#whb x oc

[sweeter-than-teafood]

Just thought of something kinda wholesome.

Imagine MC (or your WHB OC) getting married to their devil LI, but the vows are similar to a contract.

I just think it would be quite sweet, the contract that binds their souls in a loving union being forever stored in the Book of Lemegeton

Idk I just want to see more WHB fluff ❤️

(Also me just wanting Phoebe to fulfill her damn promise to Sitri about creating a new contract between them.)

[sweeteaacakes]

╰┈➤ ❝ WHB || Dance With The Devil ❞

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The Bride & The Beast, Part 1

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° TW: canon divergence (rewrite), violence, religious stuffs (?), heresy (?),

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° [part 2] [part 3]

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Ebony hair like a raven. Brown eyes like the eclipse. The mirror imperfectly reflects the other side. White dress that covers her from neck to toes. On her head is placed a flower-crown to attach the veil. White and pure that show the stains of any impurity.

Today she will walk down the aisle along with other sisters to vow their loyalty to the Lord. A ceremony from a long time ago, now practiced by few.

Once the preparation was done, she met with the other sisters whose anticipation layered with the music of the organ and chorus. A hand on the heart syncs their breath of anticipation, each smiling at each other.

Then there was a deafening sound before the priest spoke to initiate the ceremony. His voice penetrated through the wooden door of the entrance. Once done with his speech the organ started to play and the choirs sang to welcome the sisters inside.

The eyes of those who attended smiled in awe. Their families and friends and acquaintances. Among those are eyes that only looked at her.

It’s from a dear friend with silent eyes and concerned smile that’s matching her sentiment, hoping for his presence to be a strength.

His attempt to smile, yet like he was gonna cry, flicked a spark that made her wanna laugh. But she held it back along with the tears.

She just sighed and smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed. It wasn’t long before her body felt light like she was floating instead of walking. Her mind is in a state of blankness. Was it because she was at peace? No, it was far from it.

She was torn. A part of her wants to turn around and run away but the current is so strong it’s sweeping her away.

Feeling powerless she kept her gaze down. Hand gripping the cross she's holding. But she can't ignore the light that is seemingly getting brighter. The music and voices, deafening. The temple, so big yet suffocating, is overwhelming upon the shoulder. Slowly crushing her.

The dress she's wearing, so fit and not allowing her skin to breathe. The veil dizzyingly blurs her vision.

Once reached the altar, she and the other sisters got on their knees and bowed to the cross. The music and choirs halted for the priest to talk. Words that are nothing but bleak to her ringing ears.

The cold and metallic object against her skin, underneath the layer of cloth, is the only thing keeping her mind focused.

A relic passed down to generation, an heirloom she holds dear.

A golden key with an unfading luster.

She doesn't want this. And yet here she stands in front of the idol that seemingly looks down on her…

“You’re so tense… are you scared?” A voice from somewhere asked.

She bit her lower lip and tightened her grip on the cross once more. With all her strength, she lifted up her head and opened her eyes to look at the figure of the idol above.

“No…” whether it’s to prove the unknown voice it’s the opposite, she replied because she knows the truth. “[He] isn’t the one who’s looking down on me… nor [He] is judging me… because [His] ever watching eyes are unlike the eyes of the many.”

Saying those words to herself felt like lifting off a weight and clarifying her mind. Somehow, she can feel the owner of the voice smiling. She has been hearing him for a while now. Well, dreaming about the voice at least.

He asked her name...

"Haeul Choi... Hannah... That's such a beautiful name. l

That name will protect you."

"What do you mean...?"

"You'll know by time. In time of need, you'll meet them..."

Hannah recollected the conversation she had with the voice before. It was reassuring yet mysterious. And as if it is by her side now, she felt a hand being placed on her shoulder for comfort.

“If only I was more witty enough... maybe even wise…” she continued with a piece of dismay still looming in her heart “...then I could have found a way out of this situation… but I only thought about myself and when the moment came it crushed upon me…”

She said, laughing at herself with pity. Past that she may have taken for granted and looking back now she realized she just ignored them for her own comfort until it led to the point she couldn’t do anything.

“Auntie… I’m sorry… I can’t…”

“What do you mean you can’t…?” Her aunt said in disbelief. Her face creased in distress. “You’ve been preparing for this for years! I dedicated my time! My money! And made connections just so they can perceive you in a good light! And now you’re telling me you can’t..!?”

“...!” Hannah stumbled seeing her aunt’s face of anger and hurt. But she bit her tongue and stood her ground. Minhyeok is behind her, ready to intervene in case things go out of control but his friend’s hand clenched in a fist hidden behind her back tells him she still can handle it.

Hannah wanted to try to reason.

“Auntie. I… I really appreciate that. Really! But I can’t walk there with belief so.. so unwilling! It would be disrespectful to you, everyone and to [Him]!” Hannah countered to give her point of view loud and clear.

There was a moment with hope flickering along with her aunt’s chest gradually heavy breathing and face turning red. Her hands were so fast that Hannah or Minhyeok didn’t have time to react.

Hannah’s arm was grabbed so quickly and pulled toward her aunt’s. Eyes and grip locked to not let her escape. Minhyeok held Hannah, hand slightly placed above on the aunt’s while he attempted to call her name but nothing stopped the rage of the woman.

“You…” Her aunt spoke with venom in her voice. With the other hand she grabbed her niece’s cheek. “...You will walk there, make your vow and chastise yourself so the curse you and your grandmother casted upon our family will burn in the fire of hell! …Understand??”

She tightened the grip on her jaw, nail digging so her niece may look at her directly in the eyes not caring whether she hurt her niece or the tears staining her cheeks.

Hannah still can feel the grip even now. But the ache in her heart was more painful. Did what her grandma really practiced brought nothing but curse…? Each time she thinks about it, it feels like she wants to shed her entire being.

“...My child, look up… You know you can overcome this. You’re strong…”

The voice encouraged her as if it felt her woe.

Hannah didn’t want to believe what her grandmother did was to harm but it’s the only explanation for… before her mind can go back to that event, it stepped back… maybe, living in penitence is the only way for others sake.

“Penitence is the way for Lord’s forgiveness…”

Another voice spoke. Unlike the previous one this made her flinch and look up. The warm light that shone through the stained glass gradually became intense.

At that moment, an ethereal man appeared surrounded by the light. He has an unique complexion like an ivory beautifully paired with the six wings on his back that gently flutter and the halo that adorned his head.

“But… Did I say?...” He spoke with a soft yet strong voice that echoed in the temple. His eyelashes fluttered as he closed his eyes. He smiled.

“Descendant of Solomon. Your only path to forgiveness… is death.”

»»———-　　———-«

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° AAAAAAAHHHH PART 1 HAS BEEN PUNBLISHED!!! PART 2 IS ON THEE WAAAYYYYY ♡ THANKS FOR READING ALL THE WAY HERE! HOPE TO SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE!!!

[shianarou]

Don't mind me writing about my oc Kuro and shipping him with the seraph's lol—

I dont think i could say this is one shot considering i might add more continuation later when i got off from being lazy..

Ps; i dont know how to write amazingly like other writers, bare with me-

・┆꒰ঌ ✦໒꒱ ༘*.ﾟ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚⛧°。. ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

・┆꒰ঌ ✦໒꒱ ༘*.ﾟ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚⛧°。. ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

If you were to be ask how you will feel when an angel abducted you from the comfort of your home into his own ̷S̷h̷a̷r̷e̷d̷ chamber and was told, 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 not to dare leave, Run away— 𝘌𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦. Or else you'll die.

Would you feel terrified or would you feel shy—embarassed yet a boost in ego as a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 say he loves you.

Maybe solomon himself would feel prideful or even Solomon's descendant would feel bewildered, confused, angry yet excited by the outcome. However, for someone like—𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯.

𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺.

It is 𝘕𝘖𝘛 relaxing nor calming to be under such stressed and be in constant caution and paranoia knowing you could 𝘋𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. Considering just how much angels hates—𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯, the demons.

・┆⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

Kuro gulped as he peak down outside the questionably huge window inside the seraph's bedroom. There's a lot of angels going about, no surprised considering 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

As to how he got here. He couldn't really remeber but if he does his another question will be 𝘏𝘰𝘸? Demons cant fly. Well maybe ppyong could but kuro sincerely couldn't. He doesn't have wings for hell's sake! And he also doesn't have both the courage AND audacity to just barge directly at his death.

