#sverse;thedevilspurgation

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derringer-merylstryfe

She’d been around him with others. She’d seen the way he held himself. Powerful. Guarded. Confident. So when she woke up, turned to see him calm and relaxed against her, she found herself in awe. The way he looked when he didn’t have to look powerful. That’s what she missed. This Belial. Her Belial. She kissed his chin. She knew it wouldn’t take much to wake him up. It never did. “You broke me, sir. I expect an apology.” She murmured. 

☨- The sleeping darkness could be heard deeply purring, thou he would argue that it was just his bad habit of snoring. He was so comfortable lying there next to her, it felt nostalgic of how he would slumber in his once primordial days before energy flowed. She was right however that he was easy to wake. Groaning in slight displeasure but pawing out his big hands searching until he could grasp and squeeze some part of her. Mostly her hip or her ass. “Mm-sorry for breakin’ your table.” He mumbled sleepily. “And your window...The wall.”

 Brows scrunched together first before he cracked a single black snake eye at her. “You ok?” The concern was coated despite his snarky mood. Slowly turning to lay on his stomach, he used the pillow to prop himself up, giving her a once over. She was breathtaking, with her bed hair, the markings of passion left on her, and how serene she sound when speaking to him. 

“Damn you’re fuckin pretty lookin like that.”

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☨- Belial flew following the faded but still pulsing energy, using all of his senses, down to tracking the transparent life thread that was always attached to the void father in all living creatures. Vet’s string vibrated and was taught, almost on the verge of being snipped. The trilling echo of Belial’s sword length feathers, wings gliding and flapping in succession, hidden the soft released breaths of exhaustion he was beginning to feel. Exerting so much of himself in different formats of both physical and astral locations all at the crucial same momentum. The Devil was slowly stubbornly realizing he was not at the top bar of his performance as he once was before the fall of Man, Deities, and concepts. Granted he was no where near a position of infirmity or frailty that could be cursed and used against him. Belial was just...Let’s say out of practice of being a numen for humanity let alone at this point inter-dimensional plants. 

He certainly did see the burst of a vivid light show, the personification’s absolute vision was a frightful ability.  Enough so it was restrained purposely, sealing shut the other unfathomable eyes the Beast had. To keep his omnituen orbs from spoiling soul written destinies and manipulating them in his favor. He was cheating the system enough as is...

Belial gripped tightly of the sparse presence of Vash he had in his arms. Accelerating his speed and movement downwards to the pinned point location like a grim comet escaping the clutches of a brutal heaven’s prison, until they could actually get close enough to possibly call for Vet’s attention. It could be witnessed that Vet had escaped his own prison, breaking out of the drowning depths of the shrewd darkness. Belial slowed at hopefully and preferably safe distance, concerning this would be their first time meeting. The last thing he needed was to frighten the other older Vash when their existence was in a concerning predicament. Carefully exposing the presence the beloved particle-fading Greenie in his claws.

  “We arrive, in good time too.” 

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@fortheloveofpeaceandpeople​

Vash had absolutely no clue how long they'd been going, now.

The only way for him to even tell that time had passed was just how sparse parts of him were looking, now-- he'd had to switch the lighter he'd been given to his other hand, prosthetic fingers worn all the way down to their first joints and unable to hold anything anymore. Almost the entirety of the right half of his face was gone. But it didn't matter to him how much energy he spent. So long as they found Vet, that's all that mattered to him right now.

Thankfully, they'd get quite the confirmation that things were finally going their way. A sudden burst of energy from close enough by that it could be vividly seen; bright bursts of gold in the darkness, swaths of color and light that were blocked by something solid, at first, then broken apart into what almost looked like fireworks.

And then he could feel him again.

"Th... there!" the young Plant called out, focus renewed. Posture straightening up in the transformed grasp of Belial. Who... could probably see even better than he could, but-- "there! We found him, we're almost there...!"

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@derringer-merylstryfe​

This was a bad idea, she thought, padding over to her dresser. Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea... But she slipped on a pair of pajama pants and picked up the small box in the drawer. She never discarded it. Who knew what could happen if this ring fell into the wrong hands.

