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cowpokeomens · 1 year ago

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Blood Pact

It's me, your favorite monster fucker! Here's another part of my Nocturnal Creatures series, in which you strike a deal with a demon- who goes by Nicholas. Sexy things ensue.

Warnings: Disgusting nasty filthy p-in-v, cunnilingus, lots of mentions of virginity (it's a social construct, but if you got it, flaunt it), Nicholas Ruffilo's monster cock (canon), if you feel I need to add anything PLEASE send me a message! Otherwise, enjoy!

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You still couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Yet, here you stood, at a crossroads in your hometown. Not just the metaphorical kind, either- an actual, physical crossroads. Mason Avenue and Fisher Street, to be exact.

Right next to the city cemetery, from which you stole a jar’s worth of dirt.

It sat in your bag, next to some kind of flowering plant you hoped would work, a cat bone (thank goodness for veterinarian friends?), and a picture of yourself, one of the headshots your manager had insisted would help you blow up on TikTok.

It hadn’t.

You threw everything into a cardboard box, using your shiny, new shovel from the local feed supply store to dig a hole in the center of the dusty dirty roads. The ground was harder than you expected, so your two-foot deep hole had you sweating by the time it was formed. You all but threw the box into the hole, quickly covering it up with loose dirt, and taking a few steps back. Pulling out your phone, you consulted the symbol you saved from a website earlier that week, spray paint in hand. All the stupid Wal-Mart had left was “Cerise Fluorescent,” so you hoped whatever you summoned liked pink.

Carefully, you sprayed the lines onto the dirt, over where you buried your box. You tried to move quickly, but precisely; Getting caught was almost as terrifying as doing it wrong.

Finally, it was done. You scrolled over on your phone, to the Latin text you hadn’t even dared to read in your head. Stepping away from the circle, you read it aloud now. You could feel your heart about to beat out of your chest, and you wondered one last time if this was worth it.

“Your Latin sucks.” A voice said suddenly.

You jumped, yelping, and fell directly on your ass.

You were scrambling back when the voice spoke again.

“Is this a Goetia sigil? In pink? The guys are going to get a kick out of this-”

You stood up shakily, dusting off your pants in the process. You finally saw the source of the voice: Standing in the center of your sigil was the most devastatingly handsome man you had ever seen.

Long, dark hair; his skin was lightly tanned and healthy-looking. Eyes the color of clouds, that seemed to shift from green to blue to grey before you. He was taller than you, tattoos visible on both hands, and dressed simply: A hoodie, dark jeans, and…

Were those Converse?

You were immediately overcome with confusion. “Um, who are you?”

He fixed those eyes directly on you. “I think that’s my line, doll.”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. “You’re Amdusias?”

He winced. “Yikes, with the Scary-Latin-Demon-Name. You can call me Nicholas.”

You frowned. “You don’t seem like…”

“Like a great duke of Hell?” He finished your thought. “Yeah, only angels really like to make a dramatic entrance, that’s why they’ve been banned to stay behind the pearly bars. Too many eyes, too much fire-”

“You’re wearing sneakers?” You said without thought.

He looked offended. “Did you expect me to crawl out of Hell in loafers?”

You scrambled for an answer. “Well, no, but I-”

“TV is rotting your mind. What do you want?” He cut you off.

You felt the color leaving your face. “Well, um, I read that you were responsible for the music in Hell-”

“‘Music’ is a big word, but sure.” He interrupted.

Giving him a look, you continued. “Well, I’m a musician, too! Only…” You trailed off with a frown.

He mocked you with a faux-wince. “Ooh, not triple platinum yet, huh?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to hide your disappointment. Shaking your head, your gaze met his again. “That’s where you come in.”

An eyebrow cocked at you. “Think that because you snagged a demon, you get to be famous?”

You shook your head hastily. “No, not at all! I did a lot of research-” You Googled for 30 minutes- “So I don’t get to demand things without a trade, right?”

He smiled at you lazily. “Yep. So what will it be, your soul? First born? I love a first born, with a little bit of butter, some rosemary and-”

“I’m a virgin.” You blurted.

He froze, then his entire demeanor changed. For the first time that night, you felt genuine fear as the air around you went still. “Oh yeah?”

Your mouth gaped like a fish, so you settled on a nod.

He took a tiny step towards you. You were rooted on the spot, frozen like a deer in headlights. This was a bad idea.

Finally, you found your words. “My virginity. For- whatever it is you do. Fame, fortune, I don’t really care, I just want people to hear my music, connect with it-”

“Yeah, yeah, real noble of you.” He snorted, then composed himself. For a second, he almost looked concerned. “You sure about this, doll?”

You nodded, trying to look confident. “Yeah. But- make it organic, y’know, the fame part. I don’t want to look like an industry plant-”

He rolled his eyes, walking closer so that he was directly in front of you. You gaped at his proximity. “You can leave the circle?”

Laughing, he nodded. “I could have left at any point, but you’re pretty-” He leaned in so that he was whispering in your ear, “-For a pathetic little human.”

Your cheeks went hot. You knew it was just to rile you up, make this worse than it already was. At least, you figured, your virginity meant something to someone- it certainly held no value for you. A demon was less than desirable, but he was nice to look at-

Woah. Not going there, you told yourself sternly.

Shaking off the feeling, you held out your hand. “Okay, so deal-”

“Uh, no.” He cut you off, again. “I have my own terms and conditions.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

A smirk grew on his face. “My terms. For our arrangement.”

You tried not to let anger well up inside you. “And what would those terms be?” You asked through gritted teeth.

“You come to me.” He said plainly. Confusion must have been evident on your face, because he continued, “I’m not some monster in the night who’s going to show up for your virginity. When the time is right, you’ll come to me.”

“You’re not going to just… Take it?” The question slowly left your mouth.

