#devil darling

[azraeldeath777]

Devil Darling (Welcome To Hell My Dear)

Hello, don't be afraid. I just want to talk with you, I would love to be your best friend and play a little game with you. If I win, I'll have y҉o҉u҉r҉ ̵̗͕̝̫̤͇̭̓̏̔ś̷̡̲͇̜̞̔̂̓̾̓͠o̵̪͌͒̀̀̓̐̚ṵ̴̘̆̾̽̎̎̏ͅl̸̡̧̧̥̙̞͙̿́̐͌̌͐̈́ͅ.̷̧͛͂̀̍̚.̸̬̱̗̳͕̥̞̋̀͊̀̋̾̇͑͜͝͝.̵̡̢̢̬̺̖̓̊̅

:)

Music

Sympathy for the Devil

Bloody Mary

Who is She

[idk-i-just-wanna-have-fun]

Look at his little bastard face, Love this little troublemaker ❤️ His horn is looking slightly wonky to me but 🤷🏼‍♀️

(Wip)

[theprincelyking]

Fit's Halloween Costume

I'm real sorry this is going up late. (Had a math test, them my computer went out, then the file decided to corrupt, and just about every bad thing happened.) Anyways, just because my Halloween sucked, doesn't mean Fit's has to! I'm just glad I finished this! Anyways, take this buff Devil Darling as compensation!

[floorfly]

dude you just gotta eat this. It's like bacon soup but you have to chew it. you will love chocolate 😋ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

i think he misunderstood the task

[hattersarts]

always awfully chatty

[ozzgin]

I just watched The First Omen at the cinema and you may go ahead and cuff me for blasphemy, but…

Devil x Reader

You have been chosen by the Cult as the one to carry their ungodly plan after many failed attempts. This time it was a success, yet not for the reasons they might expect. The Devil has his eyes on you.

Content: female reader, mentions of pregnancy, religious themes, blasphemy, violence, horror, a non-consent scene!, based on The First Omen (2024); image from the promotional poster

Why you, of all people? You're not particularly devoted to religion, nor do you stand out in terms of virtuousness. Or lack of, for that matter. Alas, their reasons remain unknown.

What's certain is that you woke up one day and found yourself strapped to a foreign bed, staring into a ceiling you didn't recognize. You weren't alone. Around your helpless form stood men and women, dressed in black and wearing a solemn smile. Your forehead received a gentle, encouraging stroke from the hand of the priest. The scent of chrism invaded your nostrils.

You begged them to release you. The older man spoke softly in your ear. "You are serving a greater purpose. It is all in the name of God." God? Purpose? You rolled your eyes back and gazed upon the large painting hanging behind you. Virgin Mary and her blissful smile and stretched out hands felt like a mockery.

The holy image vanished as a black cloth was nonchalantly draped over your face. You felt the rope tighten around your neck and begun gasping for the scarce air barely making it through the thick canvas. A crescendo of muffled chants, and the room went abruptly quiet. Had everyone left?

Then you heard it. That profane growl, causing the entirety of your body to shiver in repugnance and terror. You trashed, and pulled, and screamed, to no avail. A clawed hand rested on your bare stomach, then a second one traced the rest of your body. You laid limp, vision blurred as the room swayed in tandem with the sacrilegious act.

You'd been defiled by a Beast. The next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your bed. Your hopes of it being a mere nightmare were shattered the moment you lifted your gown and noticed the deep scratches, the monstrous prints left on your skin, and the hollow sensation in the pit of your stomach. Your body had been tampered with, and something was growing out of your misfortune. A vile blight, throbbing with life within the comfort of your flesh.

You spent the months haunted by voices and visions. The grotesque, horned Creature would frequently reappear in your mind, exhausting all other thoughts. Such a heavy, imposing presence. It wouldn't let you forget, not even for a second: you belonged to Him, and He would soon return to retrieve you. The mother of His child, the object of His adoration. Was such a thing even conceivable?

You prayed to be left alone, yet the Cult naturally longed for its promised gift, bound to come back eventually. And so, once more, you were facing the people who caused your despair. "We've come for the child", the priest explained, glancing at your obvious, bulging belly. The clawed hand framing it was still a fresh wound that never healed, almost as an ominous warning: this body was owned by a jealous God.

Your trembling hands revealed a pocketknife. This time, you were prepared. The group took a moment to observe your daring gesture, then proceeded to approach you with calculated steps, with newfound resolve. Would you be able to keep them away? Their intentions were clear: you were in possession of the Antichrist, and they needed to secure this immense power.

The ground shook, and everyone froze. You glanced at the altar painting, the same one that witnessed your corruption. Virgin Mary remained with an unfaltering smile. From behind the ornate frame, large, horrid hands creeped out. A travesty of everything Holy. The priest gasped and quickly threw his hands in prayer. This was not part of the plan. This was not meant to happen.

"Pater noster, qui es in caelis-" he began, but his voice was cut short. His face turned pale, and he clutched his chest with a terrible grimace. The nun next to him let out a scream before she was pushed away by an invisible force. Her body hit the wall with a loud, wet sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing. You stared at the massacre unfolding before you, devoid of any fear. Somehow, in the depths of your soul, you knew you'd be safe.

An enormous shadow emerged from behind the painting, twisting, bending, stalking towards you. Your nose scrunched at the stench of blood. You were the last one standing among corpses. To your surprise, you exhaled deeply, shoulders drooping in comfort. A silent voice murmured in your ear, telling you not to fear. That Father was finally home for you.

Foolish, ridiculous humans. He'd been willing to entertain their petty plans of grandeur, until he met you: your tender, frail body, your innocent soul. How exalting it was to have his way with you. You were meant to be the one. To carry His offspring into the damned world. But not for some trifling reason of a Cult desperate to crawl their way back into control. Their greatest mistake - which led to their demise - was to assume the Devil himself can be controlled, ordered around. He has allowed you the greatest honor of joining him, out of your free will, to sow the seeds of chaos as his beloved mortal.

Thus, he couldn't have possibly allowed anyone to interfere. What you saw that day, in that old, musty underground cavern, was an omen: a bloodbath awaits the one who dares to approach his human.

You look up into the demonic orbs: trenches of madness, obsession, vulgarity, burning holes into you, slurping your very existence with hunger and lust. You are his.

[strategicjazzhands]

Happy vampirification day to the Character Ever

[ch1zzie]

HAPPY (3 hours late) HALLOWEEN!

[weevmo]

You ever feel that Little Devil on your shoulder - trying to steer you wrong? But he is so cute you just shrug and let him get away with it :]

[raineyraven]

"ohh m/f pairings aren't as compelling as gay pairings" listen to Fair by the amazing devil and say that again i dare you

[azraeldeath777]

Damn... What the hell...

[escapgold]

walls :-D

[2-dsimp]

speaking for the rivius girlies when i say this: CAN WE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE GET SOME CONTENT OF HIM?? SPARE US SOME CRUMBS PLEASE KIND SIRE🙏🙏 (any content will do at this point since we've been starving for AGES.... when will we see our beautiful babygirl rivius💔💔)

Featuring Rivius the Archdevil and his fem! darling Attendant going on a date only to end up with some collected kneecaps in the process.

[animeglitch]

[hattersarts]

second break up (cruellanita)

[kawaiialeisha]

Wally Animations 🍎 🖌️

Here’s a few unfinished projects I started mid last year that I don��t think I’ll finish..

The Switch/Channelswap AU in 2 of these animations are owned by my pookie @sleepyzuku 💕

✨ Songs/Audios (in order):

- Ruler of Everything by Tally Hall

- Wally’s Joke by James.80085 on TikTok

- …well, better than the alternative by Will Wood

- Charlie’s Inferno by That Handsome Devil

…I might try and finish the Ruler of Everything one-