It was a bad idea. She reminded herself. But she blew over the ring, voice soft. "Belial."

☨- The ring would give off a soft sparkling hue of crimson before drowning in obsidian. All the shadows in her home would rush forward into a large pool on the floor in front of her, alive and swirling. Until it took shape of the one Meryl summoned. Stepping out was the Devil himself. Curled horns and broken antlers on full display. Cracks in his glamour exposing his draconic features. Belial appeared with rage and on the notion to slay whoever dared caused his ex-girlfriend to summon him. 

For clearly she would only ever request his presence, if she was placed in situation that her life was at absolute risk. The cryptid had his fangs bared and predatory eyes scanning the room. In both extended claws he held his cat shaped coffee cup and one of his  marlow white sabers he’s crafted from his own essence; elated with their full purpose to loyally cut down all that would oppose their master. Both raised as he took the stance of a wild large cat protecting it’s pride. 

Only to find there was no threat... Immediately Belial dropped the god slaying appearance and looked confused as hell at Meryl who just stared him. Was he suddenly feeling nervous? Wasn’t this invasion of her privacy? He couldn't bring himself to ask what was wrong because it just has been so long since he even looked at her. Fuck she was so beautiful, even in her sleep clothes. Never mind the fact he was literally in just his tight fit boxers and a shoddy robe. 

“...Um, You--summoned me?”

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"Why don't you go read Twilight or something."

☨- "The fact you know what that is, tells me a lot about your experiences in romanticism." And it's disgustingly dull.

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🚧  UNDER CONSTRUCTION:  🚧  

Please do not panic. Or do, I ain’t ya momma.

Tag Dump.

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☨- “Lucky?! You’re the trash racoon that keeps digging in my garbage!   Glorious presence my ass.”

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☄️ “I already pay you with my glorious presence. That’s more than enough. You should be grateful, not everyone’s lucky enough to have Finn Mertens in their life.” 🦋

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Meryl is just going to come back from the bar a little tipsy. It was a long shift and she needed just a couple shots. But now she's home and she's cuddling up against Belial as close as she can get.

☨- Belial for the most part of staying on Gunsmoke lived in Meryl's home. The comfortable scent of her lingering on all of her belongings surrounded him and left him in a calmed state. At first he'd visit and stay a night or two when his mind would teeter on the edge of ruins. Often he'd pop in to leave Meryl gifts from other places he's visited to surprise her. But over time the Devil just slowly inserted his belongings to mingle with hers. He'd make a point to be home before she was to welcome her. Making a late dinner and letting her vent about her day. Today though he just felt like being a lazy feline on her couch. Dressed in nothing but his silky grey robe with a book in his hand. Laws of Human Nature was the title printed.

He heard Meryl enter through the door and peered up at her. "Welcome home-" And now she was cuddled and tucked into his hip side on the couch, somehow managing to squeeze between him and the thick cushions. She seemed so tiny being squished up against him. Belial blinked, having never seen her move so fast, let alone crawl haphazardly over the furniture like that. "Rough day Babe?" He inquired while laying his hand on her shoulder to rub it affectionately. The scent of alcohol was not lost on him either. A wry smirk painting his features as he teased her. "How many shots did you do?"

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She has a request. "Can I have a flower? A yellow one?"

☨- The request is heard, and of course, he'd do anything to fulfill it. "Just one?" He asks curiously. Surely she ought to have several dozens. The Devil tucks his hand behind his back and retrieves a single flower. Well, sort of. Knowing Meryl, she'd nag him for overdoing it. Presents to her a small shrub of the Japanese Rose. Although they look delicate, they are exceptionally tough and not at all fussy. Much like his woman.

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☨- “Not really, It can be reversed...” Belial looked down at her curiously. “I didn’t take you bein’ interested in have lil munchkins.” He rolled her off of him to sit up in the bed, feet touching the wooden floor. Stretching out his back, the hexadic wings tattooed there appeared to spread with him. “You ain’t gonna lose me babe. Not this time.” Belial’s tone drifted to something serious before he reached over and smacked her on her bottom playfully.“Let me fix you some lazy breakfast hm?”