When some angels noticed some sort of presence staring at them, most of them looked up in confusion or maybe curiosity but kuro quickly duck down and wished to be one with the floor.

Why is he here? How did he got here? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

No matter how much he questioned himself no answer will just come off or show itself. Its like he just randomly woken up here!

Crawling away from the window kuro decided to go and hide besides—𝘉𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 god's not so big but not small statue. It had a dark corner and he hopes—hell he'll even pray to god to not end his lovely life here.

After settling in the corner he took his remaining, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, to look around the room.

It was quite big with three beds, the bed was a floor type which is kinda funny since this is heaven why are they sleeping on the floor? Well it's not technically on the floor but it is lower than the bed he had at his home. 𝘍𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 to be exact. Although the bed looks like one of those kuro did remember waking up from one of those beds but sincr he kinda panicked.. He forgot which.

The room are simply designed and the only door withing the room—chamber, only leads to a another wide room but bathroom the time around.

It was quite worrying and stressful to find out the the door only leads to bathroom and there is no exit. There is no stairs to go down or whatsoever. When he looked down the window this chamber is at least 5ft high? probably higher if only he could actually measure properly.

Is the big window the entrance and exit of this room? But why—?

“𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦! 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘍 𝘓 𝘠!” Kuro thought and mentally slapped himself.

...

A lot of time had passed thats for sure. Considering how kuro insanely watched the light going through the room turn into some sort orange-red color. It's evening or more likely, its turning night.

And kuro just grew more panicked deep inside the more he felt like his death is slowly but surely approaching.

He held his breath when a shadow, with six wings, got cast over the light. No doubt this angel or 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 had landed just on the window itself, carefully and slowly going inside the chamber.

The seraph didn't move away from it's place but it did look to be looking around, as if 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 for kuro's presence.

And when the angel, thankfully for him, didn't manage to see kuro behind god's statue at all. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. The seraph grumble and groaned having it echoed the silent room.

“𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚. 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙙? 𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙢𝙥—!”

・┆꒰ঌ ✦໒꒱ ༘*.ﾟ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚⛧°。. ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

Chile anyway im lazy now lmao

Oh btw i dont know what heaven looks like in whb I just based my assumption on the room from the comics I seen(their likeability comic)

Also Im not sure if they used doors, i mean they have wings why do they need stairs smh. Oh also im still deciding which seraph im gonna go ship kuro first since i like all of them but i just had to imagine it first i guess.

If anyone's reading this; why. Also leave ideas since your here anyway lol

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Mc: Hey, dumb slut, get over here.

Mammon, sighing: Okay-

Asmo: I'm coming!

Mammon, confused: I thought... I was dumb slut...

[cloudsofteeth]

She always knows just what to say.. she’s a good noodle

(*´ー｀*) and stressed out Bimet is very funny to me

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Did I randomly make a WHB and Obey Me oc? Yes, yes I did. Why? I have no idea, but here he is.

(Yes, it's a picrew, I could not be bothered to roll out my art skills from the attic. Considering his personality, he can fit into either fandom, and I was too lazy to make another one, so deal with it.)

🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.

𝖀𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑 - Archangel of Wisdom and Jubilation

𖤓𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖊𖤓

Uriel was created to fill the role of spreading knowledge, wisdom and joy to humankind, though, after the disappearance of God/ the war in the Celestial Realm, he became bitter toward humankind and the demons.

𖤓𝕬𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𖤓

While Uriel's allegiance will always lie with his beloved creator, he answers directly to the seraph Raphael, at his beck and call no matter the location or the situation he was summoned in. So long as it is his beloved God's will, Uriel will follow Raphael even into certain death.

𖤓𝕬𝖌𝖊𖤓

Uriel was the fourth archangel to be created by god; in other words, he is exceptionally ancient.

𖤓𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𖤓

At first glance, Uriel comes off as a kind-hearted and easygoing angel, however, he is an especially cruel individual. While he always sports a soft, almost fatherly smile, he can say the most audacious and ignorant things. He treats demons, humans, and in some cases even some lesser angels as if they don't have the capacity to think. Being the archangel of knowledge is something that he uses to his advantage to gain the upper hand in conversations, although, he has a tendency to gain interest in those who have knowledge of things he does not. However, depending on how knowledgeable that person is, Uriel's interest may cross over into a sexual interest or even an obsession.

𖤓𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖒𝖘𖤓

Uriel's habits include harshly tugging on locks of hair when he's stressed, clasping his hands in a prayer hold when he's at rest, and biting his knuckles when he's focused.

𖤓𝕬𝖛𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𖤓

Reading by candlelight, discovering and experimenting with hair care products, gardening, praying, admiring Raphael, praising Raphael, and playing the harp.

𖤓𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖋𝖘𖤓

Uriel believes that, because he is an angel, he is above all other instances of life that do not originate from heaven/the celestial realm. In his eyes, all life that is not angelic is an eyesore and deserves to be wiped from existence as Raphael had said to him once before.

𖤓𝕬𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𖤓

(Obey Me!)

God: As god is Uriel's creator, he loves and reveres him with every fiber of his being, and although the two hardly have any one-on-one interaction, Uriel will do anything asked of him by his loving creator.

Michael: As he holds the title of the Chief Angel, Uriel holds deep respect and admiration for him and will follow his orders without question, as he believes that out of all angels, Michael is the closest to God, so his decisions must be correct.

Raphael: Because God personally assigned Uriel to work under Raphael, Uriel feels that he has a much closer relationship with him compared to the rest of his superiors. Raphael's cold demeanor upon their first meeting was misinterpreted by Uriel as the seraph looking down on him for his lack of knowledge, thus starting his deep infatuation with Raphael.

Simeon: Uriel has had a deep connection with Simeon since the two met, despite their very differing temperament and views on certain topics. Uriel once stated that he would trust Simeon with helping the next archangel of knowledge should he ever die for any reason.

Luke: Despite Luke being a lesser angel, Uriel respects the young angel for his closeness to Michael.

Lucifer: Even though Lucifer fell from grace, Uriel can't help but respect and even yearn for him. The seraph of humility and arguably the most beautiful angel in the celestial realm (after Raphael, of course); Lucifer was Uriel's role model.

Satan: Despite hating each other's guts, both Uriel and Satan never miss a meeting for their weekly book club. The two talk for hours; having well thought and in depth discussions about the book of the week. It would be a nice image if you ignored the very obvious passive aggression and down right rancid aura that seems to radiat from the two.

Asmodeus: Uriel often admires Asmodeus for his beauty, although, he's not as beautiful as Raphael, of course. But he is still a rose in a garden of weeds in the end.

Barbatos: While he certainly doesn't like the fact that he's a demon, Uriel can't help but admire Barbatos' dedication to fulfilling his duty as the prince's steward. The man's patience seems to stretch on forever.

Diavolo: Uriel despises Diavolo because he has Lucifer under his thumb. Despite what Lucifer tells him of the prince's kindness and empathy, he just can't bring himself to see the good in Diavolo.

Solomon: Solomon always avoids conversation with uriel after their introduction for some reason, but Uriel still tries to speak with him anyway, he knows that Solomon must definitely have information that Uriel has little knowledge of and he's desperate to learn.

MC: Uriel considers them to be more of a pet or a wandering stray animal than anything else; seeing no real value in them as they are a human. (WHB?)

God: As god is Uriel's creator, he loves and reveres him with every fiber of his being, and although the two hardly had any one-on-one interaction, Uriel will do anything perceived as the will of his loving creator.

Michael: As he holds the title of the Chief Angel, Uriel holds deep respect and admiration for him and will follow his orders without question, as he believes that out of all angels, Michael is the closest to God, so his decisions must be by God's will even in his absence. The only reason Uriel would refuse an order from Michael is if it clashed with an order that he received from Raphael.

Gabriel: Because of his status as a seraph, Uriel holds deep respect for admiration for him.

Raphael: Because God personally assigned Uriel to work under Raphael, Uriel feels that he has a much closer relationship with him compared to the rest of his superiors. Raphael's cold demeanor upon their first meeting was misinterpreted by Uriel as the seraph looking down on him for his lack of knowledge, thus starting his deep infatuation with Raphael.

Zeruel: Before they began their raid on "Hell" and even after that, Uriel would occasionally hitch a ride on Zeruel's back or shoulders. Usually, shoving some other angel off so that he could take his preferred spot, Zeruel never seemed to mind though.

