#naberius narnia

[demonking-propaganda]

About chapters 365-366

I just find it so, so, so interesting to see another member of the Amy family, especially in this context!!! It gives us some insight into the wider relationships between families in the Netherworld.

I find it particularly fitting that the Naberius and the Amy families are allies. While at first I was surprised to see another Amy demon, it actually makes so much sense that they are both in the "demonazi" faction represented by Naberius Narnia.

1. Both families are affluent, distinguished, and feared by others. This clearly makes them favorable towards the status quo: the powerful on top, the "weak" on the bottom.

2. Related to the point above, both families have a role in the current functioning of the Netherworld, and specifically they have the role of protectors. The Amy Clan because of their Barrier bloodline ability, and the Naberius Clan because they're guard dogs. Not only any major change would be an existential threat to their families, but "protection" (as in being conservative) is literally their job.

3. Both clans are known for being gifted in terms of magic. While this is a natural characteristic based on mostly luck (and maybe eugenics via marriage, but this is my speculation), they treat it as something that makes them better than other families, and deserving of their social standing.

4. They force this vision of the world into their children, and have high expectations for them, to the point of being violent if they do not conform and/or causing suffering to them in the process of confirming that they are worthy.

And I find it so interesting to then think about the reaction of their younger members. Kiriwo, having been rejected, rejected in turn the Amy Clan's hierarchical ideals and became an active anarchist (a chaotic evil one, but still an anarchist). Kalego seemed to accept the status quo, but as we saw in chapter 319, his priority is now Babyls, not his family, so he's ready to clash with them. I honestly had never thought of those two as somewhat parallels before...

I'm so hyped about the next chapters!!!

[theworstfangirl]

I love that Narnia not only realises how many powerful, influential people Iruma has on his side, but calls out that Mephisto becoming wrapped around Iruma's finger too is a very real, very threatening, possibility. Seeing how our protagonists are viewed from the outside is always so good.

Demons calling Iruma a "monster" and being wary of him though... it hits different.

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Chapter 367 Spoilers

...... HOT DAMN.

Would it be weird if I said that seeing Mephisto doing this to the Demon Border Patrol and being all serious while doing it was kinda hot?? Like gosh dang >////<

And Narnia telling Azami that?? Oh man, I wonder how this will all turn out in the end of this arc.

[nonbinarypirat]

What do you think about all this mess in chapter 365? The existence of hierarchy in the society of demons was not something new, but for me it was somewhere in the background, that is, we know that demons have a ranks system but there were social elevators in it. I am asking you because I am a fan of your analysis of the mairuma universe and I am sincerely interested in hearing your opinion.

Good question!! I actually LOVE the direction the story took for the Scala test because it felt like it was going a little too well ya know? I was excited when they turned to farming because as soon as we learned about the carrots I was like, oh they should start a farm that’s the next idea. But I was like, hmm it feels too easy now doesn’t it. And then BAM fascist. But anyway, this is a great question to talk about since I previously made a post about how one of the overarching theme in the story is fascism and fighting against it through education.

The reason why I love this direction for the story is that up until now, all of the subtle hints towards more seediness and corruption has been in the background. It makes sense narratively speaking that we wouldn’t get hit with it too strongly because we like the main character are slowly learning about the world. Iruma is growing up in a relatively safe environment with him mostly being at his house, school, or a safe area like the shopping district (with some obvious exceptions to this). Iruma, having grown up in the human world, has no reason to assume or believe that there is serious systematic problems going on. Instead, he is slowly becoming exposed to this as he gets older and out into more situations where he can no longer not see it.

The signs have all been there from the start with the ranking system being the first exposure. Especially with the introduction of Kirio. The simple fact that you can get better meals if you are a higher rank in a school lunch speaks volumes to how low ranked demons are treated. Especially since we later see this stays true outside of school with Ameri and Iruma going to a segregated high rank only restaurant. And we see instances of bullying/intolerance when it comes to how students treat each other. The notable moments I remember is how the Azz fan girls treated Iruma at first when they thought he was a low rank compared to when they learned he had a higher one than they originally thought. Or the student’s comments to Kirio since he was a low rank. Or how the girls at the party treated the low rank demon girl.