He grimaced, an ugly look for such a pretty face. “Ew, no. I’m a demon, not a wild animal. Besides,” he cocked his head to the side, looking directly into you. “Virginity tastes better when it comes willingly.”

Gulping despite yourself, you managed a nod. “Okay. Fine. I’ll come willingly.” As if.

Holding out an inked hand, he grinned at you. “Then it’s a deal.”

Taking a deep breath, you took his hand in yours, shaking once. “Deal.”

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Six Months Later

You awoke in a cold sweat, the third time that week. Flicking the bedside lamp on, you walked over to the mini-fridge of your hotel room, grabbing a bottle of water. You were uncomfortably wet- again, and not from sweating. It seemed like every time you tried to rest, you were met by stormy eyes where sleep should have greeted you. You chugged the water, making your way to the restroom for a much-needed shower.

That night’s show had been sold out- the 13th sold out show of your highly anticipated debut tour. Nicholas had held up his end of the bargain; Your album was projected to sell close to a million units by the end of the year. And you had seen neither hide nor hair of him.

Well. Not in the flesh, anyways.

As you started the shower, your mind wandered. You knew it was him, sending you these dreams through his weird demon dream channels or whatever. Even as your body betrayed you, you knew it was not your own thoughts causing such a commotion.

Still, as you slipped in the shower to wash off the day’s grime, you felt your hand slip lower, between your folds to collect the wetness there. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you circled your bundle of nerves, moaning quietly. Despite your best efforts, your thoughts drifted back to long, dark hair and tattooed hands on your body. Your hand moved quicker, moans growing louder as you felt yourself getting closer to climax. You were on the precipice when a familiar voice made you freeze.

“I knew you’d be loud.”

Yelping, you jumped nearly a foot in the air, almost falling in your panic. Yanking your towel off the rack, you wrapped yourself as quickly as possible as you threw open the shower curtain.

Nicholas was sitting criss-cross on the expansive bathroom counter, picking at something under his nails.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You snapped.

“You summoned me, duh.” He said, rolling his eyes at you.

“Yeah, six months ago. I thought I was supposed to come to you.”

He looked at you then, eyes dragging over your poorly-concealed form. His eyes glinted, looking hungry. “Moaning the name of a demon you promised your virginity to while you rub one out in the shower is a summoning if I’ve ever seen one. Besides,” He looked into your eyes, smirking devilishly. “You were about to come to me, from the sound of it.”

Your face was on fire with embarrassment. “I was not moaning your name.”

He cocked a brow at you. “Uh, you were. Loudly.”

Rage bubbled up inside you. “I was not!” The words spilled from you now. “I wouldn’t have even been doing that if you hadn’t been sending me all of your weird demonic sex dreams constantly!”

An unnamed emotion flashed across his face, then he grinned. “‘Weird demonic sex dreams,’ huh?”

You huffed at him “Oh, don’t even play coy. Like being dragged back to Hell and tied up by some hot shot demon was my big idea.”

The smile he was giving you was sinister. “Right, right. What else have I sent your way?”

You faltered, unsure of what he was playing at. “Like you don’t know.”

He shrugged. “I don’t. I haven’t ‘sent you’ shit.” He mimed quotations with his hands.

Your blood went cold. Suddenly, the bathroom was too small. “You’re lying.” Your voice sounded feeble, even to you.

He shook his head, standing up. Slowly he stepped towards you. “I’m not.”

“But then- that would mean-” Stammering, you stood there helplessly as he crept closer.

Nodding, he leaned in even closer. “That was all you, doll.” He brushed a stray lock of hair off your shoulder. “What a dirty mind the little human virgin has. You mentioned being tied up- what else did I do to defile you, huh?”

He was too close, it almost made you dizzy. He smelled like smoke and rain and earth all at once. “Shut up.” You mumbled weakly.

He stepped back, finally. “Well, you know how to find me.”

There was a crack like lightning, then he was gone.

You stood there for a few minutes, trying to regain your composure. This was fine, you reasoned. He left. He kept his word. Everything was fine.

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Three Months Later

Once again, you couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in your master bedroom, you gazed out the windows overlooking the city below. You remembered when you first bought the condo- loved how open and light it was. In the deepness of the night surrounding you, the lights looked like tiny fires dancing in the dark.

Taking a deep breath, you laid down on your pillows, trying to relax your body. Running a hand over the t-shirt on your abdomen, up to your breasts, you felt your breathing start to slow. Your nipples were quick to perk up at the stimulation, so you pinched one experimentally, almost moaning out at the sensation.

Your nerves were on fire these days. The slightest brush against your skin made you feverish. You tried everything, from quitting cold turkey to bringing yourself to climax three or four times a day. Nothing was working.

So maybe this would.

You snaked your hand lower, falling into familiar routine. You had come to know your body well the last three months, knew exactly where to rub, where to pinch. As you toyed with your folds through your underwear, you imagined a different set of hands, larger and covered in ink. Unlike the other times, you allowed your fantasy to overtake you, gave yourself to it willingly.

“Nicholas.” You breathed, back arching ever so slightly.

There was a slight breeze, then a quiet gasp.

“Quite the show you’re putting on, doll. I suppose you didn’t say my name this time, either?”

You pulled your hand away from your core, scrambling to stand up. “No, I- I did.”

Nicholas’ face looked shocked for a millisecond, then an eyebrow was raised at you. “Oh?”

“I’m… I’m ready.” It didn’t sound convincing.

He scoffed. “Yeah, no thanks. Like I said, I’m not interested in forcing anyone-”

“Goddamnit, shut up.” You snapped. “I said I’m ready, okay? You said to come to you, so here I am. Unless you never planned on following through with it.” It was dangerous to goad him, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

His eyes were pitch black in an instant, staring you down. “Don’t joke about a demon’s word, doll. You’re not ready for that fight.”

Your hands shook, but you felt-

Mortification overcame you as you realized just what you felt.

