#uzaeris

[alcamcat]

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Seduce Me the otome

Headcanons:

What do they miss?

Their first "wtf" Moment

What were they thinking

Try this food

Difficult to learn

Nightmares

Use unique ability

First encounters with humans

Their kinks (smut)

Favorite position (smut)

True form

Scenarios:

"Accidental touch" (mildly suggestive)

Take it further (nsfw) – James - Erik - Sam - Matthew - Damien

fraternal support – James – Erik – Sam – Matthew – Damien

Gardening with James

James' depressed lover (tw: depression)

First time with Matthew (nsfw)

Time for three (nsfw)

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Mr Love: Queen's Choice

Fics:  

Coming home (Gavinxfemale) Part 1 (slightly NSFW) / Part 2 (NSFW) – Gavin is on his way home after a long mission, but he never imagined what awaited him...

[krys-does-art-stuff]

My favorite incuboi for Valentines Day.

Feb 2019

[dewdropdive]

i am sad so i am once again turning to my now long term fictional boyfriend who has treated me far kinder than any human who has had interest in me:

Erik Anderson / Uzaeris

currently crying as i am being comforted by a fictional incubus’ voice :,D

[new-tella-us]

Okay for the longest time I’ve been saying how close Erik and Damien are but I never really showed it so here it is.

The Uzaeris and Izroul of the past.

Long ago, before all the expectations and heartache, the boys used to be fairly different. Would you believe me if I told you Erik liked to roughhouse? He’s still part brute after all. That’s just how they played. Even after all the brutes had been massacred, even within the cold, stone walls of the palace; that tradition lived on in the new generation of brute demons. It was a favorite pass time of the young Erik and Damien. It was never encouraged by any of the wives, especially Kalipo who didn’t want her child partaking in roughhousing or any other brute-ish activities. So they kept their fun a secret from their moms.

By some of the nicer staff, the young bastard was often called “The Princes’ Shadow” as he always followed behind or beside one of his brothers. Usually Erik. Not that any of the princes minded. They seemed to even like the company. He was a curious child, asking questions about basically everything… some things don’t change I suppose.

Over time though, these activities would get rarer as the Demon Lord got more strict and eventually they would stop. Around a similar time, the staff got crueler towards Damien and slowly, the two would drift away from the joyful children they once were. They would keep their closeness though.

[xxxavxx]

So, In my own re write of Seduce me, I put a lot of thought into how exactly the biology of Incubi and Succubi work. It's a known fact that Demons of Lilith are vastly the majority in the Demon world because of their nature to breed. However, in my rewrite I wanna touch on more about how exactly it works in my rewrite and what differences I made.

In my personal rewrite, the incubi’s demon forms are waaaay different. Of course they have their signature horns and Lilith markings, however they gain some of their physical attributes from their other halves. I always found it disappointing that the boys’ demon forms didn’t look more..demon like? Originally it made sense since the first succubus was originally human, so it would make sense that incubi and succubi would look more akin to humans. However, the boys aren’t pure blooded incubi. It makes sense for Diana to look the way she does, but for the boys I feel like there could’ve been much more to their demon forms. Being that Incubi and Succubi have the strong urge to breed, its very common for them to mingle with other demon races. Which means the gene pool can get muddled very quickly.

So because of that, Incubi and Succubi can look vastly different from each other. Of course in canon its much different, having the Lilith gene is the most powerful gene in the demon world. Which is why the boys look more like incubi with almost to no physical Brute attributes or attributes of their other halves. I however changed this because I believe in monster boys that actually look like monsters supremacy.

The Incubi in my rewrite look more like…well demons. I will go into detail about their appearances in a different post since this is more of an overall post on how demon genes work. Of course the Lilith gene is still incredibly strong but it won’t completely write over the other genes if the incubus or succubus aren’t pure blood.

Which is why majority of demons of Lilith use glamours. Let me explain. Among demons of Lilith, there is a huge need for purity. Of course not sexually speaking, but more bloodline wise. Pure blood demons of Lilith are incredibly powerful, being the highest ranking demons of the land. Majority of other incubi and succubi want to be just like them. Diana’s pure bloodline is something that almost every other incubus or succubus is envious over. Blood and power is everything in the demon world. So, to appear more like the first succubus, they glamour themselves to look more akin to her. Getting rid of added traits given to them from their non Demon of Lilith parent or ancestors, only leaving them with the horns and Lilith taint.

