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moremysteriesthantragedies · 2 years ago

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Leaf Fun

"Again, again!" Little Bradi said, exclaiming as he jumped up and down and Desiderius sighed.

The small being was wrapped up in his puffy coat and boots, hat on his tiny head and glows on his adorably stubby fingers, both sporting the outline of his favorite cartoon character. The demon didn’t exactly understand the point, knowing Bradi could not see it while wearing it but, oh well.

"Very well little lamb. Now please, stop jumping about, you're only making my job harder you know.”

He didn’t say this harshly, chuckling at the child’s excitement that he eventually managed to tamper as Bradi stood, less than patiently, vibrating to the side of the once-leaf pile on the crumbling grass. At least Des assumed based on what he knew about the seasons, only able to see them in lines of brown on the black surface of his vision.

They were in the forested backyard of Mr. and Mrs. Cohen, and there were plenty of Autumn leaves scattered all around, Desiderius focused on the ones nearby as, with a disembodied wind, he gathered them up to the best of his ability.

The demon was forever fascinated by the simple games and activities that human children found so entertaining. If he could just keep piling up a couple of little tree-given corpses and have his fill from jumping into them over and over, well, he certainly would!

“There you go!” he said, the child squealing in delight, rushing towards it and belly flopping into the pile, scattering translucent filled in outlines of yellow, orange, and red all about.

There was something to be said about these peaceful afternoons, where nothing, in particular, was happening and nothing would. One would never get this in the demon realm, where one of three things were bound to happen; the followers of a certain demon would make a stir, causing that demon to be pestered about it without stop or reprieve, a fight would break out, or the demons would gather in order to try to come to some standstill (it never worked). Perhaps that’s why Desiderius adored Earth so much. Certainly not every corner of it was peaceful, but there were moments where beings such as him and the child could simply frolic in the safety of a yard, knowing no one untoward would suddenly appear. Not a demon nor a human, well, unless he counted Bradi’s adoptive parents but, for once, they were preoccupied in other things he could sense.

The child finally grew tired of his little game, picking at the leaves on the ground as he sat down cross-legged. Looking at the sky, Des could tell the sun was beginning to set, following that bright yellow orb as it became orange and floated gently down. He preferred not to have the child out at night, regardless of what his human parents might say. He smiled, knowing to be gentle about the fact that “outdoor playtime” was over to the sensitive creature.

“What do you want to do after this? I think we should go inside, it’s getting very cold and I’m certain you’ve tuckered yourself out by now,” he said, the child puffing his cheeks up in a pout, though, after shivering and seeing the darkening of the sky, he didn’t put up much of a fight.

The child had always found the forest quite unsettling at night, the demon had noticed. He walked up the path, eyes lighting up as an idea came to him.

“Oh, oh! Can we make hot cocoa maybe, and watch a movie?” the child asked and Desiderius chuckled, nodding along, tail flickering and making him giggle along.

“Of course. But, let’s make sure to not stay up too late alright? I’m already quite tuckered out from that er…leaf hopping,” Des said, the child giving him a look at his name for it, but smiling all the same.

He reached out his small hand, Des happily taking it as they finally made it to the screen door, sliding it open with his free hand.

“Okay, Desi.”

And so, another Autumn afternoon passed…

#flufftober #tw demon #tw implied neglect #infernal serenade #one shot #wip one shot #nightmareshorts #sweetpeaches🍑#cherrywine🍒

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moremysteriesthantragedies · 2 years ago

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A Red Christmas

Word Count: 3205 Rating: PG-13 POV: Desiderius, third person limited

Trigger Warnings: Mention of childhood trauma, attempted murder, and demons.

“Little lamb, what on Earth are you doing?” Desiderius asked the small child, who was placing his stuffed animals protectively around the bed.

It was placed in the middle of the room, dresser to the right of it, and bedside table to the left. There was a toy bin by the door he was taking from, and a plain, mustard carpet on the floor in front of the door. Desiderius watched him carefully to ensure the child didn’t trip in his hurry.