Barachiel: As a fellow angel of joy, Uriel and Barachiel get along very well, with the cherub often following him into battle and listening to his rants about why Raphael is logically superior to Gabriel.

Lucifer: Even though Lucifer fell from grace, Uriel can't help but respect and even yearn for him. The seraph of humility and arguably the most beautiful angel in the heavens (after Raphael, of course); Lucifer was Uriel's role model.

Leviathan: Uriel has a deep hatred for the Demon King Leviathan for the simple reason that the demon makes him feel insecure about his looks.

Gusion: After overhearing conversations between many demons in passing about how intelligent Gusion is and after encountering him on the battlefield, he became flustered by his smarts and ended up letting the demon live by accident.

MC: He regards all humans as dogs (because he hates them) or pests. Uriel has only met them once, but he tried to bring them back to Raphael, only to be stopped by a feral Satan.

𖤓𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕱𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𖤓

Ranged Sniper; he fires his loose feathers at unfathomable speeds toward his target, usually only bothering to finish off those already weakened by his comrades. Uriel is actually very proficient with a spear and could've been on the front lines, but due to his aversion to being covered in the blood of demons, chose to be a ranged unit instead.

𖤓𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘𖤓

Expert spearmanship, patient and versatile teaching, easily adapts on the go, expertise with string instruments, and eidetic memory.

𖤓𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𖤓

God and Angels (the three seraphim specifically (especially Raphael)), learning, instructing others, reading by candlelight, admiring Raphael, receiving orders from Raphael, praising God, and taking care of his hair.

𖤓𝕽𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𖤓

Non-angelic beings (obviously), getting his angelic robes dirty, unintelligent individuals, sweet foods, poorly taken care of books, "Hell", The Devildom, and the Human Realm.

𖤓𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𖤓

Sophophilia: sexual gratification from the act of gaining knowledge or learning. This is displayed both when Uriel meets Raphael for the first time and is enraptured by his knowledge of God's will, leading him to need to leave due to becoming physically excited, and when he encounters the demon Gusion and is drawn in by his intelligent aura.

𖤓𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𖤓

The Demon King Leviathan's hair appears much more silky and luxurious than his own, he was chosen to go down to The Devildom with Raphael (although it was Raphael who suggested he go, so he can't really complain.), and his feathers have begun to loosen due to the stress of being surrounded by idiots.

𖤓𝕻𝖍𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖆𝖘𖤓

Athazagoraphobia: the intense or irrational fear of being forgotten, or of forgetting someone or something. Atychiphobia: the intense or irrational fear of failure.

𖤓𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞𖤓

Uriel doesn't particularly care whether his actions are viewed as 'good' or 'bad by anyone but the three seraphim and God. Thus, he'll usually center his moral compass around theirs instead of having his own.

𖤓𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖞𖤓

(OM!) Purgatory Hall in the Devildom/(WHB?) Nomadic movements through hell while slaying demons and following behind the seraph Raphael.

𖤓𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙𖤓

Suspiciously Stained Book: The book that Uriel is often seen carrying around and reading in his free time. It is thought to be a personal copy of the Bible, but what is actually inside is still unknown. It's rumored that one time an angel was able to take a peak inside while uriel had it open and saw a bunch of drawings and diagrams of things they dare not speak of. But hey, do you see that on the cover there? Those suspicious white-ish stains, I wonder where they're from.

𖤓𝕱𝖚𝖓 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘𖤓

☁︎ Uriel does not like animals, especially those with fur. The only ones that he can stand are birds.

☁︎ Even though he won't admit it, Uriel considers (OM!) Lucifer, (OM!) Satan, (OM!) Barbatos, (OM!) Solomon, and (WHB?) Gusion as potential sexual partners and love interests.

☁︎ Although Lucifer fell from grace so long ago, Uriel still has a deeply ingrained respect for him, so much so that he still calls him 'Sir Lucifer' like he used to back then.

☁︎ Uriel has been banned from the Great Archive of the Heavens many times due to how often he gets off when reading books he hadn't read previously. The lesser angels assigned to cleaning the archive had complained about the stains and wet patches he kept leaving in the seats he occupied.

☁︎ Uriel and Simeon have been friends since Simeon's creation; with Uriel being present when the younger angel first opened his eyes.

☁︎ Uriel had always wanted to meet (WHB?)Solomon, but never got the chance to as he was too busy fulfilling the duties assigned to him by God through (WHB?)Raphael.

☁︎ When he and (OM!)Raphael first arrived at Purgatory Hall, Uriel insisted that the two share a room instead of having individual ones, thankfully for him, (OM!)Raphael agreed.

☁︎ Uriel finds himself more attracted to a person with status than a person with strength, but he still prefers smarts over status.

☁︎ Uriel absolutely can't stand sweet foods, he prefers his meals to be on the more bitter side, favoring fruits that make his jaw ache with its sour taste.

☁︎ One day, Uriel would like to try his hand at pottery.

𖤓𝖁𝖎𝖔𝖈𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𖤓

(Obey Me!)

Event Reminder: "An event has arrived, come back immediately, I've no time for those who dawdle."

Inactive 1: "You do know that it's considered rude to ignore someone, don't you?."

Inactive 2: "I-it is not as if I'm worried for you, but hurry back, we still have much to speak about."

Login 1: "Hoh? So you finally decided to show your face?"

Login 2: "Hello again, my mortal pet.~"

You're Back 1: "Welcome back, it certainly took you long enough."

You're Back 2: "Hm? Oh, you've returned. What? Did you want me to congratulate you?"

I'm Back 1: "Haaah... I must apologize for being away so long, Simeon can certainly talk when it comes to the old days. Anyhow, let us continue our previous discussion."

I'm Back 2: "I've returned! Ahem- Now, what were you saying before? About those human social trends?"

Morning: "In the heavens, the sun has risen; I must say you surprised me, I was sure that you were of those simpletons who stayed in bed all day."

Afternoon: "Good afternoon, I do hope you've been spending the day more productively."

Evening: "Ah yes, the evening time is the best in the day. Sitting curled up with a book and reading by the candlelight.~ Don't you agree?"

Night: "You're still awake? Do you not value sleep at all? Tsk- Off to bed with you, little mortal. Weak beings like yourself need such simple things to survive, didn't you know?"

Touch 1: "Filthy demo- DAH! You-! Oh, it's you, little mortal. You caught me off guard just now. Did you need something?"

Touch 2: "Hmm~ Simeon did not embellish at all, you are indeed quite good with your hands. What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Touch 3: "Tch-! Do you not know how to keep your hands to yourself? Do mortals not know the concept of personal space?"

Skill 1: "Hah! Perish you ingrate!"

Skill 2: "It is my time to shine!"

Skill 3: "Feast your eyes on the power of knowledge!"

Majolish 1: "No need to say anything, I know mortal minds are unable to comprehend the beauty of angels."

Majolish 2: "Are you done gawking? Good, now go find me some accessories to make these rags look presentable."

Anniversary: "It would seem that you've had the fortune of knowing me for an entire earthen year, you must feel proud of yourself, as you should." (What in "Hell" is Bad?)

Lobby Touch 1: "You... What are you doing?"

Lobby Touch 2: "WHERE ARE YOU LOOKING! O-only-- only Sir Raphael is allowed to look at me in such a way!"

Lobby Touch 3: "I won't say it is envy, but I do wish that you were not marked as JUST food for the seraphim, then I could dine upon you with the one I admire.~"

Lobby Touch 4: "GAH! I‐is that a d‐dog? It's– it's disgusting! G‐get away, you little beast! Shoo! N‐no! Don't come any closer! Help! Sir Raphael, save me!

Lobby Touch 5: "You think yourself an intelligent person, do you? Hah! As if some mortal fool would be on the same level of intelligence as an angelic being like myself."

Lobby Touch 6: "Remember to smile~!"

First Encounter: "Hm~? My, My, if it isn't the child of Solomon, Sir Raphael will definitely praise me if I bring you back to him!"

Level Up: "I feel almost as if I've gotten smarter..."

Evolve: "Maybe my capacity for knowledge has grown as well?~𔓘"

Ultimate Skill: "Allow me to teach you the true feeling of despair!"

Upon Death: "S-sir Raphael... please... don't forget me..."

Victory 1: "Hmph, you simpletons never stood a chance."

Victory 2: "Sir Raphael... Did you see that just now?"

Defeat: "Damn you, filthy devil scum! How dare you embarrass me in front of Sir Raphael!"

𖤓𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖔𖤓

Uriel's halo features either a large sun framed by two smaller stars or a curled feather or quill wrapping around the Hebrew character for knowledge, 'ידע', depending on where he is depicted and what he is representing at the time; jubilation or knowledge. However, in some instances, Uriel's halo is a combination of the two.

In the past, Uriel has been teased by other angels of the same or higher ranking about the shape of the feather in his halo. It's become an incredibly sore spot for him since then and as a result you might be able to catch him looking at it in reflective surfaces with a face of embarrassment and disdain. It doesn't look like a human child drew it... right? It's not wonky at all...

𖤓𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕴𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖘𖤓

Food: Black Coffee of Melancholy & Backstabbing Sandwiches. Medical: Bandage. Presents: Book & Perfume.

𖤓𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕿𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖅𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𖤓

OK!: Both shoulders & middle of his chest. NO!: his head & face. GREAT!: his clasped hands.

𖤓𝕳𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒 𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𖤓

𖤓𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𖤓

4%: His constellation is... Cancer!

36%: His favorite food is... sour fruit creame sanwiches!

64%: His ideal type is... someone who's smarter than he is!

𖤓𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖙𖤓

👤 <「You dog, where did Sir Raphael wander off to? Don't pretend you don't know; his radiance is too hard to miss.」

Choice 1: 「Er... whose this? How did you get my number?」> Choice 2: 「Sir Raphael...? Is an angel messaging me now?」>

👤 <「That doesn't matter. Just tell me where you saw him last, will you. You're wasting precious time that instead could be spent watching Sir Raphael rid this realm of demons.」

👤 <「Honestly, you humans. The only good one of the lot of you was that human Solomon. I overheard Sir Raphael saying that he was very intelligent and talented in alchemy. It's a pity that someone of such intelligence is a part of a lousy species.」

Choice 1: 「Wait, you met Solomon? What was he like?」> Choice 2: 「I'm jealous, everyone has met Solomon...」>

👤 <「Well, it's not as if I met that human per se, but I did overhear Sir Raphael and the other two esteemed Seraphim speaking about him a long time ago. I was both envious and in awe of them to be able to meet a favored creation of our God.」

👤 <「Oh to be there when he was up in the heavens, to pick his brain and feast upon his delicious knowledge. This event alone is yet another piece of proof why Sir Raphael is the best out of each of the esteemed Seraphim. He's so cool; with his brilliantly shining halo and that mysterious demeanor of his~」

👤 <「Wait a minute! Why am I telling you this? It's none of your business in the first place! Nosey dog, quickly tell me where Sir Raphael has gone, I can't lag behind for too long!」

Choice 1: 「I'm nosey? Aren't you the one rambling on?」> Choice 2: 「How am I supposed to know who's who?」>

👤 <「You dare still evade my question? You humans are such a pain in the neck; always making excuses. Surely it's not that hard to tell the difference between a seraph and any other lowly angel? Are you implying that Sir Raphael is average? You fiend!」

👤 <「Fine then. Since you want to fool around and attempt to deceive me, I shall find where you are and smite you. You dared to disrespect my esteemed and radiant lord, Sir Raphael, so you must be prepared to reap what you sew, you dirty dog.」

👤 <「I shall find you and personally deliver your corpse to my lord, surely he'll be pleased with me after bringing him a fine meal. He might even praise me with that cool look he does~」

Choice 1: 「Man, you sure love that Raphael guy huh?」> Choice 2: 「Jeez, I didn't think I'd talk to a simp today...」>

👤 <「Of course! While I'm not sure what you're trying to imply with that wording, I am truly unworthy of him. But, what's not to like? That luxurious golden hair, those deep crimson eyes, that aloof attitude; he's absolute perfection! And on top of it all, he's nearly all knowing! Such a powerful, handsome, and intelligent being is worth the praise I give.」

👤 <「Now that I think about it, maybe its a good thing that you haven't seen him. Thise filthy demon loving eyes of yours aren't even worthy enough to view his shadow, let alone his ethereal being. I suppose I can't be too angry with you anymore for not seeing him; so I'll let you off for that grievance.」

Choice 1: 「I didn't really ask at all, but that's cool I guess.」> Choice 2: 「Um... cool?」>

👤 <「Yes, he is cool, isn't he? Very cool. The coolest.」

👤 <「Say, you wouldn't mind signing a petition that I've written up would you? As a fellow fan of Sir Raphael, you must know that other angels are attempting to imply that he's below Sir Michael in favorability and standing. It's untrue, I say. Completely untrue. You mustn't believe a word they say!」

👤 <「I shall forward you the petition in due time. Actually no, I shall add you to a group with my comrads, the petition has already been posted there. I expect to see your signature, my brother in admiration.」

[You were added to "Sir Raphael's Admirers"]

End.

𖤓𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖈𖤓

N/A

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No m.list link(s) this time, sorry burrow dwellers.

[luxthestrange]

WHB Incorrect quotes#53 Wraith vs Petty-

I PERSONALLY believe with satan if he and You/MC procreate... you're gonna have a daughter...he gives girl daddy vibes...plus that girl with both your anger issues+your sarcasm...UY-

Satan: Kids are Assholes Like My daughter is an asshole-*Sees his drinking buddies laugh*She is, We argue me and my daughter argue...She can't even talk-

Paimon*Snickers getting the popcorn ready*

Gehenna Demons*Gets Comfy wanting to hear their king Rant about his home life*

Satan: She knows a couple of words right? She puts a couple sentences together but it's like every time I tell her SOMETHING, she always gets something to say back- NO MATTER WHAT I SAY SHE ALWAYS GOTTA GIVE ME SOMETHING BACK and it makes me MAD-

Satan: We got into an argument over juice the other day...she came into the room she was like-

Scarlet(4)*Pitter patters to her daddy*Daddy juice!

Satan*Puts his newspaper down*No...You had enough juice, Go get some water

And she looked at she was...

Scarlet(4): DU meGama Tch-Nana wah wah ya ya JUICE*Mimicking Satan annoyingly with a Sassy look*

And i looked at her-

Satan:...WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOUR TALKING TO-SIT YOUR LIL ASS DOWN AND GET THE GODDAMN-

The Whole bar laughs even Zagan is laughing at the faces Satan is making about his daughter going up against the king of Gehenna

Satan: I was so mad..., I was mas because I knew she knew what she was trying to say, She just didn't know how to say it like in her mind...she was like "You albino midget b*tch, Get the juice punk ass daddy!"

Thats is honestly how I would see Scarlet-Untameble hair her dad's eyes your hair...er well Solomon's purple hair that got passed down to us/mc

[jazeswhbhaven]

OC x Noble Headcanons: Astra Meets Amy Part II

The meeting hasn't started yet at all due to the bickering of Sitri and Amy. Finally, Satan intervenes enjoying the banter as always trying to get them to play nice and hug each other. It doesn't go well.

Satan: Hahaha look at you two, lively as ever.

Sitri and Amy are on top of each other on the floor as the rest of the group watches intently. Astra peeks over Satan's shoulder.

Astra: How about getting a room you two?

Amy: *turns red* Stop saying things like that! I hate this guy!!

Sitri: *shoves him off and brushes his clothes* The feeling is very mutual. I wonder why we even wait for him to attend these meetings at all.

Satan: It's important.

Astra: Satan, you just like seeing them fight.

Satan: ....hehe

Astra: It can't be healthy for someone like Sitri though...I think you torture him too much.

Sitri: Oh, Solomon thank you for caring about me *beams and clasps his hands together as Amy spits in his direction*

Astra: I'll fight for you instead, Sitri! Watch me... *squats in front of Amy* Hey you...think you're tough shit? Catch me outside after the meeting and I'll hand your ass to you.

Amy: ??? I....uh...

Astra: What? Can't talk your shit now? Who's a bitch ass loser now? Square up. *gets up and balls up her fists*

Amy: What's happening right now?

Astra: I'm going to fight you, get up and show me what you got! Punk ass hoe.

Amy: ????!!! I...I won't.... *looks away*

Astra: *looks down at him and notices he crossed his legs* Eh? Are you getting turned on?

Paimon: Ohhhhhhh Miss Astraaaa it looks like Amy is turned on by you insulting himmmm. Especially in front of usss.

Astaroth: This is amusing...keep going.

Leraye: No one is going to let him actually hit Miss Astra right?

Zagan: ......

Ppyong: sir Zagan says that will protect Miss Astra, aye!

Satan: Astra...get over here.

Astra: Why? Sitri needs a break, I can take him.

Satan: Astra.... *crunches his teeth*

Astra: Fine...I'll stop.

Sitri: That's disgusting of you. Control your body around Solomon you monkey.

Amy: Fuck you...*stands up and turns to Satan apologetically* Please excuse me, your Majesty...I need a few minutes to calm myself down. I'll be back.

Paimon: Oooooo are you gonna go jack off? You probably shouldddd cause I can still see your printtt <3

Sitri: Honestly Paimon, don't encourage him. I'm going to have to wash my eyes and ears out so deeply so it can reach my brain.

Amy: *flips off Sitri and leaves the room grumbling with a reddened face*

Satan: Astra, don't do that anymore.

Astra: Amy's fun to play with, getting flustered over the silliest of things.

Satan: *the veins in his neck appear* Sitri, only fight with Amy from now on during the meetings.

Sitri: Yes, your majesty. He's exhausting but at least it's better than him being near Solomon.

Astra: You're no fun boo bear. *bites his cheek*

Satan: Not here. Later~

Everyone else pretends to not notice Satan nuzzling Astra, as Sitri continues setting up the table for the meeting. Amy did eventually return, and it seems he had just showered again indicating events that may or may not have taken place.

[peacesmith]

hiii WHB community, i made a oc because im kind of obsessed with this game (and beelzebub)

tag list —

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[hallinskide]

a little bit of art because i really like phenix

[mydahliarose]

"God sent me an angel to love and cherish, and that angel is you."' ✨🎪

Your honor i love them 🙏

[hes-sunshine-im-midnight-rain]

My WHB sims (Satan) just got some goofy ahh wants 💀

this happened after Mammon refused to woohoo lmao

I was just about to make Lucifer woohoo with everyone in the household after I created his sim and moved him in

so far almost everyone has already woohooed with each other

[sparkbeast20]

Tradition (Glasyalabolas X WHB MC!Tia)

Note: After reading Leviathan's Bloodshed, I had to write something about the fucking scary tradition of Hades and I had to make something with my fav >3<

Glasyalabolas watches from afar as each of the devils of Hades place new nooses around other devil's necks.

At times he wonder why putting so much empathies on having a close friend or lover to put the noose on them.

All he knows is that there is no greater pleasure then having his majesty Leviathan put the noose on him and the other nobles.

As he was about to leave and go back to his room, he heard the door and saw the tiny human peeked in and looked around, she spots Glasyalabolas and immediately perked up before stepping in the room and walked towards the tall devil.

Glasyalabolas notice that she was hiding something behind her back, and raise a brow to it.

"I was looking for you" Tia said it cheerfully, with sparks in her eyes.

"Oh really now?" He said it with a bit of amusement in his tone.

"Yeah, after Barbatos told me about celebration here and what it means to you and the other Hades devils, I had celebrate as well" Tia said as she rock on heels back and fort while not looking at the devil in the eyes.

She seems a little embarrassed to what she was going to ask. "Hm? In what way would you like to celebrate, little human" Tia quickly looked up and immediately looked away with her cheek blushed.

"I…Well…" She was murmuring to herself, and after a couple of seconds she looked up at him and slowly brough her hands in front of her and there Glasyalabolas saw a light blue noose. Knew exactly was she was about to asked him.

In all of his life existing he never thought that someone would go to him and asked to put a noose around their necks before.

He always known that he wasn't the most approachable devil, unlike Foras and he knows that Barbatos was a whole different league of his own, so seeing a human of all beings wanting to let him place a noose around their necks, is a bit unexpecting... but not unwelcomed.

Not letting her finished what she was asking him, he quietly took the noose from her hands, she yelped before watching him examining the noose, feeling the knots and rope then humming in satisfaction.

He then look back at her making her startled and she tensed up, she closed her eyes, scared that she might have offended him, she feel something slide on her head and place on her neck.

Tia opened her eyes to see Glasyalabolas hunching over her and his hands holding the noose that he slip around her neck.

He pulled back and took a stepped back and watch as she try to make to what just happened, after a couple of seconds she blink and looked down at the noose then feeling the rope with her fingertips, she then looks at Glasyalabolas.

"I don't know what to-"

"Say? You could say thank you-"

"Thank you isn't enough..." She mutters as she hang her head a little bit, her silver bangs hiding her eyes.

Glasyalabolas wasn't really sure what she wants. This morning she didn't knew about the tradition of hell nor Hades, he was amused when he teased her about her lack of knowledge of Hades traditions.

But know, she acts as if she was one of them with how she's reacting of him placing the noose on her.

"I- I like you" That took the tall devil aback, it was quiet but he heard her well enough.

She looked at him, he saw a tiny tear at the corner of her eye, she instinctually wiped it away quick.

"Well, Happy Halloween Glasya-" She didn't get to finished what she was going to say when Glasyalabolas quickly sweep her off her feet as if she was nothing but feather.

"Do you honestly think that I can let you go free after asking me to do such an act of affection, hm?"

"But-but. I'm sorry"

"Well, I have to ask for something in return... In equivalent to such gesture"

Tia faces started to heat up, and she quickly hid her face with her hands and that made Glasyalabolas chuckle before walking out of the room with her in his arms.

Tia peeked and notice something.

"Uh, Glasya isn't this the direction towards Foras' room"

He didn't say anything only that his face darkest with mischief, and Tia knew exactly what he's planning.

She took a mental note to write Foras a apology letter for what's going to happen to his room after what she and Glasyalabolas was about to do.

[sweeteaacakes]

╰┈➤ ❝ WHB || Dance With The Devil ❞

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The Bride & The Beast, Part 3

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° TW: canon divergence (rewrite), violence, religious stuffs (?), heresy (?)

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° [part 1] [part 2]

»»-----------►

Hannah stared in awe. Her pumping heart made him chuckle as if he could hear it.

“Is it an angel's nature to kill a woman? Without mercy or shame?” The beast, Satan, turned himself to the angel while keeping Hannah close to his side.

“Hmmm… They say you would go to Hell if you go around killing innocent people,” he continued. “That's what the angels I know say to humans, anyway.”

“... You showed your true form...” The angel said unclear if he is referring to the beast or the human and then continued.

“We serve and worship God. But did I tell you? Nothing else matters. Whether people die or not, it does not affect God at all.”

The angel explained. The indifference to his voice somehow, for some reason, made Hannah’s blood boil. Maybe it's for the various scriptures she read and oral sermons she heard, but she refuses to believe such statements.

Satan raised the corners of his lips, revealing his dangerous sharp white fangs. His chuckles rumbled on his chest.

It was at that moment the angel lost his composure.

“Satan...! Are you trying to stand against me? I don't think that's a good idea.” He smiled to mock the demon. “Especially not when your powers are sealed within the contract with Solomon. You… you're no better than the vermin before me right now.”

The angel spoke with disgust and confidemce that victory is on his side. He raised his scythe and pointed at the thing in front of them. Hannah's eyes fell at Minhyeok's corpse.

The desperation from before turned into something else.

Something boiling that made her teeth grit.

“I would be careful who you are pointing at, Gabriel.” Satan chuckled, confusing the angel whose name is Gabriel. “That thing… seems to be their dear friend… and you just killed them…”

Gabriel furrowed his brows. Puzzled he frowned.

“I'm the devil of fury… The rage of Solomon's daughter… is flowing into me!” Satan shouted and burst in laughter, making Hannah flinch.

“So sweet!!! Her rage!!!!”

Hannah trembled at the demon. He licked his watering mouth so obscenely and sang.

“It's so sweet I want to swallow her whole~!”

“... ... eh..?” Hannah pursed her lips at the devil's feverish words. She cupped her cheeks as she's feeling it getting warm which made her ask… “What in hell…?”

When she felt his giant hand touching her side, she yelped at the heat it emanated. In contrast to the little gentleness from before, Satan became more comfortable and held her with firmness to touch her whole body, caressing her with his giant thumb.

“A-Ah!?” Hannah gasped. She can feel the devil's ecstasy and something about to burst from his body.

“It makes me feel like… I can even kill God right now…!” Satan laughed in his ecstasy, making the angel, Gabriel, more mad.

“Solomon!!!” Gabriel growled. His eyes pierced Hannah while calling the name of an old enemy he saw just by looking at her.

“...Fine…! I'll leave… for today... But,” Gabriel halted. Satan, in bliss, didn't notice the maniac smile spreading on the angel's face who raised his scythe to slit his own chest.

“!?!?” Hannah's eyes widened at the blood flowing down the angel's chest. The next thing she saw was the scarlet liquid toward her direction.

“Hah!?!?” She felt something unbearably hot on her own chest, snapping Satan back in reality. The blood scorched then turned into ashes revealing a mark.

She tried fervently to get it off but without avail. Her skin seems to have absorbed it.

This entertained the angel who snickered at the sight.

“I'll be seeing you again… Hannah…” Gabriel said before being engulfed in the light that disappeared with him.

“... ... ..." Satan took a moment to process what just happened and shouted with all his lungs.

"That damned bastard!!!”

He gritted his teeth and looked at Hannah. He held her like a doll, bringing her closer to glare at the mark left.

Ignoring him, she tried to wipe away the mark without result and gave up with a grumble. Her gaze turned at her friend instead and fist curled in a ball.

“O-OI!!” Hannah shouted. Her hands flew across the Satan's cheeks with a loud slap strong enough to make his head turn on the other side. The beast was so startled that she managed to squiggle away from his grip. Hannah huffed and sighed, squinting her eyes at the demon who just laughed at himself.

“...Minhyeok…” she called his name. “He protected me from that attack and now he's…” Hannah bit her lips. She kneeled to hold him... "That... angel... still managed to leave a mark on me..."

“If you're gonna blame yourself, then you better do something else.”

“What..?” Hannah looked at Satan, questioning his words.

With his sharp nails, the black beast pointed at her chest where the angel's mark is.

“You're right to worry. That mark. It's a brand that angels use to their prey.

Once branded, you won't be able to evade them. Hundreds and thousands of angels will flock on you like piranhas. They will devour you and won't leave even a single bone.” Satan explained.

Hannah bit her lips and glanced at Minhyeok with guilt.

“No…” Satan continued. “You're Solomon's child… they might not let a common angel touch you… But the three seraphims will surely try to cut you in three pieces and share it with everyone.”

“Solomon's child. You and that angel keep calling me that…” Hannah pointed out. “Solomon… you mean the ancient king...? The wise king who made a contract with the 72 devils…?”

Hannah casted her gaze down, pondering…

Satan's smile widened with pleasure. He bent on his knee to meet her eye-level (tried to, atleast, considering how massive he is).

“That, he is. And you're his descendant. I, Satan, answered your call and came here at your aid and take you.”

Hannah tilted her head to question. The demon continued.

“Come to Hell with me,” he offered, raising his hand to put his index finger under her chin. “When I'm with you like this, it's much easier. The power you give me… it can even save that human.”

Something flickered in Hannah by the demon's words. She felt her heart thumping and blood rushing in her cheeks. She held his finger under her chin with two of her hands.

Did the demon really asked suggested they both make a contract...?

She held back her words realizing that all of this was real… She thought about her life until now. Her aunt and her words. Her parents. Her friend. Her late grandma… and the arcane books she used to read back at her grandma's home and the knowledge shared.

It was surreal... but it's real... so she gathered her courage.

“Then… I will come to you,” Hannah spoke. “So, please! Save my friend…!”

Hannah stood up in front of the demon. She extended her hand toward him.

“A human can make a deal with the demon they summoned, right? Then… I'll come to Hell, and you'll save my Minhyeok…” Hannah said with direct eyes and with no hint of trembling inner voice. But inside, she was insecure if the demon would want something more or even laugh at her…

And laughed he did! A laughter that roared. It's like an explosion that made her bravado crumble.

Just when she's about to retract her hand, the demon grabbed it and shoved his face at her.

“Indeed. You are a descendant of Solomon.” Satan stated. “Trying to form a contract the moment you meet a devil.”

Hannah opened her mouth but then closed it. She didn't know what to say. Satan just smiled as he reminisced.

“He did that too at first. Arrogant but charming. It's a relief I didn't smash his head that time. Hehe.” He laughed and nodded with exaggerated movements at the memory.

“Haneul Choi…” He called. “Devils keep their promises. They don't lie either.

Your contract is recorded in the blank page of Lemegeton the moment you decide to form a contract…

I, Satan, King of Gehenna and Sin of Wrath, respond at the contract.”

Satan looked at her in the eyes. Hannah was perplexed at what just happened. She couldn't help but stare at the demon.

aA puff of smoke blinded her sight for a moment and the next thing she felt were her cheeks being cupped by human hands and someone's lips touching her. Hannah gasped. She was hesitant but kissed back. The person kissed her deeper and swirled his tongue in her mouth. The lips were hot and sweet, rough but pleasant.

Slowly, the person detached his lips. Hannah opened her eyes and caught the eyes of scarlet. The furred beast from before was gone and to his place is a man whose complexion is like a snow that shone under the sun. He has a pair of black horns that tip fade to red like a burning charcoal.

“The moment we'll go to Hell,” he spoke with the same voice of the beast from before, “your friend will wake up and the things occured here will shift however the universe will to.”

A hexagram lightened up under their feet and Hannah started to float along with Satan.

“W-Wait! Does it really have to be Hell…?” Hannah asked under her breath, only now recalling the various depictions of the place from various interpretations.

“You're scared?” Satan cackled from his chest like he can read her mind and is entertained by it.

“You don't have to be afraid. Afterall,

What in Hell is bad?”

»»———-　　———-«

Author Note: Yoooo I'm done with the part three of the epilogue??? TToTT) This have the same dialogue of the in-game with some added details. More or less how Hannah would react. I think I plan to do it this way more forward but I don't think I'll do every parts of in-game stories...? I dunno. We'll see.

Again, thank you for reading until heeeere! I appreciate reblogs, comments and hearts ♡ very much!

[cloudsofteeth]

Meeting Andrealphus

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Did I Make Another WHB oc? Yes, yes I did. But this time it's a demon, so yeah.

(Yet another picrew that I ended up editing in ibis paint, because I still couldn't be bothered to dig out my art skills from the attic.)

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𝕭𝖊𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍 - The devil who values Freedom above all else

⛧𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖊⛧

Behemoth has no role. He was not created for any purpose nor has he found one to serve. Regardless of his old ties and commitments to Asmodeus and the role he played a bit too well back then, he is a wanderer now. Drifting along with the tide and figuring it out as he goes.

⛧𝕬𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊⛧

Despite living in Abbadon under Asmodeus' rule, Behemoth much prefers to abide by his own rules. While he'll certainly show up whenever his king calls for him, he usually does things for his own best interest or to satisfy the burning desire deep inside of him.

⛧𝕬𝖌𝖊⛧

Behemoth was made around the time most other demons were. He wasn't one of the first nor one of the last; he was simply somewhere in the middle.

⛧𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓⛧

Despite living in Abbadon, Behemoth's personality is a lot more reminiscent of someone who would live in Niflheim with how laid back and seemingly uncaring he is. He prefers to simply go wher the wind takes him, unbothered by morality, order, social norms, or the many attempts of others to befriend him. Behemoth is a free spirit, a very permoscuous one, but a free spirit none the less. He is a both a friend and enemy to none, not bothering to tie himself down by the weight of the responsibility and commitment it takes to have friends and loved ones.

⛧𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖒𝖘⛧

Scratching at the base of his horns, impulsively offering himself to strangers as a form of relief, biting the ball of his right palm when deep in thought, scratching patterns into his skin when bored, and mismanaging his money because he an impulsive spender.

⛧𝕬𝖛𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘⛧

Spontaneous sex with strangers, cloud watching, wandering the streets of Abbadon, dodging potential relationships, embracing freedom in all forms, weaving, and teasing Phenix.

⛧𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖋𝖘⛧

Behemoth follows the notion of freedom; valuing any and all types, but personal freedom is what he cares for the most. From the moment he stepped out of Abbadon's prison as a free demon, the path of freedom and independence is the one that guided him. He is not tied down by, morals, choices, duties, relationships, responsibilities, or commitments, he is simply free.

⛧𝕬𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘⛧

Asmodeus: Due to his past with the lust devil, Behemoth has made an effort to avoid unnecessary contact with him. He will come of he is called, but other than that, they have little to no interaction.

Dantalian: Behemoth has seen Dantalian in passing on many occasions, however they've never once spoken. They acknowledge one another with a simple nod if they see each other, despite not even knowing each other's names.

Ronove: Ronove is actually the one who gave Behemoth the harness that he wears all the time; it was an offer of friendship that Behemoth reluctantly accepted.

Phenix: He and Phenix are acquaintances with benefits. They don't spend enough time around each other to be friends but they've done far too much with each other to be strangers.

