#la squadra demon au

[trashbabyart]

Mmm demons

[phantatrix]

The Baby Smells of Brimstone- Chapter Two

[Formaggio gets an urgent message from Prosciutto to return to HQ at once]

Formaggio wasn’t one to be overly concerned about anything. That was Pros’s job and damn, did he do a good job of that. He’d been hiding in this apartment the past few days and by some miracle, no one’s caught him yet. Well, except for this fleabag of a cat but come on. Does a cat really count? So what if he killed and ate its previous owner? That cat should be grateful that he’s nice enough to still take care of it.

Anyways, no new orders from Diavolo so that means he could finally catch a fucking break for once. It’s not that he didn’t like his job, just the opposite in fact. He loved it, but sometimes it’s just plain nice to have some time to relax and not worry about any responsibilities. Formaggio took a bottle of booze out of the fridge and set himself by the window. There’s something about seeing the people wandering around that’s just so fun to look at and not in the monster-stalking-its-prey way. 

“How do humans live like this?” Formaggio whispered to his pretend audience below him. “What’s it like being so oblivious to all the demons around you? It must be nice not knowing about all the demons and the Underworld and the fact that you could be eaten at any given second.” 

It must be nice to be so ignorant to just how cruel this eat-or-be-eaten world was.

Not that Formaggio would give anything to be a human. Being a demon was too fucking awesome. Last time he checked, humans didn’t have any cool powers. He felt like he was king of the world!

Well, until the little fleabag hissed and bit his fingers.

“Ah! Dammit!” 

The cat hissed again and with one swipe of his uninjured finger, the cat shrunk down to a fraction of its original size. With a huff, he stuffed the little terror into a bottle and set it on the table.

“That’ll teach you some manners, you little shit,” he taunted.

As if a switch turned on, an unfamiliar scent of brimstone struck him. It was faint but it sure as hell was there. Having lived in Naples as long as he had, he already knew the scents of his fellow demons, both in and outside of La Squadra, and could easily name whom they belonged to.

But not this one.

He wasn’t one to be overly concerned about anything, but a sudden email made him rethink his stance on the matter.

Formaggio,

Return to HQ at once. Will discuss the situation there.

-Prosciutto

As a final act of kindness, he freed the cat from the bottle, albeit a bit more roughly than he intended. It was dark enough outside; the cover of night would hide him well enough. Formaggio shifted into his natural, demonic form and a sudden buzz vibrated in his chest. Man, if he weren’t a part of Passione and if he didn’t fear the consequences, he would stay like this all the time. No need to hide, no need to disguise himself whenever he strolled around town. He could just be himself.

While he wasn’t as strong or as fast as his teammates--their constant razzing on him certainly reminded him that he was mediocre at best when it came to physical skills-- he still made it back to headquarters in ample time. Even though he was gone for a few days, it was good to be home. He didn’t have to talk to stupid cats or make himself look human here. He wouldn’t ever admit how much he missed his team whenever he had to leave them for any amount of time. Yes, they were the biggest bastards he’d ever met, but they were his bastards and one quick whiff let him know that tonight all nine of them were here.

There wasn’t any time for a proper reunion. It wasn’t that he was expecting them to be all chummy but some sort of acknowledgement would’ve been cool. Then again, he was only away for a few days. God, was he really this clingy? Shit, he’d have to work on that. The second he stepped inside, it was straight to business.

Risotto and Prosciutto sat at one side of the room and the rest of them sat wherever there was space. Ghiaccio was more uneasy than normal. They all were, but despite his ice-related powers, he was prone to being way too hot headed. This situation must be really serious because he wasn’t making any of his normal, loud outbursts.

“Welcome back, Formaggio,” Prosciutto began. Formaggio did everything in his power to keep his mouth from turning upwards into a smile. Gelato, being the annoying bastard he was, leaned over to him and whispered, “Wow, thanks for bringing back food for the rest of us. Didn’t you know that sharing is caring?”

“Ahem,” Prosciutto coughed.

“I didn’t expect to be back so soon, fuck you,” Formaggio whispered back, with no real venom in his voice.

“Thanks but I’m not interested. I’m already with someone.” Gelato made a show of being extra cuddly with Sorbet.

“Ahem!”

The two of them quickly turned their attention back to their second-in-command awkwardly and muttered some apologies.

“Anyway, we have a trespasser in our territory. So far, we haven’t received any word from the Boss about any visitors from the Underworld or from other territories. We need to find out who this demon is and get them out before we get accused of not enforcing the boundaries well enough. We sure as hell don’t want to deal with those consequences, right?” Prosciutto looked at each member in the eyes and they all vocalized their agreement.

“Good. While I personally don’t find any issue if some newcomer wants to spend their vacation here, I do have an issue with Passione facing any sort of compromise, especially the human members. If this demon kills even just one of them, the Boss will punish us for compromising the territory. Are we clear?” Swift nods from the team released a small bit of tension in Prosciutto's shoulders. 

“How hard can it be to find this demon? I mean, we already know their scent, so why not take out this bastard right away?” Formaggio asked, not realizing until after he spoke how stupid he sounded.

“You expect us to fight a demon and we don’t even know their powers?! Did you lose any brain cells while you were out?” Ghiaccio snapped. God, he loved him like family, but Formaggio really didn’t miss his volatile temper. 

“I have a suggestion,” Melone prompted. He stood up as if he were a schoolteacher about to lecture. “Since we haven’t heard anything from the Boss, chances are we have some time before he finds out. Although, I’m sure he already knows and is just waiting for us to deal with it. Ghiacchio’s right. We don’t know what this newcomer is capable of.