Of course this also means that the four succubi queens and their sons also glamour themselves. Not Damien and his mother however, they don’t get that luxury.

Its very rare that the boys show what they truly look like, being that they’ve been glamoured for practically their whole lives. But just because its rare, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t happen. There’s a story that was once told, back in the demon lord’s castle. A servant was sent to fetch a new supply of glamour potions for the eldest since he had just ran out of his own supply. The servants have been commenting on how the eldest had been running out faster and faster but their concerns were quickly brushed aside. The lone servant had retrieved the Prince’s supply of glamour, however she failed to knock before entering his chambers.

The poor servant girl, afterwards she was never the same. Jumpy almost at every noise, incredibly skittish, always on edge. She acted like everyone was out to get her. Or something was out to get her. There were times she would go into manic episodes saying how something was going to “eat her alive.” Once the Demon Lord got tired of her constant panic, he swiftly got rid of her. No one ever knew what had gotten into her, or what had happened. Uzaeris remembered asking his brother Raestrao on what had happened, but he refused to comment.

[sweet-self-indulgence]

Ingot bleeding through bandages on the wheel, I think that would be cool with Mika and Sam, whichever one is bleeding is up to you!

I have too many ideas for this! Here's one but I think I'll do a follow-up to it soon!

I really wanted to post this for Halloween, but I didn't have time to edit at all. So the real horror will be my typos!

Bleeding Out

What is says on the tin: warnings for graphic depictions of blood and gore

Mika hates when it’s her job to stay behind The house feels hollow when they’re not home. So, she sits in the front lawn, worrying the red string tied around her finger while she fails to read the book flopped open in the grass in front of her.  

Suddenly the string pulls taught. Mika’s body tenses.

I have to get inside. The spell is strongest there.

The book is abandoned as Mika sprints to the front door and yanks it open. The second her feet cross the threshold she’s shouting

“Raestrao! Uzaeris! Aomaris! Zecaeru! Izroul!”

Mika blinks away the blinding effects of five strobes of bright white light.

The scene is hauntingly familiar. The lobby floor is painted red with blood. It has a surprisingly strong metallic smell. A scent that Mika now recognizes as demon blood. Five boys-no incubi- are strewn across cool marble. Mika’s stomach churns. She fights the bile rising in her throat through uneven breaths.

For a moment the world stands still, an eerie echo of that fateful day all those years ago.

Then, like a painting come to life, the figures begin to stir. They grunt as they push themselves upright.

Mika lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and finally manages to take in the reality of the situation. Matthew is closest to her, rotating his right shoulder and wincing. Mika kneels next to him and prys his left hand from away from his shoulder blade and into her lap. The hoodie underneath is wet with blood, but intact.

Before she can open her mouth to question him, Matthew locks eyes with her and calmly states, “I’m okay. My throwing arm is just tired.” He winces as he tries to lift his right arm, “Okay, maybe bruised…”

She gives him a small smile and helps him to his feet by his good arm. Mika glances around the rest of the room.

James is standing in front of one set of stairs, wiping blood from a cut on his cheek with a handkerchief. As if sensing Mika’s gaze, he turns to look at her. The lenses of his glasses are cracked. He pulls them off his face and frowns at them, before finally making eye contact with Mika and reassuring her, “It’s just a scrape from a bit of this glass—” He gestures with the mangled frames in his hands, “I am fine.”

Mika’s eyes flick to Damien shaking his head as he sits on the floor to her left. His entire right side is covered in blood. Mika falls to her knees in front of him. Damien looks up at her in alarm and his hand comes to the side of his head and comes away bloody. He looks down at his hand confused.

He doesn’t seem to be in pain. Mika notes and then quietly asks, “Is that your blood?”

He shakes his head. His eyes seem a little unfocused, Mika worries.

Suddenly Erik is beside her, his fingers gently trace his brother’s head, neck, and chest. The faintest purple glow emanates from his fingertips. “He’s pretty drained, and I bet feeling a bit whiplashed from the summoning.” Damien’s nod confirms his older brother’s diagnosis. Erik gently pats Damien’s head as he explains, “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that he had about a dozen of his show clones out, that spell was severed rather suddenly by your summoning.”

