It felt good being God’s favorite.

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[new-tella-us]

Seduce Me Situations!

Cause I'm bored.

Yall for the drama? For the angst? I am! On today's SMS we ask how would the boys react Mika attempting to sacrifice herself to the Demon Lord to save them?

Lets set the scene. The war is being lost, you're probably on the bad route or -if the DL is dead on that boy's route- a different bad route where the DL is too strong. But for whatever reason the DL is willing to make a deal with the S/O; maybe it's to make the son of choice suffer, maybe the S/O got something the DL wants, if we're going with my Mika lore, it's probably her angelic origins and him wanting a piece of that power. Regardless, this deal might spare the boy of choice and give the rebellion more time but it puts the S/O in immediate danger from the one guy that all five of these men have beef with.

The canon answer (as in Michaela has been asked this question and gave an answer) is that the boys are fighting tooth and nail to get the S/O back. There is no way in HELL they're leaving her in the hands of their maniac father. But let's expand on this. If the S/O accepts the deal, gets captured and the boys are basically back at square one with one less S/O, what are they going to do?

Have you ever wanted to see James go from calculated to fucking FERAL? Cause that's what will happen. Like no plan, just rage. Hot, unrestrained rage and fear. He knows he has days at MOST to save his S/O before something horrible happens to them and that's not enough time to plan. He's damn near ready to storm that castle again and rip his father's head off. For once, the other brothers have to talk sense into James.

By contrast, Erik would be all plan. And when I say all plan, I mean all levity in his personality is gone and he is crazy efficient. He's got every move and alternative action planned in his head, unlocking his inner Kalipo with being three steps ahead of everyone. No cocky smile, no quick jabs, just a man with a goal that he will achieve and he will mercilessly cut down anyone that dares stand in his way. He'll get his S/O back alive and well.

Oh the rage Sam would feel if his S/O was in the grasps of his father. But also the terror, panic and a bit of shame. Sam is a very protective man in my eyes, being unable to protect his loved ones would send him spiraling. It is going to be a bloodbath as he storms back to the castle to get the S/O back, no one and nothing can restrain the dragon released from his soul.

Matthew panics of course. Especially if this was adjacent to his bad end so the deal was partially to free him from his father's mind control. Imagine snapping out of being puppetted only to realize that the only reason you could is because your partner sacrificed themself. Nah that would make him run back desperate to fix his mistake and save his lover. I can actually see him accidentally hurting something in himself that can't be fixed just from him using too much of his powers for far too long. That is how desperate he is.

Damien, simply put, is not losing for long. He'd probably rather die. He isn't falling back, nor can he be dragged out of from the mansion. His father has taken everything from him, he's not allowing another loved one to suffer under the Demon Lord's hand like his mother did. So no matter how many times the S/O says to save himself or how many times Damien gets attacked or pushed back, he gets right back up. He's getting up until he gets his lover back and kills the Demon Lord, or until he physically can't get up anymore.

[yaeggravate]

hi i'm back with more crack theories about kaeya and everyone's favorite purple crystal 🥰

warning: this is just for fun, something to keep us entertained during another kaeya lore drought

a while back, before we knew who the sinner was, i suggested he was a fallen angel who gave kaeya his vision. kaeya's vision is pointedly missing two wings which may symbolize his clipped wings.

since there are some parallels between vision givers (archons) and vision bearers i assumed that the circumstances around kaeya's vision (fighting his brother after a betrayal) might hint towards the sinner also having gone through a sibling fallout.

fast forward, and while i was off about a few things, vedrfolnir does indeed have a sibling, one he betrayed pretty badly 🤭

Dainsleif: The Sinner you wish to know about... His situation is different. He and his fellow sinners have long betrayed me, and long betrayed their nation. Dainsleif: His name is Vedrfolnir, "The Visionary." Dainsleif: I'm loath to admit it, but... He is also my kin. My older brother.

who knows, maybe vedrfolnir witnessed the fight between the two brothers and saw himself in kaeya. (there's also something deeply funny about vedr losing his little brother dainsleif and replacing him with a cooler younger brother who also wants nothing to do with him).

Since that day, Kaeya and Diluc have gone their separate ways. But he never discusses it, just as he never discusses the origin of his Vision.

alternatively, perhaps vedr had to keep kaeya alive at all costs and hastily gave him a vision. he just so happens to be a Visionary, a powerful prophet who can divine the fate of the world and apparently see through time itself. ...like some kind of all seeing eye.

you know where this is going.

whether kaeya is a seer or not remains unclear. but there are enough oddities to suggest he knows and sees more than is normal. just look at his hangout! i'm not going to list all the instances but bennett even called him an "omniscient big brother" in an old official blog post. turns out, vedrfolnir is quite literally an omniscient big brother lol.

Kaeya: My dear audience, I ask you this: Do you believe in fate? If fate decreed that your life was to end in tragedy, what would you do?

Kaeya: Fate means to send the machinations of war to every corner of the land, to fan the flames of conflict till they engulf the entire world... Fate would see my sword tainted with the blood of innocents, that the bright banner of my homeland might fly in every nation known to mankind.

Kaeya: Perhaps there's an inept god out there deciding everyone's fates... much like the Akademiya student drafting Darbil's scripts.

how does he know this? is someone dropping spoilers in his ear or does he really have the gift of prophecy?

so imagine for a second kaeya's vision is from vedrfolnir. maybe this created a connection between them which allowed kaeya to catch glimpses of vedr's divinations... this might explain why kaeya was there during the caribert quest. kaeya waited every day for the traveler to show up which to me suggests he was desperate to talk to them. maybe he knew what was going to happen and wanted to warn them. (and then vedr's brother showed up which put a dent in those plans.)

another fun coincidence is that vedrfolnir means "storm pale", "wind bleached", or "wind-witherer". kaeya has many references to storms and wind. (frostwind swordsman, glacial whirlwind, he even came to mondstadt during a storm etc etc). no, this does not mean kaeya is vedr, but hey if child can inherit surtalogi's legacy why can't kaeya inherit vedrfolnir's, who has a history of "helping" the alberichs.

foul legacy is "demon king armament (魔王武装)" in CN, and in fischl's cn voiceline about kaeya, she questions if kaeya has the "demon eye (魔眼)". (it's no coincidence childe's foul legacy form looks like a fucked up seelie)

About Kaeya (CN) Fischl: The reality that cannot be seen through, the karma that cannot be discerned, the mad interweavings of reality and illusion... Perhaps that person and I are alike, shouldering the fate of the "demon eye"...

the sinners are using a power they acquired from the abyss. if the power comes from a demon, who are fallen angels, then it does not kill the fallen angel theory. moreover, the traveler specifically compares venti's upside down statue to the sinner. i think the abyss order are trying to create a mechanical angel; because who else can weave and control ley lines if not the descendants of fate itself? the mecha god might even be used to house vedr himself...

this is not without precedent. i recently found out deshret's mechanical triangle boss, abbreviated as ASIMON, is a reference to the aasimon in dnd, who are angels.... these mechas are imbued with jinn fragments, who are the descendants of the seelie. so essentially, deshret used angel juice to power up his machines.

remus also used the golden seelie bees to weave his symphony. ....sensing a worrying trend here.

i won't lie, it's not looking good for kaeya.

but it gets better

"sinners" and "fishers" in french are almost identical: pécheurs and pêcheurs. this is important because kaeya's ancestor anfortas is named after the fisher king from arthurian legends which was originally written in old french. he's the sinner AND fisher king.