We also have had the vile police system introduced to us during the Walter Park incident and when we first learned about Narnia. Prisons and the whole system is already fucked up and corrupt in the human world but it’s definitely worse in the demon world. The fact that the prisoners have to constantly give their mana up to the park not to mention the fact that it’s located underneath the park to begin with always felt gross to me. And when we first learn about Narnia, the cards start to come together. Narnia is said to treat any injustice, anything at all, on the same level. And he is shown to be cruel and ruthless in the face of what he considers crime. So if you committed tax fraud, you would probably be considered on the same level of a murderer and treated just the same. How are those even on the same level? But Narnia doesn’t care, he sees it as an opportunity to “maintain order” within the netherworld and uses that as justification for his actions. In the end, he doesn’t care about the demons he’s supposed to protect, rather he cares more about maintaining the strict hierarchy.

Add to that the fascist organization we have in the story that wants to control the netherworld to reshape it into their image. The introduction of Baal and learning about the organization kind of kicked started where the story will lead into. This has always been a story of fighting off bigotry and oppression, but it’s very subtly disguised behind what seems like a typical villain takeover plot. Because it’s subtle, we as the audience only start noticing when the themes become prevalent with the evidence stacking up higher and higher. And with the introduction of Azami, we can no longer not see what the story is trying to convey to the audience.

It’s crafted in a way to keep you unaware until we see Narnia being a full on fascist with his fascist cop buddy Azami. And the reason why it’s so effective is because the themes have always been there, just in the background. If we had all of a sudden had Azami or Narnia doing his little “maintaining order” speech without the small build up, it wouldn’t have fully hit as hard. But now that we have the Many-Ears race, a race literally known for being suppressed and subservient to higher ranks, we now see the cards fall into place. Some people wondered if the Many-Ears have done this to themselves, suppressing themselves when there was no need. But now it’s become clear that no matter how the Many-Ears came to live in this way, it’s clear that it’s not an issue of them doing this to themselves. Not fully at least. They are being used by those in power to keep them submissive to those they benefit the most. And the Many-Ears, believing they have no way of changing the system of powers, internalized and conformed to this idea as well. Being trapped in this mindset benefits the majority rule and keeps the “balance” in order. However, now they can see a better way for themselves. Now, they truly believe they have value and worth outside of being a worker for a strong ranked demon. Thus toppling over the hierarchy established.

Fascism feeds on a strict hierarchy where everyone knows their place. One cannot have fascism without it being built off the backs of those oppressed. And Narnia, being a fascist prick, has one dangerous weapon: power. He is a high rank, works within the demon border patrol, and now has become a 13 crown, one of the most powerful positions in all of the netherworld. He is almost untouchable at this current moment unless you are a fellow 13 crown (and we still don’t know how possible infighting works). The Many-Ears have no way of stopping someone like this and are basically forced to either fall into line or become seriously hurt. And even if they do fall into line, there’s no saying Azami won’t hurt them anyway. That’s the thing with cops, they can decide what goes with very little consequences (can you tell my feelings on cops?). Narnia knows, he uses this as a tool for oppression. If he has leverage, he will use it without a second thought to further his mission of control.

But here’s where education falls into the equation. The Many-Ears are no longer among the uneducated. Before, the oppressive power used their lack of knowledge to support the hierarchy. How will it work out for them if they no longer as unaware as they previously were? Once knowledge is spread, it’s hard to put a lid on it. You can’t go into their brains and erase what they know to be true. And now they are no longer fighting alone. This isn’t an us verse them battle. Fascism wants you to believe you are alone. It wants you to believe you are powerless. It wants you to believe that you are the only one that wants change. Why? Because there’s power in people, in community. No matter what happens in the next few chapters, they have people that care and want to see change too. And luckily for the Many-Ears, they have powerful allies too. One person alone can make change but a community of people can make an even greater change. And that is the reason why I love this story so much 🫶🏽

Sorry for how long this post was, I just saw this question and I’ve been dying to talk about this since the chapter dropped because I LOVE the themes of this story so much. And I love the anti cop mentality of both the main line story and the mafia story 🤭

[luxthestrange]

WTDSIK Incorrect Quotes#38 Respect your in-laws

Kalego: I hate being touched, The last time I touched another demon was when I was 14, It was during hand-to-hand combat

Narnia: Your Boyfriend and those...things*Looking at Kalego being held in an arm throne and you and Baby Iruma on Kalego's lap* are literally hugging you right now

Kalego:...This means nothing

[in-kaeya-we-thrust]

Just when things are finally getting better, Narnia really had to step up and ruin it.

+ new character introduced. Enemy or ally? Who knows...

