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Pervert Pt 3 (Newspaper Club; Obey Me!SWD)

ohhhh my GOOOOOOOOOOOD i finally did it. it's over it's over it's over i did it i did it everyone enjoy this. holy shit

a/n: PERVERT PART THREE AS PROMISED WOOOOOOO!! i finally finished i promised id deliver and here we are!! some of these may be out of character because im slightly unfamiliar with these characters BUT i hope you all enjoy regardless. please let me know if you enjoyed! next, im working on all these asks that keep pouring in...

cw: fem!mc (undergarments such as bras and panties are mentioned, but mc could be a crossdresser), fem undergarments, perverted behavior, underwear stealing, etc. let me know if i missed anything!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, AS USUAL. PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY.

Mephistopheles:

He immediately startles and drops the panties to the floor. His lips twitch downwards into a frown and his gloved fingers curl into fists. His face burns red with embarrassment. Poor guy. The richest, most prestigious, most prominent noble of the entire Devildom, known for keeping his cool and being as haughty as a King… is frozen in place, here, watching you with wide eyes, after being caught rooting around through your laundry, for what anyone could assume were less than pure intentions. 

It’s not a very good day for him.

If he wants to say something, he can’t. You watch as his mind spins, trying to come up with a notable retort, but you are both well aware that by the time he does, the tremendous pause in your discussion, already quite long and stifling, will have rendered it useless. You are both at a standstill, you clearly with the upper hand. But you know Mephisto, and how he’s not one to back down. But it’s not like you will, either. 

When you take a step towards him, he jolts back, broken out of his frozen trance. He sputters indignantly, desperately coming up with something to say in response.

“F-First of all!” He’s practically spitting the words out at you, furious red blush across his face. You wait for him to speak, but he appears to have trouble getting anything out. All that he can get out for a few moments is nothing but false starts, angry sighs, and mortified groans. Then, he finally speaks. “If you so much as mention this to anyone else…!” 

You want to say he’s already bluffing without hearing the rest of his threat. What could he do to possibly save his reputation from such an incredible embarrassment? He’s far too honest to paint you as a liar, and far too kind to blame you, anyway. If anything, the only thing he would do is refuse to admit the truth and never speak of the topic. Which, honestly, was probably the best that could come out of this… If he was willing to leave it behind, at least.

You were admittedly more curious about what drove him to this level. He had never been too slow to show his obvious disdain for humans, especially you for your closeness to Diavolo. He was plenty kind, but he wasn’t nice, and that was that. So, after showing nothing short of polite dislike for you… What was he doing here? Part of you almost couldn’t believe it. The human hater himself… chasing after a whiff of human pheromones? Sexual ones, at that?

You only realize he was lecturing you on keeping quiet when you return from your thoughts. 

“-And quite frankly, I believe you owe it to me to keep quiet. It’s not every day I open my doors to anyone - a human, no less - and allow them to stay temporarily simply because the demon lost his temper.” He turns away and huffs, crossing his arms. In his rambling, his blush had significantly lessened, and his embarrassment faded. “I am only doing this for the sake of Lord Diavolo.”

Yeah, right. 

You decide to be teasing. The amused expression on your face turns into a questioning one, eyebrow raised and lips quirked downwards. “Which part are you doing for Lord Diavolo’s sake? Taking me in or stealing my intimates?”

He sputters immediately at your question, looking at you incredulously. “I-!” He starts, and you can almost tell he was going to say something along the lines of ‘I beg your pardon!’ and then realized he was in no position to say such things. “You…!” He points at you, as though to get a point across, then falters and retracts. He is visibly fuming, clearly very angry that he is unable to get a proper retort out. It takes everything in you not to laugh at him. “Ugh!” He turns on his heel and begins to walk away, and almost manages to, before you toss the panties he dropped right at the back of his head. He stops in his tracks, curling his hands into fists at his sides. He is absolutely seething, and you can tell. He plucks them off of his head and grips them tightly, as if to send you a threatening message. You only laugh.

“Come back to me when you’d like a fresh pair!” You giggle at him and walk back into the laundry room to finish your chore. As you complete your wash, you hear his grumbling and stomping all the way down the hall. He does not return the panties. 

Raphael: 

Wordlessly, silently, he startles, staring at you like a deer in headlights. His eyes widen like saucers, but his lips remain closed. The longer he stands there, idling, the more you wonder what exactly he's hoping to achieve. He doesn't so much as twitch. 

After you think you've been standing here long enough, waiting for him to move, you roll your eyes and harden your gaze on him. 

“Gonna give them back or not, pervert?” You crook an eyebrow upwards and tilt your head at him. He looks down, almost visibly deflating. His reaction is almost unexpected. He looks genuinely sad, looking pitifully down at the panties he held in his hand. 

You got the slight feeling that this was probably an act, but you didn’t comment on it. You simply shook your head and held out your hand, motioning for him to hand them over. Politely, he does, gently placing them in your hand and bowing his head, pursing his lips. “I… I apologize, MC. This won’t happen again.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “It shouldn’t,” you said firmly, turning away from him to move to complete the wash, before continuing, “At least, not without my permission first.”

You hear his sudden intake in breath, but decide not to pay it any mind. The weight of the realization on him hangs heavily in the air, joined by absolute silence except for your movements, putting your laundry in the wash. You have to wait a while before you hear him open and close his mouth a few times, clearly conflicted on what to say, before he finally stammers, “Wh-What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” you start, turning to him, holding another lacy pair of panties in you hands, “that I wouldn’t mind if you needed my pheromones so badly for a fix. You just have to be a good boy and ask.”

He sputters indignantly for a moment, his eyes widening, and a blush spreading across his face. You only smile, and turn back to your chore, wordlessly continuing to put them away. He shuffles in place before helping you, probably attempting to sweeten the deal before he asks. You don’t mind, however, and let him assist you.

When the chore is finally done and the wash is going, he turns to you. “I know you probably don’t have any I could use now…” He speaks slowly, as though carefully considering every word before it comes out. It must be a difficult request. “But, when they start to pile up, would it… be alright, if I borrowed some?” He doesn’t look at you. He can’t bear to. He doesn’t need to, though. The embarrassment is painted quite clearly all over his face and ears, a deep shade of red. He’s looking down at his clasped hands and worrying his lip between his teeth. Was it this important to him to be able to indulge himself? You find yourself more and more surprised at the attitudes of these demons and angels day after day. 