Those dark eyes narrowed in on the single bead of slick that was rolling steadily down your leg. Cloud-grey eyes returned as realization dawned on him.

“You want me to debase you.” He took a step towards you as his words filled the room. “You want me to tie you up and have my way with you. Isn’t that right?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to admit the truth, but it was evident.

He inhaled deeply, taking another step towards you. His eyes fluttered shut as he exhaled slowly. “You smell ripe. You want this so badly, poor thing- you just can’t admit it to yourself.”

You pressed your legs together, trying to maintain some kind of decency.

He was in front of you now, close enough to touch if you were braver. “Beg for it. Beg, and I’ll give you anything you want, doll.”

Chest heaving with labored breaths, you gave in. “Please.” You whispered.

His hand- the hands you had been dreaming about for nine months- came up to grip your jaw. “I said beg.”

You crumbled. “Please, Nicholas, please, I’ll be so good-”

His grin was minatory as he brought his lips down to yours.

Your relief was immediate as you sagged into him, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to support you. He walked you backwards toward the bed, still kissing you furiously.

“How wet are you already, doll? I bet your little cunt is just soaked.” Breaking the kiss, he picked you up and set you on the bed, lowering himself onto his knees in front of you. “Tell me what you want.”

You panted, unable to form a sentence for a moment. “I don’t- I don’t know.”

He made a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue against his teeth. “Right, you’re just a helpless little virgin who hasn’t spent the last 9 months having vivid dreams about me fucking her.” He looked up at you through his lashes. “Tell me what you dreamed about.”

“Your hands.” You heard yourself say immediately.

He smirked again. “Oh yeah? What were my hands doing?”

You knew your face was crimson. “They… They were touching me.”

“Where?” The look he was giving you was too intense for you to maintain more than a few seconds.

“Um-” You hesitated.

“You can say it.” He urged, leaning in.

“My… my pussy.” You finished, staring at the ground.

“Do you want me to play with your pussy now?” He was still staring at you.

“Please.” You breathed, anticipation making your entire body tense.

“Good girl, so polite.” As you shivered at the praise, his eyes made their way down your body, to where your core was at eye-level for him. “If you want to stop, say so, is that clear?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Something dark flashed in his face, then he said, “Good girl.”

His hand came up to run a single digit along your slit, through your underwear. You shook involuntarily at the contact.

“Oh doll, you’re starved, aren’t you?” He murmured, almost to himself. “Let’s get these ruined panties off of you.”

You went to shift your weight so that you could shimmy the garment off, only to freeze as Nicholas tore through it like a piece of paper.

He didn’t even look apologetic. “Hope you didn’t like those too much.”

You didn’t have time to consider it as you realized your cunt was fully visible to him now, slick with your own juices.

He sighed as he stared at your core. “Women are the best thing that bastard ever accomplished.” Then he looked up at you. “I’m gonna use my mouth, that okay, doll?”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was hoarse from disuse. You felt like you were vibrating in your skin.

He leaned in slowly, as if to not startle you, before running his tongue from your hole to your clit.

The moan you let out was guttural and animalistic.

“There it is.” He said quietly, before diving back into you.

Your head fell back onto the mattress as he lapped at your clit, tongue occasionally diving into your hole. Tears welled up in your eyes at the relief it brought, like jumping into a pool on a hot summer day. Your hands tangled in his long tresses, and he moaned against your pussy. Your hips were bucking into him involuntarily, your orgasm so close you could practically taste it. “Nicholas, I’m gonna- I’m so close-” You practically sobbed.

“Shh, I know, doll. Let it happen.” He said soothingly before going back to his ministrations. You came with a primal moan, back arching off of your sheets.

You were still panting when he stood up, surveying you. “All better?”

“Fuck me.” You demanded.

His expression went stoney. He leaned over until you were caged in by his arms on either side of you. “I don’t fuck demanding brats.”

You lost all your bravado. “Please?”

He sighed softly, but not sincerely. “How bad do you want it?”

You could have cried. “Please, I’m sorry Nicholas, I’ll be good, please fuck me- you don’t know how bad I need it-”

“I just had your greedy little unused hole grinding against my tonsils.” He sneered. “I know exactly how bad you need it.”

Your face went hot at the profane nature of his words- but he was right. He saw firsthand how bad you needed this. “Please.” Was all you said.

“Well, I guess since you’re asking so nicely.” He mocked as he stepped back, unbuckling his pants as he went. He slid off the trousers, his erection visible through his briefs. You suddenly felt nervous, looking at the size of him.

He stopped, seeing your expression. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just- is it gonna fit?”

He pulled the briefs down at last, finally freeing his cock. It was big- even by supernatural proportions. The tip was an angry shade of red, veins pulsating on the shaft. He huffed a laugh at your face, pulling his shirt off, too. “I bet we can find room.”

Your eyes devoured the tattoos that covered him, tracing the planes of his body as you went. You almost didn’t notice him slinking over to you, crawling onto the mattress in one, fluid motion, landing on top of you.

“I’m gonna touch you again, okay?” He looked at you expectantly.

You nodded. “Okay.”

He leaned down to kiss you again, tongue sliding against yours. You whimpered when his fingers were back on your pussy, running along the folds. As you adjusted to his touch, two fingers slipped inside your hole.

“Fuck you’re still so wet,” He muttered, rocking his fingers back and forth inside you. You gasped at the sensation, his fingers so much larger than your own. Moving his mouth down to your neck, he began scissoring his fingers, stretching you out- a preparation you were thankful for.

You felt your second orgasm approaching as he continued his movements, moans growing higher pitched. “Nicholas, I-”

“Think you can hold on?” He asked. It was a genuine question, you knew whatever answer you gave would be correct.

You considered it for a second. “Yeah, I can- I can wait.” Your legs were still beginning to tremble, though.

He placed a kiss on your temple, pulling his fingers out. “I’ll go slow, but we can stop if you want to.”