Mika nods, then looks over at Erik. His left arm is holding his torso tightly. “Here, let me take a look”, Mika gently pulls at his sleeve.

“Oh I’ll live” Erik complains as he acquiesces, “Just caught a nasty kick to the ribs!”

Mika relaxes a fraction. They heal so fast they’ll probably wake up totally fine in the morning.A small smile pulls at her lips. This is just like that first time. I half expect someone to steal a kiss-

Mika’s face suddenly falls. She’s checked on everyone expect for—

“SAM!”

Her eyes are drawn like magnets to the pool of blood in the middle of the room, in the middle of it lies Sam. Or rather, Aomaris, in full demon form.

“nonononono”, Mika whispers under her breath. Her feet nearly slide out from under her as she sprints through the ever-growing pool of blood. Her knees land heavily at Sam’s side with a sickening splash.

Mika’s hands hover uselessly over the gaping hole in his abdomen. Oh God, his whole liver is gone, and maybe half of that lung. Her fingers twitch midair. It’s so close to his heart. Wait, does she even have a liver? Or any organs?

A thick pad of gauze suddenly lands in her hands, Matthew helps her press it over the wound. His voice shakes, “You hold it there, okay?” Mika nods silently and watches out of the corner of her eye as Matthew pulls out a strange looking sponge and starts soaking up the blood on the floor.

James and Erik are on the other side of Sam barking quickly at each other in Latin. Mika can feel the rapid-fire spells working through the layer of gauze under her hands.

She startles her hands are suddenly wet. “Matthew!”, her voice sounds high and desperate.

Matthew holds and even thicker bandage over Mika’s fingers, “swap in 3, 2, 1.” Mika chucks the soaking wad of gauze onto the floor and presses firmly on the fresh bandage Matthew placed.

A wordless scream suddenly rips its way out of Sam. Mika struggles to hold the compress in place as he writhes. Damien skitters across the floor on all fours, stopping by Sam’s head and clamping it between his hands. Sam suddenly goes limp and Damien rests his head in his lap.

The new gauze is ruined. “Matthew” Mika calls and they repeat the process to switch bandages. After a few seconds she murmurs, “he looks so pale…”

Erik calls for Matthew and he brings over the odd blood-soaked sponge. Erik digs the fingers of one hand into it while the other remains on Sam’s chest. As the blood slowly drains from the sponge, Sam feels incrementally warmer under Mika’s hands.

Damien hisses and holds his head with one hand. Sam moans lowly. James glances at Erik, who nods, before sliding behind Damien. James guides Damien’s hand back down to Sam’s head while resting his cheek on Damien’s hair. Damien slumps back into this brother, letting Jame’s fully support his weight while he concentrates on Sam.

“Mika!” Her name snaps her attention back to her hands, they’re so wet she didn’t feel the blood oozing under her fingers. She snatches the soaked bandage away just as Matthew produces a fresh one.

They continue their vigil for some time. Erik speaking in Latin almost continuously, maintaining a number of spells knitting furiously in Sam’s abdomen. James supplying Damien with the energy to keep Sam unconscious while Matthew and Mika swap out  bandage after bandage. Matthew tosses the old ones near the sponge in Erik’s hand where they slowly dissolve.

Eventually, Matthew leans his head on Mika’s shoulder in a wordless request for more energy. Mika leans her head onto his in answer. She tries to ignore the new wave of pain as she strains her arms and hands.

Glamor spells flicker out one by one. Damien grimaces as his horns and markings suddenly materialize. James pets his hair soothingly but returns to his true form only a few moments later. Matthew frowns as the next gauze pad he produces is noticeably thinner. He sits up as his horns materialize on the sides of his head and heaves a great sigh before producing another compress.

Erik grits his teeth. Mika’s only familiar with a handful of Latin phrases from her limited knowledge of spells, but she’s pretty sure he’s just cursing now.

Mika resists the urge to twitch her fingers against the uncomfortable sensation as they dry. Dry? She glances at the latest bandage, it’s still white apart from her bloody handprints.

As she looks back up there’s an audible fizzle and then a whoop from Erik, now unglamoured as well, “That’s it! I got it! There’s no more poison!”

There’s a moment of celebration. Everyone with free hands claps Erik on the back. The sense of elation is short-lived as exhaustion rolls quickly in behind it.