“Sure.” You simply sigh, amused by his shyness. Your face twists into a smirk, however, when an offer comes to mind. “In fact… Maybe when the day is done, I can give you the pair I’m wearing now. How does that sound?”

He’s practically frozen now, the blush across his face the only thing capable of melting him. He swallows roughly and stiffly nods, walking away robotically to leave the room. You only watch him, amused, thinking about how the ending of your day would go.

Thirteen: 

She yelps, jumping ten feet into the air in surprise at your sudden appearance. She fumbles the panties in her hands, looking guilty as ever. Her eyes flick from you to her hands nervously, as though fearing judgment. Before you can say anything, she clenches her hands shut, squeezing her eyes shut tight, and begins apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry, MC! This really shouldn’t have happened, I just got way too curious and I had to-! Well…” She trails off, biting her lip. “I hope you aren’t too mad at me… I still do want that soul of yours, y’know.” She says this innocently, as though you’ll forgive her if she widens her eyes and pouts her lips. Which, honestly, would be tempting, but it’s less so tempting when you glance down to the panties she still clutches in her grasp. She notices this and hides them behind her, a blush creeping onto her face. 

“Hey… you wouldn’t mind me keeping these, would you? Your soul is nice and all, but…” She pouts, very clearly for show, and looks at you with wide eyes, begging without saying anything. You’re ready to call bullshit on her, and quite loudly at that. However, you simply sigh, exhausted, and hold out your hand.

“Come on. Hand them over.”

She sighs begrudgingly and hands them over, plopping them down in your hand. “You’re no fun.” She struts away from you and plops down on a nearby chair, sighing dramatically and laying across the chair in a fainting pose. “Could’ve kept something of my beloved’s for when they inevitably return to the underworld, but no. I’ve got to sit here and long for them.” She sighs dramatically again, melting into the chair. You roll your eyes and walk over to her, peering down at her.

“How about I come back? Visit with a fresher pair?” A wicked smile grows on your face as you say this, the thought of the offer stirring you with mirth.

She shoots up at once, her light blush deepening into a cherry red. She looks at you with wide eyes and her mouth slightly parted in shock.

“...Do you mean it?”

“Sure.” You say, shrugging, and stepping back from her. You smile at her, as though waiting for her to take the offer. Of course, she snaps at it. 

“Hmm. I still want those ones. They’re pretty and purple.” She points to the ones you’re holding, a wide smirk on her face now. You only roll your eyes again.

“Fine. But only if you wash them.”

“Deal.”

a/n: woooooooohooooooooo! it's finally done! im so, so sorry for making you all wait so long! thank you so much for being so patient with me! please, enjoy this, and don't be afraid to leave a comment, reblog, or sumbit an ask! i love to know what you all think of my writing!

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Crimson Destruction

As a war rages on, Sylus finds himself closer to peace than he'd ever been. The start of his plans, his future, it's just one battle away. But fate might have other plans.

➻➻ ABOUT | 4000 words. sylus x fem!reader.

➻➻ TAGS | heavy angst. war and battle. blood/injury. major character death.

NOTE: This draws a lot of parallels with Sylus' myth and portrays a bit of history repeating itself. Apologies in advance for any pain and suffering this might cause, guess this one's for the masochists — so make sure to read those warnings (:

Inspired by this ask and i think i may have... over-delivered? Either way, I hope I did your prompt justice @huachengnism <3

Also, bc no ideas are original, I was half done writing this when I found this post by @relentlessconqueror, who I apparently share at least a few brain cells with when it comes to headcanons so *fist bump*

She struggled to catch her breath, her chest heaving with the exertion of the escape. Her ribs screamed with every inhale, bruised from the last blow she’d taken before breaking free, and every bone in her body ached.

It'd been hours since Mephisto miraculously landed on the bars of her cell in the depths of the Association's intricate Wanderer prison system with an all-access key card. But she — they, she corrected as she felt the reassuring pressure of the crow's talons perch on her shoulder — were alive and unhurt. 

The battle had moved to what little remained of the newest No Hunt Zone: what was once known as Linkon City Centre. The once bustling hub that had been full of people and livelihoods had been reduced to a crater on the planet’s surface, destroyed by violence, explosions, and carnage. Linkon was falling, neighborhood by neighborhood, consumed by chaos orchestrated by the Hunter’s Association. Their relentless pursuit of her — the so-called Traitorous Tenebra — had left a trail of destruction in their wake.

She'd barely survived the Alpha Team's brutal "interrogation," which had brought her to the brink of unconsciousness when they demanded information she refused to give. But it was their arrogance and the surrounding destruction of their crusade to capture the elusive leader of Onychinus that let her slip through their grasp.

Now, she had one goal: find Sylus so they could escape this nightmare.

It was easy to predict how today would go — Ever Group’s unrelenting thirst for domination and the Hunter's Association’s relentless pursuit of Onychinus and aether cores made for a volatile duo. But no one, not even Sylus, who had an uncanny knack for understanding human nature, could have foreseen how they would fuel each other’s chaos, turning the Linkon into a nightmare of their own making.

Bloodthirsty men who called themselves "researchers" with protocore-powered ammunition stormed the streets, piercing through civilians like arrows of death. She'd done all she could to defend the innocents of Linkon from afar with the Hunter weapons she’d swiped on her way out of the Association. But only so many could be saved while it seemed like countless others met their ends.

Of course, the Hunters had their own twisted methods for submission. The few teams she'd spotted were taking protocore-inlaid weapons while Wanderers followed their commands like the puppets Xander Sciences made them to be. The very creatures the Association set out to destroy, now wielded like oversized hellhounds to take down Onychinus' leader, "the harbinger of doomsday in Linkon."

She couldn't help but scoff at their zealous fanaticism. And she was the Tenebra.

Bodies and blood were strewn across the cobblestone and the asphalt, and there were far more dead from their side than she’s sure they had predicted in their arrogance. But the fate of Ever’s defeat loomed over the rubble like the mythological Hades, waiting to collect his souls. 

She watched for a few minutes as the attacks grew more spaced apart, deciding that now was the perfect time to send the signal to Sylus. She’d only had a glimpse of his black-red mist and that was hours ago. All she’d wanted to do was cup the reassuring beat of his heart in her hands, to feel his hand wrap around the back of her head, pressing her nose into the warmth of his neck. 

Now was the time. They were done here. Done with this place. 