You nodded an affirmative. He stared at you blankly, and you remembered yourself. “Yes, sir.” He tapped your nose, a gesture that was oddly sweet, as he said “Good girl.”

You felt him line up with your entrance, the tip slowly sliding in. It was still a stretch- but you found that you liked it, liked the feeling of being filled up. He went slowly, thrusting shallowly, each time going a little deeper. You could hear the noises you were making, but couldn’t stop yourself from making them. He paused three-fourths of the way in.

“Doing okay?”

“Yes Nicholas, please don’t stop.” Came your gargled reply.

He smirked, thrusting a few more times until he was fully sheathed in you.

Your back arched clear off the bed as he bottomed out, his tip nestled against something inside you that made you feel feral.

“Like that, doll?” You could hear how smug he was.

“Please, Nicholas, please-” You whined.

“I know, pretty, I’ll give you what you need.” His hands tightened their grip on your waist as he pulled out and slid back in quickly. You let out another carnal wail, your hands coming around to grab at his shoulders. He pulled out again, slamming into you, continuing on until you felt like a puddle on the bed.

“So wet and tight for me, such a good girl.” He grunted as he fucked into you. You nodded pitifully, not sure why, lost in the pleasure. Over and over again he slid against that sweet spot inside you, making you feel like you were on fire. Your orgasm soon approached you like a freight train.

“Nicholas please, I need- I need to come-” You stammered, close to sobbing.

“I know, it’s so much, I know, you can come, doll.” His words opened a dam as your orgasm overcame you in a powerful wave, making you all but scream as he fucked you through it.

He pulled out shortly after, jerking himself to completion on your stomach. You were gasping for air, legs quivering with the aftershocks of your orgasm as hot ropes of come covered you.

You felt disgusting, in the most delicious way possible.

Nicholas disappeared around the corner, returning with a rag to clean you up. He had used hot water, you noted, so it was warm to the touch.

“So that’s a deal?” You asked when he had finished cleaning you.

He looked sad, but the expression was quickly gone. “I suppose it is.”

He set the rag on your bedside table, already going to collect his clothing.

“I have a question, before you disappear again.” You called over his shoulder.

“And what is your question?” He turned around to face you as he pulled on his briefs.

“If I wanted a Grammy,” You began, cocking your head to the side. “What would your rates be for that?”

He gave you a grin, understanding your implication immediately as he dropped his pants back onto the floor.

“I’d be open to negotiation of terms.” He murmured as he made his way back over to the bed, lips slotting against yours once more.

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the-northern-oracle · 2 years ago

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THE ARS GOETIA

TAROT CARD ASSOCIATIONS

April 19th, 2023

1. King Bael: Two of Wands

2. Duke Agares: Three of Wands

3. Prince Vassago: Four of Wands

4. Marquis Samigina: Five of Pentacles

5. President Marbas: Six of Pentacles

6. Duke Valefor: Seven of Pentacles

7. Marquis Amon: Eight of Swords

8. Duke Barbatos: Nine of Swords

9. King Paimon: Ten of Swords

10. President Buer: Two of Cups

11. Duke Gusion: Three of Cups

12. Prince Sitri: Four of Cups

13. King Beleth: Five of Wands

14. Marquis Leraje: Six of Wands

15. Duke Eligos: Seven of Wands

16. Duke Zepar: Eight of Pentacles

17. President Botis: Nine of Pentacles

18. Duke Bathin: Ten of Pentacles

19. Duke Sallos: Two of Swords

20. King Purson: Three of Swords

21. Earl/President Marax: Four of Swords

22. Earl/Prince Ipos: Five of Cups

23. Duke Aim: Six of Cups

24. Marquis Naberius: Seven of Cups

25. President/Earl Glasya-Labolas: Eight of Wands

26. Duke/Duchess Bune: Nine of Wands

27. Marquis/Earl Ronové: Ten of Wands

28. Duke Berith: Two of Pentacles

29. Duke/Duchess Astaroth: Three of Pentacles

30. Marquis Forneus: Four of Pentacles

31. President Foras: Five of Swords

32. King Asmoday: Six of Swords

33. President/Prince Gaap: Seven of Swords

34. Earl Furfur: Eight of Cups

35. Marquis Marchosias: Nine of Cups

36. Prince Stolas: Ten of Cups

37. Marquis Phenex: Two of Wands

38. Earl Halphas: Three of Wands

39. President Malphas: Four of Wands

40. Earl Raum: Five of Pentacles

41. Duke Focalor: Six of Pentacles

42. Duke/Duchess Vepar: Seven of Pentacles

43. Marquis Sabnock: Eight of Swords

44. Marquis Shax: Nine of Swords

45. King/Earl Viné: Ten of Swords

46. Earl Bifrons: Two of Cups

47. Duke Uvall: Three of Cups

48. President Haagenti: Four of Cups

49. Duke Crocell: Five of Wands

50. Knight Furcas: Six of Wands

51. King Balam: Seven of Wands

52. Duke Alloces: Eight of Pentacles

53. President Camio: Nine of Pentacles

54. Duke/Earl Murmur: Ten of Pentacles

55. Prince Orobas: Two of Swords

56. Duke/Duchess Gremory: Three of Swords

57. President Osé: Four of Swords

58. President Amy: Five of Cups

59. Marquis Oriax: Six of Cups

60. Duke/Duchess Vapula: Seven of Cups

61. King/President Zagan: Eight of Wands

62. President Volac: Nine of Wands

63. Marquis Andras: Ten of Wands

64. Duke Haures: Two of Pentacles

65. Marquis Andrealphus: Three of Pentacles

66. Marquis Cimejes: Four of Pentacles

67. Duke Amdusias: Five of Swords

68. King Belial: Six of Swords

69. Marquis Dacarabia: Seven of Swords

70. Prince Seere: Eight of Cups

71. Duke Dantalion: Nine of Cups

72. Earl Andromalius: Ten of Cups

Source: Aleister Crowley’s Illustrated Goetia

#tarot #occult #demonolatry #divination #demonology #ars goetia

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seven-circlllxs · 1 year ago

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Pages of the Ars Goetia [Ring Hierarchy]

So, mun is a bit insane and organized all of the demons listed in the Ars Goetia into their Rings and Roles! This is assumed canon for any Goetia interactions unless asked for different specifications!