[fujigoso]

posting this here too coz the fandom’s pretty active on tumblr (iirc)

posting on tumblr scares me bcoz it feels like i’ll get burnt at the stake if i post something ooc 💔

[rathelmet]

Narnia: Kalego, stay away from that thing. It's dangerous.

That thing:

(He is dangerous).

[naehja]

Damn Kalego is just a first year here and yet he's so serious, and probably already powerful. Cerberus has only one head, not three like when he's adult.

But its also sad, he's just a kid and he's not here just for have a education or friends or relations. He's here to learn his futur job.

It could imply that if Babyls is in danger, his uncle could be as much triggered than him. (hope that he wouldn't let Kalego fight and would fight at his place)

Funny the wolf here looks more like the mythical Fenrir would look like than like Cerberus. But again the two are different.

Fenrir is born to kill Odin. He killed Odin during Ragnarok.

Cerberus is the guardian of the world of deaths in Ancien Greece. He's not evil. He stops alive people to enter and dead people to go out. He has a job and does it seriously.

Does it mean that Narnia (who took the name Fenrir during the deviculum) will kill someone important? Hummm

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

My friend just sent me this and I was like... how dare you.

So now I'm putting it in your heads.

[incorrect-mairuma]

Narnia: One of your kids broke into my house and stole my shit!

Baal: Okay, tell me which one of the Six Fingers it was so I know whose allowance to raise.

[bigenderkalego]

Hi hello at some point recently I was re-reading the heartbreaker arc and. noticed something.

So, during Jazz and Marbas’s section, we get a fun little explanation:

[IDs in alt for images]

Great, cool, some fascinating stuff! I really do like the thought put into demon biology, it’s probably worth its own whole post, but for now let’s focus on how incredibly important and, more notably, sensitive the wings are. Obviously Marbas is more explaining the effects of intense torture or a severe wound — characters have had their wings injured and only been unable to fly for a day or so as far as we hear, no horrible nervous shutdown, so clearly it’s possible for different injuries to cause different levels of reaction based on location or type of damage.

Also, conveniently, we already have a character with damaged wing roots!

There’s plenty of ambiguity with the scars and whether they are a physical injury or more of a metaphorical marking left from the bloodline curse, but either way it says something pretty big that his nervous system is basically directly scarred. Which made me think, after going back to look at Kalego’s scar, hey didn’t we see Narnia’s too?

Oooooh that’s probably bad!

[janicemarieaudio]

Dream Dub Fan Cast for Narnia Naberius:

Keith Silverstein.

Like, you can’t listen to D.C. Douglas voice Kalego in the English dub of Iruma-kun and NOT IMAGINE KEITH AS NARNIA!!! Like they definitely sound like they can be related, LISTEN TO THIS:

PLEASE TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION

[meabh-mcinness]

Dream of You (Naberius Narnia x GN!Reader) Commission

Summary: Raised to distrust and despise humans, Narnia's heart hardens against the inherent danger they represent. Yet, as he observes your quiet confidence, your kindness, and the respect you command among the demons of Babyls, he finds himself captivated. Your presence brings light to the shadows, challenging everything he has been taught about humans.

Amidst the whispering trees of the Babyls school forest, where shadows danced with the playful light filtering through the canopy, Narnia prowled with silent intensity. His dark hair and clothes blending seamlessly with the dappled shadows, eyes gleaming with a predator's keen awareness.

From his concealed vantage point, Narnia watched as you, a young —human— woman with hair like spun silk and eyes that sparkled like stars, moved gracefully across the courtyard. Carrying yourself with a quiet confidence, steps soft against the courtyard floor, unaware of the curious eyes tracking your every movement.

Narnia's father had warned him time and again of the dangers posed by humans—their deceit, their ambition, their relentless pursuit of power, all things a demon should encompass, wrapped in a tiny fragile human body. As a child he couldn’t understand how he was supposed to hate a creature that embodied the very traits that his patriarch tried to make him live up to.

Were his ancestor’s jealous of them? That these delicate creatures were better at being a demon then demon themselves were, despite the human’s inherent weakness that led them to being easy food? Or perhaps they had tasted so good they had unintentionally nearly drove the Netherworld to utter madness as they fought over who could eat the supple human flesh. Tales of ancient conflicts echoed in his mind, reinforcing the instinctive distrust bred into him.

As he grew older, he started to encompass his father’s hatred of humans.

Yet, as Narnia observed you, a strange sensation stirred within him. It was a fluttering in his chest, a constriction of lungs, a heat traveling throughout his veins, feelings both unfamiliar and unsettling. Much like the night when he met you at the Deviculum, he couldn't tear his gaze away from you, even as his logical mind protested.

"Humans are the enemy," Narnia muttered to himself, his voice a low growl that only the trees could hear. "They all deserve to die for daring to taint the Netherworld with their presence."

But your laughter, carried by the wind, reached his ears like a haunting melody. It was a sound of pure joy, untainted by the darkness that Narnia associated with humans. He found himself captivated by your spirit, by the way you seemed to bring light to the shadows around you. Your carefree nature allowing you to feel nothing but happiness, even as you were surrounded by literally hundreds of predators of your kind.

Sharp eyes trailed after you, watching every move carefully as you helped your students with the lesson being held outdoors. Despite your innate care and benevolent nature, it was obvious that it provided you strength rather than a weakness like he had been taught it would be.

            Every demon knew that large amounts of kindness was a weakness that only led to being used and eventually killed for one reason or another, but to you, and that Iruma kid, it seemed to be empowering rather than an infirmity. Collecting demon after demon around you, earning their respect and protections rather than their wrath that was commonly seen amongst each other should a demon displayed the same traits.

            From the weakest Aleph fledgeling to some of the highest-ranking crowns – you had demons willing to protect and even potentially die for you. A boon that not even many demon kings could claim.

Later that night, Narnia found himself haunted by visions of your radiant smile and the genuine kindness you displayed towards the students and fellow co-workers of Babyls. His dreams were tangled with conflicting images—tales of human destroying – tainting- the Netherworld with their presence, intermingled with your compassionate gestures, working to strengthen and better every demon you came across.

The next day he once more took up his place among the trees for what now was an almost daily routine for him, he waited for you to appear for your walk across the courtyard to the clearing that you had practically claimed as your own for your class time. Only today was different, — not only was your class doubled its usual size, but you weren’t alone. This time it appeared you and his brother had a joint class today. While irksome that Kalego got to be closer to you than him, it would have been fine since they were co-workers after all. It was expected for you and other teachers to work together on occasion, especially since there were a lot of classes that could overlap in their subjects.

Yes, this would have all been fine – if you hadn’t come out with your hand resting carefully on Kalego’s arm as he escorted you across the courtyard to your waiting students. Judging how none of the students were surprised this was not a new thing to have developed, you two must have exchanged romantic gestures for a while, and he had no idea how he had missed it.

His teeth grounded together, eyes narrowing as his lips pulled back into a snarl. Fangs flashing in a territorial display as he contemplated this new development. Logically it was entirely possible that as a supposed child of Sullivan, Kalego was simply offering proper etiquette to a demoness of higher standing than him. Ranked or not, Sullivan was the closest thing they had to a demon king at the moment, and your position as his descendant left you as essentially a princess, demonic royalty in the eyes of those who didn’t know your true background. Considering both your and your son’s achievements since you’ve been revealed to the world has now left many demons wondering if you were hiding your rank from the world for whatever reason and were far more powerful than even the average demon, much less a no ranker.

After all, Bablys had a strict rule of only demons ranked Vav and up could be hired as a teacher, and even family members were not exempted from this rule.

Well, most family members at least.

You were a clear exception to this rule, and Narnia couldn’t help but grudgingly think it a clever idea to hide you there. With everyone assuming you were at least rank Vav, and probably even higher since your father was ranked Tet and your son already ranked He and just entering his second year, it was not a far stretch to assume you were also a high ranker. Making other demons think twice before attacking you, since it most likely meant you could beat them in a fight. Whether or not you actually could was up for debate.

Though considering you taught a magicless defence class, making sure each fledgeling under your care could safely defend themselves, even under the case of having run out of their magic reserves, it was safely assumed that you might actually be able to beat the average demon, especially as you threw around fledgelings that were three times your size like they were nothing.

To be fair, he wasn’t aware that technically, to a human, demons did weigh practically nothing. A combination of bones with holes in the marrow, much like a human world bird, with a lighter gravity force and aided by inherent magic, that was as subconscious as breathing, made their bodies light enough to be able to fly but still containing their natural strength. If a demon crossed over to earth unprepared, they likely would have ended up flattened by the unexpected gravitational pole that your world exhibited compared to their own.