She looked at the thunderclouds overhead, swelling with eagerness to spill their deluge of water over the landscape. She removed the dark red gem around her wrist before her hands rose to clasp it over her companion's sturdy neck. Her fingers trailed the cold metal of her crow's studded wing when she murmured, "Keep this safe for me, you big fiend. Now, Mephisto. Go."

His mechanical wings unfolded before he launched into the stormy sky. She watched the crimson glimmer as he soared with a fluid grace and precision that made him as real to her as any other crow.

Sylus would know to meet her now.  

Sylus surveyed the No Hunt Zone from the neighborhood’s tallest building, atop the skeletal remains of empty flats that had somehow stayed standing. He was up there for a better vantage point, sure, but he also had to distance himself from the eye-stinging smoke that had surrounded him below as well as the eerily familiar, nausea-inducing smell of burning flesh. 

But he wasn’t going to think about it. Couldn’t think about it. That was then, this is now. 

He'd purposefully stayed within sight of Linkon's supposed saviors and the battle, moving just enough to keep their attention fixed on him. He darted between buildings, his black-red mist filtering through the haze of smoke, a deliberate lure to give her a chance to make it above ground and send him their signal.

He felt a faint trace of her energy only an hour ago as he moved around, commanding and powerful, the only source of water in a desert of death.

Sylus' heart almost beat out of his chest in anticipation of being with her without time limits, without restraint, and he did his best to tamp down that feeling he forbade himself to feel since he was a dragon with his first love: hope. 

But he couldn’t avoid the promise of their escape. It wrapped around him and took the form of her body, making him feel a longing so fierce, he had to force his feet to stay on the stone until Mephisto arrived. 

The firing shots and pained cries were getting fewer and far between, with no shadows of Wanderers moving within sight. The battle was almost over. 

As Sylus squinted to see if any of his men lay among the dead, his ears caught a rhythmic flapping, prompting him to extend his forearm. When he felt the cold weight of the robot's body land on his arm, two things happened at once.

One, his gaze locked on his bracelet's twin, the garnet-colored gem winking at him as he took it off the crow's neck and clenched his palm around it. Two, at the same time, Mephisto's beak opened to reveal the recording device within and the only voice he ever wanted to hear rang out, "Keep this safe for me, you big fiend."

The sound of the words surrounded him like an embrace. Fiend.

He froze in delighted disbelief and couldn’t help it. He laughed. A loud, genuine laugh. It sounded gravelly and unpracticed, feeling foreign on his battle-hardened cheeks, but he couldn’t contain his relief. 

They were done here. 

Mephisto trailed Sylus like a shadow in the sky as he headed toward the N109 Zone, smirking all the way. Very much the opposite of the expression a man who’d just sacrificed everything he’d built on this planet, whose organization had been disintegrated by the Hunters Association, should be wearing. 

He glanced back every so often at Linkon behind him, a scorched blemish on the landscape. 

Impatient, Sylus tried to seek her out with his evol and swore he could feel her heading his way. He was half-tempted to haul her to him, her complaints of manhandling be damned.

The abandoned buildings in the N109 Zone stood like silent witnesses, their jagged edges silhouetted against the unnaturally bright moon. 

He glanced around and whispered her name a few times. When no one answered back he leaned against a crumbling wall, waiting for her. The moon seemed brighter in the sky.

That was when he saw the sinister glow of emerald eyes in the alley. 

A sharp crack split the air, as Sylus’ power surged forward, barely stopping a metaflux-infused bullet mid-air and disintegrating it into nothing before it pierced his chest. 

"Impressive," a guttural voice growled from the darkness. 

The lead scientist of Xander Sciences emerged and Sylus’ lips twisted into a grimace. The maniac had fused himself with a Wanderer. 

The aether core Ever had attempted to manufacture had done more than just augment him — it had warped him completely. Whatever remained of his humanity was buried under a grotesque amalgamation of man and Wanderer. Ugly green scales shimmered under the moonlight, and claws scraped the concrete as he moved.

"I was wondering when you’d crawl out of your hole," Sylus said, his voice calm and unbothered. 

The monster sneered, revealing his jagged face. "You’ve meddled with us for the last time. This planet is mine to reshape. You won’t stand in our way."

He moved with inhuman speed, closing the distance between them in a blur. He slashed with his claws, but Sylus ducked, releasing a burst of energy that sent him skidding backward. The hybrid roared, firing another shot, but Sylus twisted his hand, bending the energy around him to absorb the bullet’s momentum before redirecting it in a volatile arc that scorched the ground at the monster’s feet.

The battle was a storm of power. The hybrid lunged, his claws tearing through the air, but Sylus met him head-on, energy crackling from his fists as they clashed. Each blow lit up the darkness, casting crimson shadows on the crumbling walls around them.

"You’re nothing but a monster now," Sylus gritted out, his voice strained as he deflected another strike. "Even your own tech couldn’t handle your ambition."

He laughed, the sound a guttural snarl. "Ambition is evolution. And evolution demands sacrifice!"

Sylus wasn’t winning this fight, though. He’d already won. 

The hybrid had definitely been injured in battle, or he might’ve just been drunk on bloodlust, but either way, his attacks were haphazard and sloppy at best. Sylus was just looking for the right opening, baiting him so he could deliver her final strike against him. 

Sylus’ evol surged, spiraling around him in a black-red maelstrom of raw power. He struck the ground with his fist, sending a shockwave that threw the monster off balance. Taking the opening, Sylus launched forward, his fist colliding with its jagged jaw, cracking scales and sending it stumbling.

But he recovered, the gun in his beastly hand raised as he fired a spray of bullets, each one infused with metaflux. Sylus dodged, but one grazed his arm, searing through his jacket and burning his skin.

Gritting his teeth, he channeled his frustration into his power, summoning a massive sphere of energy. "This ends now," Sylus growled.

The sphere expanded, its glow lighting up the area around them. With a roar, Sylus hurled it at his enemy, picturing the faces of the hundreds, thousands of humans and monsters alike who had wronged him. Wronged her.

The hybrid tried to counter, his claws swiping through the air to absorb the energy, but the sheer force of Sylus’s attack overwhelmed him. The explosion rocked the area, sending debris flying and shrouding the battlefield in smoke.

When the dust settled, the brilliant Carter of Xander Sciences lay motionless, his hybrid body cracked and broken. Sylus stood over him, breathing heavily, his evol flickering around him like a lightning storm.

"Evolution demands sacrifice," Sylus echoed, his voice low. "Guess you were right about that."