“But,” he pointed his finger up towards nothing in particular, “we can make sure that we don’t lose any of the human Passione members. Whatever we do, we can not accidentally reveal the existence of demons. I think we, whether it’s one of us or all of us, should follow the scent and learn about this newcomer. We don’t engage with them unless it’s absolutely crucial, but we find out if they’re a threat or not and handle the situation from there.”

Prosciutto turned to face Risotto, who had been leaning forward with his chin resting on his knuckles. Formaggio never could figure out what went through that man’s mind, his expression never seemed to change regardless of how he truly felt.

“What do you think, Capo?” Prosciutto asked.

After a moment, Risotto stood up. While Melone could command some sort of presence whenever he spoke, he couldn’t hold a candle to Risotto. That man didn’t need to say a word and he’d have everyone’s attention in a heartbeat. 

“I agree with Melone. Formaggio, Illuso,” Risotto began. Formaggio was a bit startled by the sound of his name. Illuso seemed to be, too, though he was much better at hiding it. “You two should follow the scent and investigate.” Their Capo turned his attention back to the team as a whole. “Formaggio can shrink the both of them if they need to hide. If the two of them need backup or need to escape, Illuso can travel through mirrors or some sort of reflective surface and come back here without being followed. As for the rest, we should begin patrolling the city to make sure we don’t lose any of our humans.”

Risotto assigned a section of Naples to each of his teammates, but Formaggio didn’t pay attention. Investigating a mysterious stranger of unknown abilities and motives, this oughta be interesting.

What’s the worst that can happen?

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[lostdemonchild]

Little Melon Demon

[enthusedbambi-jjba-au]

monster au fun facts (OOC)

diavolo keeps having to try to prevent doppio from summoning any more demons

Thanks to the monster hunter's guild, italy doesn't really have prominent lycanthrope packs.

I'm sure someone could figure out how to make a drug out of moondust and im sure it's very likely to fucking kill you

ghiaccio is mildly allergic to himself, at least according to melone

squalo can't swim in his land form

tiziano makes accessories out of his own moulted and preened feathers. this is actually a sphinx tradition!

melone never met his father but was raised with constant reminder that whoever he was, he was pretty horrible, and growing up in that 'shadow' made him swear to himself he'd never turn out like his father. this is why melone acts sort of 'fatherly' towards babyface and often avoids actually even touching most women

i dont know if pesci actually knows hes undead assuming we go with idea 2 about him. he does kinda black out every full moon but nobody including himself addresses this. he knows well and good that prosciutto is undead but he assumes he himself is a normal human and that the Necromancy Doses that prosciutto uses for their form upkeep is just a Magic thing he doesn't Understand

Prosciutto literally has no beef with illuso illuso just keeps calling him a fucking bitch for having the nerve to zombify himself when illuso didn't really have a choice in becoming a ghost

illuso appears if you say his name 3 times in a mirror but says he does this by choice.

melone is immediately drawn to the sound of his own name (as in 'melone', not his real name) but conversely implies this is involuntary

my two ideas with cioccolata (hang on give me a few seconds for the rage to pass) and secco were 1. cioccolata is his own frankensteinian creation and experiments with other cryptians, secco is a werewolf and 2. suggested by others, secco is the frankensteinian creation but honest to god he still gives me werewolf vibes.

Ghiaccio always curls up to sleep and everyone who has seen him do this wonders about his spinal health

i cant tell whats the funniest way to go with gelato and sorbet: 1. Gelato is human, Sorbet is nonhuman (perhaps was once human). Gelato is insane and just a monsterfucker because of course he is. 2. sorbet is a human, gelato is a fucked up monster thing. unfortunately, sorbet is into that. 3. werewolf vampire romance. 4. gelato is a demon yet his stand is still angeleyes and sorbet still calls him angelface. 5. gelato is a turned being of some kind and sorbet is the one who turned him and gelato voluntarily let him do this because he thought it was hot

i had a thought that Limbo (my OC) could work at libeccios as like. a waitress and thats why (other than her being with narancia) she's super close with the bucci gang

squalo knows nothing of capitalism and relies completely upon tiziano

babyface glitches when going up against giorno

Fugo might have magical lineage, but it's been surpressed

Pesci knows a lot about the other members of la squadra due to Beach Boy's ability; in the monster au, rather than just hooking hearts and stuff, Beach Boy also just goes right for the soul and hooks the aura. unlike mista pesci knows well and good that hes surrounded by nonhumans but like what do you want him to do about it

animals are pretty much naturally alarmed by Formaggio's presence. ghiaccio tends to fluff up when Formaggio is too close to him.

prosciutto's eyes don't follow movement but he can still see

gelato is afraid of seagulls, chickens and most fowlbirds. this isnt monster au specific i dont know why but i imagine gelato is STUPIDLY fearless but when a seagull comes after his sandwich or a bird starts strutting towards him a little too fast he starts screaming and grabs a knife

regardless of what he is, gelato bites without warning whenever he gets the impulse

Narancia isn't too careful with hiding his formshifting from Mista but as long as he doesn't take a lupine form mista just assumes narancias weird like that

The bucci gang 'have' a 'cat' that's named narancia. it's actually just narancia in a cat form that he takes when he wants to seek physical affection or just be a weirdo, but mista doesn't know that

squalo knows how to write but can't spell or read. so he doesnt actually know how to write he just knows how to copy the letters.