MC: Honestly, to Behemoth, MC is not hot at all. Why is he suddenly a part of this human's enterage? He never made a contract with Solomon, so someone make this human stop trying to put their hands in his mouth.

⛧𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕱𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓⛧

Brutal front line attacker:

Behemoth wields the chained leash of his collar as a weapon; whipping his chain up into the air, around the wings of attacking angels and yanking it back down with enough force to pull them from the air, ripping the wings from their backs. While he'd rather be lounging around in some rando's bed or sucking someone off, he'll still fight if he has to.

⛧𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘⛧

Performing most of not all acts of the sexual nature, persuasion, weaving various items, fighting with rope or chain like weaponry, body modification, and stress relief.

⛧𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘⛧

Most acts of sex, getting new tattoos and piercings, inflicting pain on himself of having other do so, inflicting lasting injuries (bites, nail indents, scratches), all kinds if personal and impersonal freedom, shitty junk food, being used by others, and going with the flow.

⛧𝕽𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘⛧

Being tied down in the metaphorical sense, having to sleep outside on the sidewalk, being asked about his incarceration, making serious or deeply important choices, making connections with others, sacrificing his freedom, and things that are 'not hot at all'.

⛧𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆⛧

Exhibitionism: gaining sexual gratification and excitement from the act of exposing oneself or one's genitalia in a public or semi-public space or in front of consenting or non-consenting parties; usually during intercourse or and act of foreplay.

⛧𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘⛧

The base of his horns has started itching again, he spent the last of his money so now he can't buy any snacks, the human that suddenly showed up won't leave him be with this whole contract thing, and his leash was cut from his collar by an angel.

⛧𝕻𝖍𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖆𝖘⛧

Hypengyophobia: the intense or irrational fear of taking and admitting responsibility.

Soteriophobia: the intense or irrational fear of being or becoming dependent on another individual(s) or item(s).

Gamophobia: the intense or irrational fear of making short or longterm committments to actions, choices, or relationships.

⛧𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞⛧

Morality is not something Behemoth concerns himself with. He walks to the beat of his own drum, marching down the path of freedom he's chosen for himself with no worry of whether or not his choices, words, or actions are socially acceptable. But this is hell, so really, anything goes.

⛧𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖞⛧

Behemoth has no home; he is a wanderer, never staying in one place for too long. While his days are spent walking the streets of Abbadon, his nights are spent in the beds of fellow horny strangers. It's a pretty good cycle, honestly.

⛧𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙⛧

Faux Leather Collar & Chain Leash:

The collar and leash that Behemoth seemingly never takes off. It's rumored to be a gift from Asmodeus himself, but Behemoth has yet to confirm or deny if it's true. If you ever come across absentminded demon wandering the alleyways of Abbadon and want to have some fun, give that leash a good tug, he won't mind at all!

⛧𝕱𝖚𝖓 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘⛧

⸸ Behemoth is one of the demons that hadn't made a contract with Solomon. The sorcerer had offered but was declined, as Behemoth would rather keep his metaphorical freedom and autonomy instead.

⸸ Originally, Behemoth's appearance was that of a very tall and muscular demon that put even Mammon's figure to shame. Towering over most of the population of Abbadon; he was given the name 'Behemoth' by Asmodeus after stumbling upon the lust demon one day.

⸸ Not long after Solomon died, Behemoth was incarcerated in Abbadon's prison. The reason is only known by his Majesty Asmodeus and Behemoth himself and what went on in the prison during his years locked away is too a mystery.

⸸ Despite not having many friends, Behemoth is actually rather infamous among the dingy backstreets of Abbadon. Not for his free use, free stress relief policy when it comes to hookups, but for his terrifying strength that he displayed in the past. Before he was imprisoned, he was known for exacting the Asmodeus', wrath unto his enemies. Using his terrifying strength and abilities to level an entire block in one swing.

⸸ An innate talent that Behemoth has is his ability to change his bodily construction at will. Changing his size, shape, height, musculature, scale, etc. with only his thoughts, allowing him to take any shape he wishes.

⸸ Weaving is one of Behemoth's favorite hobbies. Usually its weaving together strips of leather to make into a fun toy that his flings can use on him, but he's also woven together several different tapestries and baskets, usually dismantling them after he gets a good picture.

⸸ Behemoth may or may not have slept with every demon in Abbadon; even he himself doesn't know because of his tendency not to pay attention to or bother to remember who he's with at any given time. Although, he's probably slept with even more people than that, but it's not like he's keeping count.

⸸ Behemoth's 'free use, free stress relief' policy is applied at anytime anywhere to anyone; he doesn't care if some stranger just walks up and has their way with him. He encourages it actually. It's a good way to relieve the build up of overwhelming desire that grows with each moment he spends under the influence of Asmodeus energy.

⸸ The dingy backstreets and alleyways of Abbadon is usually where you can find Behemoth. Because he has no home, he wanders about the cramped paths between buildings, looking for his next fling. When he finds them, he goes home with them for the night, having a nice warm bed to sleep in and a sometimes even a nice breakfast in the morning.

⸸ A good way to bribe Behemoth into helping you out is to offer him some sort of cheap junk food. None of that fancy healthy stuff, no, he wants the dirt cheap, super processed, incredibly unhealthy kind. He likes the feeling of the heartburn it gives him after he eats a lot, the masochist.

⛧𝖁𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘⛧

Lobby Interaction 1: ❝You're looking at me... You can touch if you want to. I don't mind. Just make sure you're prepared to finish what you start.❞

Lobby Interaction 2: ❝Contract? I didn't make one of those, remember? This is the fifth time you've asked... that's not hot at all...❞

Lobby Interaction 3: ❝His Majesty... he's alright. We don't talk much anymore. His energy is annoying though, just look at poor Phenix.❞

Lobby Interaction 4: ❝Hm? Oh. I went out for a while, don't worry about it.❞

Lobby Interaction 5: ❝Should I get more tats...? Eh... maybe I'll get a trampstamp this time.❞

Lobby Interaction 6: ❝Hey, do you want to play with me? I can see you staring, so don't try to pretend. You don't have to though, you can just watch. I love when people watch.❞

Lobby Interaction 7: ❝Ugh. My horns... so itchy...❞

Lobby Interaction 8: ❝I wonder if Ronove has another harness for me? One with studs... yeah, that's super hot...❞

Lobby Interaction 9: ❝Ah... the bites are starting to fade again... that's not hot at all...❞

Lobby Interaction 10: ❝I kind of want another piercing now... should I do my bellybutton or my lips...?❞

First Meeting: ❝Huh? Who're you? Ah, wait- actually, I don't care, so don't bother. Anyway, how long do you want to go for? You can be as rough as you like, I don't mind.❞

Level Up: ❝Shit‐! Do that again!❞

Evolve: ❝N-ngh! Th‐that's— that's so hot!❞

Death: ❝I feel... so free...❞

Ultimate Skill: ❝Let me show you what it's like to be truly free... in death!❞

Victory 1: ❝Good, it's over. I need to go and play for a while, so don't go looking for me.❞

Victory 2: ❝Winners are the ones who are able to live the freest lives, aren't they...?❞

Defeat: ❝Whuh? I lost? That's... not hot at all...❞

⛧𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖘⛧

A while ago, Behemoth got into an altercation with another demon and ended up sustaining excessive damage to his horns, so he decided to cut them off down to the root. Currently, they are growing back at a steady pace, but due to how low he cut them, the skin of his scalp around the base of his horns stretches as they grow, causing them to itch. Behemoth's horns, originally glossy black in color and reaching 45.72 centimeters long where they curved backward around his head, have a tendency to continue growing even after reaching the previously mentioned length. He's made a habit of grinding his horns down to a more manageable size as a way to deal with it.

⛧𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓⛧

4%: His constellation is... Taurus. 36%: His favorite food is... Cheap Junk Food. 64%: His ideal type is... someone who's down for whatever.