She sighed as she spotted the outskirts of the N109 Zone and headed toward their spot, toward Sylus. She knew he’d be there waiting for her, knew he'd gotten her signal when she saw the silhouette of a black crow sailing through the sky. 

She couldn’t wait to be with him unreservedly, without ever having to leave his side again. She found herself getting excited, feeling a breathless sort of anticipation. Her body ached, the pain of old wounds and new wounds alike coming together throughout her body. And it took all of her willpower to stay cautious of stragglers, to not to break into a sprint. 

But her willpower was no match for hope. No match for the smile that slowly dominated every inch of her face. 

She’d never been so overjoyed, so relieved. So overcome with the need to see his vermillion-streaked eyes, taste teasing smirk, feel his silver-streaked hair. 

The journey felt endless, like she was the Greek king Sisyphus, eternally destined to never reach her only goal. But finally, finally, she could see the haphazard border of the N109 Zone.

When she was just a few dozen feet away, she spotted him, reclined against a stone wall near a felled wanderer, spotlighted by the moon like her very own star.

She paused to compose herself, holding back her stupid tears of joy, of relief. He hadn’t noticed her yet and she was okay with that, content to steal a moment of gazing at him for herself. 

But then he stirred, his eyes lifting to meet hers, and her breath hitched. A teasing smirk tugged at his lips, but it softened when he noticed the way she looked at him, the way her entire being seemed to collapse with relief.

“You’re late,” he called to her. 

She broke into a run, ignoring the protests of her body, her legs barely able to keep pace with the urgency in her chest. “Sylus!”

He stayed in place, his arms opening as she barreled into him, wrapping herself around him. The warmth of his body and traces of his evol enveloped her, buzzing against her skin like a thousand kisses.

One of his arms slipped down to wrap her leg around his waist and held it there, as if the pressure of her chest against his wasn't nearly enough. She felt the warmth of his lips and the sharpness of his teeth on the space between her neck and shoulder as he tentatively nipped her there, like he was infusing himself into her.

She pulled back with a gasp to look up at him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. His greedy gaze faltered for a moment, replaced by something softer, something vulnerable, as his eyes searched hers.

And then she kissed him.

Her lips met his in a rush of emotion—relief, joy, desperation—all spilling into that single moment. For a heartbeat, he froze, startled, before his hands moved to cup her face, pulling her closer. His evol flared, an electric hum that danced between them, matching the frantic rhythm of her heart.

When they finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest to her palm, which caressed the pulse of his neck.

“Careful, sweetie, I might start thinking you like me,” he rasped, his voice rough and playful as his hand slid to the small of her back, holding her close.

She laughed through the lump in her throat, clinging to him tightly.

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, ruby gaze sparkling with mischief. His brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You look like hell.”

“I’ll live,” she reassured, leaning into his touch. “I just… needed to see you.”

He sighed as if the words were a balm, hand still cradling her face. “Good,” he said, his thumb brushing her cheek. “Because this big fiend will hunt you down if you leave my sight. Or—" he let go of her leg to circle her wrist and fasten her half of their bracelet around her wrist. "—dare to take this off again."

“Not a chance,” she whispered into his throat, wrapping her arms around him to clasp the bracelet with her other palm, as if printing its jagged shape into her wrist. “No matter how many times the world turns its back on us, I’m never leaving your side.”

The moment took up the entire lens of her focus, so she didn’t spot the other silhouette skulking from the entrance of the N109 Zone.

Sylus felt the shift a second too late.

The sharp, metallic click of a gun broke the fragile quiet, the sound slicing through the air like a knife.

She turned toward the sound and Sylus saw her eyes widen, not with fear, but with recognition.

“Jenna,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

From the shadows stepped her former leader, the woman who had once been her mentor. Jenna's presence was a weapon in itself, Sylus knew —steely, unyielding, and absolute. A metaflux-infused dagger was already raised aimed directly at Sylus.

“Did you really think I needed all the prison guards? I knew where he went, you’d follow,” Jenna’s voice sliced through the air, her voice razor-sharp as she spoke to her and aimed a disgusted glance at Sylus. "The perfect bait."

Without hesitation, she threw the blade like a dart.

"No!" she screamed as Sylus pushed her away from him, the blade slicing his cheek and eye, leaving a burning streak of pain and a hazy right field of vision in its wake.

Pain erupted like a white-hot brand as the impact shattered the aether core in his eye. Blood and fragments of glowing green dripped down his face in a torrent, obscuring his vision.

He staggered, his breath hitching as agony lanced through his skull. The disorienting mix of searing pain and the flickering in his right eye overwhelmed him, and he stumbled.

Through the haze of pain, he could feel the core’s fragments still burning into him and the world around him blurred as his mind fought to regain focus.

A frustrated sob behind him made his blood run cold.

Raising his head, his heart dropped as he saw Jenna’s gun aimed not at Sylus but at her aether core. Her heart. Jenna's other hand had forcefully raised her elbow, aiming his beloved's gun at Sylus' chest.

“You had such promise, young Hunter," Jenna continued, her tone lamenting. "But you should’ve known better than to run from your fate.”

“Jenna, please—”

Something sinister flickered across Jenna's face before vanishing into her practiced calm. “I taught you everything. And this… is how you repay me?” Her tone was as merciless and final. "Now you either kill him, or I kill you."

“Don’t touch her,” Sylus growled, his voice low and dangerous. He tried to reach out toward her, tried desperately to yank her back to him and take her away, but his evol didn't respond.

Jenna only smirked, her grip tightening as she tilted her head. “Your fate has always been sealed. But hers… Well, that depends on how obedient she feels.” She shrugged coldly. “Now shoot him."

Sylus' mind raced as his blurry gaze locked onto the watery anger of her eyes, familiar to him for longer than this planet's entire existence.

"Do it." He ignored her cry of indignant fury at his unmistakable command as he spoke cruel words wrapped in a loving tone.

"Sylus, no."

Inhaling through the pain he exhaled a shaky, almost impatient sigh. She had to do this, had to know he was okay with a world without him in it. "You bluffed once before in this position, kitten. Don't let a second chance pass you by."

"Stop!" The hand being forcefully aimed at his heart was shaking.

Suddenly a fierce resolve burned behind her eyes at his words, at the memory.

Her quaking hand suddenly steadied and her fingers adjusted their grip on the gun, and for a moment, relief overcame the pain in Sylus' body when he thought of her shooting him and ending it once and for all.

But — his cunning little kitten — she outmaneuvered them all.