narancia WILL tear up the couch if you leave him alone too long

along with turning blood into metal objects, in monster au, metallica also works the other way, allowing risotto to turn iron into blood. he eats a very iron-heavy diet to get his fix of blood without needing to directly drink it.

i also had the idea that he can drink your blood through your aura

melone and ghiaccio possibly have known each other for a really long time, and assuming ghiaccio is a turned ailuranthrope, melone might have known him before he was Turned and helped console him after the Incident.

bruising is common in physiological shifters like narancia, ghiaccio and limbo. Narancia, unlike the other two, though, is in semi-complete control of the way his cells assemble, so he's able to un-bruise himself, though the spot is usually still a bit sore. since he's been able to formshift most of his life, he's used to it, and doesn't really react beyond his weird 'teething habits.

with limbo and ghiaccio, they're more unfortunate, and often look bruised upon shifting back from theriomorph. most zooanthropes have 'morph hangovers' when a night is particularly bad, but they often learn to cope with it and carry on with their normal lives regardless.

MANY cryptians experience moon hangovers after the full moon.

though many aquabound maricrypt don't have lungs, maricrypt like sirens are able to take in air for the sole function of mimicking human speech.

selkies retain human vocal chords in seal form, and can seaspeak as well, but have a "seal" accent

most seafolk are sleek and pretty (in their water forms, at least) and that's why many seafolk are mistakenly thought to be all-female, because a lot of the males look twinkish or have "breasts" (breast-like organs which serve non-breast-like functions, usually).

limbo and narancia developed a stupid ass greeting of barking at each other in human form. they blame this on the adhd. they also blame the fact that the barks are REALLY convincing on the adhd.

honestly soft machine arc is just fucking disrespectful

squalo used to sleep with his eyes open until tiziano got too freaked out by it

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 14: Left for Dead

We're still on the Vampire AU kick for today's @whumptober but this one is a La Squadra case fic!

Prompt: Left for dead, hunting gear, 'i want you to know what it felt like' Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 (Vampire Hunter AU) Character: Prosciutto

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Though My Mind is Somewhat Jaded Now

(Vampire Hunter AU) Prosciutto and Pesci investigate a supposed demonic possession in a place from their past. However, they soon find out that the job is a lot more close to home than they realized.

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The lowering darkness of the house brought back a thousand memories for Prosciutto. It had always looked like a thundercloud even on a sunny day and it didn’t look better now, rundown as it was and abandoned.

Pesci stood by his side, wringing his hands anxiously. “Do you really think there’s a demon inside?”

Prosciutto continued to stare, scrutinizing. Memories of cold, hungry nights pressed together with multiple children to a bed—the only thing that brought any of them any comfort. And worse days with cruel instructors, quick with a switch when you so much as dared look up when not addressed. It had been a particular kind of hell.

“I am not sure,” he finally replied to the younger man. “Places like this…the anger, the grief, the hopelessness…they draw evil spirits to them.” He could certainly feel something inside. He turned to Pesci. “We shall go and investigate further.”

He closed his eyes briefly, bowing his head. “Father God, protect us from the influences of evil, shield us from all forms of spiritual attack and grant us Your divine protection in the face of evil, amen.” He crossed himself and looked back up at the house for a long moment before stepping toward the door.

It opened with a desolate creak as the two Hunters stepped inside.

Prosciutto had been, admittedly, a bit hesitant on taking this job as soon as he had heard where it located. A request had come in to see about a possible demonic possession at an abandoned orphanage. The new owner of the property had hoped to fix the place up but upon sending several workers in to take stock of the damage, they had been chased out by a ‘violent spirit’ which had prevented anyone from spending any amount of time in the house.

It was rare that demons possessed places or objects above humans, but it did happen on occasion. Prosciutto had worked on an exorcism like that at a supposedly cursed family manor with his mentor and even now he counted it as one of the hardest jobs he had done. But this place in particular had ties to Prosciutto and Pesci’s past. He knew the dangers of going into an exorcism with any mental weaknesses.

He thought it had been long enough that he wouldn’t be bothered by the past. But as soon as he stepped through those doors, he was reminded of the young boy who had been forced to kill his posessed father. Who had been abandoned at this place by a mother who was too scared of her own son to understand the truth. The place where he had endured countless hours of abuse at the hands of the supposed caretakers and instructors and sometimes the other children.

He remembered the small boy he had pulled out of the closet where the cruel older children had locked him. Pesci was still scared of the dark, but back then he had been inconsolable, clinging to Prosciutto every night after, terrified of every shadow.

It had not been a good life. It had not even really been a livable life. Prosciutto had been lucky. He had been recruited by a priest when the man had found him reading books on the subject or possession and exorcism he had smuggled under his mattress. With some convincing Prosciutto had managed to bring Pesci along but had been forced to abandon his other dear friend who had already been ill at the time, and passed soon after, not giving Prosciutto a chance to get him out of there like he had promised when he left.

That still sat with him as one of his deepest regrets to this day.

But he caught himself as he started down that path of thought. He could not afford that weakness of spirit right now. He could not put himself into a position where he could be compromised.

“It feels…worse in here,” Pesci murmured softly, looking around. “Sadder.”

Prosciutto could understand what he meant. There was a certain heaviness to the atmosphere that may not have entirely been because of the possession. Though he could sense a strong presence.

“These walls have seen much tragedy,” he replied glancing over at the other man. “Keep your spirits up, Pesci. If you let the sadness overcome you you will be no good to me.”

Pesci nodded and started whispering psalms under his breath, a trick Prosciutto had taught him.