She thought for a moment. “But vasectomy means never right?” Just because she didn’t want to now doesn’t mean she didn’t want a child later. “Also you’re not the only one he’ll be mad at. For all I know, he’ll just ditch us both.”

She sighed deeply. “I don’t want to lose my friends.” She admitted. “But I don’t want to lose you either…”

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derringer-merylstryfe

She listened to him as he spoke. There was so much else she wanted to say in return. Last time? No… no she hoped not. She was glad, too. But words were…difficult. Instead she just hummed against him and kissed his chest. The only word she was able to get out was. “Bed…” and finally, as she pressed against him even more. “Stay…”

☨- Belial followed her soft demands, picking her up bridal style and relocating to her bedroom. Behind him he worked his detestable conjurations to repair her home. However leaving the table and chair broken. A fun reminder hopefully when she’d awaken again. The Devil laid his lover in her bed. Discarding his own clothing and sliding on to the mattress next to her. Spooning her from behind and embracing her closely protectively. His stubbled chin rested on top of her head as they laid there under the sheets. The same sheets they had both purchased when he would stay with her months at a time. He took in the bedroom of what he could without disturbing their resting positions. Some things were different, but some things were the same as if he still visited. It was comforting, something he wasn’t accustom to. “Rest love, I will be here still when you wake up.” He gently snuggled closer, sinking his nose into her hair, and allowing himself to doze with her. 

derringer-merylstryfe

She listened to him as he spoke. There was so much else she wanted to say in return. Last time? No… no she hoped not. She was glad, too. But words were…difficult. Instead she just hummed against him and kissed his chest. The only word she was able to get out was. “Bed…” and finally, as she pressed against him even more. “Stay…”

☨- Belial followed her soft demands, picking her up bridal style and relocating to her bedroom. Behind him he worked his detestable conjurations to repair her home. However leaving the table and chair broken. A fun reminder hopefully when she’d awaken again. The Devil laid his lover in her bed. Discarding his own clothing and sliding on to the mattress next to her. Spooning her from behind and embracing her closely protectively. His stubbled chin rested on top of her head as they laid there under the sheets. The same sheets they had both purchased when he would stay with her months at a time. He took in the bedroom of what he could without disturbing their resting positions. Some things were different, but some things were the same as if he still visited. It was comforting, something he wasn’t accustom to. “Rest love, I will be here still when you wake up.” He gently snuggled closer, sinking his nose into her hair, and allowing himself to doze with her. 

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derringer-merylstryfe

She moaned into the kiss as she felt him move against her. She sighed at his lips made their way across her skin. She tilted her head back so he could mark her neck, her collarbone… all of her. He lifted her up and she had no hesitation in wrapping her legs tight around him. She wanted this. She wanted him. Badly. Dangerously.

Was she sure? Right now. Yes. Would she be tomorrow? Who knows. But she felt his breath against her neck it had her melting against him. She was even so bold as to grind her hips against him.

“You said you’d be my slave.” She reminded him, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “So I demand… that you finish what you started here.”

☨- Her demand sent a shiver of pleasure through his spine. Belial smirked, turned on even more by her boldness, as rumbled laughter came from his chest. He strode to the nearest thing he could place her on, which apparently was her kitchen table. He didn’t mean to kick the chair away so hard that it snapped in pieces against the wall.  Pushing her down on the table and hiking her legs up onto his shoulders. Giving her ankles sharp nips and kisses.

 “These will have to go then.” He commented on her sleep pants, taking the hems of them and ripping them away as if they were sheets of paper. Letting his hands massage and travel down her calves and thighs. Her panties however were carefully removed. Belial held no shame in bringing them to his nose and taking a long sniff. They were soaked in her sweet perfume. Personal treat she gave him in letting him know that he had made her so fucking wet.  Belial tucked them into the pockets of his robe. 