She twisted her wrist, aimed the barrel at her chest, and pulled the trigger.

The deafening crack of the gunshot rang out, the impact jerking her frame as the bullet pierced right through her and struck Jenna, who staggered backward, eyes wide with shock as crimson bloomed on her Hunter's uniform.

Letting her go, Jenna clutched at her chest as she fell to the ground.

And the world slowed to a crawl.

The visceral scream that tore through his throat was a feral sound, an ancient, animalistic roar that was both agonized and shrill enough to become a death knell for every living being in Linkon. In the world.

Sylus’ legs buckled as he caught the weight of her body. His knees hit the concrete, and his arms tightened around her as he laid her trembling form on the ground.

“No, no, no,” he growled, his voice cracking as he pressed his hands against the flickering, shattered aether core in her chest, desperate to stem the flow of blood.

Her face was scrunched up tight in excruciating pain, but she was still alive. He could work with that. He would. 

“Fuck. You’re okay, kitten, you’re okay,” he crooned. He ignored the blood dripping from his eye to her chest and tried linking his hands through hers, tried to get her to resonate with him, to activate either of their evols so he could at least attempt to—

But her hands were bloody and trembling and limp.

"It's okay, Sylus. It's... alright," she soothed, wincing. "There's no choice, if it's between you and me. No choice."

A half-growl, half-sob escaped him. “Yes, and that choice is always you. Now look at me so I can fix your mistake and figure out how to— no, you're not allowed to close your eyes."

He paused during his diatribe, noticing just how much of his blood and hers had pooled beneath them, just how pale her lips were getting.

“There’s no saving this, Sylus.” Her unfocused eyes met his, hand hovering in the air weakly to pull his face down and place a kiss on his forehead.

The familiarity of the feeling overwhelmed him, like a thousand cuts of grief all at once. His groan sounded like a whimper as he pulled back to grab her hand and press it into the ravaged side of his face.

"Jenna was wrong.... about your fate." She inhaled a ragged breath. "We just made sure of it. There's no going back now."

All he could do was shake his head and imprint her hand over his eye, cold reality starting to fall like ashes around him.

When grey wisps started to sprinkle her hair and rest against her eyelashes, he realized it was actual ash. To some, it might’ve been beautiful; to him, it was devastating. Their souls were separating again, except this time, she was the one leaving him.

"If I ever had a soul—" he exhaled a shaky breath, blinked past the wetness that blurred his good eye, "—just know that it was you."

"You'll always be tied to me, Sylus. Forever." Her breaths were faster, shallower.

Her cheek twitched up and her eyelashes fluttered as suddenly, weak little notes squeezed their way out of her chest. His hand tightened around hers as the familiar melody embraced him and finally made the chest-wracking emotions drip salty trails down his cheek.

As the final note of her requiem faded, there was a long silence.

He waited for her voice again, for more words, but when he pulled back her chest was a pool of crimson and her eyes were closed.

She was gone, and he was in agony.

Suffering had long created a hole in his blackened heart. But this pain was unlike anything he’d felt before. It enveloped him, suffocated him.

And that’s when he found it. That small pebble of rage beneath the mountain of anguish. 

He set her on the ground as gently as he could before getting up and sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth, focusing on the anger so he could escape his grief. 

He felt it latch onto faint, flickering traces of his evol and the two powers laced together like two lovers, moving through his body, his fingertips.

He almost felt drunk with it.

He didn't notice it at first, he was still fixated on his beloved's lifeless face, but there was a soft glow radiating from the shattered remnants of their aether cores.

Black-red mist twitched restlessly and began to stretch outward.

“The day of judgment is today. Everyone will pay for this,” said Sylus, his voice utterly calm. “The whole world will burn.”

[cherryredstarz]

Things That Linger

A/n: I’ve never really written on tumblr before, and am still learning the mechanics, so I’ll do my best to do Sylus justice!

content: (wc790) lnds Sylus, afab reader, pre established relationship; pet names (kitten, sweetheart), hurt/comfort, just lots of fluff <3

Rain pours beyond the window, tiny raindrops racing down the glass panels. Years ago, when you were little, maybe you would have placed imaginary bets on which drop would win, or which one would become the biggest, but certainly not today.

Today was bad. The mission assigned to you by the Hunter’s Association had gone horribly wrong, Tara, your mission partner got injured, and the intel that had been gathered to secure the success of your mission had been falsified.

Sniffling, you wipe a tear from your cheeks and start to shift from your knees on the plush sofa by the window, only to feel large warm hands grasp your hips.

“What’s a kitten like you doing in my humble abode?” Sylus’s warm, deep voice appears by your ear. He shifts you gently into a more comfortable sitting position, and he placed himself beside you.

“Hey Sy.” Your words are choked, trying to contain your emotions.

He knew you were in his house before you were ever aware of his presence. Maybe it was Mephisto, or Luke or Kieran sending their boss man a text, but deep down, a part of you just knew he could sense it. Or maybe it had been because you’d left your boots on the black shoe rack in the foyer.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” His hand goes to your cheek, his red eyes softening slightly, and his brows creased slightly with an impending sense of worry.

“Mission…went badly…” was all you could get out before the tears came flooding back, roaring behind your eyes and being flushed like a waterfall. With gentle fingers, Sylus coax’s you into his arms.

The guilt was overwhelming. Maybe if you had been a few seconds faster, a little stronger, a little smarter-anything-maybe Tara wouldn’t have gotten hurt, the mission wouldn’t have gone wrong.

“Deep breaths sweetheart.” Sylus’s voice came as a soothing murmur, gently sitting you on his lap and rubbing soft circles on your back.

You feel a soft kiss be brushed against your forehead, which you rest on his shoulder as your breathing begins to even out.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks softly. You shake your head no, and Sylus won’t push; he knows with absolute certainty that you will open up to him when you are ready.

Before you know it, you find yourself sitting on the counter in the bathroom attached to the master bedroom, hot steam filling the air as Sylus turns the shower on. He steps out of the room into his bedroom, and returns with a large maroon teeshirt of his and a pair of boxer briefs. Setting the clothes on the counter, he carefully undressed you, before helping you into the shower.

15 minutes of wallowing under the fiery hot water, scrubbing the grime off of your body, you step out of the shower to find Sylus waiting with a warm black towel. The fabric had to have been ridiculously expensive, but he treated you like his most prized possession. With cautious touch, he set angles and dries your hair with a second fluffy towel, before letting you dress in his clothes.

His comforting scent-something amidst citrus and mahogany envelopes your sense, providing a rush of comfort to your weary mind. Crawling onto the pristine red comforter of his bed, you watch as the tall man approaches his dresser, removes his perfectly tailored dress shirt, belt and dark grey slacks. Then he slips into something much more comfortable: a black tank top and loose red shorts, providing a glimpse of his bulging pectorals.

Sylus briefly leaves his bedroom, before returning with a large glass of water in his hand, all for you. You mumble a soft thanks and greedily suck down the liquid, relief filling you as it quenches your thirst. Onychinus’s leader pulls back the red comforter, revealing black silk sheets and sits back against the headboard, only to pull your soft body into his arms. You let out a squeak, but not in protest.

The warm embrace of sleep begins to take root as Sylus brushes soft kisses to your cheeks, neck and shoulders, massaging gentle circles into your hips with his thumbs.

“Feel any better?” He asks softly, tilting your chin up to look him in the eye.

“Mhm.” You nod, before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me..”

“You don’t have to thank me for the care you deserve. Not ever.” He gently runs his fingers through your hair, lulling you into a sleepy haze.

“You know I love you, right?” Sylus asks, his voice low, pulling the downy blanket over you.

“I know.” You reply, before burying your face into his neck. “I love you too.”

[asterinthesiren]

THEORIES and THOUGHTS: AGATHA

This is the second part of my theories post, the first being about Billy! Again, this is going to be a three parter, because literally I have too many thoughts to contain in one post (I mean I can but that'll be entirely too long for y'all to read lmao)

Part 1 Billy | Part 2 Agatha | Part 3 Trial and Next Ep

Of course as always special mention to @justmonty because without her none of these theories would have been cooked at all! Hi queen ily

Alright HERE WE GO!

Next is our beloved problematic fave, middle-aged lesbian, Agatha Harkness. She is still shrouded in a lot of mystery, but the latest episode revealed a LOT about her.

So what we've learned is that Evanora Harkness is a bitch who never loved Agatha in the first place, the trial in the 1600s was way more layered than we thought, and that Nicky was at least 3 years old (remember the Ouija board instructions? ages 3 and up)(although that could also be a mention for the maiden, mother, crone thing, but it could be both! I digress)

Agatha cannot control her absorption magic, that is a fact. She begged Evanora to teach her how to control it, but she outright refused. And that's what she said in the trial too: "I cannot control it! If only you would teach me!" (Post here and amazing ass edit here). So we can conclude that this has been her struggle from the get-go. NOW, I POSIT:

WHAT IF the reason her mother hated her so much was because even in the womb she couldn't control her magic? What if instead of that power being her magic, it was a curse: to suck the power/life out of everyone who dares harm her? THEREFORE, knowing that Evanora was abusive from the start, what if Agatha's magic responded naturally to the abuse and started hurting whoever it was that tried to harm her--which in this case, is Evanora. Then, it was never a thirst for power; it was a curse.

Knowing Agatha, who internalizes so much trauma, what if the reason why she's so "evil" is because of her distorted thinking: "You think of me as a monster? Fine, I'll be one." Her love affair with Rio now fits the puzzle perfectly because Rio is the only one who can withstand that curse. This post sums it up perfectly: “Agatha is a soul who was meant to live but who everyone wanted dead - how could Death not fall in love with her?”

MORE THAN THAT, Death is so much like Agatha in this sense:

(thanks to @justmonty for sending me this!)

So knowing all this, that Agatha can't control her absorption magic...

What if that's how Nicky died?

Nicky, the young baby witch, still learning how to handle his magic, blasts Agatha with a small bit of his magic as she's trying to teach him...

And Agatha, fully knowing the consequences, but can't control herself otherwise (nor know how to give back the magic she absorbed)...

The rest is history.

AND THAT, my friends, is why Agatha was so hell-bent on finding the Darkhold, which from what we know of it so far, has resurrection spells. Beyond that, what if she wanted to try and break her curse, or learn how to control it, through the Darkhold?

Imagine: she had never once delved into dark magic ever, has already begged the most knowledgeable witch she knew to teach her how to control her magic, but not only does she get shunned by her, she gets shunned by her entire community and nearly gets executed from it. At this point, she accepts her fate: "If you think me evil, then let me be fucking evil."

Then she finally finds something to love and to live for--only for him to die at her hands through a curse that she has no control over.

AND THEN, she hears about the Darkhold. A sliver of hope against the bleakness of her existence--and still, it ended up turning her even more insane and cursed. Now, because of a witch who could have definitely helped her get her son back, all of her power and sense of self is gone.

Now here's a theory: what if Evanora got r*ped by a demon, and their offspring is Agatha?

I'm not saying Agatha is Mephisto's daughter, I'm just pointing out (with the help of @justmonty) that it would make a lot of sense why Evanora hated her so much. AND, going back to my first post about color theory, Agatha's magic colors would now make more sense: Evanora had blue magic, and let's say that whichever demon is her father had red magic.

What do red and blue make? PURPLE.

I rest my case.

[who-can-touch-my-boob]

<- love and deepspace masterlist

Sylus simp posts

Me thirsting:

• me rant Sylus tongue bark

• Sylus tongue gif

• istg Sylus in the new feral banner—

• Sylus has me wrapped around his finger

Me being funny:

• the birthday cake and outfit I have for him

• mom says we have Sylus at home

• Sylus content added!! (satire)

• me watching Night of Secrecy (Sylus card)

• watching Sylus on my iPad

Fanarts:

• dragon!sylus x sorceress!mc

• video of me sketching Sylus

• I drew Sylus as a chibi

• Sylus with long vs short hair

In-game videos, snapshots & interactions:

• HIS BIRTHDAY OMG

• Official chibi Sylus comics

• Official posts of Sylus

• partners in crime // photoshoot ft. Guess

• photoshoot with Sylus blue flowers

• appreciating Infold’s eye for details(Sylus innocent birdcage vs night plume)

• Affinity lvl 100 with Sylus photo shoot

• Sylus photos uwu

• Sylus busted my perverted ass (text msg)

• photobomb innocent birdcage

• Sylus vs cabinet ft. Me blowing his boo-boo

• NEW BANNER SYLUS Night of secrecy

• I GOT THE SYLUS NEW CARD

• I got Sylus myth card!!! Dragon myth

• tomorrows catch 22 haul before spending money

Illusio:

• nightplume illusio

• Illusio Dragon!Sylus x Sorceress!MC Night of secrecy

• Illusio Dragon!Sylus x Sorceress!MC Tomorrows catch 22

Theories, headcanons, story related etc:

• my friend’s prediction for future Sylus stellactrum

• the dragon’s curse isn’t real

• sylus x mc myth reference in event chapter

• Sylus teaching Mephisto headcanon

• spoilers: Sylus myth ending

• dragon!Sylus character and lore description needed (ft. sad facts about baby Sylus)

• Sylus’ personality and me tapping his rear

[cinnabun-faerie]

Obey Me! Side Characters: They see your fangs for the first time

A/N: Day two of Frightfest! I'm a little unsure about Mephisto, Raphael and Thirteen, but I wrote them how I think they would react

Warning: Mention of blood, cause vampire

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Luke, Thirteen, Raphael, Mephisto

Frightfest Masterlist

he happily asks to see your fangs

he is so excited when you show him

"Oh what sharp fangs you have!"

asks if they're real even though he's sure that they are

but there was always a chance that they were fake, especially since Leviathan was good at getting convincing costumes and prosthetics

He would ask if he could touch them

if he bleeds, he will only chuckle and tell you not to worry

it was his honor after all to be bitten by you

would offer his blood to you whenever you need it

He knew about your fangs

of course, he did

oops!

looks like he was careless and now he's bleeding from touching them

oh, what to do?

he is very aware that you are practically hypnotized by the smell of his blood

and now he is holding your face to get you to open your mouth

when he sees your fangs, he smiles

"I'd hate for your pretty fangs to get dirty, but you thirst for my blood don't you? Then drink, my dear. But once you have a taste of my blood, you cannot drink from another."

When he sees your fangs, it's when you let out a big yawn

he couldn't deny how cute you looked

and the fangs just added to it

"How long have you been a vampire, Y/N?"

"Practically my whole existence."

He might even willingly offer his blood to you, should you need to drink

He asked to see them so you oblige

but he's a bit clumsy and accidentally pricks his finger on your sharp fang

when you taste him and go for more without thinking, he shoves a devildom-blood-flavored-Capri Sun in your face

"Humans are friends, not food."

"Sometimes friends taste friends."

"Are those real?"

When you tell him, he starts freaking out a little but

you're not going to bite him, right?

No? Good.

Don't even think about biting Simeon either!

What he doesn't have to know is that you already drink from a willing Simeon

"You have fangs? Sick!"

You were interesting before, but now you're even more interesting

she suggests that you drain all of Solomon's blood

but she doesn't know you already drink from him

at least then maybe she might be closer to getting his soul

Honestly, he probably didn't notice at all, he just goes about his day

you just look like you

nothing out of the ordinary

you would have to actually show him your fangs for him to really notice

"Oh, you're a vampire? I didn't know there were any in the Devildom."

He would ask how a previous human like yourself ended up this way

"Don't even come near me with those!"

he doesn't like your fangs at all

especially if they're going to pierce into his skin

Threatens to go to Diavolo if you try to bite him

he can't shut up about how bad he probably tastes

but is offended when you say you'll go bite Diavolo or Lucifer instead and backtracks

He insists that his blood tastes better than Lucifer's

[rei-ismyname]

Sooo, Cyclops (X-Men #3, From The Ashes) was not exaggerating when he said Ilyana/Magik is 'half demon on a good day.'

After all, she was kidnapped to hell/Limbo as a child and ended up running the place. Some recent examples, like what comes of running into a Chaos Godhead staff and some other magic stuff in the wild. You know, just going about her business being a hero and getting sidetracked...

Hehe, psychic nosebleed from being nearby but Magik is okay.

Better than okay even.

Go girl! Those horns are fire, the new speech font slaps and the sense of drama immaculate. Pervert those laws of nature!

Zombie Queen of New Genosha has a nice ring to it.

The uh, slavery is a little problematic. Good thing it was temporary. The Scarlet Witch shouldn't be leaving spells and hectic artifacts around. She doesn't need Angel mansplaining anything to her, that's for sure.

HAHAHA! 'A little moment.' Shut up Beast, she regrets nothing, including the Nightcrawler thirst. Why you bringing that shame around here? (Empyre: X-Men #3-4)

So in Dead X-Men #1, the squad is looking through timelines for a Moira (it's a long story.) Their first try they end up in a timeline where Magik ascended to Lord of All Hells and razed the planet. I can't even begin to speculate how this came about. There is no lord of all hells - there's a bunch of them, and they're very powerful. Mephisto, Nightmare etc. It says a lot that she supplanted them and noone on Earth could stop her. Her very close friends are like 'GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE' and she killed everyone on Earth.

Good for her! I support women's wrongs fully. But yeah, Magik is not someone you want to fuck with.

'Who dares trespass in my realm?' is a banger for when a housemate/family member comes into your room. Try it out!

[another-lost-mc]

MEPHISTOPHELES masterlist

➤ Fics

Discipline (gn!reader, nsfw) cw: obsessed!reader, stalking/invasion of privacy, degradation, suggestive comments/content

Feel the Heat: Newspaper Club Edition (afab!reader, nsfw) cw: heat dynamics, sexting, degradation, demon form mentioned, rough sex, frenemies to lovers/first time

Give me time, I'll change your mind (gn!reader, nsfw) cw: degradation/slut-shaming

The Prince's Gift (gn!reader, nsfw) cw: vampire!au, dark content. sequel to Twisted Hospitality.

➤ Poly & Multi-Pairing fics

...tbd...

➤ Short Fics/Thirsts

Unexpected Gifts

"Feeling a little needy today?" (gn!reader, nsfw)

"Where did you learn that?" (gn!reader, nsfw)

Adopting a pet with Mephisto

Arguing with Mephisto

Insults as foreplay

Disposing of RAD's gossip girl

➤ SFW Headcanons

Snacks with Thirteen and Mephisto

When MC is scared of snakes

Shadow-walking with MC

When MC is a professional F1 driver

Pokemon AU Headcanons: The Devildom Region

Sunday Routines with MC

➤ NSFW Headcanons

When MC needs a little TLC (gn! + afab!reader)

When MC is quiet in bed (gn!reader)

When MC sends them audio porn (gn!reader)

Where they bite MC (as vampires) (gn!reader)

Random Mephisto headcanons (gn!reader) Part I | Part II

Relationships before MC (gn!reader)

➤ Return to the Obey Me! masterlist

[pickleepunks]

Thinking alot about pride demons, and I think the reason Mephisto is such a plain looking one (compared to his peers) is probably because he cares more about his experiments and his thirst for knowledge rather than traditional beauty standards. That said he is still prideful in a different way.