He stepped into the center of the large entryway. “The spirit who is in here, show yourself!”

The shift in atmosphere was instant. Prosciutto’s head shot up as something rattled the old rafters, raining dust down on the Hunters.

“I know you.”

The voice crawled up Prosciutto’s spine like a thousand spiders, whispering through the walls. Pesci fumbled with his holy water and crucifix, holding both in front of him like a shield.

Prosciutto stood his ground. “You know me, do you? Have I exorcised you before? You dared crawl back out of hell after I sent you there the first time?”

Doors slammed somewhere in the house. Prosciutto pursed his lips. This was definitely an angry spirit, but something felt off to him. Pesci had been right earlier about the sadness. He could feel it, pulsing through the decrepit hallways. Pain, desperation, and deep hurting. This didn’t feel like any demonic possession he had ever come across. It was more…human.

Demons were usually angry, bringers of sin and chaos. Their emotions were simple, if not non-existent, enjoying simple, sadistic pleasures when they came to terrorize their human victims. This wasn’t like that and it gave Prosciutto pause. It was possible, of course, that the demon was channeling the dark energy already permeating the location, but he had a feeling it wasn’t that simple.

Prosciutto pulled his cross and bible out as Pesci began sprinkling holy water around.

He started the exorcism and as expected it exacerbated the problem. The floor was shaking, and the walls and rafters creaked dangerously.

Prosciutto gritted his teeth and continued, until something cracked overhead.

He glanced up just in time to see one of the rafters break free, tumbling down where Pesci stood.

“Pesci!” Prosciutto cried, leaping forward and tackling him out of the way, both of them crashing to the floor.

Prosciutto pushed himself up into a sitting position, looking around for more danger.

He caught a brief flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye and as he turned to look, part of the debris was flung toward him.

It struck Prosciutto in the side of the head and he fell backwards into darkness.

***

Prosciutto sat by the other boy’s bedside, listening worriedly to his raspy breathing as he tried to concentrate on the book sitting on his knees.

Pesci scuttled into the dormitory, a full handkerchief clutched in his hand.

“I brought you dinner, big brother,” he said, handing over the handkerchief. “There’s some for Luca too.”

Prosciutto glanced toward the bed, and reached out, shaking the boy’s shoulder. “Luca? Do you want to eat?”

Luca’s eyes fluttered and he tried to push himself up, a cough catching in his throat.

“Okay,” he said tiredly.

Pesci handed him a piece of bread and Luca nibbled on it as Prosciutto and Pesci also started to eat.

“You’re leaving tomorrow, aren’t you?” Luca said.

Prosciutto felt a pang in his chest. “Yes.”

Luca didn’t reply for a long moment, there was obvious hurt in his eyes. “It must be nice. Being wanted.”

“I’ll come back for you someday,” Prosciutto said sincerely. “I promise, Luca, I’ll come back and get you out of here.”

Luca gave him a serious look before he spat in his hand and held it out.

Prosciutto followed suit, clasping Luca’s hand firmly in his own.

“I promise.”

***

Prosciutto woke with a sharp inhale of breath, coming to with the memory of the dream still trickling through his mind.

He lay on his back amidst fallen rafters, staring up at a ruined ceiling as he remembered where he was.

Prosciutto pushed himself up, head pounding as he scrambled around the floor for his crucifix and bible.

“Pesci,” he called.

A quick glance around revealed that Pesci was not in the entryway of the old orphanage. At least he wasn’t crushed under the debris but that left the question as to where the younger man had gone.

“Pesci!” Prosciutto shouted, heading off down the dark, long familiar corridors of the building. Peeling wallpaper reached out from the walls, spiderwebs catching against his clothes and hair. His heart was pounding but he could do nothing to calm it.

He finally came out into the area that had once been the boy’s dormitory. There were still several rusty bed frames leaning up against the wall.

Pesci stood in the center of the room, his back to Prosciutto.

“Pesci,” he called taking a step forward, before he stopped.

The powerful energy he had felt upon entering the house was pooling in this room. He could instinctively tell something was very wrong before Pesci turned around jerkily and stared at him with his eyes rolled up into the back of his head.

Prosciutto crossed himself. “God send me strength,” he prayed.

He stepped forward, glare steely. “You’ve made a grave mistake taking a human vessel, demon. It will only make it easier for me to exorcise you.”

A rough laugh gurgled out of Pesci’s throat. “Demon? Is that all you have to say to me now, Prosciutto?”

Prosciutto stopped. “Pesci?”

“No. He’s not here right now. Try again. Unless you really don’t remember me.”

Prosciutto felt a cold dagger pierce his heart as suspicion rose. “Luca?”

“So, you do remember. That almost makes it worse.”

Prosciutto tried to push the panic down. He hadn’t felt this out of control on a job since he’d started doing solo exorcisms.

“You’re the one possessing this place,” he realized.

“That’s right,” Luca’s spirit spoke through Pesci. “I died here, you know.”

“I know,” Prosciutto said quietly. “I tried to come visit you but—”

“You should have taken me with you!” Luca screamed and the whole room shook. Prosciutto planted his feet trying to stay upright.

Pesci strode forward jerkily and slammed Prosciutto in the chest. He flew backwards into the wall, pinned there with invisible force.

Prosciutto gritted his teeth, trying to move, but found himself unable to.

Luca stepped up to him jerkily in Pesci’s body, grabbing him by the throat.