Amfortas is a character from the Grail Romances: the Fisher King (le roi pêcheur) and the Sinner King (le roi pecheur).

kaeya's connections to fishers has been foreshadowed from the beginning; his birthday falls on november 30, which is the feast day of st andrew, a fisherman. his eyepatch in official art has a trident, which was used for spearfishing. (there's also fischl's entire existence aka fischer.)

he even has a hangout pic where he catches a fish. in that same route he went by the alias of albert rich, which might also be a reference to the fisher king being a "rich fisher". it's a double pun!

if kaeya is the new "fisher" or "sinner king", what would he be the king of? khaenri'ah seems like the most logical route. yes, khaenri'ah is gone but it's possible the kingdom can "grow back" just like fischl's immernachtreich.

Oz: "Really? So how do we make your homeland grow back again? Oh, pwease tell me, pweeease, pweeeeease!" Fischl: "Since you inquire so earnestly... give unto me a tranquil haven, promise me eternal admiration, lend me both time and wind, and one shall revive one's homeworld."

...or perhaps kaeya's future "kingdom" is simply mondstadt, which may be a pun on monsalvat, the fisher king's realm.

OR, even crazier, sinner king is literal, and the power the sinners are using belongs to a branch of kaeya's mysterious family... (not necessarily the alberichs).

we don't know yet if anfortas was born an alberich; for all we know he might have been adopted or married into the family. if this is the case, anfortas's lineage could be anything... we also can't forget kaeya's mother, who is an even bigger mystery than kaeya's father.

About Fischl (CN) What? You're saying that Fischl hiding one eye is very fitting for her image as "Prinzessin der Verurteilung"? Haha, by this logic, I should be a descendant of a last generation of royals, right?

😒

[agirlwithmagicpals]

Au lore of the day

Here’s what my Lavenderverse au is like:

This an au that starts off in the early 2000’s basically modern times and people are indeed volunteering to give the classic characters of welcome home descendents due to sudden unexpected circumstances surrounding playfellow and the sudden past abandonment of welcome home only for things like seseme street and the muppets to replace them before the characters themselves literally just showed up outta nowhere in a old fashioned cartoony muppet like way and let’s just say that the newer ones were ether made with the help of human donors or just flat out surrogates mixing human substances with cartoony muppet magic, love, and whatever else they could get their hands on…essentially they’re hybrids

The entity before you is a fallen angel in they’re demon form granted they are a shapeshifter so they can limitlessly choose what form they want to fit into but ether way his name is lafargo and he used to be an archangel ranking up similarly to archangel Michael but is also considered a warrior and protecter as well kinda like a high ranking guardian angel but not quite despite this he only joined in on the rebellion in heaven cause he loved the way his half brother Lucifer thought and it was just one of those moments where you realize that your younger sibling’s got a point yet instead of ending up in hell he ended up in limbo by accident and had to wait for a mortal soul to come to his rescue or at least he was cursed to by heaven’s highest powers yet he still ended up possessing a host who helped him relearn how to use his ancient angelic powers despite the fact that he now uses black magic and fiery magic he’s just so powerful it’s not even funny anymore…he possesses one of your favorite puppets….

he’s also demisexual and is not married or in any kind of relationship in fact he hasn’t been in a relationship for years now at this point granted he’s rather open minded yet still…

[sugarakis-p2]

Diavolo's dark desires

art by vellatrelle

Did you know curiosity is a sin? Diavolo becomes worried for a you who is consumed with asking questions and seeking answers. Despite the belief that you will not be missed, the importance of justice is always on his mind. The question arises of what punishment awaits you if you are caught pursuing your curiosity.

WARNING: 69 (Sex Position)Tentacle Sex Anal Fingering ,Anal Sex, Anal Play, Double Penetration, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Alternate Universe - Prison, Loss of Virginity, Mutual Masturbation, bl touches, Oral Sex, Oral

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Stepping into Devildom was a complete culture shock that you faced with eagerness. After all, the tales of the stunningly beautiful fallen angels had spread far and wide. Despite the massive implications of living in a tri-dimensional reality, the world refused to accept the presence of the other realms that co-exist with us.

Demons and angels have long been enshrouded in mystery of the two concealed worlds they inhabited, with the religious implications being the most controversial of all. Unraveling the spiritual aspect of this emergence was unquestionably the most significant challenge. Yet, gazing into this extraordinary new universe changed life as you know it, rendering it impossible to turn away. If for no other reason than because the rumors of the beauty of the fallen angels were legendary.

Diavolo's presence was as alluring as it was disturbing. He was beautiful, but at the same time, his existence felt like a looming threat. The first day he answers the question on every human’s mind. Is religion correct? His cryptic words cause tension and curiosity.

"I am Diavolo the current lord of the underworld. They are right and wrong from what lore I do know," he said laughing. "There are so many versions it will take me a hundred of years to compare to what I have experienced. My mission is to bring balance to the worlds. Welcome, and let us learn from each other."

His enigmatic answer only amplified the unease pervading the air, inviting more questions that you hoped it might be willing to answer. What exactly does 'bringing balance to the worlds' mean? Is something out of balance therein? What consequences could unfurl? You were eager to discover the answers to these inquiries yet fearful of what the truth might entail. It doesn't sound like anything good to you.

Trying to communicate with the demons is absolutely petrifying. With salacious lust in their voices, they discuss how delectable mortals appear to them. Not with a hint of amusement or in a fun sexual way, but instead with a sinister plan to eagerly consume their prey's sweet, tender flesh. Detailing their craving for the sound of crunching bone and sucking out the marrow from within, they scheme of devouring hearts and licking the squishy eyes out and popping them like grapes between their fangs. Their longing for delicious human flesh is undeniable. Whispers of how they could probably eat one, and no one will notice. Yet they vigilantly respect Lord Diavolo's edict and never fail to obey his orders. This is always followed by a shudder when his name is mentioned.