Also he is two demons sharing one body lol.

[linkons-most-wanted]

Dark-Winged Destiny

Mephisto's Origin Story

A broken creature's yearning for revenge calls the master of desire.

A taste for blood tempts a deal with the damned.

Shortly after Sylus's arrival to the N109 Zone, its new ruler gains a valuable ally. The tiny creature with a thirst for revenge reminds him of someone.

Part 1: Dark-Winged Destiny

Part 2: Corvid Corruption

This story stands alone and is part of a larger Sylus PoV work, Cosmic Interlude.

[koolades-world]

hello my beautiful beautiful followers

i have a confession to make. there will be no post today because i accidently uhm

spent the past four hours thirsting over om characters...

long story short i have easily hundreds of pictures of barbatos, thirteen and mephisto on my phone now. i hope you'll all forgive me haha

[gakucchis]

also a little sketch of how i imagined faust's mephisto back in 2019 :3 honestly he does remind me a little of obey me's design, and their personalities also have some aspects that are similar!

note: faust is a drama written by goethe where mephisto is a leading character in; it’s also widely regarded as germany's most important piece of literature & germany's national drama! i’m a little confused because i always thought mephisto was a character created by goethe, but the real story/myth that faust is based on apparently also had mephisto in it..

in reality, he’s often portrayed as an ugly devil, even symbolizing it in the second part during a masked play, as well as his name and character literally being related to rodents, parasites, etc., but i was 17 and in a situationship and needed a fictional man to thirst over.. so i designed him like this

obviously my later headcanon designs for obey me when mephisto was just a mentioned character are derived from my initial design, and i even had a headcanon that interlinks faust's mephisto & obey me's mephisto.. if you wanna look at old old designs, they’re in my pinned :') i always write too much wth

i was so attached to my headcanon, i had trouble liking the actual mephisto for a while, but i love him a lot now ♡ though i often think back to my version's mephisto and miss him a lil :)

[devildom-moss]

January post poll

So, to start the year, I'm switching it up. This poll was originally created in a document called the depravity scale, if that gives you any hints about what to expect. Basically, I ranked all of the current smut ideas I have based on how depraved or out there I think they are.

1 - the most vanilla

10 - the most depraved on the list

I'll elaborate more under the cut after the poll since I can only provide so many details in the actual poll - that way no one has to read through the more detailed depraved summaries if they just want to vote for something relatively vanilla. (Sorry it's so Mephisto and Barbs heavy. You get it right?)

Beelzebub x MC: The unnecessarily sensual image of Beelzebub eating a mango leads to MC pouncing on him.

Diavolo x MC: Implied!caught by Barbatos while giving Diavolo a blowjob under his desk (with a little extra spice by having to be quiet while holding him in your mouth).

Simeon x MC: MC has feelings (romantic and sexual) for someone (I don’t know, probably Lucifer, Raphael, or Michael), but they don’t reciprocate. Simeon offers to be a substitute and does everything MC imagines their crush doing to them.

Barbatos x Mephisto: Barbatos keeps Mephisto “entertained” while Diavolo finishes his paperwork; light brat-taming vibes.

Barbatos x Mephisto x MC: Barbatos catches Mephisto and MC getting hot and heavy on RAD premises and decides that a punishment is in order.

Diavolo x Barbatos x MC: Diavolo and Barbatos let MC loose in the labyrinth under the castle and give them a head start before they go on the hunt to find them; primal play, interrupted solo with Barbs; double penetration; Diavolo and Barbatos have a "sharing is caring, but they’re still mine" mentality about MC.

Mephisto x MC: Mephisto’s performance pt. 2 (still messed up, but a little less sad maybe?, more religious undertones, more plot). MC gets the chance to use Mephisto like he used them - and Mephisto basically has a sex dungeon?

Barbatos x MC: Messed up Barbatos as Nightbringer AU where Barbatos gets MC to go back in time before he sterilized himself so he can breed MC and fill them with his eggs.

Solomon x MC: Solomon fixes MC’s sudden, mysterious unquenchable thirst (lust), pretty messed up, amab!MC (may write an alternate afab!MC with a magical sex swap/dick growth thing going on), magic as a form of drugging; overstimulation; Solomon being a fucker in more ways than one; dubcon because the drugging makes MC horny - may have hints of non-con.

The Demon Lord x MC / Mephisto x MC: Yes, MC fucks Diavolo's dad (while being involved with Diavolo - bonus cheating); MC gets targets by a group against Diavolo because of their relationship with Diavolo; the group uses mind control to force MC to visit the Demon Lord and ride him while in his sleeping state; Mephisto finds out too late to stop it but just in time to find MC sobbing on the ground; Mephi provides (sexual) aftercare - which involves him eating the Demon Lord’s cum out of MC. Seriously. This one is messed up on multiple levels (you've been warned).

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Y'ALL.

OMG, Y'ALL.

I was brainstorming around as always for Aranea, and I was actually looking for some pictures for her, because I needed to prepare a small inspiration moodboard for myself, so that I can fix some ideas that popped in my mind last night for the whole VtM!AU crossover that is ongoing.

AND Y'ALL.

THIS *HANDSOME HANDSOME* MAN POPPED UP ON MY DASH.

AND I WAS LIKE

FUCKING HELL.

THAT'S HALIM.

THAT'S ARANEA'S HUSBAND RIGHT THERE.

THAT'S HIM.

Like, seriously, I was SO STARSTRUCK for a moment, that I couldn't believe my eyes.

(and honestly, now I can see WHY Aranea would be so set to avenge him, and why Mephisto, despite Halim having died almost 200 years prior, is still jealous of his memories 👀👀👀).

So I truly HAD to share this with you all this finding (and FC that now I have for Halim) because fml, while I always speak at length about Aranea and Mephisto's relationship, Aranea's marriage with Halim was the true catalyst to all that would follow later in her life (and the way the relationship was so different fromt the one she had with Mephistopheles, because Aranea's heart was not tainted by pain and wrath and thirst for revenge, so her marriage to Halim was softer and lighter in tone, compared to how visceral her relationship with Mephisto is).

(and I need to check this TV series, because it's based on Boccaccio's Decameron, so inner Italian Literature nerd NEEDS to check it.)

--Nemo