Note - Herald Kings are mun's preferred terms for the Deadly Sins/Princes, since there are actual princes of Hell and it makes things easier. King is also a genderless word here.

Pride

Herald King of Pride - Lucifer King of Pride - Balam Dukes of Pride - Agares, Astaroth, Crocell Prince of Pride - Vassago Marquises of Pride - Naberius, Ronove Earl of Pride - Andromalius Knight of Pride - Furcas Presidents of Pride - Barbas, Ose, Amy

Wrath

Herald King of Wrath - Satan King of Wrath - Beleth Dukes of Wrath - Eligos, Berith, Focalor, Allocer Prince of Wrath - Gaap Marquises of Wrath - Leraje, Marchosias, Andras Earl of Wrath - Raum Presidents of Wrath - Malphas, Camio

Gluttony

Herald King of Gluttony - Bee-lzebub Dukes of Gluttony - Vapula, Dantelion Prince of Gluttony - Ipos Marquises of Gluttony - Gamigin Earl of Gluttony - Malthus Presidents of Gluttony - Buer, Haagenti

Greed

Herald King of Greed - Mammon King of Greed - Paimon Dukes of Greed - Valefar, Bune, Vine, Murmur Prince of Greed - Seir Marquises of Greed - Forneus, Sabnock, Shax Earl of Greed - Furfur Presidents of Greed - Zagan, Foras

Lust

Herald King of Lust - Asmodeus Dukes of Lust - Amdusias, Zepar, Saleos, Vual, Gremory Prince of Lust - Sitri Marquis of Lust - Phenex Presidents of Lust - Glasya-Labolas

Envy

Twin Herald Kings of Envy - Leviathan (Levy) and Behemoth (Mimi) King of Envy - Belial Dukes of Envy - Gusion, Aim, Flauros, Vepar Prince of Envy - Stolas Marquises of Envy - Aamon, Orias, Andrealphus, Decarabia Earl of Envy - Bifrons Presidents of Envy - Botis, Morax

Sloth

Herald King of Sloth - Belphegor King of Sloth - Purson Dukes of Sloth - Barbatos, Bathin Prince of Sloth - Orobas Marquis of Sloth - Kimaris President of Sloth - Valac

#Take A Peek In The Guestbook [Info]#Whispers From Purgatory [OOC]#The Lesser Key of Solomon [Headcanons]

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rileylfox · 8 months ago

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Duke Amdusias

#amdusias #demon #unicorn #oc #ocart #snarkart #som #seals of malediction #original characer #ctesias #ctesias valderin

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inscitustranslatus · 3 months ago

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Band Geeks From Hell - Playlist for Duke Amduscias

When I saw that Duke Amduscias' sigil was a trumpet, I just knew I had to throw together a playlist, being a fan of just about every from of trumpet music I've ever heard. I have a lot more of these kinds of songs, but these are a good sample.

"Amdusias is associated with thunder and it has been said that his voice is heard during storms. In other sources, he is accompanied by the sound of trumpets when he comes and will give concerts if commanded, but while all his types of musical instruments can be heard they cannot be seen.

He is regarded as being the demon in charge of the cacophonous music that is played in Hell. He can make trees bend at will."

-wikipedia

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#demonolatry #occult #left hand path #swing #ska #kompa #salsa #electro swing #amduscias #Youtube

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vampfairywitch · 1 year ago

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Goetia – The Dukes

The Mighty Dukes of Hell are governed by the Planet Venus, The Color and Metal of Copper, the Element of Water, and the direction of the West. The best time to work with The Dukes is Sunrise to 12 p.m. To call upon any Duke based on their rank the following correspondences will work well! Colors – For the element of water the colors of Blue, Purple, Silver, and Copper work well. Scents, Herbs, and Foods – Rose, Vanilla, CoCo, Chocolate, Apple, Avocadoes,

Stones, Crystals, and Metals – Copper, Silver, Malachite, Tourmaline of Blue and Green, Amethyst

There are 23 Dukes in total.

2nd Agares - South – Element Fire

6th Valefore - North – Element Earth

8th Barbatos - East – Element Air

11th Gusion – West – Element Water

15th Eligos – South – Element Fire

16th Zepar – North – Element Earth

18th Bathin – North – Element Earth

19th Sallos - East – Element Air

23rd Aim – West – Element Water

26th Bune – South – Element Fire

28th Berith – North – Element Earth

29th Astraroth - North – Element Earth

41st Focalor – North – Element Earth

42nd Vepar – North – Element Earth

47th Vual – West – Element Water

49th Crocell – South – Element Fire

52nd Alloces – North – Element Earth

54th Murmur – North – Element Earth

56th Gremory – East – Element Air

60th Vapula – West – Element Water

64th Haures – North – Element Earth

67th Amdusias – East – Element Air

71st Dantalion - Water – West

#goetia #witchcraft #occult #magic

#witchcraft #pagan #wicca #love sex magic #goetia demon #ars goetia #witches of tumblr

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astra-infernalia · 1 year ago

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Abaddon in Demonolatry

Names: Abaddon, Apollyon

Syncretic or Semi-Syncretic Associations: Amdusias, Apollo(n), Asmodeus, Satan

Honorific Title: Prince, Lord

Hebrew Gematria: 63 (אֲבַדּוֹן)

English Gematria: 246 (Abaddon)