He was in an adorable little reindeer onesie, and Desiderius had to fight the urge to hold his soul, getting all cozy and cuddly for the winter season. Perhaps it could stop the little human from having such bad dreams, he deserved that much during the holidays the demon thought.

“Skylar said a big old man is going to break into the house,” Bradi explained, finishing his circle and Desiderius blinked.

“Little lamb, are you talking about Santa?” The child looked up, becoming teary-eyed.

“You know him? Are you going to let him break in too?” Desiderius quickly gestured dismissively.

“No, no! It isn’t like that!” He said, then, explained, “He isn’t breaking in to hurt you. He just wants to leave you gifts. Don’t you enjoy gifts?”

Bradi whined at that, crawling into bed and hiding under the fluffy covers. He shook his head, beginning to cower and Desiderius sighed. He knew the child had quite strange fears, though he never believed such a common holiday tradition would bother him this much.

“Listen, I’ll take care of this ‘Santa’ business, so you can just sleep as per usual. Deal?” he asked and the child peeked out, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Really?” Desiderius nodded. “You’re not gonna put me in the positivity corner for not going along with it?” The demon carefully stroked his small cheek.

The child, thankfully and due to being his carrier, could not become cold, body quite warm by default and keeping him warm during chillier nights.

“I’d never put you in the positivity corner for anything,” he said and Bradi’s eyes lit up. He stopped cowering, slipping into bed more properly, and smiled.

“Thanks, Desi.”

The demon didn’t think much of this. After all, in all his years of having carriers, he’d never met this supposed Santa Claus. Then again, all his carriers of the past would certainly be on the naughty list and, or, died before such an event could occur. Des’ Christmas present most years, therefore, was mostly their delicious souls in the pit of his stomach. He rubbed it and drooled mildly at that thought.

Not to mention none of them were children. Still, surely the idea of a jolly fat man that broke into your house to give you presents was ludicrous, yes?

Des smiled confidently at his conclusion, staying awake only until the child fell asleep, and he soon followed suit. A demon’s slumber was dreamless, and he appreciated the downtime and pure silence for that short period of time. He could never stop the thoughts from following in, but they were considerably quieter when humans were asleep, giving him a slight respite every night.

However, in the middle of the night, he was awoken by a stirring downstairs. Every fiber in his being went rigid at the moment of the being, forcing his vision to return to him and causing him to sit up. He’d been curled up, cuddling onto his tail when he received this rude awakening, causing him to glare at the noise. It was quiet for the humans, but to him, they might as well have been doing construction work.

He yawned, quickly checking if it was just the parents downstairs planning to set up a fun Christmas surprise for their children. His demon eyes could easily see through the floor, always looking as if others were either floating or he was to him. Except, it was only one soul, and it certainly wasn’t a familiar one, especially considering he could not read their mind at all. It completely alluded him, no matter how many times he tried, though perhaps he was just too tired to do so at the present moment.

He sighed, forcing his presence to drag itself away from the child and out towards the main room to float down the stairs. The house was rather plain, and it wasn’t just because of his vision either. Although he saw everything in its basic form with dull splashes of color here and there, the simple truth was there really wasn’t a whole lot to see here. Bradi’s parents, adoptive parents more accurately, had always wanted the perfect family home, and so, they’d decorated it accordingly. There were beiges and creams, with the children’s rooms being as dull as the parents and the outside spaces practically having no furniture at all.

Desiderius had grown accustomed to it, though he’d be lying if he said the lack of sprucing up, even for the holidays, didn’t bother him. He was hoping for some colored lights and cute, fun little touches for the children. But alas, the grownups were not creative enough for that. Although he did note the candy canes now lining the stairwell as he not so eagerly followed the noise.

What an unfortunate coincidence someone should break into the house now, Des thought to himself as he reached the ground floor with a muffled yawn. Oh well, he would simply have to deal with them. Then he could go back to bed, and Bradi could have a lovely little Christmas without this supposed, evil “Santa Claus”.