James props Sam upright while Mika, Matthew, and Erik quickly tie a bandage around his middle. They manage to lift him and settle him on the couch. James and Erik sit in the arm chairs and quickly fall asleep. Matthew and Damien pass out in a pile on the smaller couch. Mika curls up by the side of the couch and rests her head on the cushion near Sam’s chest.

She doesn’t realize she’s fallen asleep until a movement disturbs her. She opens her eyes to see Sam’s smiling face, “You all look like shit.”

[la1n3ybaby]

yall thought it was over?

nah bitch, kalipo gets her time to shine too.

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Istorae’s Story (James’s mother)

History:

Regarded as the most beautiful girl to ever grace the abyssal plains, Kalipo was born into an upper class family known for their attractive women and successful businesses. From a young age, Kalipo knew what she was born for, and worse, what men would always want from her. When she was just 65 (13), she became involved with her tutor. Although it had to be kept secret, he was her first love. She would have done anything to make him happy, because when Kalipo fell in love, she fell hard. So hard she couldn’t not tell her dearest sister about her love affair. Just as soon as it had started, her beloved tutor was gone. He was sent away by her mother after Kalipo’s sister had snitched and Kalipo was sent to live with her aunt in the nearby kingdom for reform.

It wasn’t much longer before a new interest found her, however. Another man, her aunt’s butler, would catch her eye, and her, him. This relationship was even shorter than the last. They were caught by her aunt and Kalipo was alone yet again. Her view of love and worth were shaped by what these men desired of her and when they were gone, she was nothing.

Not much is known about her life before becoming The Demon Lord’s second wife because of her “promiscuous” nature. It is said that she became Istorae’s lady in waiting before the first Queen disappeared. Suddenly, Kalipo took her place. The Demon Lord loved her beauty and youth, much in contrast, as he saw it, to his lesser ex-wife. Kalipo loved that he provided for her and her family, helping them climb the societal latter. They were betrothed only 3 years after Istorae’s disappearance and birthed Uzaeris only a year later.

Kalipo, though happy with her new life, was lonely. She had no friends in the castle and was haunted by what became of Istorae. In the corner of her eye, she swore she could see a gold soul floating around, torturing her. Her only vice was one of The Demon Lord’s mates, Hanith. They began a friendship over the next 6 years that began to occupy Kalipo’s time. She found his presence calming, much in contrast to The Demon Lord’s short temper, and he became her first male friend. Strictly friend, because she loved her husband beyond all else.

Her husband didn’t feel the same, apparently. When Kalipo discovered that he was stepping outside their marriage, she was crushed. She ran to Hanith, hoping for his comfort during this turbulent time, and comfort he provided. He provided so much ease for her, in fact, that it didn’t take much to convince her that it was only fair to repay him. If her husband could betray her like that, why could she not do the same?

Unfortunately, Hanith was not different from any of the other men in her life. As all before him had done, he left her when he got what he wanted. When Hanith told The Demon Lord of her sin, she was sent to the same fate as the bride before her.

The loyal girl that once danced around her palace and sang sweetly to her son was replaced by a bitter woman who couldn’t stand the sight of men, even the one she bore. She knew the evil buried in each of their souls so deeply intertwined with their sex that even her own son would not be immune. Knowing this, Kalipo would raise her son to be at his fullest potential. If men were born to abuse women in the way that she was abused time and time again, the least she could do for Uzaeris was teach him how to be a gentleman before sinking in his teeth.

Appearance:

(i actually added horns this time 💀)

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

Her 'Near Death' Experience

Platonic Reader X Incubi

So, my charger just caught on fire like two hours ago. Thus, this fic was born.

Mika laid on the couch, her head on Damien’s lap as he gently played with her hair. Erik sat on the other end of the couch, giving her a foot massage, and Sam sat on the floor as Mika idly combed through his hair, using her free hand to scroll on TikTok. James and Matthew were preparing snacks for their movie night, and the others had decided to just relax as they waited.

Finally, James and Matthew joined the group, setting the food, which ranged from popcorn to candy to cheesecake, on the large coffee table. Mika looked at the charge on her phone, which read 23 percent, and sat up. “I’m gonna go plug my phone up, I’ll be quick.”

Sam rolled his eyes, silently mourning the feeling of her fingers against his scalp. “Hurry, doofus. I wanna watch this movie.”