“You come back now, only to force me out of here,” Luca snarled. “Maybe I wouldn’t have died if you had come back earlier. And we could have avoided all of this.”

Pesci’s hand closed around Prosciutto’s throat, squeezing tightly.

“Luca,” Prosciutto gritted out. “You are justified in your anger against me, but do not use Pesci for this. He does not deserve that.”

“I didn’t deserve to die!” Luca cried. “No one even cared after you left. I lay in bed, drowning in my own lungs. I died alone and was thrown in a hole out back.” He twisted Pesci’s face in a furious grimace. “I want you to know what that feels like. To die alone.”

Prosciutto felt a sudden crushing pressure on his chest, his lungs tight. He fought to cough, but he couldn’t. His eyes started to water but he managed to move one of his arms, grasping the crucifix around his neck and shoving it against Pesci’s hands.

Pesci released his throat as Luca howled in rage, staggering back.

The pressure eased enough for Prosciutto to get a breath, holding the cross in front of him as he commanded, “In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, I command you to release Pesci!”

Pesci shuddered but Luca seemed to hold on. Prosciutto peeled himself off of the wall and stepped forward, grabbing Pesci and forcing the crucifix against his chest. “Release him!”

There was a vaguely human roar as a spectral shadow was thrust out of Pesci. The young man slumped against Prosciutto and the exorcist carefully lowered him to the ground before he straightened to face the ghost who had materialized before him.

He looked the same as he had the day Prosciutto and Pesci left the orphanage. A boy of thirteen with sunken cheeks and lank dark hair, clothes hanging from his skinny frame.

He was shaking with fury, the floor trembling, the walls creaking.

“Luca,” Prosciutto called to him. “What has been done cannot be undone, but you can move on. I can help you.”

“How?!” the ghostly boy demanded.

Prosciutto held his hands out. “Did I not tell you that I would come back to get you out of here?”

“It’s too late for that,” the ghost rumbled.

“Do you really want to be stuck here forever?” Prosciutto asked.

Luca rippled slightly. “No.”

Prosciutto stepped forward slowly. “Then let me perform last rites for you. I can help you move on.”

“Promise?” Luca asked.

Prosciutto spat in his hand and held it out, waiting.

Luca hesitated before he did the same. An ephemeral chill enclosed Prosciutto’s hand as Luca touched it.

Prosciutto performed last rites and as he finished, Luca’s spirit had changed from the sickly boy, to the way he had been before. A light in his eyes.

“I feel…lighter,” he said. “Like I’m not attached to this place anymore.”

“That’s good.” Prosciutto said. “Can you show me where you’re buried?”

Luca nodded and led Prosciutto out behind the orphanage, past the yard they had played in to the lot where all the dead children had been buried to be forgotten.

Luca stopped at one particular spot. It was long grown over, no one would have even known there was a grave here.

Prosciutto knelt and stuck his crucifix into the ground as a marker.

“Thank you, Prosciutto. I should have known you’d keep your promise.”

Luca faded away and Prosciutto could feel the moment he left. He bowed his head and prayed that his soul would be sent swiftly to heaven.

He didn’t know how long he stayed there, kneeling by the small forgotten grave, before Pesci hurried up to him.

“Prosciutto! There you are! I was worried.”

Prosciutto looked up. “I’m sorry for leaving you in there, Pesci, but it’s done.”

Pesci sobered as he looked down at the grave. “It was Luca, wasn’t it?”

Prosciutto nodded. “Yes. But he’s at peace now. Perhaps for the first time.”

“We were the lucky ones, weren’t we?” Pesci asked softly.

“Yes, we were,” Prosciutto said. “Which is why we need to do what we can to help others through their own trials.”

He pushed himself to his feet, fully realizing how bad his body and head were aching after the ordeal. “Come on then, Pesci. Let’s go home. Our work here is done.”

[dolce-tenebra-toscana]

The more i think about it, the more i think La Squadra would fit amazingly in the Helluva Boss universe.

I just need Blitzo and Melone being best friends 🤣

Moxxie drinking with Prosciutto and asking themselves if they truly are the only braincells of their respective groups.

Formaggio, Risotto and Millie going on a killing spree and then talk about food and gardening.

Loona bonding with Ghiaccio and Illuso for different reasons and the 3 of them becoming Moxxie's new nightmare 🤣

I wonder what type of demon/sinner they would be tho 🤔🤔 time to make a new au i guess 🤣

[littleghostarts]

ooh god I don’t know if I posted these but I’ll post them anyway just in cassseeeeee

Tried making another Jojo oc to try my hand at making a not-so-villain :’) I’m gonna call him Loreley for now i think~

Also demon La Squadra doodles!!!! this idea died years ago but I wanted to try and bring it back a lil bit~! Let me know what you guys think~

[felsdumpsterfire]

YEEEESSSSS

LOOK LOOK WITH YOUR FUCKING EYEBALLS

dug up some old wips of a La Squadra demon au from a while back and decided to give them a redraw - they turned out pretty good so I thought I’d put em up between requests. Hope ya like em~! 

[kasathedog-jjba]

I forgot to post Demon Risotto for the AU of the Werewolf AU LMAO

Just look at him because hes hot as fuck

[photon-crest-art]

First non-reblog post (Minus the pinned)! Here’s a compilation of the art I made for the ask-demon-prosciutto reboot!