He went to the source, peering into the living room with the Christmas tree, and…while there was certainly an intruder, it was no normal intruder. In fact, they wore a bright red suit, had white hair with quite a luscious beard, and sported a big, fat, round belly. Their skin was unnaturally white, twinkling like snow in the low light of the tree.

“Ho, ho, ho, this room isn’t fit for Christmas at all!” the man said as Desiderius stared, looking around the mostly undecorated room.

There was the tree of course, but, considering it was simply just white and silver, Desiderius wasn’t quite certain if that could count. The rest was just the usual, a fireplace on the far wall, a set of four chairs all facing the Christmas tree, and a coffee table placed on the rug in between the two. It had its usual mints and magazines on the bottom, along with Santa’s “offerings” on the table. If the demon didn’t know any better, he’d assume they were a demon themselves.

The man cartoonishly put up a curled finger and reached into his coat to pull out a string of lights. Considering its length and lack of tangles, it surely didn’t fit in there naturally. Des watched for a good moment, before looking away in his absolute shock. He’d been alive for who knew how many centuries and yet, this was something he would have never predicted in all those years doubled.

Santa was real? How come they had never met in all his existence here, and what in the void sort of being was he for the demons to be unaware of his presence! His tail swished as he bit his claws, considering what to do. Certainly, he was an intruder, although, putting up Christmas decorations when the adults wouldn’t was surprisingly kind, useful even! Bradi would be thrilled to see more Christmas spirit! And yet…

Remembering what he had promised the child, the demon smirked, eyeing the large man again. He’d let him put up his decorations and pass on his presents of Christmas cheer, but, after the fact, he didn’t see why he shouldn’t have a little Christmas present of his own. Besides, his overly jolly demeanor and friendly appearance were enough to tick him off. Large, colorfully decorated antlers, gently flashing eyes, and rosy features? Now that just wouldn’t do! He didn’t even fit the human’s assumptions of him, what a sham.

“This should be fun,” Des said to himself, tail still swishing, but now with the excitement of the chase.

The man did not notice him, occupying himself with putting lights on the fireplace and only making Desiderius smile more.

Once this so-called Santa was done, there were multicolor lights on the mantel, adorable light-up deer by the tree, and an assortment of snow globes for each member of the family on the side table. He hummed Christmas classics as he did so, Desiderius forcing down his urge to sing along to the wonderful jingles. After all, he had work to do!

While the old creature was making himself busy, so was the demon. The things he could move and touch were limited in this form without being able to use his carrier’s body, so, he had to improvise. He’d managed to use his wind to separate one of the cookies from the rest on the table. Considering his plans, he wouldn’t want them touching after he’d managed to smother this one in something…special.

The fraud stepped back, putting his hands on his hips as he admired his work and nodded.

“Much better! Now, let’s see here,” he said, pulling out yet another thing from his coat jacket.

It was a list, and he sat down on one of the cush, velvet cushions of a chair as it unfurled. He was seemingly looking for Bradi and Skylar’s names, reading out loud as he found the former. Desiderius listened closely, throat shaking with the ghost of a growl as the being spoke.

“Let’s see, oh no, it looks like Bradi has been acting out this year! But his brother Skylar and his parents haven’t been too nice either. What a sad sight,” he said, pausing and adjusting his glasses as something seemingly appeared amiss to him, “But who is this Desiderius character? He certainly doesn’t sound human. Perhaps an imaginary friend?”

Des huffed at that, wondering if Santa really was as old as the stories, or if he really was a fraud in that cause. He didn’t know any immortal being that didn’t know his name, and his form had puffed up slightly in his annoyance at this confusion.

The man ate some cookies as he continued. The “special cookie” did not miss his notice, and he picked it up to inspect it.

“Hm, what are these blue sprinkles then?” Santa asked, taking a bite and tasting it carefully.

Although his tongue already looked as if it had been painted with frosting, blending in with the cookie as he chewed.

Desiderius watched in anticipation, waiting eagerly for the substance to strike anytime soon. The more bites the man took, the closer Des crept forward.

Yet, the man just laughed, he even finished it, ensuring not to get the sprinkles anywhere else. He stood to clean off his hands before daring to touch the others.

“Ah, rat poison. I haven’t had that one in a while. Very naughty indeed,” he said, walking gradually to the downstairs bathroom and the demon gawked at him.

He calmly cleaned his hands, and then cleaned off the table to ensure none of the children could reach the dangerous substance. Although Desiderius was relieved, it confirmed his theory. This other being went beyond just being a happy face.

“Then what is he?” the demon murmured to himself, retreating back into the hallway as he considered how to deal with this unknown entity.

Well, just because poison had no effect on him didn’t mean other tried and trued methods wouldn’t work, the demon thought. Surely it’d just be a trial and error process, and sooner or later, he’d find something that would make the man go belly up. Yes, he chuckled softly to himself, there was no need to be intimidated. After all, he was a demon, and what could be stronger than that?

He looked back into the living room, watching the man, now putting down presents, and waiting for just the right time to strike. He waited for Santa to scoot back next to the mantel, before using the wind to grab the lights. They sprung forward, wrapping tightly around the man’s neck.

The demon rubbed his claws together, body trembling in excitement at the chokes and muffled shouts he was certain would come from the man sooner or later. He’d just have to keep them on, and then wait for the man’s face to become even paler than it was now. He chuckled, his whole being dancing with anticipation.

Yet, in actuality, the man didn’t notice, not until they hindered his movement and he slowly looked back. He blinked, unwrapping the lights and staring at them.

“Strange. I must not have put them on securely enough. I should sort to that right away, otherwise, it will become a holiday and safety violation. Ho ho ho!” the man said, holding his belly as it shook with his laugh.

The demon fought the temptation to run his claws along the wall, not wanting to hurt his carrier as he knows it would only poke his sides.

Desiderius tried everything he could think of, becoming more and more dramatic by the minute. Tripping him up by blinding him with his hat, throwing ornaments, physically attempting to throw him (he was shockingly somehow much heavier than he looked, and also oddly familiar feeling), and attempting to hit him with sharp objects.

But every time Santa just walked it off, laughing his belly laughs and continuing to scatter presents around the tree as he sorted through his bag. Desiderius was at least hoping for some fear, but the emotion seemed impossible to instill in the old being, making the demon grind his fangs.

In the end, the living room had become a tornado of wind, blowing things left and right as the demon waved back and forth, throwing everything he could at the man all at once in a last-ditch effort to kill him finally. Yet, nothing would faze him, just hitting off of him without so much as a scratch.

“What on Earth!” he said as he stumbled back and forth in the torrent, keeping a head on his hand to keep his hat in its place.

“Why won’t you just die for lust’s sake!”

The man’s eyes lit up, clearly one of the few who could hear Desiderius’ voice as he clearly reacted to it.

“Ah!” Santa said suddenly in understanding, clapping and all at once Des found himself frozen.

In fact, the whole room was frozen, all controlled by the palm of this human-looking man’s hand, before he made a sweeping gesture and it all went back to place. Everything that had fallen was set right, and the room appeared as if it had never been touched at all.

Desiderius too was released, claws gripping and tail wagging back and forth at the absolute nerve of this being to control him of all people! Though, if Santa was aware of this irritation, he did not note it. Instead, he turned to Desiderius, smiling widely with his rosy cheeks.

“Hello fellow child of God! How surprising to see you here! Believe it or not, in all my years as Santa, I have not once seen one of my own here on Earth, though I’ve heard the stories. So this would be a first for me,” he said, and Des lowered himself, letting out a huff.

His own? No, that couldn’t be right, the demon refused to believe it! Sure, it was true Santa had his own following that sent him requests, and offerings, and…oh who was Desiderius kidding. Looking at his pseudo-human appearance

“For me as well.”

The man smiled even more at that, looking honored, as he should, though it still bothered the demon that he could not make the man fear him, despite his many attempts. He was at the top of the hierarchy back in the demon realm, though he supposed that made little difference to a demon that had managed to remain outside of said system. What was the use when he was hardly built to fight, the demon supposed.

If anything, he should fear this demon. Keeping another demon under control for even a second was impressive, let alone several minutes.

“I am so glad to hear you’re taking care of Bradi. Although, I must ask Desiderius, why did you try to murder me? I apologize if I startled or alarmed you, I imagine a surprise guest can do that to us all,” he said, not looking the least bit offended or upset, just curious.

Desiderius thought he shouldn’t be, considering the circumstances. Though he just crossed his arms and refused to make eye contact with the man as he answered.

“I was bored. All the little humans are all snuggled up and asleep in their beds and I had nothing to do. What else do you expect from another demon of all things?”

When Santa raised a wispy eyebrow, however, tapping his list in a scolding gesture, Desiderius was compelled to tell the truth before Santa could read it for himself. The demon sighed, finding this ability of his quite the pain.

“My kid…carrier was quite upset when he heard about you. He hasn’t done well with adults since the incident, and so I promised to take care of you, so to speak. Believe it or not, I do make it a point to keep my promises.”

Santa nodded in understanding, patting the air and placing away his list, satisfied with this response.

“You’re a good father,” the jolly man said, picking up one of the thumbprint cookies and holding it out to him, “Cookie?”

The demon tilted his head at the offer. He supposed, perhaps, Santa wasn’t that bad of a guy after all. Demon more accurately, though it was no surprise any demon based in joy and holiday spirit wouldn’t be as terse as the others.

The jolly fat man was allowed to leave the house in peace (mostly because the demon realized he could hardly be killed), and Desiderius went back to sleep by the child’s side with a smile. Thankfully, despite the occurrences of that night, the child had not yet stirred. He looked at his curled-up figure, blowing up the blankets to fully cover his shoulders as he dreamed away. He could sense that, for once, his dreams were not unpleasant ones, and silently thanked the other demon for this blessing. After all, Bradi’s head was sparkling.

That morning, Bradi was greeted by a surprise, finding a plate of cookies lying on his bedside table.

“Cookies!” he said, immediately grabbing them and giggling at the note.

One had been placed there, reading in fancy cursive “from dad”. It was Santa’s present to the demon to help cheer up the skittish child and refill him with Christmas spirit. Considering, it appeared to work. Already in his lack of consciousness, the demon could start to taste that sickeningly sweet frosting as the child started to eat them.

The demon hummed happily in his sleep, slowly waking for his first Christmas day with the small, excitable human.

“Merry Christmas, little lamb.”

#infernal serenade #oneshot #Christmas oneshot #Christmas one shot #oc: des #oc: bradi #merry Christmas everyone!#wip one shot #horror one shot #nightmareshorts #cherrywine🍒#sweetpeaches🍑

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moremysteriesthantragedies · 1 year ago

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Infernal Serenade Archetypes

Used this quiz for the Infernal Serenade cast to see what they'd all get!

Quince

Bradi

Desiderius

Juno

Castell

William

None of these really surprised me tbh.

#Infernal Serenade #undescribed #lemons🍋#sweetpeaches🍑#cherrywine🍒#demonhunter🌷#castella✨#lia🎀

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moremysteriesthantragedies · 1 year ago

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IT'S DES' BIRTHDAY! WOOT WOOT! 🎉🙌🏻

#cherrywine🍒#infernal serenade

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moremysteriesthantragedies · 1 year ago

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Is it...gay to be gay?

-Something Quince probably asked Des at some point.

#infernal serenade #cherrywine🍒#lemons🍋

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moremysteriesthantragedies · 2 years ago

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I love the idea of twisting the cliche on its head by having Quince be like "w-what, are you gonna tell me he doesn't actually love me and is just manipulating me" about Des and their relationship, and Lassefi and Esuriet are like, "Oh no, actually he's always been a real softie, this makes perfect sense."