Mika nodded before rushing up the stairs and walking in her room. She walked over towards the outlet near her bed, quickly finding her charger. It was pretty worn out, some of the wires visible, and she was definitely due to buy a new one. I’ll buy one later this week.

However, as Mika went to pick it up from her floor, the sudden popping sound and flames made her fall backwards and shriek. “AOMARIS, IZROUL, ZECEARU, RAESTRAO, UZAERIS”

With each summoning, the bright white light and gust of wind that would occur with a summoning became a few seconds longer before finally dying out. The incubi all stared at the odd sight they’d been called to, and Mika, who was sitting against the furthest wall, looking almost deathly pale. 

James was the first to speak, walking towards Mika as she seemed to have a moment of realization. “Miss, is everything alright?”

Mika began to remember what’d happened, and before she could defend her impromptu summoning of the boys, Damien began to chuckle quietly, making Mika glare at him in disbelief. “Don’t laugh at me, I thought I was gonna die!” She said, quickly standing up.

Damien cleared his throat and stopped laughing but became hysterical as Matthew gasped in horror. “DIE?”

Erik chuckled slightly, walking towards her and gently bringing her knuckles to his lips. “Now Princess, you know we’d protect you from anything.”

Sam began to grow impatient, just wanting to watch the damn movie. “Doofus, what the hell did you call us for? And what’s that smell?” He asked, making the others notice the slight burning smell in the air.

Mika began to glare at the floor, as if it were the cause of her predicament. “My charger just sparked, and I thought it had caught on fire.” she mumbled, and James cleared his throat, obviously amused.

He walked over to the charger, which had completely snapped, and lifted the two pieces up to show the others. “You mean, this charger?”

As Mika looked at the state of her charger, her jaw dropped. “How does that even happen?” Matthew asked, laughing in disbelief.

Erik raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Princess, if I may. I believe we’d discussed you needing a new charger soon. Would-” He was cut off by his own giggles. “Would this be the charger in question?”

Mika began to laugh, holding her hand over her mouth as she tried to take in everything that happened. It wasn’t long before all of the incubi were laughing as well. Sam, Mika and Matthew ended up curling over themselves on the floor while Erik, James and Damien were standing, trying to hold themselves upright. Eventually the group calmed down and went to watch the movie. The rest of the night was perfect, even with the constant teasing and jokes about Mika’s ‘near death’ experience.

[tealincubusspeckles]

Reverse Summons

This is an old draft I have been hanging onto that I am not sure if I should expand. The idea is Harold never showed back up and the brother's never made it to the human world. Yet, Diana and James want to host a Rebellion. Desperate times call for desperate measures and the group ask Damien to call on his second pained memory.

There is one person Izroul will never forget: Harold, the elderly man who treated him with kindness. It has been about a full year since that moment, but Harold never came back. Of course, offering a harem woman’s son freedom must have been a cruel joke. Many demons have heard the stories of humans being unjust, but Izroul had hoped this one was different. Even though he proved naïve, Izroul could not muster up any hatred towards Harold. The human had treated him differently and offered him a dream to live for. Yet, Harold’s offer must have been how heaven choose to remind him of his existence. His life and abilities constantly caused his mother to relive trauma. Also, He was born a demon. Heaven detested demons because of Lilith’s stance against Adam and her words towards God. Izroul could only blame himself for hoping that Heaven would free him from this hell. From that day, Izroul swore that his life was a penance for wrongs he could not control. Although his brothers refuted this claim, nothing has proved otherwise. Izroul was simply a stain as black as his demon markings. But, he cannot deny that his brothers making living tolerable.

Izroul’s brothers are the only ones who believe him and can prove that Harold existed. However, the brothers could not utter a word or attempt a seeking spell because of their status. Anywhere the brothers went and who they interacted with often became castle gossip. Aside from the lack of privacy, Raestro was being forced to marry the princess of Lilith's castle. All energy, preparation, and eyes of the castle ensured Raestro could not escape. Since Raestro could not leave, then none of them would either. The brothers would not leave each other behind. As the year came to a close, Raestro was married. While, Izroul isolated himself into the shadows, only coming forth to feed or respond to his brothers.