He shoved his boxers down low enough to set his cock free and placed himself against her. The desire to just shove himself inside echoed in his dumb monster brain. But he would wait. Instead he gripped the back of one her legs with one hand, while his other free one glided his fingers over her wet pussy. Using her leaking juices to coat his fingers while also pushing them inside her. He wondered if she had prepped herself before summoning him. As he was able to already slip in three of his digits. “You were wanting this so bad, you abused that ring I gave you for it?” He teased her in that brash growl like tone of his. “Naughty girl.”

 Belial began to curl his fingers as he thrusted them in and out of her, bowing down between her thighs to place his mouth on her vulva’s lips. Mock devouring them and her clit as if she were his last meal. Making sure she could hear everything he was doing to her pussy and how good it felt to do it with the vibrating moans that left his vocals. He’d let her legs either wrap around his head or brace her feet on his shoulders to stomp on. Belial wanted her to cum first before daring to enter her. She deserved to orgasm more than once after such a long wait. 

derringer-merylstryfe

She moaned into the kiss as she felt him move against her. She sighed at his lips made their way across her skin. She tilted her head back so he could mark her neck, her collarbone… all of her. He lifted her up and she had no hesitation in wrapping her legs tight around him. She wanted this. She wanted him. Badly. Dangerously.

Was she sure? Right now. Yes. Would she be tomorrow? Who knows. But she felt his breath against her neck it had her melting against him. She was even so bold as to grind her hips against him.

“You said you’d be my slave.” She reminded him, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “So I demand… that you finish what you started here.”

☨- Her demand sent a shiver of pleasure through his spine. Belial smirked, turned on even more by her boldness, as rumbled laughter came from his chest. He strode to the nearest thing he could place her on, which apparently was her kitchen table. He didn’t mean to kick the chair away so hard that it snapped in pieces against the wall.  Pushing her down on the table and hiking her legs up onto his shoulders. Giving her ankles sharp nips and kisses.

 “These will have to go then.” He commented on her sleep pants, taking the hems of them and ripping them away as if they were sheets of paper. Letting his hands massage and travel down her calves and thighs. Her panties however were carefully removed. Belial held no shame in bringing them to his nose and taking a long sniff. They were soaked in her sweet perfume. Personal treat she gave him in letting him know that he had made her so fucking wet.  Belial tucked them into the pockets of his robe. 

He shoved his boxers down low enough to set his cock free and placed himself against her. The desire to just shove himself inside echoed in his dumb monster brain. But he would wait. Instead he gripped the back of one her legs with one hand, while his other free one glided his fingers over her wet pussy. Using her leaking juices to coat his fingers while also pushing them inside her. He wondered if she had prepped herself before summoning him. As he was able to already slip in three of his digits. “You were wanting this so bad, you abused that ring I gave you for it?” He teased her in that brash growl like tone of his. “Naughty girl.”

 Belial began to curl his fingers as he thrusted them in and out of her, bowing down between her thighs to place his mouth on her vulva’s lips. Mock devouring them and her clit as if she were his last meal. Making sure she could hear everything he was doing to her pussy and how good it felt to do it with the vibrating moans that left his vocals. He’d let her legs either wrap around his head or brace her feet on his shoulders to stomp on. Belial wanted her to cum first before daring to enter her. She deserved to orgasm more than once after such a long wait. 

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derringer-merylstryfe

☨- He definitely got the fucking hint. Belial didn’t dare disobey in meeting her the rest of the way to capture her lips in return. His arms wrapped around her small but in no way meek frame. Clasping his left hand on her entire ass and his right cupping the back of her head to grasp as much of her beautiful short hair. The Devil’s spitfire had made her choice, she chose him and all his faults, and he wanted to make sure she never regretted it. Belial didn’t know if he could truly make her happy. But he would fucking work his ass off to do so. She was his reason to keep trying. 

He kissed her so deeply in return, one would think he was trying to drain her life away. Only to part from her bruised mouth to kiss gently the corners of her lips, her round cheeks, and the sides of her beautiful neck. Each showered kiss was an apology he longed to give her. Meryl could hear him whisper how sorry he was into her soft skin, on her soft lips. Belial had to keep from staining her, from the threatening black tears that wanted to spill over, by keeping his eyes shut tight. He picked her up to better carry her, so her legs could wrap around his high waist, Her breasts teased a broken moan from him, being pressed firmly against his own chest. Feeling and hearing her heartbeat pound so intensely filled his emptiness. Starved always of Meryl’s attention and the feel of her engulfing him was almost too much.

 “Are you sure of this Meryl?” He still felt hesitation despite the fact her nails were making highways on the back of his neck. His face was buried between her shoulder and neck trying to regain some control of his instincts. Belial could feel that destructive part of him that wanted to just take her. Leave her pleading and moaning for mercy in marking his claim. He gritted his sharp teeth so hard he almost hoped they’d shatter. Maybe she could muzzle him. He wouldn’t mind that. If she wasn’t aware how rigidly rock hard he was being so pressed against him. She would absolutely know when he rubbed himself against her covered pussy in vulgar need. Belial forced himself away from her neck so he could finally look at her.

 “Tell me, demand me of what you want woman.”

derringer-merylstryfe

☨- He definitely got the fucking hint. Belial didn’t dare disobey in meeting her the rest of the way to capture her lips in return. His arms wrapped around her small but in no way meek frame. Clasping his left hand on her entire ass and his right cupping the back of her head to grasp as much of her beautiful short hair. The Devil’s spitfire had made her choice, she chose him and all his faults, and he wanted to make sure she never regretted it. Belial didn’t know if he could truly make her happy. But he would fucking work his ass off to do so. She was his reason to keep trying. 

He kissed her so deeply in return, one would think he was trying to drain her life away. Only to part from her bruised mouth to kiss gently the corners of her lips, her round cheeks, and the sides of her beautiful neck. Each showered kiss was an apology he longed to give her. Meryl could hear him whisper how sorry he was into her soft skin, on her soft lips. Belial had to keep from staining her, from the threatening black tears that wanted to spill over, by keeping his eyes shut tight. He picked her up to better carry her, so her legs could wrap around his high waist, Her breasts teased a broken moan from him, being pressed firmly against his own chest. Feeling and hearing her heartbeat pound so intensely filled his emptiness. Starved always of Meryl’s attention and the feel of her engulfing him was almost too much.

 “Are you sure of this Meryl?” He still felt hesitation despite the fact her nails were making highways on the back of his neck. His face was buried between her shoulder and neck trying to regain some control of his instincts. Belial could feel that destructive part of him that wanted to just take her. Leave her pleading and moaning for mercy in marking his claim. He gritted his sharp teeth so hard he almost hoped they’d shatter. Maybe she could muzzle him. He wouldn’t mind that. If she wasn’t aware how rigidly rock hard he was being so pressed against him. She would absolutely know when he rubbed himself against her covered pussy in vulgar need. Belial forced himself away from her neck so he could finally look at her.

 “Tell me, demand me of what you want woman.”

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derringer-merylstryfe

“E-each other’s… haunting?” She shivered as he came close, but didn’t step away. “You didn’t do that on purpose? Wait…but it was you?” She looked up at him with glossy eyes. “What you said.. what you did…” Her face burned at the thought.

She covered her cheeks in her hands, looking away, but never moving from where he stood. She could smell him. Cigarettes and cologne. She missed that smell. “I… want to forgive you.” She told him softly. “I mean that.. But… you hurt my friends… our friends.”

☨- Belial had half expected her to step away from, maybe even tell him to piss off, but she stood her ground. Meryl always did. “I’m an asshole, but I am a being of my word. You asked me to leave you alone...” He sighed at the sight of her flushed face, a spark of joy ignited in him, that he could make her blush still. “It’s...More than likely both our desires just chain-linked together.” He wasn’t entirely sure how it had worked. He was capable of dream walking, causing nightmares, breaking the walls of human’s imagination limits. But to make love so vivid in visions behind closed eyelids? He wouldn’t shove it back in her face that she had answered him so boldly in return in their wet dream. 

Belial took the risk to remove her hands from her cheeks, the urge to kiss her palms and her sweet face just about devoured his next decision. But he reframed. Only holding them and rubbing his thumbs over her fingers. “You don’t need to forgive me Meryl. I hurt you, the people you cared about, the people I cared about.  I betrayed everyone’s kindness and chances they gave me. Even if it was something I couldn’t control...It’s not enough to excuse my actions. I’m sorry. I should have...I should have just talked to you. When I felt like I was beginning to crack. I should have been able to confide in you. I didn’t. I was too fearful. Paranoid at the thought you’d--.” Belial clenched his jaw. The flashes of the violence he displayed and the terror in their faces, her face, that had trusted him always a reminder. “You shouldn’t.” 

“I’m not a good guy. Hell I’m not even at best decent. I can’t even promise that I won’t do it again because I know I’ll fuck it up again. I have a role I must play. I can’t pretend anymore it’s something I can fight and disobey. Sure I can cut corners, do shit out of sight, out of mind, but it doesn’t change the fact.” He released her and took a step back. “I love you Meryl. You are absolutely a light I could never be able to go without. I want to change, if only for you, if only to hold you once more in my arms. I’ve missed you so much. But you can exist without me. You don’t need this fucking malicious piece of shit.” He waved his hands towards his entirety, scowling deeply. “Don’t forgive me. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you. I want you, fuck I’d silence everything around us just to keep you to myself.” He laughed but it wasn’t in genuine humor. There was a manic disappointment in only himself. As Belial covered his face and gripped the sides of his temple he muttered out loud. “That’s insane. I’m insane. I’m working on that.” He dragged his hands down his face and tried to smile at the woman that wanted to forgive the Devil. “Tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do it. Tell me to fuck off and never come back. Tell me to walk into the suns.”

“I can’t bring myself to leave otherwise. When you’ve been my only home for so long.”

derringer-merylstryfe

“E-each other’s… haunting?” She shivered as he came close, but didn’t step away. “You didn’t do that on purpose? Wait…but it was you?” She looked up at him with glossy eyes. “What you said.. what you did…” Her face burned at the thought.

She covered her cheeks in her hands, looking away, but never moving from where he stood. She could smell him. Cigarettes and cologne. She missed that smell. “I… want to forgive you.” She told him softly. “I mean that.. But… you hurt my friends… our friends.”

☨- Belial had half expected her to step away from, maybe even tell him to piss off, but she stood her ground. Meryl always did. “I’m an asshole, but I am a being of my word. You asked me to leave you alone...” He sighed at the sight of her flushed face, a spark of joy ignited in him, that he could make her blush still. “It’s...More than likely both our desires just chain-linked together.” He wasn’t entirely sure how it had worked. He was capable of dream walking, causing nightmares, breaking the walls of human’s imagination limits. But to make love so vivid in visions behind closed eyelids? He wouldn’t shove it back in her face that she had answered him so boldly in return in their wet dream. 

Belial took the risk to remove her hands from her cheeks, the urge to kiss her palms and her sweet face just about devoured his next decision. But he reframed. Only holding them and rubbing his thumbs over her fingers. “You don’t need to forgive me Meryl. I hurt you, the people you cared about, the people I cared about.  I betrayed everyone’s kindness and chances they gave me. Even if it was something I couldn’t control...It’s not enough to excuse my actions. I’m sorry. I should have...I should have just talked to you. When I felt like I was beginning to crack. I should have been able to confide in you. I didn’t. I was too fearful. Paranoid at the thought you’d--.” Belial clenched his jaw. The flashes of the violence he displayed and the terror in their faces, her face, that had trusted him always a reminder. “You shouldn’t.” 

“I’m not a good guy. Hell I’m not even at best decent. I can’t even promise that I won’t do it again because I know I’ll fuck it up again. I have a role I must play. I can’t pretend anymore it’s something I can fight and disobey. Sure I can cut corners, do shit out of sight, out of mind, but it doesn’t change the fact.” He released her and took a step back. “I love you Meryl. You are absolutely a light I could never be able to go without. I want to change, if only for you, if only to hold you once more in my arms. I’ve missed you so much. But you can exist without me. You don’t need this fucking malicious piece of shit.” He waved his hands towards his entirety, scowling deeply. “Don’t forgive me. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you. I want you, fuck I’d silence everything around us just to keep you to myself.” He laughed but it wasn’t in genuine humor. There was a manic disappointment in only himself. As Belial covered his face and gripped the sides of his temple he muttered out loud. “That’s insane. I’m insane. I’m working on that.” He dragged his hands down his face and tried to smile at the woman that wanted to forgive the Devil. “Tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do it. Tell me to fuck off and never come back. Tell me to walk into the suns.”

“I can’t bring myself to leave otherwise. When you’ve been my only home for so long.”

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derringer-merylstryfe

She watched as he formed before her. She should have been scared. She was.. just not for the reasons she should have been. In her head she was playing through every possible scenario when they first began to speak. He was the one that left… He left her. She knew that. So why was she calling him back. She wasn’t desperate. That’s not her. It’s never been her.

Instead she simply sighed and crossed her arms. Her iron walls were up, higher than she could even see over. “That wasn’t fair.” She grumbled. She didn’t know why it wasn’t. He didn’t control being in her dreams. Did he even know he was there? Did he know what he’d done to her? Did he know how soaked her panties were beneath her lounge pants?

God she hoped he didn’t.

“You… you left. You can’t just… just do that…”

☨- Belial for a brief second could not register what she was saying. Yes he left, he left because she asked him to. It was the least he could after breaking her heart. But what else did he do?...His brows scrunched together as he stared down at her while her walls shielded to keep him out. Did he need to leave? Should he apologize and just promise to never disturb her again? His brain racked with ideas of what was the right thing to do from what others try to teach him. 

“I...I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leav--...But it was better for you wasn't it? You deserve someone that didn’t-...” He breathed in, about to retreat, to give her back her space. Possibly she accidently summoned him. Soon as he inhaled he froze. That scent. Why didn’t he pick it up sooner? Belial enclosed the space between him and Meryl. The dream he had night prior. Did they both? He locked his eyes with her lounge pants for a moment, her words replaying in his head. The boxers he wore becoming uncomfortable tight. “So we’ve been haunting each other’s dreams...”

derringer-merylstryfe

She watched as he formed before her. She should have been scared. She was.. just not for the reasons she should have been. In her head she was playing through every possible scenario when they first began to speak. He was the one that left… He left her. She knew that. So why was she calling him back. She wasn’t desperate. That’s not her. It’s never been her.

Instead she simply sighed and crossed her arms. Her iron walls were up, higher than she could even see over. “That wasn’t fair.” She grumbled. She didn’t know why it wasn’t. He didn’t control being in her dreams. Did he even know he was there? Did he know what he’d done to her? Did he know how soaked her panties were beneath her lounge pants?

God she hoped he didn’t.

“You… you left. You can’t just… just do that…”

☨- Belial for a brief second could not register what she was saying. Yes he left, he left because she asked him to. It was the least he could after breaking her heart. But what else did he do?...His brows scrunched together as he stared down at her while her walls shielded to keep him out. Did he need to leave? Should he apologize and just promise to never disturb her again? His brain racked with ideas of what was the right thing to do from what others try to teach him. 

“I...I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leav--...But it was better for you wasn't it? You deserve someone that didn’t-...” He breathed in, about to retreat, to give her back her space. Possibly she accidently summoned him. Soon as he inhaled he froze. That scent. Why didn’t he pick it up sooner? Belial enclosed the space between him and Meryl. The dream he had night prior. Did they both? He locked his eyes with her lounge pants for a moment, her words replaying in his head. The boxers he wore becoming uncomfortable tight. “So we’ve been haunting each other’s dreams...”

[perpetualshade]

☨- Aw, shit. Landmine indeed. Belial jerked back to her so fast the blankets flew off the bed. Snatching her to his chest into a bear tight hug. "Fuck Meryl that's not at all what I meant." He quickly assured her, a bit of growl in his tone. She would make a damn good mother. The thought of her waddling around with his cubs had more than once plagued his fractured mind.