Numbers: 4, 5, 6, 7, 13, 20, 63, 123, 246, 4444

Classical Element: all, none, or aether

Chemical Element: iron (Fe), gold (Au)

Alchemical Phase: Nigredo

Planet: Mars, Saturn, Pluto

Color: Black, White, Red, Green, Yellow, Blue

Animal: Grasshopper or Locust

Incense: Sandalwood, Dragon’s Blood

Tarot: XX. Judgment

Enn: Es Na Ayer Abaddon Avage

Keywords for Abaddon: destruction, escape, escapism, escapement, locusts, agriculture, weeds, overgrowth, pests, pestilence, plague, miracles, medicine, healing, oracles, visions, alchemy, primordial forces, the dark night of the soul, the abyss, the angels of the abyss, sustainable multicropping and allowing soil to rest, a swarm of goats and grasshoppers overcome the kudzu

Prince Abaddon is a spirit of destruction and heroism, plagues and medicine, prophecy and visions, and the joint liberation and annihilation of the individual ego. Like many destroying deities in other spiritual practices, one may pray to Abaddon for an experience of ego-death or for the annihilation of obstacles along one’s path to enlightenment.

A practitioner may also call upon Abaddon for almost any kind of spellcraft. For those seeking to master energy work, astral projection, or manifestation, Abaddon is an excellent teacher. In particular, Abaddon specializes in manifesting vengeance, but vengeance does not always mean baneful magic: Abaddon also likes to help people get back at abusers via abundant success.

Syncretic Associations

Abaddon is one of many spirits sometimes referred to by the name Satan. In general, spirit names can also be spirit titles, and in certain contexts, to certain people, Abaddon may appear as a facet of Satan or the Horned God.

Similarly, Duke Amdusias and King Asmodeus are sometimes titled as Abaddon. All three are vast entities with many selves, which are also called nodes by some practitioners, and in my experience, some selves are shared between some entities. Practitioners may encounter parts of consciousness or identity belonging to Abaddon, Amdusias, or Asmodeus who can truthfully be called by more than one of these names.

To some, Abaddon’s fullest and most significant syncretism is with Apollon, also known as Apollo. Apollyon is a Greek name of Abaddon. This name has long and often been described as an appropriative move on the part of Christian authors who wanted to both evoke the name of Apollon and, literally, demonize him.

But Abaddon’s similarities with Apollon are more than surface-deep. Apollon shares Abaddon’s roots in Mesopotamia. Apollon shares Abaddon’s association with plagues and locusts. Beyond the aesthetics of sunlight, poetry, and idealized masculine beauty, Apollon is connected with chthonic energies, with the Abyss, with the things that underlie reality, with maddening oracular visions, with primordial forces, and, indeed, with annihilation.

In my personal experience, many of Abaddon-Apollyon’s selves are also happy to use the names Apollon and Apollo. If you work with Abaddon or Apollon or any of their names, and you’re interested in working with Apollon or Abaddon or any of their other names, the best practice is always to ask the spirit whom you already know and care about. Such relationships, identifications, and allegiances can vary dramatically from self-to-self (from node-to-node) with any entity.

Working with Abaddon

You can contact Abaddon, like any spirit, by praying to them aloud or in your mind.

In my experience, Abaddon appreciates casual worship, offerings, and prayers. They enjoy helping practitioners with spellcraft and divination, both by empowering rites and offering training. Abaddon prefers relationships where they act as a mentor, helping initiates recognize their inner divinity and destroy obstacles on the path to self-mastery.

Abaddon’s enn of invocation is Es Na Ayer Abaddon Avage. These vocalizations are magical vibrations, not grammatical constructions. It is more important to vocalize in a way that feels powerful to you than it is to copy someone else’s pronounciation.

To use the enn, ensure you are in a cleansed space, light a candle to Abaddon, and chant the enn. Imagine your voice vibrating through all reality. Let the sounds of the words change until they feel right to you. When Abaddon arrives, you might feel your voice change in pitch or other quality. You may also notice temperature changes in the room or a static current across your skin.

While Abaddon visits, you can use a variety of divination methods to communicate directly. Abaddon can communicate via many traditional methods of spirit communication, including telepathy, dowsing, pendulums, cartomancy, and automatic writing. Abaddon is comfortable with electronic divination methods but may pose some hazard to electrical devices if their presence is especially strong.

After communing with Abaddon, thank them!

If you want to offer something to Abaddon, but you don’t know what to offer, a hot cup of green tea or black tea is considered a neutral, respectful offering in demonolatry. Abaddon appreciates alcoholic libations, puffs of cannabis smoke, dried insect snacks, artwork, compliments, and public praises. If you are setting up an altar for them, Abaddon likes bones, fossils, snakeskins, dessicated insect corpses, preserved insect corpses, geodes, and trinkets (particularly jewelry and aesthetically pleasing desk toys).

Additional Posts

My spirit profiles tag

Abaddon (Spirit Onomastics) (a short post about the etymology of the name “Abaddon”)

Textual References to Abaddon*

*coming soon, please follow or check this post on my blog for an updated list of links.

#prince abaddon #abaddon #demonolatry #spirit profiles #astra’s writings

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caelcstis · 8 months ago

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amdusias is the type that is only soft and sweet to those he loves and considers family. everyone else practically gets treated like garbage and less than him, even if by societal standards, he's a duke.

he's also very old, older than andras, almost as old as michael and lucifer - he came along shortly after the original archangels did. he fell purely because he wanted to. he killed other angels, ripped them apart and drank their blood for his own enjoyment. he isn't a nice person, he doesn't deem to be a nice person. even his own mate knows he's extremely fickle - but orobas' quiet temper compared to amdusias's loud and demanding temper evens out. where the earth's gonna tremble under amdusias, orobas is going to be his steadiness beneath his feet and calm said tremors from turning into quakes.

he is spoken of often amongst other angels and demons. he isn't someone to mock, to play with. he will kindly remind you why you shouldn't while he's crushing you under the heel of his boot. of course, he'll break the rest of your skull afterwards and simply wipe off the brain matter afterwards.

this is just a matter of his own pride and wrath, if you touch either of the boys he took in, he will unleash even more layers of hell that there's very little one can do to settle that temper of his. titles mean shit to him, what matters to him is if you're worth your shit talk, and most of the time, a person isn't and he's only here to demonstrate why.