The fallen angels are as sinister as the pure-blooded demons, ready to pounce and easily provoked. Somewhat ominously, they have a curious affectation towards their resurrected sister spirit, with whom they indulge in a profoundly uncanny courtship; they embrace her like a beloved, yet their embrace is that of a niece with their sister's spirit indelibly embedded in her. You couldn't wrap my head around what you were being told. The thought of it is simply too disturbing to comprehend. The avatars of sin live up to their names.

The angels may appear pleasant, but the air has a definite chill. Any questions about their past are met with a wall of silence, creating a feeling of distrust. Trouble finds them at every turn. Last but not least, the others. The strange beings can only be called chaotic, which makes sense because the classes are also chaotic. The history of devildom is sterile and makes little sense. Devildom's mysterious origins only add to the bedlam, creating a swirling hurricane of chaos.

After months of struggling to adapt, you were summoned to Diavolo's office. With a smirk of satisfaction on his dark face, his assistant Barbartos served tea as you warily took your seat. Diavolo seemed jovial, but you knew the devilish wheels in his head were turning.

"So, tell me what the problem is." He pauses, and you tell him nothing is the problem. Then, slyly suggested employing a Devildom liaison. Instantly, a chill ran up your spine as you vehemently rejected his suggestion. You could feel Barbartos' prying eyes on you, and your stomach dropped as he handed Diavolo your diary. The cloying scent of the tea was oppressive as the silence stretched between you.

"Is it because you have some reservations about Devildom?" Diavolo asked. The hollow thump in your chest echoed ominously, and you gulped down the bitter brew in your cup. Your fate was in Diavolo's hands.

"Where did you get that?" You ask, a hint of unease creeping into your voice. Diavolo gives a sinister chuckle as he abruptly opens it and reads the contents out loud.

"Very ardent pejorative opinions," Barbartos says ominously.

"Indeed. You seem uneasy," Diavolo purrs with a menacing gleam in his eye.

"I'm fine," you reply hastily. Diavolo arches one dark eyebrow and studies you intently, knitting his fingers and looking concerned.

Barbartos sighed deeply. After all the blood, sweat, and tears they put into retrofitting Devildom for humans, he couldn't help but wonder if they had done enough. But the inquisitive gleam in Diavolo's eyes was undeniable.

Before Barbartos had the chance to voice his concerns, Diavolo declared with a vast grin, "I think the best thing for you, little guest, would be to experience Devildom for yourself! And I'll escort you!" A thrill of excitement coursed through Barbartos at the idea, a hint of a smile spreading across his face. Because he knew what was to come. Before you could collect your thoughts, the moment was gone. He was pulling you away, not giving you any time to argue. You were frightened but also, somewhere deep within, excited. You had no idea where you were going, but you knew it would be amazing. The next thing you knew, you were in the air with the wind in your hair. The thrill of the unknown filled you as Diavolo swooped you away on an incredible adventure. You had no clue where you were headed, but you had never felt so alive. His grip was firm but gentle, and you knew that wherever you would go, he would be by your side. You were so excited about the adventure ahead!

He took your hand in his. Your heart raced, filled with adrenaline and warmth. You had thought he was deceiving you with a fake smile, but the look in his eyes told you he was sincere. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he twirled you around the mall, admiring all the extravagant displays of the latest fashion trends. You couldn't help but laugh at his child-like fascination with the new, modern inventions of humans. As he grabbed some cotton candy, he studied the wispy sugar cloud before placing it in his mouth. He was adorable as he tried to understand where it went when he put the sugar cloud in his mouth. Onlookers stared, your cheeks flushing with color. You giggled, and Diavolo looked at you with a seductive smile before he brushed your hair off your face. Diavolo's eyes pierced through yours as he leaned in, brushing his lips against your forehead in a gentle kiss. You couldn't decipher what you felt, just a flustering, warm sensation. But as you looked away, you noticed the dark glint in his eyes, and you couldn't help but wonder what else he was capable of.

As you walked, he entertained you with funny anecdotes and stories of his days creating the school. You listened intently, your attention never dwindling. They stopped in front of a jewelry store, and he pointed out some exquisite diamond pieces to you, asking your opinion about what looked best.

You proceeded to try on the different pieces, and when you chose a sparkling necklace, his eyes lit up and he said, "That one looks perfect on you. You should definitely keep it," with a mischievous smile on his face.

You protested lightly, of course, but eventually gave in and said, “how could I resist your sweet gesture?”

He shook his head and said, “You can’t, and I knew it!” You both laughed before he led you to the register, where he paid for the necklace and presented it to you with a grand gesture. You two shared a brief laugh before he moved to the register. With a grand gesture, Diavolo gave it to you. Your heart fluttered as you opened the box, and the necklace shimmered in the light. Speechless, you put your hand to your mouth. In awe, all you could whisper was, "Wow."

"It's not as beautiful as you," Diavolo said with a mischievous glint. You thanked him, feeling a tapestry of emotions ripple within your chest. Hand-in-hand, the two of you walked out of the store with heartfelt smiles. The air was alive with bliss and anticipation as you looked forward to more dates.

I hope you made up your mind to stay. His penetrating gaze fixed upon you as he spoke earnestly and passionately.

"It is important for you to keep your grades up. Tell me, what you wrote in your diary—were those your true feelings?"

A tremor ran through your body as you struggled to keep a brave expression. Still, you could feel every bit of your being burning under Diavolo's penetrating gaze. You shift under that intense gaze of those strangely appealing eyes. You felt forced to answer.

You reluctantly admitted, "Yes, those feelings had been true then." His gaze suddenly sharpened as he stepped closer, staring intently into your soul. His stern voice demanded an answer.

"Will you vow to stay and put those thoughts behind you?" he asked as something shifted in his presence. Instead of this being like a romantic date, it feels like a wolf that has isolated a sheep. Your pulse started to skyrocket as you felt a trembling in the depths of your being. The magnitude of this decision was immense, and you knew you had to choose what was best for your future. Could you summon the strength to give your reply?

You are about to answer when your breath catches as you detect a slight, almost imperceptible shift in his presence as he spots something beyond you.

"Stay here. I saw someone that should not be here," Diavolo orders before striding off, leaving you feeling both scared and excited. He disappeared into the crowd, mumbling how he wanted one moment for himself. He left you to contemplate if you wish to stay. Before this, you would have instantly begged to go home. But perhaps not everything is as bad as you thought. This is culture shock; you know you're not adapting well. As he fades out of view, you realize you have the opportunity to explore a world that most don't see. A world of mystery and danger that can prove even more thrilling than you originally thought.

