#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"

[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….

[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

[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 ;)

[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.

[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

[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 💜

[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?

😒

[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

Happy valentines day! Extra filthy for you!

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.

[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.

[anonymouscheeses]

Nah not really! 😝🫶

Just kidding guys I love Aurora she's such a cutie patootie In need of mental, psychological and physical help!! Anyways oc lore drop below I guesssss 🥰

Uhh I'll tell history of her first!

So she started out as a side character actually... back when I was like... 9 or 10?? I was edgy asf. And I made a self insert oc who doesn't look anything like me anymore and now Aurora whos the mc now... kinda looks like me... but that's by coincidence she always looked like this i swear! She don't even act like me pls 😭 anyway. So it was basically an edgy story abt furries in the forrest. It's still about that but more than that. I think it was my second group of oc's I've ever made, apart from... more furries.

The story got more and more alternation and it turned into this queer allegory(i used to say racial allegory but its more queer one than that). Aurora hides a part of her (the ears) to pretend to be normal and fit in. She can't tell anyone what she truly is so she never feels like she actually does belong where she is. One day she let's her secret out and her house is burned down by some towns people. She runs away from the town, hiding in the forrest. Then her friend, Allison follows her, usually wearing a hat or beanie, now takes it off to show a similar pair of ears. They are the same, same situation and same outcome. Things get complicated when a few years later two teenagers(Jake and Jenny. Dating 🤭) their age come to try and track down the two to kill for honor among the town(they of course refuse to after meeting the two.) They become best friends and even have romantic interactions with Aurora. Ally, being a freak for her best friend, is jealous.

She makes a deal with a demon to find comfort.

Yeah I didn't explain everything surprisingly 😭 there's alot that goes on so if you want to see more work or think the story is at least a BIT interesting. My YouTube channel is under the same name! Milk pfp. I'll probably change it to same pfp idk

O ya an the reason she has angel wings and halo is cuz she's used as a host by an angel non consensually!! 🥰 its a WHOLE chapter of her story-

[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…

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

David Simmons, “There’s a ton of lore on unicorns too”: Postmodernist Micro-Narratives and Supernatural in TV Goes to Hell: an Unofficial Roadmap of Supernatural

started writing this mostly as a reflection on the above chapter from TV Goes to Hell. the show from its initial outset is based around a particular formula. the brothers often rely on a postmodern patchwork of stories to 'solve' their monster-of-the-week. on this show, everything can be real all together, all at once: from alternate myths and histories, to movie monsters, to urban legends, cultural gods, and folk tales. this cultural melange gets 'tamed' through the frame of the show's monster-of-the-week format itself, where everything gets solved to fit a singular narrative: identify the monster, find a way to defeat it, and successfully eliminate it (there are rare exceptions to this formula: bugs is the standout)

there's a tension between the characters' research, drawing from unofficial sources, local legends and civilian accounts versus the show's format demanding, in a sense, that fear of the unknown (really a fear of difference) be conquered through the simplified logic of its formula. unofficial sources and beliefs become incorporated into an official narrative, so to speak. they gain legitimacy and authority through our heroes use of them, not the other way around. magic is evil when a witch uses it, but somehow the rituals and spellwork our heroes use to defeat them don't count. you feel me. and that same logic applies to what monsters count as real and what doesn't. on this show, everything becomes real when our protagonists are able to see it and kill it.

(1.01, 'Pilot')

so a common show critique i see tends to separate the more episodic plots of the early seasons (1-3) from the more serialised grand epic narratives of 4-5 onwards. well my argument is this - nah, that impulse was there from the start! the mystery of the show was always going to dissipate, because explaining away the mystery was always a part of its initial premise. the concept that - 'the monster under your bed is no longer scary when you can name what it is and learn how to kill it' - turns into -> a fear of death? heaven and hell and everything else in between are now real, tangible places! fear over external, powerful forces meddling in your lives? demons, angels, leviathans, god himself! now all real and tangible beings! the air of horror and mystery shrouding s1-2 was never gonna last. the murky horror was always a means to a defeatable end.

(5.19, 'Hammer of the Gods')

anyways. there's an obvious mythological hierarchy in this series and it's very funny to me. all gods and spirits and monsters, even the ones predating christian mythology, fall under its ruling (white, judeo-christian) narrative authority. the postmodern embrace of multiple narratives is a ruse. all incompatible things lead to a universal truth. the show doesn't dispell the existence of differences; rather everything is to be combined, united under a totalising front, despite the contradictory nature of that impulse. this narrative then, down to its bare bones formula, is a civilising mission. civilisation barreling in, banishing fear and uncertainty from the light. and in order to stay in that light, one must submit to its complete authority. by this show's logic, uniformity ultimately requires the subjugation of difference.

[crazywolf828]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: RWBY

Relationship: Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long

Characters: Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long, Ozpin (RWBY), Adam Taurus (Mentioned)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Heaven, Heaven & Hell, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Angel Yang Xiao Long, Angst, I fuck with Bible lore, Blake as Eve, Bumbleby Week (RWBY), Bumbleby Week 2024 (RWBY)

Summary:

Yang hadn't wanted this, hadn't wanted to fall, she just wanted to help. Somehow she made everything so much worse.

She'd never been like the rest of the angels, her ideas had always caused worry. Their job was to protect earth, protect this new life they'd all created together.

Keep it from being destroyed.

-

Bumbleby Week Day 7: AU day

Shout out to the mods for putting together this year's bee week! Make sure to go check out @bumblebyweek-blog for more amazing art/fics!