#lemons🍋#cherrywine🍒#lassefi #esuriet

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moremysteriesthantragedies · 2 years ago

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Quince: So, Des, how are you feeling today?

Des: Well, Quince my dear. Birds flying high, you know how I feel~

Quince: Oh God, not this again.

#cherrywine🍒#lemons🍋#infernal serenade #writingmemers

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moremysteriesthantragedies · 2 years ago

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Hi dear! Topaz and Opal for the ask game, please and thank you 🩷

For Infernal Serenade;

Topaz: What is the main conflict of your wip?

On the outside, it looks like a game of survival, with the main characters fighting against cults and demons. But, in actuality, I'd say it's more a story about self-discovery and learning to live with the world around you. The characters end up getting stuck in so many messes because they don't know themselves or the how they want to fit into the bigger picture. Them being dragged by the cults basically forces them to reevaluate this.

Opal: What motivates your protagonist to complete their goal?

Quince: The people he loves are in danger, and he soon realizes he wants to do something to fix the problem for himself as well.

Bradi: I'd say anger at first but, when that boils away, he realizes he doesn't want to give up just yet.

Des: Finding peace and a purpose that is his own rather than assigned.

Thank you so much for asking! I tip my hat to you!

Ask Game

#Infernal Serenade #lemons🍋#sweetpeaches🍑#cherrywine🍒#ask game #ask answered #my wips #mywriting #tw cult

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moremysteriesthantragedies · 2 years ago

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I think I need to write more furry characters, then remember Des is basically just a cat in a man's/demon's body.

#cherrywine🍒#infernal serenade #tw demon

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moremysteriesthantragedies · 2 years ago

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Infernal Serenade

Rating: R | Genre: Horror, Romance, Mystery | POV: 1st person

Story written with: M, D, Q, Wi, W, E.

Dear lord, I am a lowly sinner. I have cast out your gift and put other things before you. Grant my soul safe passage through this trail, so that I may live another day to serve in your grace.

Book One Synopsis

Quentin Callista, on the outside, appears to be just another hard-working young man. Except, his job is something he refuses to speak of. Yet, as mysterious as he is, Quentin finds himself enthralled by the mysterious and elusive nature of Chiffon street's own Bradi Cohen. On the outside, he just looks to be a spoiled college student, and someone Quentin finds fairly entertaining to talk to, and yet, there's something more. As he slowly delves more into this mystery, despite his better judgment, he finds himself swept into the underbelly of this very world. Unless, he was already there, to begin with. And all the while, the demons watch and laugh...

Taglists

Wip Update Tag list: @writingingraves, @talesofsorrowandofruin

Worldbuilding Taglist:

Trigger Warnings

Book One: Forced incest, childhood sexual abuse, sexual abuse/assault, childhood abuse, physical abuse, whipping/punishments, some physical torture, psychological torture, kidnapping, murder, cults/sex cult, blood and gore, parent death, internalized guilt, drugging, experimentation, drug and alcohol abuse, discussions of mental health, explicit scenes/sexuality, accidental voyeurism, internalized homophobia, internalized transphobia, homophobia, discussion of sin, dramatic mood shifts, religious imagery.

Book Two: Childhood sexual abuse, child abuse, sexual abuse/assault, abusive relationship, parent death, internalized guilt, talk of fertility and breeding, threatened sex, psychological torture, implied child murder, discussions of mental health, depression, separation anxiety, explicit scenes, internalized homophobia, internalized transphobia, homophobia, transphobia, religious trauma, blood and gore, cults, dramatic mood shifts, discussion of sin, religious imagery.

Book Three: TBD

Book Four: TBD

Themes: Finding love in the most unexpected places, freedom vs fate, the ties that connect us, it gets worse before it gets better, struggling with mental health, we can sometimes let the past dictate us, the seven deadly sins, the religions were wrong, humans vs the supernatural, uncanny creatures.