⛧𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖙⛧

👤 <「H͟e͟y͟」

👤 <「W​̲h​̲o​̲'​̲s​̲ ​̲n​̲u​̲m​̲b​̲e​̲r​̲ ​̲i​̲s​̲ ​̲t​̲h​̲i​̲s​̲?​̲」

👤 <「I​̲t​̲ ​̲w​̲a​̲s​̲ ​̲i​̲n​̲ ​̲m​̲y​̲ ​̲c​̲o​̲n​̲t​̲a​̲c​̲t​̲s​̲ ​̲b​̲u​̲t​̲ ​̲I​̲ ​̲f​̲o​̲r​̲g​̲o​̲t​̲ ​̲t​̲o​̲ ​̲p​̲u​̲t​̲ ​̲a​̲ ​̲n​̲a​̲m​̲e​̲ ​̲d​̲o​̲w​̲n​̲ ​̲o​̲r​̲ ​̲m​̲a​̲y​̲b​̲e​̲ ​̲I​̲ ​̲j​̲u​̲s​̲t​̲ ​̲d​̲i​̲d​̲n​̲'​̲t​̲ ​̲c​̲a​̲r​̲e​̲」

Choices: 「Y​̲o​̲u​̲ ​̲f​̲o​̲r​̲g​̲o​̲t​̲ ​̲m​̲e​̲ ​̲a​̲l​̲r​̲e​̲a​̲d​̲y​̲?​̲ ​̲I​̲'​̲m​̲ ​̲M​̲C​̲,​̲ ​̲w​̲e​̲ ​̲j​̲u​̲s​̲t​̲ ​̲t​̲a​̲l​̲k​̲e​̲d​̲」> or 「I​̲t​̲'​̲s​̲ ​̲m​̲e​̲!​̲ ​̲M​̲C​̲!​̲」>

👤 <「O​̲h​̲」

👤 <「W​̲e​̲l​̲l​̲ ​̲m​̲y​̲ ​̲b​̲a​̲d​̲ ​̲t​̲h​̲e​̲n​̲」

👤 <「A​̲c​̲t​̲u​̲a​̲l​̲l​̲y​̲,​̲ ​̲n​̲o​̲w​̲ ​̲t​̲h​̲a​̲t​̲ ​̲I​̲'​̲m​̲ ​̲t​̲a​̲l​̲k​̲i​̲n​̲g​̲ ​̲t​̲o​̲ ​̲y​̲o​̲u​̲,​̲ ​̲I​̲ ​̲h​̲a​̲v​̲e​̲ ​̲s​̲o​̲m​̲e​̲t​̲h​̲i​̲n​̲g​̲ ​̲t​̲o​̲ ​̲a​̲s​̲k​̲」

Choices: 「R​̲e​̲a​̲l​̲l​̲y​̲?​̲ ​̲T​̲h​̲a​̲t​̲'​̲s​̲ ​̲u​̲n​̲e​̲x​̲p​̲e​̲c​̲t​̲e​̲d​̲」> or 「S​̲u​̲r​̲e​̲ ​̲t​̲h​̲i​̲n​̲g​̲,​̲ ​̲w​̲h​̲a​̲t​̲'​̲s​̲ ​̲u​̲p​̲?​̲」>

👤 <「C​̲a​̲n​�� ​̲y​̲o​̲u​̲ ​̲l​̲e​̲n​̲d​̲ ​̲m​̲e​̲ ​̲s​̲o​̲m​̲e​̲ ​̲m​̲o​̲n​̲e​̲y​̲?​̲」

👤 <「I​̲ ​̲s​̲p​̲e​̲n​̲t​̲ ​̲t​̲h​̲e​̲ ​̲l​̲a​̲s​̲t​̲ ​̲o​̲f​̲ ​̲m​̲i​̲n​̲e​̲ ​̲o​̲n​̲ ​̲r​̲u​̲b​̲b​̲e​̲r​̲s​̲ ​̲a​̲n​̲d​̲ ​̲I​̲'​̲v​̲e​̲ ​̲g​̲o​̲t​̲ ​̲a​̲ ​̲h​̲e​̲l​̲l​̲ ​̲o​̲f​̲ ​̲a​̲ ​̲c​̲r​̲a​̲v​̲i​̲n​̲g​̲ ​̲f​̲o​̲r​̲ ​̲s​̲o​̲m​̲e​̲ ​̲s​̲h​̲i​̲t​̲t​̲y​̲ ​̲s​̲n​̲a​̲c​̲k​̲s​̲ ​̲r​̲i​̲g​̲h​̲t​̲ ​̲n​̲o​̲w​̲」

👤 <「Y​̲o​̲u​̲'​̲r​̲e​̲ ​̲f​̲r​̲i​̲e​̲n​̲d​̲s​̲ ​̲w​̲i​̲t​̲h​̲ ​̲T​̲a​̲r​̲t​̲a​̲r​̲o​̲s​̲'​̲ ​̲M​̲a​̲m​̲m​̲o​̲n​̲ ​̲o​̲r​̲ ​̲w​̲h​̲a​̲t​̲e​̲v​̲e​̲r​̲,​̲ ​̲r​̲i​̲g​̲h​̲t​̲?​̲ ​̲Y​̲o​̲u​̲ ​̲s​̲h​̲o​̲u​̲l​̲d​̲ ​̲h​̲a​̲v​̲e​̲ ​̲m​̲o​̲r​̲e​̲ ​̲t​̲h​̲a​̲n​̲ ​̲e​̲n​̲o​̲u​̲g​̲h​̲ ​̲c​̲a​̲s​̲h​̲ ​̲t​̲o​̲ ​̲s​̲p​̲a​̲r​̲e​̲」

Choices: 「I​̲ ​̲g​̲u​̲e​̲s​̲s​̲ ​̲I​̲ ​̲c​̲a​̲n​̲ ​̲l​̲e​̲n​̲d​̲ ​̲y​̲o​̲u​̲ ​̲s​̲o​̲m​̲e​̲」> or 「O​̲h​̲,​̲ ​̲s​̲u​̲r​̲e​̲,​̲ ​̲M​̲a​̲m​̲m​̲o​̲n​̲ ​̲d​̲i​̲d​̲ ​̲g​̲i​̲v​̲e​̲ ​̲m​̲e​̲ ​̲a​̲ ​̲l​̲o​̲t​̲」>

👤 <「G​̲o​̲o​̲d​̲」

👤 <「I​̲ ​̲w​̲a​̲s​̲ ​̲t​̲h​̲i​̲n​̲k​̲i​̲n​̲g​̲ ​̲t​̲h​̲a​̲t​̲ ​̲y​̲o​̲u​̲ ​̲w​̲o​̲u​̲l​̲d​̲ ​̲s​̲a​̲y​̲ ​̲n​̲o​̲,​̲ ​̲s​̲i​̲n​̲c​̲e​̲ ​̲y​̲o​̲u​̲'​̲r​̲e​̲ ​̲n​̲o​̲t​̲ ​̲a​̲l​̲l​̲ ​̲t​̲h​̲a​̲t​̲ ​̲h​̲o​̲t​̲,​̲ ​̲y​̲a​̲'​̲k​̲n​̲o​̲w​̲?​̲ ​̲B​̲u​̲t​̲ ​̲I​̲ ​̲g​̲u​̲e​̲s​̲s​̲ ​̲I​̲ ​̲w​̲a​̲s​̲ ​̲w​̲r​̲o​̲n​̲g​̲,​̲ ​̲y​̲o​̲u​̲'​̲r​̲e​̲ ​̲p​̲r​̲e​̲t​̲t​̲y​̲ ​̲h​̲o​̲t​̲ ​̲a​̲f​̲t​̲e​̲r​̲ ​̲a​̲l​̲l​̲」

👤 <「O​̲h​̲,​̲ ​̲t​̲h​̲a​̲t​̲'​̲s​̲ ​̲r​̲i​̲g​̲h​̲t​̲」

👤 <「I​̲'​̲m​̲ ​̲n​̲o​̲t​̲ ​̲p​̲a​̲y​̲i​̲n​̲g​̲ ​̲y​̲o​̲u​̲ ​̲b​̲a​̲c​̲k​̲,​̲ ​̲s​̲o​̲ ​̲d​̲o​̲n​̲'​̲t​̲ ​̲e​̲x​̲p​̲e​̲c​̲t​̲ ​̲a​̲n​̲y​̲t​̲h​̲i​̲n​̲g​̲ ​̲f​̲r​̲o​̲m​̲ ​̲m​̲e​̲,​̲ ​̲I​̲ ​̲p​̲r​̲o​̲b​̲a​̲b​̲l​̲y​̲ ​̲s​̲h​̲o​̲u​̲l​̲d​̲'​̲v​̲e​̲ ​̲m​̲e​̲n​̲t​̲i​̲o​̲n​̲e​̲d​̲ ​̲t​̲h​̲a​̲t​̲ ​̲b​̲e​̲f​̲o​̲r​̲e​̲」

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