Despite the marriage being a symbol of peace, the Demon Lord’s will clashed with the goals of the new couple. A week after the wedding, the Demon Lord’s entitlement to his throne arose. The brothers, the new queen, and the army of Lilith fought to silence the Demon Lord by force. A drastic measure, but one the brothers insisted needed to be done. Their father went mad for power, and there was no cure for madness. So even as the year rolled to a close, the war continued.

It has been a year and six months since Harold's last appearance, and the war started. The brothers and those loyal to Raestro are sheltered in Lilith Castle. Teachers and parents taught young children fighting skills. Despite the move, everyone was stuck in another hopeless cycle of doom. Until Uzaeris made a sudden request to have materials to seek Harold. Sure, the idea of seeking a human sounded bonkers. But, from Izroul’s description, Harold was not a mere human slave of the Abyssal Plains. Human slaves suffered through living nightmares and rarely survived. If Harold looked healthy, then he must have come from another world. Only beings with great powers can communicate and open portals to other worlds. Maybe Harold was the key to winning this war. If the rebels against the Demon Lord won the war, they would save many lives. With the war’s current stalemate and the intention of preventing further bloodshed, Raestro agreed to provide materials for the spell. Ezeaur, the new queen, offered to help Uzaeris with the spell as she knew about the Five Worlds. Thus, the spell preparation to find Harold began!

With Uzaris and Ezeaur working together, in two months, they completed the spell. However, to search the Five Worlds, the spell needed an immense source of power. Currently, the strongest living powers in the Abyssal Plains were Ezeaur and the Demon Lord. Both were pure-blooded demon races. However, considering they required the strongest fighters to fight, Ezeaur was out of the question. The second-strongest powers were the brothers, since they came from the Demon Lord’s bloodline. Aside from power, the spell required a target. Izroul was the only one who knew Harold’s magic signature and appearance first hand. As such, Izroul was chosen to talk and make a deal with Harold. Gathered around the spell circle, the brothers hoped for the best and focused their energy into the spell. The circle’s glow bathed the room in light as the floor became like glass floating above the grey clouds. Was it raining where Harold was? Izroul let out a breath and focused his mind on the feeling, energy, and looks of Harold. Unexpectedly, when the storm clouds cleared sitting in the center of the circle was not an old man, but a young woman!

[kagejima]

I knew it. I KNEW YOU'D BE A JAMES GIRLIE but Damien deserves more fans. Also, if you bad mouth Simon Tabby, I will have your head. He may juat be a squirrel but I would not only kill but die for him. Also, without giving too much away right off the bat... My favorite is Uzaeris and I physically cannot shut up about him and his subtle breeding kink...

HAVE FUN LMAO

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LMAOOOO ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT ABOUT THIS GAME!!!!! ty for suggesting it, bb mwah mwah 😚

[sharkylass]

Good Evening Seduce Me Fandom.

I was extremely inspired to redesign the Lilith designs in the game, after seeing @moonymoss​ ‘s take on them!

Quality separate images, under cut! (And Diana with wings👀)

The boy’s outfits are based on them before they came to the human world (and it’s relevant cause of all of them wearing royal capes, and James being tired out of his mind) Diana is from during the war. MEANING, I might do another post with how the boys would look currently! (And maybe a potential Diana human form redesign, who knows.)

BUT YES, THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO ME BLABBER, ENJOY!

[alcamcat]

Erik’s fraternal support

The brothers have a very strong bond and have always tried to support each other, even in the Abyssal Plains. Now that they are in the human world, they are freer in their actions and they continue to help each other even without magic. How does Erik show his support? A glimpse at how he uses his own skills to help his brothers. (The other brothers get their own scenarios)            

-I don't own the game or the characters-

Erik is one of the brothers who are generally a bit quieter. That's one of the reasons why his brothers are always happy to reach out to him when they're stressed or just want to withdraw for a bit without really being alone. Because of the education he received in his old life, Erik has a good sense of when one of his brothers might need a calming influence. The first few weeks and months in the new world are challenging for the five and Erik likes to help his brothers to make it a little easier for them. Especially his older brother James never really had the time to relax or just let go. For this reason, Erik helps him out in the kitchen from time to time. In these cases, Erik will not ask many questions or discuss. He'll just do what James tells him to do. Most of the time he helps by doing the prep work, simple cutting jobs while James rants to himself because another brother has done something stupid or he is generally upset about something. If James wants to talk about it afterwards, Erik is prepared, but he doesn't push it. When it comes to spreading some relaxation and calm, Erik also likes to use a piano or another instrument, which he has learned to use almost to perfection a long time ago. Especially Matthew, one of the brothers who is rather bright and restless, can relax better with the euphonious notes of various pieces and melodies. Usually it doesn't take long once Erik starts playing and he feels his brother's presence. Matthew won't sit down next to him, but will find a comfortable spot within the room. Whether he continues to play with what he had in his hand at the time or simply closes his eyes, Erik will know at the latest when Matthew has baked his favorite pastries a few days later that his brother has enjoyed the break.