"...You're hips are perfect for carrying lil ones around, your love could feed a whole pride of gremlins for a lifetimes." He stared down at her with the most devoted love and regret for his uncarefully spoken words. "...I was speaking about..." He gently placed her back on the floor and wrapped his robe around her. "I meant having a kid with someone like me."

derringer-merylstryfe

She’d been around him with others. She’d seen the way he held himself. Powerful. Guarded. Confident. So when she woke up, turned to see him calm and relaxed against her, she found herself in awe. The way he looked when he didn’t have to look powerful. That’s what she missed. This Belial. Her Belial. She kissed his chin. She knew it wouldn’t take much to wake him up. It never did. “You broke me, sir. I expect an apology.” She murmured. 

☨- The sleeping darkness could be heard deeply purring, thou he would argue that it was just his bad habit of snoring. He was so comfortable lying there next to her, it felt nostalgic of how he would slumber in his once primordial days before energy flowed. She was right however that he was easy to wake. Groaning in slight displeasure but pawing out his big hands searching until he could grasp and squeeze some part of her. Mostly her hip or her ass. “Mm-sorry for breakin’ your table.” He mumbled sleepily. “And your window…The wall.”

 Brows scrunched together first before he cracked a single black snake eye at her. “You ok?” The concern was coated despite his snarky mood. Slowly turning to lay on his stomach, he used the pillow to prop himself up, giving her a once over. She was breathtaking, with her bed hair, the markings of passion left on her, and how serene she sound when speaking to him. 

“Damn you’re fuckin pretty lookin like that.”

[perpetualshade]

derringer-merylstryfe

She listened to his half assed apologies with a chuckle. He could fix it. He could buy more. And he would. She’d make sure of it. She tucked her head under his chin. “I’ll be okay.” She murmured. “A little gentler next time though. I’m going to hurt for days.” There was another small laugh at that. “But I really did miss you.”

She placed her hand on his chest and pretended she could hear his heart beating. If he had one, she knew it’d be beating for her. “And before you start, I don’t want any more apologies. You owe those to others. Not me.”

☨-Belial motioned himself to lay on his back again, lifting Meryl to lay on top of him so he could align her heartbeat to his blank one. Feeling the life, her energy, flowing steadily and healthily. He wouldn’t tell her how often he desired to check on her, paranoid about her safety. But constantly just convinced himself it wasn’t his right. 

 “If it helps assure you, I have apologized to them.” He admitted placing a hand on her back to rub and soothe any soreness she might have gained from being on the hard surfaces during their fun. “Can’t say it went well for most. Which I get.” He reached into her bedside nightstand and was pleased to see that his smokes were still there. Lighting one up for his breakfast. “You said next time. Is that meanin’...We can try again?” Belial was almost hesitate to ask, but the need for affirmation filled his smoke acquainted lungs. 

derringer-merylstryfe

She listened to his half assed apologies with a chuckle. He could fix it. He could buy more. And he would. She’d make sure of it. She tucked her head under his chin. “I’ll be okay.” She murmured. “A little gentler next time though. I’m going to hurt for days.” There was another small laugh at that. “But I really did miss you.”

She placed her hand on his chest and pretended she could hear his heart beating. If he had one, she knew it’d be beating for her. “And before you start, I don’t want any more apologies. You owe those to others. Not me.”

☨-Belial motioned himself to lay on his back again, lifting Meryl to lay on top of him so he could align her heartbeat to his blank one. Feeling the life, her energy, flowing steadily and healthily. He wouldn’t tell her how often he desired to check on her, paranoid about her safety. But constantly just convinced himself it wasn’t his right. 

 “If it helps assure you, I have apologized to them.” He admitted placing a hand on her back to rub and soothe any soreness she might have gained from being on the hard surfaces during their fun. “Can’t say it went well for most. Which I get.” He reached into her bedside nightstand and was pleased to see that his smokes were still there. Lighting one up for his breakfast. “You said next time. Is that meanin’...We can try again?” Belial was almost hesitate to ask, but the need for affirmation filled his smoke acquainted lungs.