Tropes: Acquaintances to friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, slow burn, morally grey characters, found family, charming assholes, opposites attract, whump, hurt/comfort, even evil has standards, soft demons/monsters.

Characters

Quentin Callista

#lemons🍋

Affiliation: Lust - N/A Theme Song: Devil in Paradise by Cruel Youth

Age: 23-26 Star Sign: Aquarius ♒ Personality Type: INFP Pronouns: He/she/it Orientation: Homosexual demisexual homoromantic Height: 6'1"

The Jogger of Chiffon street. Known for being a bit strange, though perfectly polite regardless. He has a mysterious job that has him working odd hours and keeps him away from home most days. In general, he rarely talks about himself and has a hard-to-read demeanor.

"In a way, there are more mysteries than tragedies."

Bradi Cohen

#sweetpeaches🍑

Affiliation: Lust Theme Song: Primadona by MARINA

Age: 22-25 Star Sign: Cancer ♋ Personality Type: ESFP Pronouns: He/they Orientation: Bisexual biromantic demiromantic Height: 5'7"

The Devil of Chiffon Street. Known for being bratty and terse, supposedly guarding the bend of his neighborhood fiercely. In truth, he is honest and sassy, though nice/protective in his own way. There have been strange occurrences concerning him, and most keep their distance.

"I love and hate everyone equally. Do you understand?"

Desiderius (The Demon of Lust and Perversion)

#cherrywine🍒

Affiliation: Lust Theme Song: Ambrosia Wine by Madds Buckley Let It In by Hosh Woodward

Age: ??? Star Sign: Gemini ♊ Personality Type: ESFP Pronouns: He/him Orientation: Omnisexual demiromantic Height: 7'7"/6'6"

The demon of lust and perversion. By human standards, he is seen as a bit of an ass, though quite funny and charming in this. Well, that is until his observant nature causes him to make some scarily accurate observations. To demons, he's just a drama queen.

"Desire is ugly by nature...it's selfish, it drives humans crazy until they can finally fulfill it."

Juno Seren

#demonhunter🌷

Affiliation: N/A Theme Song: Here To Stay by Lenka

Age: 25-29 Star Sign: Gemini ♊ Personality Type: ENFP Pronouns: She/her Orientation: Lesbian homoromantic Height: 5'8"

One of the owners of the Camelia Bar. Known for being upbeat, positive, caring, and spiritual. Though, behind these cheerful facades may just be something else hidden deep inside. More observant and acknowledgeable than she looks, she does her best to keep the demons at bay.

"You deserve to love and be loved, properly this time."

Castell Serene

#castella✨

Affiliation: Gluttony Theme Song: Chasing The Sun by Sara Bareillies

Age: 24-28 Star Sign: Scorpio ♏ Personality Type: ESFJ Pronouns: She/her Orientation: Bisexual homoromantic Height: 5'9"

Juno's wife. Playful and mischievous, though having calmed down in her older age, Castell just wants everyone in her life to be safe and happy. She has a good sense of humor and a calming energy about her, despite her inner discontent.

"We get scared, we become defensive...it happens."

William Lewis

#lia🎀

Affiliation: Pride Theme Song: GMF by John Grant (Yes I am serious)

Age: 20-24 Star Sign: Pisces ♓ Personality Type: ISTJ Pronouns: He/him Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Height: 5'9"

One of the neighbors of Chiffon Street, along with being Bradi's classmate. Upon an initial meeting, he comes off as a well-mannered college student. Later down the line, however, most find him a little too nosy, bossy, and repressed for their liking.

"Just because I'm choosing my studies doesn't mean I can't be a romantic."

Picrew

Updates

Book one

Book Two

Snippets

(Scenes written for fun and do not completely reflect the final project.)

The Radiant Sun

The Pelting On The Window

Babysitting Troubles

Whistling To The Moon

Leaf Fun

A Red Christmas