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[theghostofcinnamonpast]

casually imagining a demon in the modern day venting that most of the demons in the ars goetia are the luckiest and/or smartest sons of bitches in the business. because they're all Big Names, right?

well they are Now. but most of these gals were two bit, know-nothing nobodies in the middle ages. sure some of them were important even then but for every Bael you had at least two dozen Andrases. nah, all these guys did was big up their entirely invented resumes and trade their name to one of a few score sorcerers in the early-modern period. who was going to care that rather than being "a grand duke, commanding 26 legions of inferior spirits" you were the infernal equivalent of geoff from accounting, when, if someone did have the guts and skill to summon you up, they'd mostly just be asking for petty information work any human spy or scholar could do better. "yes you are boss, right away boss, as you say boss" and the human walks off thinking that they're billy fucking big boots and you kick the can down the road until you can be bothered. at worst you'll be asked to explain the mysteries of the stars, and then you're just stuck having to explain basic calculus to some poor german before it was actually invented.

BUT

and here's the big BUT

they wrote these names down. they told these to students or to companions, and eventually someone compiles The Lesser Key of Solomon, with all the lies you've told any potential summoner, plus the ones the summoners added on to make themselves look good. and now you're cooking with gas. because as a demon you're still an immaterial being, right, still got no actual Matter in the strict sense to train or strengthen. so you're running solely on the attention economy. worship is power, but that's the gold standard, that's god stuff. a demon ain't getting any of that, but Name Recognition - for a demon that is the Good Shit. that's the power that kicks of a good old circle wide coup and stops you from burning out for centuries. if it worked that way, you'd find all the demons in hell fighting over the name Coca Cola. (i think some blue lass tried it most recently...)

so despite being small guttering flames in the chaotic inferno of... Well inferno, these bastards have managed to find the One Weird Trick to immense cosmic power and hard working demons like myself hate them for it. now anyone writing anything with a demon, or even just wants to look cool and edgy, what do they do? they open up a copy of the ars goetia and thumb through until they find a good name. hell they don't even do that these days. no they just swan over to List of demons in the Ars Goetia on wikipedia and skip even that step. so Everyone knows these names, or if they don't they Know The Vibe and so the rich get richer. all these bluffs and fabrications we started with? they're true now, if only because your average demon has enough propriety to get somewhat embarrassed about their teenage exaggerations after half a millennium.

we've all cottoned on to the trick now, and getting your name imprinted on some magical attestation in the mortal world is the demonic equivalent of a pyramid scheme now. it works - but you had to be in on the ground floor. unfortunately for poor sods like me, the ground floor was about five hundred years ago. so that just leaves us with the honest-to-goodness Seventy Two. and the one thing I really want to know is

which of them saw it coming? and which of them just got Lucky?

[tooshyy]

Imagine you win a lottery, and the prize is a trip. A trip to... where? The place hasn't been mentioned. So, as an adventurous person, you pack your suitcase and get ready for the trip. You reach the airport and board the plane. You talk to the fellow passengers, but they also don't know where they are going! When the gates close, the flight attendants tell everyone that there's a special suit with a big helmet in the cabinet beside the seats. Everyone is as confused as you are. Soon, the pilot announces, "Welcome aboard, everyone! It's 4:30 PM in the evening. I hope you're all as comfortable in your seats as I am! And I hope you enjoy your flight!" The flight takes off, and you get to enjoy the prettiest sunset you've ever seen. As the sun sets, dinner is served. You enjoy your Ramen and drink and doze off while watching your favorite movie. Hours pass by, and you wake up to the pilot's announcement. The pilot says, "Good morning, everyone! I would request each and every one of you to wear the special suit, which is in the cabinet beside your seats. Also, please look outside from your windows; we are going to land on the moon!"

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Angel didn't have to ask questions, because she already knew the answers or at least she thought she knew. Her fingers caressed the pine box with a feather's touch, there was no way this could be happening, but in her mind's eyes, it was. She couldn't ignore the stranger who had stopped by and gave her Frankie's journal, it had been two days and she still could not bring herself to look at it. What kinds of secrets were being kept from her and their family? She didn't know if their mother could take any more surprises, not after their father had died so slowly and yet so suddenly. She put her hand to her mouth and choked back a sob or maybe it was bile clawing its way up her esophagus it was hard to tell these days; she had been doing both a lot lately. Very Dark Fiction Written around: 2012-07-14

Angel didn't have to ask questions, because she already knew the answers or at least she thought she knew. Her fingers caressed the pine box with a feather's touch, there was no way this could be happening, but in her mind's eyes, it was. She couldn't ignore the stranger who had stopped by and gave her Frankie's journal, it had been two days and she still could not bring herself to look at it. What kinds of secrets were being kept from her and their family? She didn't know if their mother could take any more surprises, not after their father had died so slowly and yet so suddenly. She put her hand to her mouth and choked back a sob or maybe it was bile clawing its way up her esophagus it was hard to tell these days; she had been doing both a lot lately.

She slammed the door behind her and drove to the house that she and her brother once lived in, a smile touched her lips. She had always thought that they had lived such a wonderful life, everything was taken care of and they had no need to worry about anything. She was a graphic artist and there was always work waiting for her, while her brother played in a local band. They actually got a lot of work at the clubs and dances that came around. He was living his dream life it seemed, he was never unhappy at least that's what he made her think. But somewhere deep within; she had always felt that he had been hiding something from her.  But she just couldn't bring herself to believe that Frankie felt so far from her that he could not confide in her.

When they were children, for a time all they had was each other, their parents had been going through a hard time in their marriage and fought bitterly over whatever it was. To this day, her mother wouldn't speak of what it was about and their father simply shrugged it off as simple spousal problems. This always bothered her, what kind of secrets could their own parents be keeping?  Furthermore what secrets had Frankie been keeping?  But she was almost sure she'd never find out. That is if she never peaked inside the leather binding of his world. But she wasn't sure she'd be able to do it, she was fearful of what she would find out but would it hurt her more if she never knew?

The leather binding lay on the table, collecting dust and leaving a nice smooth surface under it. The longer it laid there in front of her the more her will crumbled and it wasn't long before the soft padding of her fingers turned to the first page, slowly as she tried to delay what her eyes were about to falls upon.

I suppose this is the first time I'll be writing in this useless thing, he always tells me that it's good to get my thoughts out of my head. But there's not really much going on in there when he's always so close to me. God he's all that I can ever think about when he's so deep so hot, it’s almost like he's burning me alive, and it feels so damn good. I can't get enough of him; no one has ever made me feel like this. No woman has ever tried. I can't believe I waited so long to be with him. But I was afraid, I couldn't let my family know about him, my obsession with his body, I mean fuck I hardly wanted to believe it myself. He showed me the way though, he opened me up to so many things, pleasure in life I couldn't even begin to dream of on my own. My dark angel made me more than I was by myself; he filled me with a passion and a life. It was everything I had been missing, my life, my work wasn't enough, there had been a hole somewhere in me that I couldn’t even begin to fill, and I didn't even try because I didn't know what it was I was feeling until he came...

There was an air of eeriness that crept from those pages, this man that was speaking was not her brother but this was his hand writing. Those were words she never knew he would even think to speak. But to her strange horror, she knew that this was him, his journal which she had seen on several occasions. The journal her father had gotten him when he was off in on a business trip, he delivered computer parts and electronics to various companies around the world. He was always bringing them all sorts of gifts but as far as she knew this was the first time Frankie had actually written in it and this was the first time she even knew he was interested in men.

People always said that you knew when those closest to you were gay, you were able to sense it, feel it but Frankie hid it very well. He was always buried in the band which wasn't anything that anyone found odd; he was a young man who was trying to make it big. No one in the world thought anything of it; all he wanted was to fulfill a dream he had. She closed her eyes and breathed shallowly, wondering if their mother had any idea about Frankie and if she did why didn't she ever ask Angel about it?  She didn't have much time to think more into it, the phone rang and it was her mother, she bit her lip and tried not to spill over with question about whether or not she knew her son had been gay all this time. But in the end she supposed it was better if her mother never knew what good would it do now?

The conversation ended after an hour of speaking about her brother and how things were going, of course she kept a strong front for her mother she had lost more than a husband this last year, she didn't have the heart to break down in front of her because it would just make this entire ordeal worse for them both.

The pages of the binding flipped a bit as the wind blew through an open window; almost as if someone was whimpering to her to read more, she didn't want to but an unseen force seemed to drag her to the table and push her into the chair. She chewed on her lower lip nervously as she looked down at the words and almost started crying.

He did it again today, tied me down and fucked me until I was screaming and bleeding, I don't know what I've done to make him so angry the last few days I'm kind of scared of what's going on with him but he always cries and begs for my forgiveness and I always give in. I'm not sure what to believe anymore but I don't think it matters because I can't leave him. I need him; he's the closest thing I've had to happiness in such a long time. All those boys in high school were never like him, they can't make me cum as hard.  I fucked them all too, some more than once because they were the best I could find at the time. But they all, all of them pale in comparison because he's a God among the weak…my God.

She couldn't believe what she was reading, one minute he fears for his safety and the next he's praising and craving him like some street side whore who needs her fix. Angel went from sadness, to fear, to confusion in a few short moments. Why didn't her brother call this man out by name, why was he always referring to him as 'he' or 'God'? She had to get answers and she had to find out why this stranger had given her this and why did she need to know any of this in the first place?

She looked over the next few pages which continued to speak of this 'God' and his actions toward her brother, violence to passion and everything in between. It wasn't in a great amount of detail, mostly about the toys he used and the way he made him bleed when he started to get angry and Frankie still didn't understand why this man was angry.

Today he tied me to the floor and shoved a vibrator up me like it was nothing, he twisted it until I screamed and begged for him to stop but he just continued to shove it in deeper and harder until I was crying. That's when he shoved his cock into me and fucked me until I was limp. He said he wanted my nose to bleed, it didn't but other parts of me did. Even after he untied me, someone else came in and I couldn't believe who it was I had no idea that his friend was into guys, I also didn't know that he wanted to make me bleed too. They used me up like I was toy. He told me that I hadn't been good enough and I didn't deserve anything less than being treated like a whore. I screamed at him and told him I was done with him, I didn't want anything else to do with him. He laughed at me and told me I wouldn't ever be able to leave him.

He was wrong though, I did leave I went home and cleaned up Angel asked if I was ok. I lied to her; I couldn't let her know what a dirty bitch I was and what I had been doing because she wouldn't ever understand what it was like for me. What it was like to have dad call me a Faggot in front of our mother and the look my mother gave me. She'd never understand what it was like to nearly have our parents, the parents who were suppose to love us unconditionally nearly disown me and kick me out. I had to promise I'd never touch another man and I had to get a girlfriend and go confess to the church what a dirty whore of a son I had been.

There was only silence in the room, save for the gasping sobs that escaped her lips. Angel now knew what the arguments had been about and why her brother seemed to take a sudden interest in church and damnation…no it wasn't his interest, it was his way of buying their parents love. She sniffled softly and shook her head, she couldn't believe, didn't want to believe that her parents could do that to their own son. They had seemed so open and so supportive of everything that they had done.

She shook her head and whispered to herself, "How could they have done this to you Frankie?" How could they have done this to her little brother, she would of killed to see him happy, no matter what she loved her brother more than anything.

I went back to him I couldn't stand it any longer, the void; the hole that was in me was starting to eat me alive. I had stayed away from his bed for a full month and it nearly killed me. I guess he was right, I'm nothing without him, that crooked smile of his, and those eyes he's so beautiful when he smiles. I'd give anything to see him smile you know? But he only truly smiles when I'm bleeding for him and screaming so that's what I'll do for hi. I'll bleed and I'll scream as loud as I can just to keep him around. The more I do it, the less often he invites others to make me scream for him.

She had to stop again, she didn't want to read anymore so she skipped about fifty pages because it was telling the same thing and it just continued to speak of the violent and passionate sex; which seemed to get increasingly violent. She didn't want to know, didn't want to think about what Frankie had been through for this guy or why he loved him so much.

It hurts really badly today and I know why he's been acting like this. It's because I wasn't enough for him, nothing I did was enough. I walked in on him with one of his friends, I didn't say anything though I was a good pet and I left the house. The truth is, I can't leave him because I'm nothing without him. I need him and he'll never know how much I need him. So I'm going to make sure he knows this time because I'm going to give him all the blood he'll ever need.

Angel slammed the journal shut as she sank back into the chair, she didn't know what this man had done to her brother to make him so dependent but she wanted to know why he had made her brother do this.

"Frankie…why?" She whimpered softly and choked back the sobs and the knots in her stomach. She didn't want to believe that this had really happened to her little brother nor did she understand why she had to know any of this.

"I'll tell you why, I wanted to see your face as you read those last fucking pages of your little brother's dairy." Her eyes shot open as she stared up into that crooked smile which held so much hate for her and she couldn't comprehend why.

"Don't tell me your confused doll, I'm the boy you wouldn't even give the time of day to, the one who was made a laughing stock of the school, and it’s all because of you. Are you catching on now sugar?" She whimpered softly and covered her face before he could make full contact with her flesh; it made her hand sting harshly.

She remembered the boy, he was one of the jocks he was kind of short but he made his plays well and everyone wanted him. Angel never found the time to date or be interested all she wanted was to get into college. He had asked her for a date after a game in front of the football team and everything, apparently it was some bet and she outright refused him. They had laughed and she left him there, she never noticed the outrage in his eyes after she turned away, because he simply laughed it off, "Can't win them all."

"No one ever fucks with me princess." She didn't even see it coming; only felt the hair pin penetrate her throat and the blood pool around the junction of her shoulder.

The God Frankie once adored gave an empty smile before exiting no trace evidence would be found and the murder weapon would be history before anyone knew she was dead.

"Tell you little brother hello for me."

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"true..." [random poetic]

Let me think for a moment…Let the shadows recede.What was there in the moment?What was heart meant to meet?I’ve descended the depths of the darknessI rose up in the golden light piersSabotaging self, healing, wandering, losing, winning, grinning, crying and shouting to self…What have I missed on? What did I forget? What have I let go, of that I should have met?I… Carried on in words and tunes of…

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💖✨ Just a yandere woman CEO obsessed with her adorable assistant <3 ✨💖

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Imagine an incredibly strict older woman who has learned to leave love and men in the past. She’s been running this company all on her own for several years now, it’s her life’s work and her pride and joy. She’s married to her work since she wouldn’t want to be married to anything else at the moment. Men only disappoint, so what's the point of even trying to form a relationship with one. After all, she's so well known now that anyone who is trying to form bonds with her now is after her fortune or her estate. A waste of time.

Then, she met you.

You came to her agency one afternoon for a meeting of your boss' company and hers, something about collaborating together to build up the value of both of your stocks. Whatever, it wasn't like she needed extra cash in her pocket, but she was willing to listen if he proved to be entertaining.

Though she wasn't really looking forward to creating a partnership with the obviously money-hungry man, her eyes widened when he brought you into the room after their introductions. You were his assistant at the time, and he made sure to get good use out of you. She could tell he ran you ragged from hell and back. You slouched a little and you looked quite uncomfortable in the scarlet red stiletto heels he no doubt required you to wear. However, through the exhaustion, she could see your bright eyes, gorgeous smile, and beauty beyond it all. It was more than beauty though. She felt like she'd seen you before in a dream, like she's known you for a lifetime and more. You're so familiar, yet she knowns she's never met you before.

Despicable. To force such a stunning woman such as yourself run ragged around the town. She could provide so much better for you, she would make you see that.

During the meeting all she could do was stare at you. How you fixed your hair back out of your face as you wrote notes on your laptop, how you answered you boss' questions with hesitancy and a sort of weak tone. She wanted to snap his head off when he barked at you to speak up and "show some respect for your employer". Yet he acted like the perfect, charming gentleman towards herself. She couldn't take this anymore. She called a 15 minute break and said she needed a moment to think over his "compelling" proposition.

As you walked off, she discreetly trailed behind. You headed to the restroom and she made a point to hang outside by the communal coffeemaker. When you came out, she came up to you with a Styrofoam cup and a gentle smile. Just seeing the way your pretty eyes brighten up at the kind gesture made her heart soar, and the shiver that raced down her spin when your fingers brushed against her made her feel electric.

You two chatted for the remainder of the break, and she strategically dropped the question over you and your boss' situation. She provided her shoulder to cry on as you lamented your woes over you boss, how he's...nice yeah right but he can be a little tough at times. The position pays well enough and it's nice to not have to work in the hot sun all day as your income, but it would be nice to not have to run around the town and retrieve miniscule things as his little lap dog all the time.

She simply slipped you a her card and gave you wink (you couldn't help but notice there was a strange, darker look in her eyes as she scanned you up and down) and told you to stop by whenever you felt the urge, but to look at the back of the card when you head out. As she walked off to go deny that selfish bastard's shit of an idea, you looked down at the card. On paper was a date and time for two days from now right below her name and the address of her agency.

~~~

It had been three months since that fateful day and she couldn't be happier.

She held a private meeting, just the two of you she can't wait to start calling these meetings a date, those two days later. She offered you a position as her personal assistant at her company instead of your current employer. When you thought of declining, she passed a piece of paper over to you that read a number with more zeros than you could process. She said this is what you would make a year with full benefits and plenty of opportunity for growth as it would be the base amount you'd make. It was easily triple your current salary.

With little hesitation, you put in your two weeks with your company, and with a swift call on from her side, you never had to go back to that company to fulfill those two weeks. She said he owed her a favor of some kind and he would repay it through letting you be free she actually found juicy blackmail material of him and one of his employees for a scandalous affair against his wife, but she would never tell you that.

In no time, you begun being her little pet. The job was great at first; she treated you with great respect, patience, and the tasks she gave you weren't even that difficult. It was like a dream come true. Then, it begun to change.

Suddenly, she enforced a dress code policy that felt like it only applied to you. It was mandatory for "all women or female presenting" read just for you workers in her establishment to done pencil skirts, sleek high heels, and a blazer that cut down deep into the cleavage. Don't worry about not meeting the dress code, she'll help you out! When you explained you didn't have many clothes of this variety in your closet, she quickly cleared her day and went on a shopping spree with you. Luxury brands, private fitting rooms, tailors and seamstresses all around took your measurements and were sent off to construct a dozen and more outfits for you to wear in the office. All the while, Ms. CEO sat and watched you model the attire. If the skirt wasn't short enough, she'd direct them to hem a few inches higher. If the cut wasn't deep enough on the blazer, she'd come in close and open the blazer to her desired bust viewing. You couldn't help but heat up tremendously as she worked her way around you, staring at your everything, and touching what felt like all of your intimate parts.

After that was done, she took you to a decadent lunch at a high class restaurant where the waiters and chefs seemingly all knew her by first name. She finished her small portion rather quickly, but she made a point to move her chair next to yours and chat beside you. You felt uncomfortable with her being so close and not eating, but she insisted you continue your food, saying she liked to watch you eat as the expressions you made at the exquisite food filled her more than any other meal could. She kept it to herself that it was mostly because it fueled her desire to know that she could provide for you. To feed you and clothe you. It was paradise to finally have someone to spoil.

At the end of the day, she took you back to your home in her private limo with her driver at the helm. She walked you to your front door, thanked you for indulging her and for such a wonderful day, and bid you a good night. She kissed the back of your hand, leaving behind a bloody red mark of a lipstick kiss as she marked you as hers. Her cute little assistant. She couldn't wait to make you her wife, and that joy carried her home the entire drive home.

~~~

One last idea: Our lovely Ms. CEO needs to attend a super ritzy, widely news pressed, gala of some sort, but she needs a partner to go with her! Everyone else is bringing a date, she'd be mortified she's could care less what the press thinks to be sent alone for the seventh year in a row.

So, she asks you to go with her as her sexy arm candy date. You reluctantly agree since you're just that nice and would hate her to feel humiliated going alone. :((

She's got you right where she wants you, darling~

So, you two go. She picks you up the day before, takes you to get a custom dress made personally for you. Skimpy and tight for her to eye fuck you and devour you all night, but still classy enough that you'll be the most elegant person attending.

You two walk in with the interviewers dotted around going nuts for her showing up with a date this year. You flush and make a point to clarify you aren't dating, but she pulls you along with a scoff at the newscasters.

She pulls you inside, and you two mingle, you never being allowed to stray from her side. She takes you over to the fancy bar, and loads you up with drink after drink, saying she wants you to enjoy the evening and have fun. However, with every drink she pushes on you, you realize too late that she's hardly even nursed the first drink she got an hour ago. You feel light headed and are no doubt way past tipsy.

She pulls you off with a grin, coddling you and holding your face, asking if you were alright in a babying tone. After meekly nodding your head, she yanks you over to the dance floor. She pulls you in close, and since she's at least a head taller than you, she makes sure that you rest your head on her breast. She sways you back and forth on your wobbling knees and you feel hot. You can feel every part of her body smooshed up against yours.

You whine at her hand gripping your hips as they drift lower to your thighs and ass. She whispers sweet nothings in your ears, pressing her red lipstick-covered lips against your ear when she nibbles.

You can't stop her as she pulls you away from the crowd and back to her limo. Once inside, she's kissing you senseless and maneuvering one of her hands to keep you shoved deep into her open-mouthed kiss. All you can acknowledge is her tongue stroking yours in a sensual curl and her other hand shimmying up the deep slit in your fancy dress to dance her fingers around your cute white panties.

You're starting to wonder if the money is really worth it anymore.

Can you guys tell I have no idea how big companies or money work? Lol, no, this was in no way, shape, or form meant to be a realistic view of how CEOs or big companies run. I just want a sexy dominate woman to adore me obsessively, pay for my wants and my desire for pretty dresses, and screw me senseless til I see stars.

Teehee~! ✨💖

Love,

Kraken 🐙

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