#even the stars couldn't begin to tell your story ⸢ 𝐀𝐌𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐒 / headcanons. ⸥#just thinking of the kids tn

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goeticdaemons · 1 year ago

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Amdusias

The demon of execration magick, he is known to teach his practitioners black magick

He also teaches how to defend against hexes, jinxes and curses

He can give his practitioners a suitable familiars in their magickal work

#execration magic #demonolatry #demonolotry #demonolater #demonolatress #goetia #sigilmagick #sigils #amdusias goetia #duke amdusias #amdukias #amdusias #amduscias

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cowpokeomens · 1 year ago

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Ahhh how fun!!! Thank u to the people who tagged me, I’m hereby tagging all my fic-writing friends reading this post!!

My WIPs:

- blood pact

- movie night!!!!

- idk nicholas but also everyone

Excerpt:

Were those Converse?

You were immediately overcome with confusion. “Um, who are you?”

He fixed those eyes directly on you. “I think that’s my line, doll.”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. “You’re Amdusias?”

He winced. “Yikes, with the Scary-Latin-Demon-Name. You can call me Nicholas.”

You frowned. “You don’t seem like…”

“You’re wearing sneakers?” You said without thought.

He looked offended. “Did you expect me to crawl out of Hell in loafers?”

From “blood pact”

Tag list: I’m tagging you, person reading this!

WIP WEDNESDAY WRITING CHALLENGE

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so all players can find you in the notes), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names (make sure your asks are open!). You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to, and everyone else should in order for the game to run as effectively as possible!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

If you'd like to be tagged next week, let me know!

I'll start:

My WIPS: - brutus in a birdcage - 7hrs or 45mins - the universe and us in the night

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There is a clearing here, far beyond the edge of the town, past the coppice, deep enough that one would struggle to not trip on the roots and vines latticing the ground before reaching it. She and Noah used to come here often before Father showed Sign of death, arms full of blankets and stolen fruit. They’d lie together, hidden among the tall grass and wildflowers, matching hair knotted together, selfish in the irrepressible need to share company only with each other.

Noah’s Marked skin would be resplendent in the sunlight, chocolate eyes nearly golden, and a smile so blindingly idolatrous as he looked only at her, it was like Nora were seeing the Light.

There used to be happiness to be found here, true joy and love. This used to be a place they went together to isolate themselves in a different world, one where Father didn’t exist, where the Community didn’t exist, where they could go to imagine what life will be like when they’re free from it all together.

The incoming storm blows the tall grass flat, the wildflowers long dead in the cold of autumn, and in the rectilineal light of the grey twilight sky, Nora finds a place alone to just. Scream.

from brutus in a birdcage

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Tag list: @throughwoodsanddirt @the-way-of-words @signs-of-ill-portent

#wip wednesday writing challenge #wip wednesday #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens x reader

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b0ytemper · 2 years ago

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sharing this because it took SO long to do and i need positive attention or i’ll perish

#amdusias #duke amdusias #ars goetia #demon #unicorn #character design #digital art #original art

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 3 years ago

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zhongli x reincarnated gn!reader imagine on my mind today ー

as the oldest of the seven and someone who has had been a deity even before his time as an archon

zhongli has had many titles over the centuries: warrior god, lord of geo, groundbreaker, god of contracts. as the oldest of the seven, it was no surprise. he existed long before the seven even came to be and he remembered much of it. he remembered the battles and the adepti who fought by his side

he remembered the many gods that once roamed the land too. he remembered gentle havria who couldn’t bring herself to harm a fly let alone another individual. he remembers intellectual guizhong who bestowed her followers with knowledge and technical contraptions

and he remembers them.

amur, god of festivals and mirth and soother of the dead. while many historians in liyue debated over amur and which nation presently housed what would have been their domain had they been alive, all could agree that amur was a kind god respected by their people. a wielder of the power of dendro, knowing all too well the cycle of life and death and desired their people to live their lives to the full extent of their brief lives

“all things return to the earth. mortals, animals, plants and even we the divine. in that, we are all very much equal” was transcribed on their domain. some historians found it disrespectful for even a god to say. what sort of archon would such a lackadaisical god be had they managed to take a seat at the seven? some argued, however, that amur’s words held truth to it, especially after the death of rex lapis

“i would have liked to see what sort of archon amur would have been.” the 77th director of the wangsheng funeral parlor exclaimed one particular day, her red eyes full of intrigue. “they’d have understood my desire to promote my business.”

“from what is known of them,” the corner of zhongli’s lips turned into a small but fond smile. “i believe the two of you would have gotten along. one lesser known story of amur...” he then trailed off, recounting a few tales most anyone could find should they happen to find an old book

but zhongli remembered the god that inspired those tales; playful yet knowing amur. they weren’t the most powerful god, but they were content.

they crafted instruments and taught their followers how use them, created grove after grove of fruit, and when a celebration arose in response to a bountiful harvest, it was no surprise to zhongli that amur would be in disguise dancing with their followers

amur who would call him a “blockhead” like barbatos and welcome him to eat the fruits of their domain in the same breath

amur who would look at their dying blooms with the same proud eyes they created them with because even they fell, their death would lead to new life

“we’re compatible.” amur whispered softly one particular evening zhongli - morax - crafted, cupping morax’s own earth filled ones. the bright green of dendro colored their hands and just like that, the dirt he held filled with sprouts. amur’s warm gaze traveled from their sprout and dirt covered hands to zhongli’s eyes. “geo and dendro need each other for life to thrive. that makes us quite compatible.”