The day had been rather relaxed. They hadn't been in this town long, hadn't seen all the sights by a long shot, but at least a few of his brothers, himself included, had found new food sources. They wanted to end the evening with a meal together, so James went shopping with Sam and Matthew while Erik stayed at home and watched a documentary about polar shifts with Damien.

Just before the documentary ended, the front door opened and a grumpy Sam entered. "It wasn't my fault!" he called behind him as he balanced grocery bags on his arms to carry them to the kitchen. "Of course. Who else would be stupid enough to try that?” Matthew followed him, laughing. But it was James, who appeared in the door last, that caught Erik's attention. On the outside he seemed normal, almost relaxed, but Erik recognized from the minimally changed posture how annoyed his big brother really was.

A few minutes later the tumult had died down. Sam and Matthew sat laughing in front of the games console while Damien watched them from the armchair. James had retired to the kitchen to put away the groceries and then prepare dinner. Erik took the chance and slipped into the kitchen. "What can I do?" James looked up at his brother's words, his shoulders tensing briefly before relaxing. "You can cut the mushrooms if you want."

Humming with a nod, Erik walked over to the kitchen counter, picked up a cutting board and began slicing mushrooms while James went back to the groceries. It didn't take long for James to start speaking softly, as if he were talking to himself. " It was a pyramid. A pyramid of bean cans. There were even some left on the shelf. And what does Sam do? He sees it as a challenge to pull cans out of the middle. Of course, the pyramid collapsed, he didn't even consider which cans aren't important to hold the basic structure together..."

While James continued to grumble, Erik couldn't help but grin. He could understand why his brother, who preferred to have everything in order, reacted so stunned to Sam's admittedly stupid idea. Even if Erik himself would have liked to see it. The longer James' monologue lasted, the more Erik could see out of the corner of his eye how his brother calmed down. Sometimes it was enough for James to be heard while being annoyed, sometimes he wanted his brother's approval. Either way, Erik was there for him, wanting to reassure him that he could count on his brothers.

And his plan worked. Less than an hour later the meal was served and he and his four brothers were sitting at the table laughing and joking. Sam's idiotic idea was forgotten and they ended the evening as they had planned. Together, sitting at a table, neither of them having to worry about what to say or how to behave. Well almost, because James wouldn't be the oldest if he didn't at least take a stab at Sam and Matthew's eating manners once. And the way the two brothers reacted to the rebuke was exactly what they had planned.

Two days later, Matthew was on an over-the-top high like Erik hadn't seen in a while. His second youngest brother had been at a club with Damien and Sam, had apparently received more than a little sexual energy, and could barely sit still for a few minutes. It wasn't that Erik really thought his brother was being childish, rather he suspected that Matthew actually had a problem channeling excess energy into something productive when he wasn't having clear goals.

Matthew's demeanor then reminded him a little of James's, albeit James was much more reserved and considered, as both were driven by the need to achieve something. In those moments, Erik couldn't do much more than try to give Matthew a helping hand without letting Matthew feel offended. After a short internal debate, Erik decided to relax him with some music.

It never lasted more than five minutes. A few minutes after sitting down at the piano, Erik heard someone enter the room. He didn't have to turn around to know it was Matthew. James was out shopping and Damien had managed to convince Sam to take him to an exhibition on antique human tools.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Matthew, who had just pulled a small, white stuffed animal out of his hoodie, sitting down in one of the chairs surrounding the dining table. Erik had purposely chosen a tune that he knew Matthew had enjoyed listening to as a child in the Abyssal Plains. It calmed him down, it always had, and today as well Matthew's restless movements on the chair became more and more relaxed.