[ragingyandereholic]

Note: This is a demon au and is nowhere connected to the canon of Vento Aureo. Risotto’s also a little ooc but that’s mostly because of the whole yandere demon aspect lol

(Warnings: NSFW, General yandere scariness, noncon/rape, straight up blasphemy, and all that good stuff)

Word count: 3,357

Follow Me Down to Hell

The sound of windchimes echoed through the courtyard as you, a young nun, sat on the side of a fountain, reading softly to your children who sat at your feet, looks of interest and curiosity in their eyes. "And they threw him into the lion's den, hoping that the scary cats would rip him to shreds," You read aloud, the children collectively gasping with big eyes that practically said, "No way! Really?"

"What happened then, Sister?" One of the little girls asked, looking terrified for Daniel's life.

"Do the lions kill him!?" One of the other boy's asked, causing the little girl to tear up and sniffle softly. Certainly the story wouldn’t end so gruesomely! God wouldn’t let one of his own suffer like that, would he?

You shook your head and placed your hand gently on the little girl's head, saying, "Oh, no, no, no. When they returned the next day, Daniel was laying amongst the lions because God came down and saved him," You explained gently and the girl stopped crying. All the kids gasped in amazement and began to clap happily, cheering about the conclusion of the story. They were so easily excited by the littlest of things.

You smiled just a bit...until you and the children heard a loud noise...It was a harsh thump and the cracking of earth. It sounded as if something heavy had made impact just a few feet away from the fountain you were sitting on. Everyone turned their eyes to see a man, laying on the ground, looking wounded…

The children began to yelp and stare at the man and you quickly stood up, seeing him wounded on the ground. You quickly sent the children off to get the Abbess and crouched on the ground, dropping to your knees and looking over this man…He had olive skin with soft whitish hair...It seemed he may have been an albino. He even had soft white eyelashes that were fluttering against his cheeks as he groaned...He was dressed in relatively simple clothing that was all white, but stained heavily with blood.

You gasped as you saw that and quickly pulled his head into your lap, shocked at the amount of blood splattered all over him. You gently pat at his cheek, trying to wake him up, "S...Sir…! Si...Sir!?" Your voice yelped softly as you tried to make sure he was still alive. Where did he fall from? Did he jump from the top top floor of the church? Was it an accident or did he intentionally jump?

You leaned down and pressed your ear against his shockingly broad chest...He had a heartbeat...but instead of being faint or slow...it was fast. His heart was thumping fast and loud, like the heartbeat of a marathon runner on his final lap. It was good that he was alive still, but...this could only mean that he lost enough blood to be going into Hypovolemic shock.

Confused, you leaned up and looked down at him...It made no sense for someone so completely covered in what you could only assume was his own blood to even still be alive in all truth...

Suddenly, the man's eyes snapped open and you reared back in shock. His scalera were a deep void of black...and his eyes were a bright, blood red color that made you freeze as they burned into you.

You tried to jump up and away from him, but he grabbed you, gripping your arm with inhuman strength and you were quickly yanked back into his hard chest.

He grinned in a practically inhuman way, his teeth large and sharp like the teeth of a canine...He then spoke in a voice low and guttural, it sounded like the growl of an animal, "You're so adorable, Sister…" He said, his voice rumbling in his chest.

"L...Let go…" You said quietly and tried to pull your arm back from him to no avail...He was worlds stronger than you. He stood up, his tall form now at its full height. He was gigantic and he towered over you...How tall was he? He looked more than 7 feet tall...

"You're so precious thinking you can get away from me…" He smirked and lifted you up by your arm, watching you dangle as he pulled you up to his eye level...He then leaned in, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose.

You yelped and tried to lean back, the thing easily lifting you up into a princess hold so you could barely struggle against him in his iron grip, "L...Let go…! Put me down...Y...You, monster…!" You stammered as you struggled to get out of his muscular arms.

"Monster…?" He began to grin a bit again and leaned down, kissing you on the top of the head, "I'm not a monster, Amore...I'm a demon…~" He said and playfully nipped at your ear, watching you squirm and whine softly.

His deep red eyes pierced through you as you whimpered and struggled...He was so amused by the sweet, little nun that he had come to desperately want. He had never felt this way before. He had only felt lust and desire…but now...you had made him feel something different...something fluffier…but also something much, much darker in nature than any affection he had ever felt. He wanted you. He wanted you to be his and his alone. His princess, his pet, his...possession. Oh, how he loved you...He loved you so much it made him sick. He loved you so much that he would do anything to keep you...Tear away your faith, rip your humanity away from you entirely and keep you caged forever in his sick love.

Eyes filled with shock and fear, you looked up at this demon with your mouth agape. You didn’t know how this could even be happening, let alone on the grounds of the church where such a creature should not be able to tread. This demon looked down at you with a sick adoration in his unnatural eyes, and you were frozen by it, unable to struggle or cry or scream. This man...if he could even be called that...He was so large and imposing with his tall frame and large muscles. He looked like he could snap your minuscule frame in half with barely any effort.

Noticing fear in your eyes, Risotto began to grin wider. He leaned down, whispering into your ear from behind your veil, "Your heart is beating so fast...I can smell your fear, Tesoro...It's delectable…" He whispered and you only whimpered yet again. "You're so cute…" He murmured and leaned down closer, "I could just eat you up…" He said and lapped his hot tongue across your cheek, panting his breath into your face.

"Put me down…" You said again, this time more so begging than trying to command him as you did beforehand.

"No...I want you, (Name)...And what I want, I always get…" He whispered to you, the smirk on his face growing wider…

Your eyes widened. He knew your name? How did this demon know your name? Was he...watching you? For months...no, years at this point, you had felt a sense of unease. You had the constant sensation of eyes burning into your back. It almost never went away, even when you showered and changed into your pajamas. You felt as if there was always someone there, hiding in the corner of your room, sitting in the back pews of the church as you prayed at the railing, or peering out from the forest as you strolled in the garden. Burning, searing eyes glued to your frame even as you did the most mundane of things.

As you continued to stare at him in horror, suddenly you both appeared in a different place. The church itself...How was this demon able to enter here!? It was a sacred place! He smirked and whipped his large clawed hands over the altar, swiping the holy books and candles off of the surface, causing you to yelp.

"You can't do that…! That's very disrespectful!" You yelped out as you were roughly slammed down on top of the altar…

He loomed over you, and as you blinked, in an instant his appearance was completely different. His hair was longer, large horns protruded from his head and he was wearing a strange black hat with bells on it, similar to that of a medieval jester...He was even taller than before and his bottom half was covered in dark, black fur. Leathery wings protruded from his back, so large, big enough to engulf you entirely. He had hooves and long black nails that looked sharp enough to pierce through the wood he had slammed you down on…

Seeing your stares and shocked expression, he began to chuckle, his deep voice echoing through the sanctuary and bouncing off the high walls. "You're so tiny...Let's see that beautiful body…" He suddenly ripped your veil from her head, tossing it to the side and exposing your soft (Hair color) hair to him.

A squeal tore past your throat as you struggled to fight your way out from underneath his heavy, muscular form. Your struggles had no effect on the beast however, as he then ripped your tunic in half practically, tearing it to shreds like it was nothing.

"Stop…!" You yelped, trying so desperately to hold on to the fabric...You were completely exposed in the house of God.

The demon stared down at you, his lips pulled into a sharp toothed grin as his dark eyes roamed over your adorably small body. No matter your size, In comparison to him, you were absolutely tiny...Like a little china doll that he could shatter if he so chose to. "You're so cute...So very adorable, my sweet, little thing…" He purred as he grinded his crotch against you, letting out a soft groan...He then pulled off his own loincloth and tossed it aside, exposing himself to your stunned eyes.

You stared in shock at his lower half. His member was large, bigger than anything you had ever seen...it was veiny and long, twitching and pulsing with need as he looked down your exposed body.

"Like what you see, my sweet thing~?" He asked with a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her stare…"It's going to be a tight fit...but, oh...You'll love it, baby...I'll make you feel so good…"

"N...No…!" You yelped with teary eyes, trying to get away from him...You had vows! Even if you didn’t have them, he was much too large! He would break you! No living person could take a cock that big!

"Oh, stop struggling…" He said and tightened his grip, causing you to whimper loudly, "You're going to be my own little toy...My little cumslut nun to use until you can't remember your own name…"

"Please…Stop…" You continued to whine fearfully, your eyes filling with tears as you sniffled and struggled not to cry and expose your weakness to him.

He leaned down, gently capturing your lips in a kiss as he gripped your underwear and pulled them down your supple thighs...He then tossed them into the floor with your veil and tunic.

"Don't cry, my sweet lamb," He murmured to you quietly as he gently slid his large hands up to your breasts, pulling off your bra and tossing it aside as well, "You're so precious…"

He leaned down and kissed your breasts, lapping his tongue all across your flushing skin…"You're so adorable...So sweet…" He purred softly and pressed his lips to your abdomen, kissing a line down to your pussy…

You whimpered, letting out a sharp gasp as he plunged his tongue into your entrance and began to taste you...He groaned softly into your folds, enjoying the sweet taste as he gripped your thighs.

"You're so sweet…" He purred as he teasingly lapped across your dripping folds, his long tongue diving further into your depths than you even thought was possible. His tongue was like that of a serpent, long and forked at the end. In this moment, you truly felt like Eve, seduced by a snake to fall into sin. In this case however, the sin wasn’t knowledge, it was pure, unadulterated lust that you had pushed deep down inside yourself all your life, so desperate to retain your purity and please your heavenly father.

“Don’t be shy, my darling...Moan for your master…” His voice rumbled lowly as he leaned up for only a moment to peer up at you, those deep red eyes once again burning into you and causing you to shiver. “Risotto...That’s the name you need to moan…”

In one last act of defiance, you bit down on your lips and shook your head...You wouldn’t let him order you around...You didn’t have any master other than the one high above. You wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of thinking he had any power over you.

Risotto frowned as he saw this, dark eyes narrowing dangerously as he gripped your thighs tighter and dipped his head between your thighs again, sliding his tongue inside of you once more, this time rougher. He growled and moaned into your folds as he ate you out, trying with intense fervor to make you scream out in the house of god.

Your legs trembled and your eyes rolled back as he repeatedly slammed his tongue into your g-spot, filling you with intense pleasure you never thought possible. Still, you bit your lips and squeezed your eyes shut, desperately avoiding moaning. You couldn’t bear to commit such an act- the act of breaking your vows on the altar as the stained glass image of Jesus looked down upon you.

“Stop...Please...I’m begging you…” You begged uselessly, body trembling with pleasure and shame as this beast looked down at you with burning, lustful crimson eyes. Despite this, no matter how you seemed to beg and plead, he was unflinching, relentless as his talons dug into the soft, easily broken skin of your thighs. A demon couldn’t be swayed by petty cries. Nothing you could say or do could stop him now that he was infatuated with you.

“I can’t stop now…” Risotto said with a sharp-toothed grin that sent a series of shivers rolling down the length of your spine, “Look at how hard you’ve made me already…” He said with a low rumble, rubbing the tip of his monstrous length against your dampened entrance. You were soaking wet, spread open for him like he had always longed for. The mere sight made his cock pulse and throb with need. He needed you. Right here. Right now. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He slowly pushed his member past the threshold of your lips, eyes rolling back and mouth dropping open as the wet heat of your virgin pussy squeezed his cock. It was so good, better than anything he had ever imagined as he watched you shower or lurked just out of sight when you changed clothes. “Fuck...Fuck, you’re so tight…” he groaned out, gripping your thighs and pushing them over your head as he pressed his full weight on top of you.

You were in a state of utter despair. Risotto’s member was large, bulging in your abdomen as he pressed as deeply as he could into you. He panted out lowly, leaning down closer to your face and capturing your lips in a harsh kiss. Your jaw hung open in a silent scream and he used that opportunity to slide his serpentine tongue into your mouth. In this state of pain, every single detail stood out to you, amplified by the intensity of everything you were feeling. The way you could taste yourself on his tongue, the way his voice seemed to rumble from his chest in a deep groan of pleasure, even the way his sharp teeth clinked against your own with each messy attack on your lips. It was agony. And then, it was ecstasy.

“A….Aaah~!” You let out a sharp squeal, eyes widening and body tensing. A knot tied itself in your middle, tightening and tightening as Risotto pulled his cock out...and then slammed back in with reckless abandon. He paid no attention to your size disparity or the fact you were a virgin. All he wanted was to fuck you until you couldn’t remember the Hail Mary or the Lord’s Prayer.

“Did someone get used to me? I told you you’d love it, you slutty little nun…~” His voice growled lowly into your ear as he fucked his large cock into you, it’s twitching head slamming against your cervix in a way that was both painful and pleasurable. “I will fill you to the brim with my demonic seed...Knock you up so you can’t even think about leaving me.”

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and your mouth dropped open once more, more involuntary moans ripping past your lips as he began to speed up his strokes, his inhuman grin widening with every moan and gasp that filled his pointed ears. “Louder! Louder!! I want you to scream so loud that the heavens shake and God cries! I’m defiling his creation! I’m stealing it from him and making it my own!” He shouted out, gripping your thighs tight and slamming harder and harder.

Tears of pleasure and pain poured down your flushed face, your eyes half-lidded and your teeth gritted as you screamed out, “Oh my GOD!! Fuck!! Please!! I want to cum! Let me cum please! Please, for the love of God!!”

Risotto bit his lip, gripping your throat in his large hands, “How bad do you want it? How much do you want to cum, lovely? I need to know just how bad you need me…”

“So much!” You screamed out, mind and morals fogged over by thick, primal lust that left you unable to do anything but writhe under him in pleasure as he ravished you. You dragged your nails down his back, wrapping your legs around his waist as you squealed out in euphoria. “Please! Please just let me cum! I’ll do anything! I promise I will! Fuck!! Please!!”

“Your wish is my command! Remember your promise, sweetheart!” He said, leaning down and sinking his sharp teeth into your neck as he slammed harder and harder, speeding up and sending tremors through your frame as the coil in your stomach tightened more and more. “Cum for me…” He growled into your ear, and then the coil snapped.

Spams wracked your body and your eyes rolled back as you achieved release, legs trembling and voice pitching up as you moaned, “Aaaaah~!! Risotto!!”

He grunted lowly, eyes rolling back as well as your tight pussy squeezed and spasmed around his thick member. You were bringing him close to release too. It wouldn’t be much longer until he finally filled you up, and claimed you fully for his own.

“Fuck! Ahhh, fuck! I’m cumming, (Name)! Take all of it!” He groaned out in pleasure and captured your lips in a rough kiss as he slammed in for the final stroke, filling your womb with all of his demonic seed.

You trembled underneath him, face sweaty and tongue lolled out of your mouth. “Ahhh...Ah…” You panted out softly, eyes slowly closing as your body went limp, legs ceasing their trembling and nails sliding down his back the final time. Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

Risotto panted heavily as well, laying flat on top of you and laying his head on top of your head, “Darling...Remember your promise to do anything for me?”

“Yes…?” You quietly murmured as you looked up at him, “What...what do you want from me?” You were regretting your words. In your state of blind lust, you didn’t realize how easy it would be for him to use such promises against you.

He could detect your change in demeanor, a predatory smirk crawling across his face as he leaned down closer to your face. His voice came out in a guttural growl more befitting to the monster he was and you felt your stomach drop.

“Follow me down to hell.”

[ask-demon-prosciutto]

／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ {Contract?)

Pesci audibly gasps at the creature before him. "Oh! Hello there little friend...! I didn't think I'd find any other adorable creatures here...!

There's a short pause as he tilts his head to the side a little. "...But what kind of contract are you talking about? Fra did always said I should try to learn as much as I can before I make any decisions..."

[lostdemonchild]

Demon Rice >:3

[milkakira]

ideas for a RisoPro angel and demon AU

to be continued!

[phantatrix]

I'm gonna keep experimenting with their designs but here are my la squadra demons from my fanfic

[hoshihiime]

A list of strongest to weakest willed boys in my Hunter/Demon!AU AKA Who would likely snap and fuck the demon!Reader first.*

Bucciarati Gang:

Strongest

Bruno

Giorno

Fugo

Abbacchio

Mista

Weakest

*All minors aged up!

La Squadra

Strongest

Risotto

Prosciutto

Sorbet/Gelato

Illuso

Ghiacchio

Pesci

Melone

Formaggio

Weakest