A fact that you consistently used to your advantage, much to yours, and Opera’s, amusement. The first time you had fought Opera as practice had left everyone startled when you had grabbed their arm as they reached to grab you, turned and ducked underneath before using the force of turning with Opera’s unbalanced position to whip them across the yard. They had of course landed on their feet, but your ability to do even that much to them had left everyone wide eyed, Sullivan and Iruma’s jaws slacked as they glanced back and forth between the two of you.

Unfortunately, you quickly regretted having done so. Opera had a feral gleam to their eyes and what almost amounted to a smile from them, the next time you had met up for your lessons. You only had a second to register the shiver of fear that ran down your spine before beginning the most brutal teachings you had ever received. A shudder still ran through your body every time you thought of it.

On the plus side—at least you could take on a fair few number of demons barehanded, even if you weren’t certain the absolute hell you went through for the skills was worth it. 

            Narnia would disagree had he known. The idea of a partner who could potentially take on Sullivan’s security devil of all demons, was definitely someone to behold.

            As it was, he had no idea of such things, nor did he even care at the moment.  For right now every nerve in his body was alight in a fiery heat at someone, even his little brother, daring to touch you in such a familial way. His wings had popped out and taken flight before he had even registered what was happening.

            One second, he was in the surrounding woods, the next he had passed through the forest edge, wings beating powerfully until he had joined the others in the courtyard below. He wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Cerberion already summoned, three large heads snarling furiously in his direction. Electrical sparks flashing at random intervals as the dog crouched protectively over you and in front of the students.

Narnia touched down a few meters away from Kalego and Cerberion, a cold smirk on his face as he regarded his younger brother and guardian dog. "Hello, little brother," a touch more fang protruding in his smile than was strictly intended. How much this little human causes him to lose control of such things that he had mastered for years. He hadn't failed to fully commit to the role of the prim and proper Naberius since he was a young fledgling.        

“Kalego-kun,” your voice softly called out from behind his little brother, slicing through the tension built between them like a hot knife through wax, as one of your hands rested softly on his shoulder. You peaked out from behind him, no longer standing under the protection of Cerberion—even if one head was stubbornly following you as well, ready to whip you out of trouble at a moments notice.

Narnia’s eyes widened slightly in panic at registering that he was seeing you up close once more, a light flush covering his nose and spreading out to his cheeks as your scent surrounded him for the first time since the Deviculum.

It was as if every piece of you was designed to lure him in, from the light sweet, but unknown, floral scent that wafted off you — a plant from your native world perhaps? — to the way your eyes glittered up at him in complete trust despite Narnia obviously being a dangerous predator built to kill your kind and oh so very differently than the way that had burned into his Fenrir cosplay, ready to tear him into shreds for daring to even imply harm to your child.

All because you trusted his relations to little Kalego -- who was now currently lifting an eyebrow at him in confusion, having never seen his older brother in such a state before. Narnia quietly cleared his throat and stood up straighter, trying desperately to uphold his untouchable reputation. Narnia’s hands slowly clenched into fists. Seeing your delicate hand resting so casually on Kalego’s shoulder incensed him more than he cared to admit. He wanted it to be his shoulder your hand was on. Narnia fought the animalistic snarl of possessiveness that wanted to roar out of him in a display that would have done Cerberion proud.

This female...this human female was turning him into a primal beast. One ruled by instinct and emotion, a demon that would let out a swipe out at every living that and sent prey trembling. His blood was hot and his skin was tingling, briefly his mind wondered if this was how demons who returned to origin felt. On one hand he wanted to know how they could stand it, but on the other he couldn’t help but revel in it.

“Hello. I’m Narnia, Kalego’s older brother.” His head tilted, purple eyes swiping over your body analysing and cataloguing every bit of you that he could. He slowly trailed forward until he was only a few steps from the two of you, Kalego getting more and more tense with every inch closer he came. Leaning forward slightly his hand reached out until it lightly grabbed your own unoccupied one, clawed pale fingers wrapping delicately around yours, pulling them forward and bowing over it, placing a light kiss over the digits. He would have preferred snatching the hand on his little brother’s shoulder, but that would be too obvious. Leaning back up he flashed you a far more genuine smile than he had given Kalego, “and who might you be little bird?”

Suddenly realizing he was holding on for even a few seconds longer than necessary Narnia reluctantly let go, after all it wouldn’t do to chase you away to early simply because he wanted to never let you go. You gave him a blinding smile as you glanced up through your lashes to be able to see him more clearly, “Hello Narnia, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” giving a slight bow before him, before introducing yourself. A small chunk of your hair fell forward with the movement and as you lifted back up it covered a small portion of your face. His hand twitched as he refused to give into the same movement your hand took of pushing the strands back behind your ear, before looking back up at him. Seeing your face peering up at him like that struck him with the knowledge that he was going to have to contact Baal and back out of his fellow 13 crown member’s plan. It wouldn’t due if he had a part in the intentions of destroying his chosen one’s life.

After all he needed the time spent planning and scheming with Baal to set up protections and securing his hopefully newfound mate’s future.

Alternate Ending

Yes, this would have all been fine – if you hadn’t come out with your hand resting carefully on Kalego’s arm as he escorted you across the courtyard to your waiting students. Judging how none of the students were surprised this was not a new thing to have developed, you two must have exchanged romantic gestures for a while, and he had no idea how he had missed it.

His claws grasped the tree branch that sat in front of him, hiding his presence from those on the campus below, with such fierceness that it groaned and creaked under the pressure. Fangs dug into the flesh of his plump lips, producing drops of blood that trailed slowly down the pale flesh of his chin. Sharp eyes trailed your figure as you walked across the campus field again only this time with the addition of his own little brother on your arm. Tears welling in his eyes and a whimper tearing from his throat with the knowledge that he would never be able to walk across that courtyard with you. Would never being able to experience the sound of your laugh or your laugh up close. Never feel your touch grasping his arm as he led you around his newfound territory, much as you were doing with Kalego now, or with you wrapped in his arms – perhaps slow dancing or maybe laying down for bed.

Even now he could picture it.

Nose buried in your hair while you snuggled up closer to his chest. His wings would protrude out of his back and wrap around the both of you, shielding you both away from the world throughout the hours of the night. 

Narnia watched your interaction with Kalego intently, his gaze fixated on the sight of your hand resting gently on his brother's arm. A pang of jealousy and possessiveness welled up within him. Just what was the meaning of this? Was it what he feared or was it just his imagination running wild? No, it couldn't be. Why would you and Kalego have anything like that between you? But what if...what if it was true? The thought alone made him clench his fists in frustration.

A sharp hiss passed through clenched teeth as pain flared through his palms. His gaze never leaving you as he watched you both interact with one another and your students. As the minutes past he could feel himself falling further and further into fear and envy, as class continued. The two of you were clearly far closer than just Kalego escorting to class. Your small hands on his shoulder when you calmed him down from irritation, one of his clawed hands pushing strands of your hair back from your face when the wind shifted, brushing gently across your cheek as he did so. Small movements like that continued on through the lesson until he had no choice but to admit to himself that more than likely there was something going on between the two of you.

Narnia's heart sank with each intimate gesture passed between you and his brother. The pang of jealousy and possessive feelings welling up within him only intensified, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He couldn't stand the sight of you and Kalego being so chummy. He knew he should look away but he couldn't. He was fixated on every tiny detail of your playful banter and tender touches. It made him want to rip Kalego limb from limb and carry you away to some safe, secluded spot. Away from all eyes until you were only his.

Narnia's heart sank further as the class went on. Every little interaction between you and Kalego—your on his arm as you showed how to flip a demon bigger than you, his touch brushing against your waist as he attempted to hold you in his grasp—felt like a dagger to his chest. Logically he knew that these tiny movements could just as easily be to show the students how to move, but at the same time his mind argued with itself that Kalego would never lower himself to touching another demon if he didn’t like them in some capacity. The only demons that Narnia had ever witnessed Kalego touching willingly were himself and that Balam pup that he went to school with.

Narnia wanted to intervene, to rip his brother away from you and claim you for himself. But he couldn't. He cursed silently as the realisation further sunk in that there was indeed something more intimate sharing between you and Kalego. He clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together as he continued to watch the two of you until his hands crushed the branches he had been grasping, the loud snapping noise startling himself enough to realize that something wet was trailing down his face. Lifting a hand to wipe it away he came to a sudden realization that he was crying and snapped his teeth in further agitation at the fact.

With a snarl Narnia turned with one last look at you and took off, wings pumping hard as he resolved to throw himself further into his work and forget anything and everything about you that wasn’t necessary to his plans. Never noticing the blood red devrose that had fallen from his pocket and floated on the wind only to be picked up gently by you.

[rainee-chu]

Fenchan power maaakeee up!!!

And an extra:

They’re practicing together

[madmarchhare]

"You have enemies? Good, that means you stood for something once in your life."