As these thoughts ran through your mind, something grabbed your attention. A movement out of the corner of your eye. Had that alleyway always been there? Were you standing here before? You question yourself. You look down the alleyway and shudder. It was like looking into the abyss, and it had looked back. A strange and powerful force pulled you down that alleyway, shocking you out of your trance. You hear faint whispers, which seem to guide you further down the path. You sense that you are getting closer to something important that could give you many more answers than you could have imagined.

You slowly take a deep breath as you venture into the void of the alleyway. You were aware that something strange was happening, and your heart began to race. You took a deep breath and felt the adrenaline rush through your veins. The air was thick with the smell of mystery and anticipation. You could feel a strange energy around you and wondered what this new path would bring. Your curiosity was enough to make you take a few steps forward and find out what lay beyond. You could feel your skin prickling with mystery and anticipation, your heart beating faster and faster as you slowly moved closer to the unknown. You were ready for the adventure that was about to come. Carefully navigating through the uncharted darkness, you notice how the pleasant stone buildings become harsh and imposing. The texture changes under your touch as you keep going. You find yourself standing in the middle of a courtyard, surrounded by towering structures of flesh, their walls pulsing with a feverish heat that you can almost feel seeping into your skin. The chill of the night dissipates in an instant, replaced by a warm and inviting sensation that invades your senses as if you are being enveloped by the heavy breath of the buildings. The chill of the night air is replaced by a warm and inviting energy that emanates from the walls themselves. Alarmed, excited, and intrigued, your gaze turns to the center of the courtyard, and you realize that the darkness here is far from false - in fact, this place is alive. There was no false sky here. Here, there was a fast darkness as one looked up.

The streetlights barely illuminate the darkness, and you feel a sense of apprehension with each step you take as you use your hand to guide you along. As the end of the alley looms, colossal structures are made of shifting flesh. You feel a tingle of excitement and slight fear as you take in your new surroundings. Your eyes settle on the figure in the center of the courtyard.

His presence is commanding, yet he guards carefully over the area. His mere presence is enough to keep any intruders away. You see his lips move ever so slightly as if he were reciting a chant under his breath. As he notices your presence, he stares back. You feel as if time has suddenly stopped, and each second stretches on forever. You are paralyzed with fear, but as his gaze passes over you, he gives you a slight nod of acknowledgment, and a tentacle slithers out to grab your ankle. You are dragged to the powerful demon. Its name is YaalNalgroth and its presence fills your mind with an undercurrent of danger and anticipation as its forked tongue snakes out to lick your face.

"How...How do I know your name?" You squeaked, trying to control the fear and shivers that ran down your spine as his tentacles caressed you lewdly, ripping your clothes off and leaving you to squirm and struggle.   Yaal smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Such a curious little treat. Always asking questions. Always wanting more. Looking for answers. You know that's a sin?" he said slowly, his tentacles wrapping tightly around you as he slithered into your mind. "You’re craving to taste the forbidden fruit that is knowledge is delicious and tantalizing. It reminds me of the first. Diavolo wasn't in being and may not be aware of his deep-seated yearning for you," Yaal savors you again. His long, forked tongue lathing your flesh. Yaal savors you again, his lips parting against your skin, sending electrifying shivers coursing through your body. His moans of pleasure speak the truth. His long, forked tongue tantalizingly trailed over your body, teasing, and tasting every inch of you, intensifying your craving for knowledge and feeding his desire for you.

Yaal pulled you close as he purred softly in your ear. "Can't you feel it? You are the forbidden fruit here. He won't notice if I take a larger sip of your sweet nectar, my love." He carefully lowered you to the hot, writhing mass of bodies below. As you lay there, you soon realize that they are not in the act of pleasure anymore but instead in pain, for they are shapeless lovers in a perpetual state of ecstasy. As Yaal feeds you knowledge, you can feel yourself slowly ripening, as if anticipating the forbidden fruit of knowledge before you. Suddenly, you both are cast back to the moment when YaalNalgroth was born, when the first woman sunk her teeth into the lusciously soft flesh of the illicit fruit.

Just as Yaal was about to take a sip, you writhed, ready to let him. You are poised in front of his lips when you cry out in surprise and are suddenly faced with the formidable presence of Barbatos. Yaal's invading memories flood your mind as part of his ripening. Barbato's wasn't there to save you.

Barbato's' voice was stern and firm as he commanded Yaal, "Duke YaalNalgroth. Please, stop corrupting what is not yours." Yaal immediately released you and stepped back, clearly overwhelmed by the power of Barbato's' voice.

Diavolo suddenly appeared, an intimidating sight in his true form. He was magnificent and fierce and stood tall, staring down at you with pity. His horns were broad and curved inwards, adorned with gold decoration. His four wings were a dark red and black mix, the ends sparkling with golden embellishments. Over his shoulder draped a black-furred shawl, upon which sat a striking gold pendant with multiple bat wings, the center emblazoned with a red jewel. On his arms were six rows of golden triangle patterns punctuated by black vertical markings across his torso. He wore black harem-style pants, with two gold chains and a set of red jewel pendants on each side, draped in a white cloth with a pattern of golden designs. His whole appearance made it clear that he was an entity to be reverenced.

Diavolo's voice turned sinister as he conversed, an unsettling calmness in his tone. "I distinctly recall telling you to leave her to me," he hissed, his eyes narrowing in discontent. But, just as quickly, his expression softened into one of worry, his brows furrowing in false concern. He tried to mask it with a gentle smile, but the blazing fire in his eyes betrayed his true intentions.

"My apologies, sir, but I simply cannot stand idly by as such a delicate and alluring creature slips through your fingers," Barbatos pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion. "I fear that your gentle nature will lead you to release her, and I cannot bear the thought of her being lost to us forever. I know you only wish for peace and harmony within our realm, but I could not help but intervene. I did not seem to overstep my position. But perhaps what I say next might. The risk is worth it, for I cannot bear to see you lose her." Barbatos was saying as he reached into Diavolo's pants. Barbados’s words and touch sent a delicious shiver down Diavolo's spine. He knew he should push him away, but the forbidden pleasure was too irresistible. Little did he know this moment would change everything. His words felt like they were caressing his soul. Barbatos delved deeper into the forbidden territory of Diavolo's pants. The thrill of potentially overstepping my boundaries only fueled the desire in the air.

Your mind is drowning in a sea of overwhelming knowledge, causing you to feel lost and disoriented. Reality seems to be slipping away as you struggle to understand it all. Just as a question form in your mind, the answer floods in, overwhelming you further. It's almost as if you were set up for this chaos. And indeed, you were. Barbatos had orchestrated this situation, his calculating hand at play figuratively and literally as he continued to sensually play with Diavolo's hardening wood. And for what? For his master, the one who stood above you with a tantalizing glint in his eye, his desire palpable as he watches your tender body quiver under his gaze. Barbatos stroke his ever-growing bulge. All of this was for his own twisted pleasure, and you were nothing but a pawn in their wicked game.

"That's true," Diavolo gasped, the words dripping with a primal need. Pre-cum dribbling from his engorged head. "My goal is always at the forefront of my mind, consuming every waking moment. I've had little time to indulge in my deepest desires." Diavolo let out a tortured moan as his throbbing length was expertly caressed by Barbato's slick hand. The hunger in his eyes was palpable, his desire for you a constant ache in his demon heart. The intensity of his longing sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned as fiercely as his own.

 "And yet you deny yourself any pleasure," Barbatos’s voice cut through the air like a whip, causing Diavolo to flinch. "When was the last time you took something for yourself, sir? Something purely for your own satisfaction?" Diavolo remained silent, his guilt evident in his trembling body. His duty as the ruler of the underworld had always been at the forefront of his mind, leaving little room for his own wants and desires. But Barbatos refused to let him continue this self-destructive path.

"You are a demon, sir. A demon with primal needs and urges," the butler's voice dripped with urgency and longing. "And this young, nubile body before you is a delectable treat waiting to be savored." At Barbatos's encouragement, Diavolo's resolve crumbled, and he collapsed between your legs, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he hungrily gazed at your body. With Barbatos's loving guidance, he positioned himself at your entrance, his rock-hard cock throbbing with need. But even in this moment of passion, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disgust towards Barbatos, whose devotion to Diavolo bordered on obsession. You knew he was nothing more than a simp, jerking off his own master in a desperate attempt to please him.

"Dammit! You monsters!" You scream, tears stream down your face as you struggle against their tight grip. "How could you do this to me? I trusted you!" Your heart aches as you realize the magnitude of their betrayal. "I just want to go home!" Diavolo's features shifted instantly, a wave of sorrow washing over his usually proud expression. But you knew deep down it was all just an act. You could see it in how his eyes didn't quite reflect the sadness in his words.

"Breaking a contract with a demon is a grave mistake," he continued, his voice laced with disappointment. "And yet, you dared to venture into forbidden territory. Now, you can never return home. A contract is a contract, such is the law of devildom, and now you must face the consequences." His words hit you like a ton of bricks, crushing any hope of escape.

"I can't believe I fell for your lies," you whisper, defeated. "I never stood a chance against your magic."

Your eyes shift to Barbatos, who calmly strokes his master as if nothing is amiss. You glared at him, defiance burning as they loomed over you. But your anger was soon redirected as Barbatos, the mastermind behind this situation, caught your attention. His hand expertly stroked Diavolo's length, a smug smile playing on his lips as he saw your reaction. Your glare intensified, but Barbatos merely brushed it off with a wave of his hand. Your protests were silenced, just like your chances of ever leaving this cursed place. Panic sets in as you realize the full extent of their power. They are demons, after all. Diavolo and Barbatos exchange a satisfied smirk before turning to you with dark intentions. You know you will never be able to return home at that moment. This is your new reality - a cruel and manipulative demon world ruled by those who tricked and betrayed you. As they hover over you, a sense of dread washes over you, and you can only hope to survive in this hellish new existence.

“That’s right, master. She can’t be allowed to leave after everything she has seen. Listen to me, Master," Barbatos spoke with a sinister glint in his eye. "She cannot be allowed to leave. She has witnessed our forbidden world and willingly indulged in our secrets. She is a treacherous sinner who succumbed to temptation. She chose to break the rules. No one made her. She's a sinner who gave in to temptation. Now, we must decide what to do with her. Maybe we should wait until Master Diavolo has had his fun to punish her properly."

He parted your lips, readying you for Diavolo's upcoming pleasure. The demon prince himself seemed to be struggling with conflicting thoughts.

"Yes, I wanted her in my own way, but this...it feels wrong," he mumbled, his gaze fixed on you. Suddenly, his eyes widened with a predatory glint as he saw something that made his mouth water. "She's a virgin," he exclaimed, drooling, and licking his lips. "I cannot force myself upon her. It goes against everything I stand for."

The atmosphere grew thick with tension as Barbatos and Diavolo contemplated their next move. The fate of the innocent young woman lay in their hands, and they had all the power to decide her demise. For a brief moment, hope blooms in your chest. With an intense gaze that seemed to pierce through your very being, Diavolo's eyes remained fixated on your exposed sex. There was an unsettling aura of dominance and desire emanating from him, leaving you chained to the spot with a mix of fear and anticipation. You couldn't help but shiver at the thought of what he might do next, with his unwavering stare holding you captive in a moment of intense vulnerability.

"My lord, wait until she is fully prepared. I comprehend your desire. It has been an eternity since you have indulged in such a luscious prize. Humans are no more than mere rabbits in this age. A virgin, my dear lord, is an exquisite and scarce delicacy," Barbatos purrs seductively into his ear. A sly grin spread across his face. "Do not deny yourself the pleasure of savoring every last drop of her innocence and submission." Diavolo's eyes darken with a lustful hunger as he bears his fangs, ready to claim you as his own. "Patience, my lord, for the ultimate reward will be worth the wait."

The anticipation builds as Diavolo's dominant aura fills the space between you, sending shivers down your spine. Your body trembles with both fear and desire, knowing that you are at the mercy of this powerful demon lord. Time stands still as you wait, your body aching for his touch. The air fills with an electric tension as Diavolo's hand slowly reaches out to claim you as his possession. The moment has finally arrived, and there is no turning back.

"There are other ways to punish her for her sins. There are countless avenues to exact vengeance upon her for her grave transgressions," Diavolo chuckled darkly, his predatory instincts taking over. His thirst for justice consumed him. "We shall leave no option unexplored. For it is my birthright. My duty as the merciless enforcer of punishment," he snarled, his gaze smoldering with fiery intent. "She shall suffer for her insolence, and I shall revel in my dominance over her. She shall witness the consequences of daring to trespass into our realm with wickedness in her heart, attempting to disrupt the balance by divulging our sacred secrets."

You trembled at the thought of what they had in store for you. Your blood ran cold at the mere thought of what lay ahead. The powerful demons, their dark intentions hidden beneath their deceptive beauty, had you entirely under their control. As they whispered amongst themselves, a sense of terror consumed you, battling with the enticing rush of arousal surging through your body. You had never intended to sabotage the balance. You simply wanted answers for your own sake, but now you were at the mercy of their twisted desires. Dread knotted in your stomach as you recalled your foolish mistake of meddling with their affairs. You had only sought answers, but now you were at their mercy, a mere plaything for their sadistic desires.

Barbatos, the cruelest of them all, leaned in close, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. Barbatos leaned in close to you, his voice dripping with malice. "You should have known better than to meddle in our affairs," he sneered. "Now, you will face the consequences for your curiosity." With a swift movement, his clawed hand gripped your neck, his grip tight and unyielding. Your heart raced as you watched his demon eyes glint with sadistic pleasure. You couldn't even find the strength to speak as he grabbed you, his claws digging into your flesh. Yaal's laughter echoed in your ears as they reveled in your fear. In that moment, you knew that you were truly at the mercy of these creatures from the depths of hell.

"I am about to break the crippling silence spell, for my master relishes in the sound of his lover's voice – be it pained screams or blissful moans. Do not dare to be a nuisance and attempt to rationalize your way out, for I warn you, I shall invoke a most unpleasant consequence," Barbatos murmured coolly, his voice dripping with a menacing undertone.Diavolo, the most feared demon in all of devildom, stepped closer with a sinister grin on his handsome face. Yaal's long, slimy tentacles encircled you, holding you in place as Diavolo's deep, rumbling voice filled the room.

"You see, my dear, your fear is a delicacy for us demons. And I assure you, Yaal here knows exactly how to prepare it perfectly." His hot breath tickled your ear, and you could feel the heat of his body radiating towards you. Your heart raced as you realized the true extent of your situation. A cold chill ran down your spine as Diavolo ran his sharp claws across your exposed neck. The only thing keeping you from falling to the ground was Yaal's firm hold on your body. You were entirely at their mercy, and there was no escape.

"This is just the beginning of your punishment," he growled, his voice laced with a dark promise. "Consider this a taste of what's to come until I fully decide how to make you pay." As his fingers trailed down your exposed body, you couldn't help but shudder at their menacing touch. You could do nothing but shake at their intimidating presence, trapped in a forbidden world with no escape. You knew this would be a night you would never forget. A night of sin and punishment, of forbidden and dark desires. An innocent soul drawn into the dangerous world of demons.

Yaal bent you to expose your pussy to Diavolo, who pressed his body to yours. Gripping your ass, he parts you wide. You scream in terror that he is going to eat you. But as he chomps down, you realize he is not eating you as you had expected.

A wicked smile spread across Yaal's face as he was ordered to reveal your exposed pussy to the powerful demon, Diavolo. Your heart pounded as Yaal bent your legs, exposing a tantalizing sliver of your delicate folds. Your calves were spread apart, one on each side of Diavolo's massive body, as he pressed himself against you. The intensity of his presence made you tremble with fear and desire. With one hand gripping your ass, Diavolo spread you open, baring you completely to his hungry gaze. A bloodcurdling scream escaped your lips as you imagined the imminent attack on your vulnerable body. But to your shock, Diavolo's sharp teeth did not pierce your skin. Instead, he devoured your fear and pleasure with a savage hunger, leaving you trembling with a mixture of terror and intense ecstasy.

As Diavolo ravished your body, every nerve in your body was on fire with pleasure. His tongue and fingers explored every inch of your tight hole, igniting sensations you had never experienced before. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you surrendered to the overpowering pleasure, a mix of surrender and desire filling your mind. At that moment, you knew that you would never be the same after this encounter with the Devil himself. As he ravished your body, you were overcome with wild desire, moaning and begging for more of his merciless devouring. His tongue and fingers delve into your tight hole.

With a gasp, you felt Diavolo's horns digging into your hips, the rough edges adding to the intensity of his touch. His face was pressed against your hot dripping pussy, his moan filled with longing and desire. The throbbing heat of his cock rubbed against your face, making your heart race and your body ache with need. "It's been too long," he groaned, his voice laced with desperation. Your blood rushed through your veins, heat pooling between your legs as you felt the overwhelming desire for him coursing through you. His hot throbbing cock is in your face as you feel all your blood rushing to your head and cunt. With each gasp and moan, your body trembled with excitement as Diavolo continued to ravish you with his tongue. His hands gripped your ass possessively, his horned head bobbing with each movement, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Put that mouth to use. Open wide and suck your Master," Barbatos says, shoving Diavolo's cock in your mouth. It's hard to breathe with his large length stuffing down your throat. Your cheeks are hollow, and your eyes water, but you can only moan in response as Barbatos uses you for his and Diavolo’s pleasure. You are nothing but a mere plaything, helplessly at his mercy, and you embrace it with unbridled fervor. Every touch, every command, ignites a chaotic desire within you, leaving you trembling with a thirst to be claimed by him. It's inexplicable, this unwavering pull towards him and the conflicting emotions it stirs. Despite knowing the danger, you can't resist the allure of being his possession. It incites a burning inquiry in your mind - how can something so devastating also be so irresistible? You should despise this captivity, but instead, you crave what it brings.

"Submit to your Master's desires," Barbato's demands, thrusting Diavolo's cock even deeper into your mouth. You can feel the overwhelming power and dominance radiating from him as your senses are consumed by his taste and smell. You try to pull back, but Barbatos holds your head firmly in place, making you feel completely helpless. The pain and pleasure mix together as you are forced to take in every inch of Diavolo's throbbing length. Just when you think you can't take anymore, Barbatos releases the hold on your head, and you gasp for air, only to have another explosion of Diavolo's hot juices hit the back of your throat. You can't help but moan in ecstasy as your Master marks you as his own. But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he pulled away, leaving you aching and unsatisfied.

"You're not done yet," he growled, his intense eyes daring you to deny him. And like a flame igniting, all the pent-up desire and longing exploded within you. His voice was a low rumble, his piercing gaze holding you captive. But instead of fear, all you felt was a fire igniting deep within you. It was as if his words were a trigger, unleashing all the repressed desire and longing that had been simmering beneath the surface. Yaal pushes you back onto the bed of writhing flesh, Diavolo's hand grazing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. Diavolo strode towards you, his aura radiating danger and temptation. You couldn't resist the pull, lurching towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck, craving his touch like a drug.

"Why do I feel so drawn to you?" You couldn't help but ask, your voice trembling with want. But Yaal just chuckled wickedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief and knowing.

"Oh, she still hasn't learned her lesson," he smirked, reveling in the dangerous game unfolding before him. And you couldn't deny it because, at that moment, you were willing to play with the Devil himself, consumed by an insatiable hunger for more.

With a wicked smirk on his face, Diavolo stands before you, a demon who has cunningly prepared you for your impending punishment. Your heart races in fear as he pounces on you, his body pulsing with dark desire. He thrusts himself into you with brutal force, violating your innocence as he revels in the feeling of your tight and raw walls clenching around him. The pain is intense, and you can't help but gasp in shock and pain, raking your nails down his flesh in protest. But Diavolo only moans in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy at the power he holds over you.

"Behold, little human," he purrs, his voice dripping with malice. "This is what happens to those who dare to threaten the balance in my kingdom." He uses you to satisfy his urges, reveling in the control he exerts over your body. He believes this is for the best, for it keeps his darker desires in check. But for you, it is a nightmare as you realize the true monstrous nature of the demon before you.

Your bodies moved in a primal rhythm, a dance of passion and need, as you both gave in to the overwhelming desire that consumed you. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world could have burned around you, and you wouldn't have cared as long as you were lost in this fiery embrace with the powerful and seductive demon before you. It was a passionate and intense moment, a battle of wills and desire that left you breathless and fulfilled.

"But why?" your mind questions. But you pushed those thoughts aside as Diavolo finally claimed you as his own, his possessive growls and desperate thrusts filling the room as he finally allowed himself to indulge in the pleasure he so desperately craved.

Despite the overwhelming pull towards his ultimate goal, Diavolo couldn't resist the alluring temptation of your body. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was a fleeting taste of bliss that he couldn't get enough of. With a lustful desperation, he surrendered to the pleasure, his body and soul consumed by the insatiable hunger for you. At that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating sensation of your body against him, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. As he surrendered to the raw and carnal urges, Diavolo couldn't help but wonder if this was what true desire felt like, a primal force that could bring even the most powerful demon to his knees. He needs to temper his urges.

The depth of Diavolo's wickedness knows no bounds, as his most nefarious impulses are rooted in a twisted desire for power and domination. Like a puppet master pulling the strings of his unsuspecting victims, Diavolo thrives on instilling fear and using intimidation tactics to manipulate those around him. His tyrannical reign is further fueled by his disdain for humanity and its perceived weaknesses. With a merciless gaze, he reveals the differences between species, relishing his power over them. But harnessing fear as a means of control is a treacherous game that consumes even the most diabolical of minds. It is a trait that speaks volumes of his depravity and lack of empathy, a dangerous combination that threatens all who dare to cross his path.

"Ah! Oh, oh, oh, please. Why?" you moaned.

"Barbatos. I can still see some defiant questioning in her eyes. I like her other cute noises better. I have some questions myself. Do you know what will look cute? I think Barbato's cock in your mouth might be cute? What do you think, Barbatos?" Diavolo asked looking to Barbatos. Barbatos nodded slightly, clearly understanding the unspoken threat in Diavolo's words. Fear and intimidation were Diavolo's favorite weapons, and he reveled in seeing the terror in others' eyes. His judgmental attitude towards humans only fueled his desire to control and manipulate them, relishing his power over their lives. And as you lay there, trembling with terror, you couldn't help but wonder if there was any humanity left in this diabolical creature.

As you watched Diavolo's cheerful expression morph into a cruel sneer, a sense of unease washed over you. Despite his charming persona and love for fun, it was clear that there was darkness lingering beneath the surface. With a commanding voice, he barked at you to obey his every command without hesitation. He saw himself as a superior being and expected others to bow down to him. You couldn't help but feel a chill run down your spine as you were suddenly thrown to the ground, your hands forced behind your back. Tenacles wrapping around your throat and upper body, lifting your front.

Diavolo towered over you, his rich crimson eyes burning with a menacing glint. It was then that you realized how terrifying he could genuinely be. His carefree nature was just a facade, masking a ruler's dangerous and calculating mind. Your heart pounded in your chest as Diavolo leaned in close, his hot breath on your neck as he hissed, "How dare you question me, mortal."

His grip on your wrists tightened, and you winced in pain as he snarled, "I have no tolerance for insolence. You are nothing but a mere toy in my game, and I will not hesitate to dispose of toys that do not obey." The fear in his voice sent shivers down your spine, and you knew that you were at the mercy of a powerful and unpredictable ruler. At that moment, your innocent curiosity about Diavolo gave way to a deep-seated fear and realization of the true extent of his power. You were just a player in his grand scheme, and you could only hope to survive as a plaything in a game controlled by a dictator.

 He exuded an aura of dominance and superiority, his very presence commanding obedience and submission. You couldn't help but feel a chill run down your spine as you watched him mercilessly exert his power over those around him. There was no denying that Diavolo had a thirst for control, and he wielded fear and intimidation as his weapons. You could see the traces of his tyrannical tendencies lurking beneath his charming facade. It was a dangerous combination that could bring about destruction and chaos at any moment. Desperate for guidance and salvation, you turned to Barbatos, hoping for some glimmer of humanity in this cruel realm. But all you received was a blank, emotionless stare mirroring Diavolo's coldness. Even his most loyal advisor seemed to share the same heartlessness and lack of mercy. And as you reluctantly opened your mouth to do as you were told, you couldn't help but fear for your future in this dark and twisted world.

"YaalNaGroth," Diavolo's voice boomed through the dark. The demon lord's golden eyes gleamed with admiration as he gazed upon you, his loyal follower, kneeling before him. The flickering light of the torches cast shadows across your face, contrasting with the wicked smile that played upon Diavolo's lips.

"You have proven your loyalty to me time and time again," he continued, his voice dripping with admiration. "And for that, I shall grant you a most exquisite treat." A wave of anticipation washed over you at his words, your heart racing in anticipation of what would come.

"As a reward for your unwavering loyalty, I offer you the ultimate pleasure," he purred, his hand trailing down to grip your chin and tilt your head up to meet Barbato's smoldering gaze. He grips your jaw to open your mouth wider for the Butler. "Unleash your wicked tentacles upon this pure and innocent maiden's untouched flesh." A wicked grin spread across his face as he gestured to your trembling form, your eyes wide with fear and your delicate features twisted in terror. Your mouth went dry as you realized the true extent of Diavolo's intentions. Gripping your chin tighter, Diavolo leaned in to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Her virgin asshole," he murmured, his thumb circling the tight ring of muscle. You gasped, both in fear and arousal, at the thought of what was to come. Diavolo's hand slid down to your hips, holding you in place as he roughly thrusts his cock back into your sore and bruised pussy. The combination of pain and pleasure sent shocks of arousal through your body, your blood boiling with a heady mix of emotions. But amidst the chaos, Diavolo's following words gave Yaal pause.

"Listen carefully, YaalNaGroth," Diavolo's voice was filled with amusement as he leaned in closer to you, spitting on your ass and causing you to flinch from the warm liquid trickling down your crack. "This particular one is not to be broken like the others. She is a special plaything for me," he continued, gleaming of mischief in his eyes. He gestured towards you, his thumb still inside your tight asshole, as he spoke.

"Once you finish, I intend to have fun with her. But do not mistake my words. I will not tolerate any excessive cruelty towards her. If she proves unworthy, I reserve the right to punish her severely." Diavolo's lips curved into a wicked smile as he watched the anticipation and desire flicker across your face.

"But do not let that discourage you from using all your tentacles to fully ravish this innocent creature," he added with a playful chuckle, thrusting his thumb in and out of your ass for emphasis.

 Without a moment's hesitation, Yaal summoned his tentacles. These sinister appendages were seemingly alive and eager to explore the depths of your body. With a sadistic smirk, he watched as your body trembled in fear and pleasure. His dark eyes were filled with a hunger that could not be satiated. This lust could only be satisfied by indulging in his most twisted desires.

Meanwhile, Barbatos thrust himself between your swollen lips, his leaking cock easily sliding down your throat. You gagged and choked, but he paid no heed. His mind solely focused on dominating and claiming his pleasurable reward.

"She does look cute with my cock in her mouth," He panted as if he was pondering the aesthetics seriously. His hands held your head in place, forcing you to take every inch of him until your mouth was overflowing with him. As Barbatos ravaged your mouth, Yaal's tentacles began their merciless assault on your body. They slithered and coiled around your limbs, wrapping tightly and leaving red marks in their wake. They moved with a purpose, seeking out every sensitive spot on your body and causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain.

But it was not just your limbs that Yaal's tentacles explored. They also delve deep into your most intimate areas, finding and stimulating every hidden nerve. Your moans and cries only spurred them on, urging them to push harder and deeper until you were writhing and begging for more. The two demons continued to pleasure you. You could feel Diavolo's eyes on you. His amusement at your predicament was evident in the wicked smile on his face, and his approval only fueled the demons' desires. With every thrust of Barbatos and every squeeze of Yaal's tentacles, you were brought closer to the edge of ecstasy. Your body was a playground for their twisted desires, entirely at the mercy of their insatiable hunger. And when the combined efforts of the two demons finally pushed you over the edge, you were overcome with a mind-shattering climax, your body spasming uncontrollably as you surrendered to their wicked desires.

Diavolo's thrusts were forceful and unrelenting, his hips slamming into yours with a primal need. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as his fingers dug into your hips, holding you tightly in place. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, building up an intense heat within you. But it was Yaal's tentacles that indeed drove you over the edge. The slimy appendages wrapped around your body, trailing over every inch of your skin with precise and calculated movements. Their slippery touch sent shivers down your spine as they toyed with your sensitive flesh, amplifying every sensation and heightening your pleasure to unbearable levels, consumed by their insatiable lust and twisted desires. The mixture of Diavolo's powerful thrusts and Yaal's relentless tentacles was overwhelming, taking you to the brink of ecstasy with each passing moment.

As the onslaught continued, your body was pushed to its limits. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask for mercy. Asking questions can lead to more punishment. You wanted more, needed more of this intense and forbidden pleasure. And then, just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, Yaal's tentacles tightened around you, focusing their attention on your most sensitive areas. The pleasure was too much to bear, and with one final thrust from Diavolo, you were overcome by a mind-shattering climax.

Your body convulsed in pleasure, writhing and quivering as the waves of ecstasy washed over you. Your moans and cries filled the air as you surrendered utterly to the delight these wicked creatures had brought upon you. You were nothing but a vessel for their insatiable desires, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure that they bestowed upon you. And as the tremors of your climax subsided, you were left spent and panting, these demons who had taken you to heights of pleasure you never knew existed.

The night was consumed by unbridled lust, your tentacles ravaging every inch of the mortal woman's body until you were shaking and completely spent. You could feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at having pleased your powerful Master, Diavolo, to such an extent. But even as you lay panting and dripping with sweat and cum before him, you were not done. Three insatiable demons descended upon you, their relentless desires tearing through you in an intoxicating frenzy of pleasure and sin.

When it was all over, you were left as a convulsive, exhausted heap, filled to the brim with the remnants of their lustful desires. But even then, your Master's attention did not wane as Barbatos swooped in to care for you, treating you like the most precious of Diavolo's treasures.

He created a prison of comfort for you, manipulating time itself so that you would not even know how much had passed. As Diavolo indulged in his human concubine, you were kept safe and cared for by Barbatos, ensuring that you would never escape or feel neglected. Barbatos' words echoed in your mind as he stroked your hair gently, soothing you after your intense ordeal.

You are a human concubine chosen by the Prince of Devildom himself. You were subjected to unimaginable pleasures and pains every night, all at the mercy of Diavolo and his servants. With each passing night, you found yourself becoming more and more lost in the frenzy of passion and debauchery, unable to resist the temptations and pleasures that surrounded you. Under the guidance of Diavolo and his experienced demons, you were trained to become the ultimate pleasure object, fulfilling every desire and whim of the prince's insatiable appetite.

But this night was different. As exhaustion finally overtook you, you were overwhelmed with pride and fulfillment. You had pleased your Master, and that was all that mattered. And as you lay trembling and covered in their cum, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at being able to bring such pleasure to powerful demons. But the night was far from over. As if sensing your heightened state, Diavolo signaled for his two companions, the powerful demons Lucifer and Mammon, to join in. You were mercilessly ravaged by the three of them, unable to resist their commanding presence and insatiable lust. Amidst the frenzy, Barbatos remained by your side, his gentle touch comforting you as he watched over you.

A prized possession of Diavolo and his trusted servant, and as you drifted off to sleep, fatigue and contentment washing over you, you couldn't help but wonder what pleasures awaited you in the coming nights.

Barbatos reported, a hint of a sly smirk on his lips as he looked down at you, satisfied with his work. Diavolo was grateful for Barbatos' efforts to make sure you were well taken care of in your captivity. Diavolo chuckled, a dark and possessive gleam in his eyes as he ran a hand through your hair, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

"She looks so beautiful, completely ruined, and yet still begging for more. I knew she was the perfect choice, Barbatos. I could never tire of such a devoted and insatiable lover. She keeps the others in line waiting for a taste."

You couldn't help but moan at Diavolo's words, feeling a renewed surge of arousal at his possessive hold on you. As he claimed you once again, you couldn't help but feel grateful to be at the mercy of such powerful and passionate beings. When the night finally ended, you were left exhausted and covered in marks and bruises but also fulfilled and satisfied in a way you never thought possible.

"Yes, Master. There is a reason we make sure all the humans have no family looking for them," Barbatos agreed. As you fell into a deep and contented sleep, you knew that you had found your true purpose and pleasure in serving your Master and his demons, willing to do whatever it took to please them and be by their side. They both held you with love and care.