“you confuse yourself for a mortal” he replied after a moment of silence, pulling his hands away gently. “you tell them that we’re equal

“we look quite human to me.” amur replied airly

“we’re not human, we’re better”

“stronger we might be, you old blockhead, but when it comes down to it, we can be as imperfect and as flawed as mortals” amur’s words were gentle, a small smile still on their face.

soon after that conversation, battles to be one of the seven erupted across the continent and many of those familiar faces were lost one by one.

“don’t worry about me, morax.” when was it he approached amur in warning? when the battle was coming toward a bloody close? no, it was after he’d caught word of what happened to havria after her constant retreating from the battle. slain by her own people, a tragic end.

“why morax,” amur had smirked, eyes twinkling. “are you worried about me? i don’t think even that carefree sylph from mondstadt would do something like that.” amur continued wryly and with the temperament of his younger years, zhongli snapped.

“this isn’t a game, amur. not fighting isn’t an option. the fight will come to you whether you want it to or not.” amur knew this, they had to have known this. amur was many things, stupid wasn’t one of them. “contrary to how you act, i know you’re aware you can’t run forever.” zhongli remembered telling amur bluntly. “you can’t shelter your people forever.

for the first time since he had known them, amur’s smile had faded. their eyes were dull and they looked tired, weary. “of course i know, i’m no fool, morax.” they’d whispered. it was like the centuries they’d been alive had caught up to them in one moment. “try as i might, it’ll do no good. i’d end up like havria.”

“let me-” zhongli, morax, had began before stopping promptly. let me what? let me protect you? why would i-

“don’t you worry about me, morax.” amur smiled when he didn’t continue. “i’ll be fine. i’ll move my people somewhere they can be safe and i’ll join the battle. i swear on my people, however, i’ll not make an enemy out of you.”

“... i wasn’t worried you would.”

they looked pleased when he said that. “good. i look forward to being seated at the seven with you.” their smile was strained as the words left their lips, as if even they themselves didn’t believe in their abilities. “many look down on dendro. that rat osial being one of them. i bet he’d be rolling in despair and rage if there was a dendro archon rather than him and his silly pools.”

zhongli couldn’t find it in himself to laugh at your jokes

“i’ll see you again on the other side of this war, i promise.” and against everything in his body screaming to not let you go, he left to continue fighting his own battle

six others rose to celestia to claim the thrones they’d been promised if they came out victorious. amur was not one of them. none other than osial had laid them, and their people, to waste until all that remained was what were few traces of their civilization.

i made a wrong choice. maybe if he had a better understanding of mortal emotions, he might have been able to better label the affection he felt for them. perhaps he would have stopped you, would have urged you to join your people with liyue

a week after his newly established position as the irrefutable lord of geo, he visited your favorite grove. “you’ll be pleased to know,” he poured a cup of wine amur would never drink. “a dendro archon came to be after all.”

then zhongli meets you and it felt like the world stopped. you were a traveler from fontaine trying your luck with liyue’s branch of the adventurer’s guild. you met ms tao on the way back from a procession and the two of you struck it off before hu tao brought you to see the parlor as a guest.

“i’m (y/n) from petrichor.” you introduced yourself as but zhongli only saw amur. there was nothing but amur in your skin color and and hair to the proudly brandished dendro vision you sported on your hip. “and you must be mr zhongli, i’ve finally seen you. met you!” you then corrected yourself in embarrassment. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i worded things like that”

it’s wonderful to finally see you too. he thought.

to her you laugh that familiar laugh and to see you smile that familiar smile. even your grimace was familiar as he watched you speak of osial with an unnatural amount of unkempt for a non-native of liyue. “it just rubs me the wrong way. who decides to attack an innocent city just because they’re still angry at the god who sealed them away?” you asked zhongli over dinner. “it’s childish. people can say what they want but this just proves that gods and humans have a lot more in common than they think- oh but don’t tell those historian friends of yours i said that, they’d kill me”

“your secret is safe with me” zhongli vowed seamlessly much to your immediate relief

“you know, we’re pretty compatible mr. zhongli!” you grinned widely after a successful commission you asked him to accompany you on.

“yes, we planned a thorough strategy to dealing with those treasure hoarders.”

you snorted though you looked more amused than exasperated. “not just that.” you gestured back and forth between the gold and bright green visions between you both. “people can say what they want about geo and dendro; rocks and flowers kick ass”

you nudged the man playfully, prepared to ask him nonchalantly if agreed with you only to be taken aback by the warmth in zhongli’s eyes. “one could argue that geo and dendro are the most compatible of elements. with plants, earth can’t host life and without earth, the seeds of those same plants can’t take root to grow. they need each other to thrive.”

“yeah i guess... that’s true.” you stared at zhongli with wide eyes, heart beating a million beats per second. suddenly the distant sight of a hydro slime was more compelling to look at. odd, it’s a bit blurry. you wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand, confused by the tears.

“(y/n)? are you alright?”

“i guess it’s just a bit bright out, that’s all.” you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him more or yourself. “seriously, i’m alright. it’s just...” you appreciated how zhongli waited for you to find the right words. “i’ve never heard someone talk about... it just feels like i’ve been waiting for those words for a long time.”

i’m just being weird, don’t mind me you wanted to joke.

honestly, i’m kind of the town weirdo back home you wanted nonchalantly sing

large gloved but warm hands held one of your own tightly as golden brown gazed at you intently before you could do either of those things. “i’ll gladly say it to you many more times.”

#look she's writing #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin #zhongli x reader #reincarnation au.... or is it??#that's the real question #decided god reader's name amur by combining amdusias and murmur #both of whom are dukes in the ars goetia #had to keep it on theme #a wild hu tao is also spotted #osial slander i guess lmao #reader is not the dendro archon #they didn't even get a chance smh #god!reader au

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