A few other tunes followed and as he slowly came to the end and finally pulled his fingers off the keys he turned to Matthew who was now looking at him. "Would you like to talk about it?" Matthew cocked his head thoughtfully for a moment before shaking it and getting to his feet. "Everything is good. You, on the other hand, should work on your manual dexterity. You were a little too slow in the second verse." The teasing undertone was evident and Erik rose from his chair, laughing. "Now that's interesting. So far no one has complained about how I use my fingers...” A quick wink, a laugh from Matthew and a few steps later Erik had already left the room.

He would use the rest of the day to see the exhibition as well. After all, human history, albeit distinctly different from their own, was a thoroughly fascinating subject.

[reverse-moon]

Your honour, I don't care if they've technically murdered people, I love them-

[idc-about-you-baby]

Everytime I find a new little character creator, I hear this little voice that says "make the boys". So, here ya go.

They make good lockscreens ✨💙 made with Pastel Friends 💛❤💚💙🖤

[new-tella-us]

Me- Brain, it’s late. Let’s go to bed.

Brain- Okay but let’s listen to oooooone last song.

Me- Fine…

(Listens to the one song that would make my brain go “What if King Erik?”)

I swear to y’all, this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Erik wasn’t supposed to get a mildly good king ending. This is probably not canon to my universe… probably. But I’ll at least let the brainrot do its thing.

And I’m gunna be talking about this like a tired, rambling historian for the vibes.

SO, the golden era is dead. At this point of history, the last royals of the golden era, Raestrao and Istorae are nowhere to be found so it’s time for a new era to begin starting with the second son of the late Demon Lord, Uzaeris. This era is often called the “Ruby Era” or the “Animal Uprising” depending on who you’re talking to. For the sake of respect, we will be calling it the “Ruby Era”.

A lot of people didn’t like this change at the time for 3 major reasons. 1) Some people didn’t want any of the Demon Lord’s sons on the throne and instead wanted the Rebel Queen, Ezaeur but… she hasn’t been seen either. Most people assumed she was killed in the war. 2) Many still wanted Istorae’s line to continue and the golden era to resurface but that ain’t happening. 3) Racism. Aka some people didn’t like that Uzaeris, a part animal demon, was going to be their king. Too bad for them though because he’s turning out to be a very powerful and pretty good king all things considered.

Most in his alliance would report him as charming and likable. The trade deals he made were as fair as they could be while still benefiting his kingdom, leaving a long line of improvements in agriculture that affect even the modern day. He’s managed to unite many kingdoms over his reign with just diplomacy. And over all, if you can get over the previous three reasons not to like him, you’ll find that he was generally cool to be around. However, a diplomat he was but a pushover he was not. Over the years there have been a few rebellions from those three reasons plus some people who didn’t feel like they were being benefited enough but every rebellion was lost and pretty swiftly too. Every rebellion ended in one of three ways: imprisonment, banishment or execution. Of course, being a diplomat, Uzaeris was known for using the former two far more than any ruler before him which only strengthened his reputation as a strict but fair king.

Now, let’s talk about the lovely lady clinging to his shoulder. As a human in the Demon World, she stood out from the start. She has no official name (only really being called “Human” by most and “Princess” by the king), age (though we can assume she was around the king’s age. Maybe slightly younger) or place of origin and some even suspect that she’s not fully human; she only started appearing in the records around when Uzaeris became king. Some relate the correlation between the time the four princes disappeared for 10 years with the time she started appearing in records and wonder if there was any reason for that correlation though nothing is set in stone.

If you tried to research what role this girl played during the Ruby Era, you would get a word that could vaguely be translated into either “Harem Girl” or “Courtesan” neither being fully accurate. It would be more accurate to call her a harem girl, she was really only for the king after all; though records show that she was far higher in the social ranks than most harem girls at the time, hence the confusion with the word “Courtesan”. Even so, she wasn’t treated like a harem girl. Most paintings and records depict the relationship between the king and this girl as loving equals rather than the massive power imbalance that should have been there instead. A common theory is that these two were lovers but, for safety reasons, she was called a harem girl. Most people at the time wouldn’t accept a human queen after all. Though, once again, nothing is set in stone.

Truly these two were an elusive pair, seemingly popping out of nowhere and eventually; when a new ruler was settled and decided, they disappeared back into nowhere.

[iamapoopmuffin]

MC: I love him!

Diana: So what? Demons can’t reciprocate human emotions.

Incubi: I love her.

MC: