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❝  you  have  misjudged  my  kind  .  not  all  those  who  reside  below  take  joy  on  the  tricks  of  a  hag  .  we  do  not  all  weave  webs  like  the  spider  queen  .  ❞      (  he  feigned  being  so  hurt  by  these  words  ,  a  clasp  to  his  chest  .  but  it  was  so  false  that  even  the  dead  could  hear  it  )      ❝  my  motives  ,  my  design  ,  it  is  not  to  trick  .  it  is  hope  .  i  deal  in  hope  .  ❞

❝  it  really  is  a  shame  ,  that  you  have  lost  the  devil  that  owns  you  now  ,  for  it  would  have  been  my  honour  ,  my  service  ,  to  give  you  that  hope  .  perhaps  even  a  description  -----  ❞      (  it  was  every  devil's  hobby  to  take  from  each  other  ,  if  there  was  a  loop  hole  .  a  devil  can  fight  for  the  ownership  of  a  soul  ;  and  a  trickster  devil  -----  their  wording  always  failed  among  the  furies  .  )

He could feel the spines that adorned his back raise like hackles under his robes, the raven on his shoulder ruffling all the same as she felt the rare boiling of anger coming from her dear caster.

"I care very little for the pity you claim to offer." he huffs, being brave and rather foolish in the face of another devil. But he had a lot of built up anger that he rarely let out, and it caused him to speak without really thinking.

"You speak as if you wouldn't have fooled me in a similar way? That devil had twisted the words of our agreement, saying I would be given the 'gift of sight' instead of saying my sight would be returned. Such a low and cruel thing to do... Though I suppose being of hell know only how to act so lowly."

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ambition  enriched  his  blood  ,  it  would  be  amiss  if  the  next  king  of  baator  was  but  a  cambion  .  not  pure  infernal  hell  .  his  strive  made  up  for  that  ,  his  dominance  .  his  father  would  never  catch  a  glance  as  his  spawn  lofted  above  him  from  the  first  to  the  ninth  .  no  longer  the  poor  ,  impudish  ,  little  pit  fiend  he  was  made  to  be  in  the  great  ice  city  .

astarion  was  alike  ,  a  mere  spawn  ,  no  power  in  blood  ,  never  allowed  to  feast  .  but  his  ambition  was  the  crux  of  it  all  .  he  could  enrich  that  blood  ,  surpass  as  master  .  a  beautiful  metaphor  that  downtrod  his  father  in  the  process  .

❝  our  deal  is  done  .  you  are  correct  ;  but  a  rudimentary  deal  as  that  is  a  waste  of  time  while  a  false  god  rises  in  the  dramatics  of  a  religious  plot  that  includes  real  dieties.  i  would  have  kicked  such  an  idea  to  the  docks  if  it  were  not  my  heart  stirring  .  ❞      (  lies  ,  built  upon  lies  )     

❝  but  i  have  yet  to  watch  you  take  your  potential  to  the  next  level  .  immortality  is  a  peculiar  thing  .  you  see  cities  burn  ,  people  die  .  extinction  .  and  you  learn  to  watch  as  the  paint  is  applied  to  the  canvas  .  no  matter  how  long  the  fresco  takes  to  paint  ,  it  is  a  masterpiece  .  you  have  yet  to  witness  your  own  glory  .  ❞      (  and  thus  )      ❝  the  fall  of  that  archdevil  and  any  plan  he  makes  ,  it  would  bring  a  tear  to  my  eye  to  witness  ,  if  i  could  remeber  how  to  cry  .  ❞

       a  chuckle  drew  from  the  devil  ,  long  and  soft  ,  like  a  friend  to  another  ,  not  the  usual  jibe  from  an  insult  .  poor  littlle  spawn  doesnt  realise  how  important  he  was  .  he  lay  a  centre  peice  of  his  hobby  -----  ignoring  all  the  yarn  the  head  of  camp  was  spinning  .

       a  passion  project  ,  or  a  need  ?  a  prodginy  wanting  to  free  himself  of  the  stigma  of  the  father  ,  the  past  of  a  playboy  in  the  hells  ,  a  bachaelor  with  no  glory  to  his  name  .  and  a  crown  was  worth  10  years  of  anger  ,  but  his  bloodline  was  worth  thousands  .

       those  scars  .

       ❝  ah  ,  a  tone  so  grating  ,  when  it  is  gratitude  you  owe  me  for  the  deal  with  those  scars  .  ❞  (  he  released  a  huff  of  hot  air  ,  even  the  mention  of  it  pained  him  -  but  he  did  not  show  it  ,  damn  those  scars  )  ❝  those  disgusting  brands  ,  in  a  handwriting  all  too  familiar  ...  ❞

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there  really  was  an  uncivilized  trait  in  mortals  ,  most  were  decent  enough  to  slip  it  under  the  rug  .  hide  it  in  the  cuboard  with  the  skeletons  .  the  chaos  .  it  was  digusting  .  there  should  always  be  order  in  forefront  of  destruction  .  artistic  ,  innovative  and  efficient  .

❝  then  you  understand  ,  little  mouse  .  but  i  have  no  need  to  see  this  city  burn  ,  it  is  of  no  care  of  mine  what  happens  to  such  a  pit  of  mud  .  the  crown  of  the  hells  is  what  my  hand  shall  grasp  .  and  it  will  be  tight  .  forceful  .  and  masterful  .  ❞  (  for  once  ,  this  was  truth  ,  between  his  flowery  words  lay  the  full  extent  of  his  plan  )  ❝  no  conversation  should  be  without  a  little  poetry  .  no  matter  how  bleak  or  disturbing  .  afterall  ,  you  are  a  little  mole  who  dug  out  of  the  underdark  ,  you  are  not  blind  to  the  grotesqueries  of  mortals  .  ❞

❝ who said anything about stopping you ? ❞ the drow reiterates , trying not to latch onto the image the devil paints oh so tactfully into his brain that's as repulsive as it is impressively descriptive . ❝ i just think it'd be fun to watch you get punched in the nose . ❞ particularly now , after this exchange .

❝ hells , i'd be rooting for you if i weren't just a squirmy little worm in a web at the opposite end of the board of whatever game it is you think you're playing , ❞ civility , he says . but he wonders just how much of a sore loser the devil really is . does he throw tantrums when nobody is watching ? flip over the board ? he looks like the type . ❝ but i enjoy a good show as much as the next blood thirsty drow ... rip everything to shreds , scorch baldur's gate , ❞ the tight lipped smile strains on his face , and inevitably falters . ❝ i don't care , ❞ he does . he plays the role well , but if he didn't , he wouldn't be here . ❝ but could i maybe get a warning before the colorful visuals next time ? ❞

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and  so  the  hounds  surround  the  fox  ,  corner  it  ,  bite  at  its  feet  ,  at  its  tail  .  till  it  is  weakened  .  then  it  is  dangerous  .  it  will  snarl  and  attempt  to  free  itself  ;  here  it  does  not  care  if  it  feels  pain  ,  as  long  as  it  survives  .  mystra  and  her  chosen  were  on  parr  with  hell  hounds  for  their  brutality  ;  sticks  and  stones  ,  but  their  words  have  torn  this  poor  soul  apart  .

❝  this  is  no  primogenitus  ,  no  anima  commutationem  ;  you  know  the  power  of  the  orb  betwixt  that  so  heavy  chest  ,  holding  such  heavy  feelings  .  to  waste  it  in  the  answer  for  forgiveness  ;  well  that  would  be  a  waste  .  and  i  want  it  .  ❞  (  imagine  the  power  ,  the  crown  of  karsus  ,  the  orb  ,  and  the  staff  still  locked  deep  in  the  abyss  .  )  ❝  but  patience  ,  fox  ,  the  hounds  have  you  surrounded  .  if  only  they  lost  the  scent  .  ❞

this is foolish, stupid, truly the most idiotic thing he's done. ( what other choice does he have, though? her lack of answer has driven him to this, her lack of response has festered this thing inside him. desperate needy hungry. ) gale takes his words for grains of salt, careful and reluctant to jump upon the devil's offer.

"it can't be that easy." he says, finally, squinting at the devil with tight crossed arms. it's not, and they both know it. "what do you want in exchange? my soul? first born child that will never exist? eternal servitude to your legion?"

this is so foolish, but he's so desperate. desperation makes fools of everyone.

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i should prolly be more present here ... but i am .... working on hcs and stuff scripting some comics so things might need a rehaul .

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no . 1 bachelor of the 9 hells , nepotism incarnate . with raging daddy issues .

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sitting here thinking about why the fuck raph would go to avernus , when he probably was the no . 1 bachelor of mephistar and probably the whole of the nine hells , no consort , a lot of determination and aspiration , he was perfecto . like ... i know why he wanted to be in avernus , but how did he fly so hard that he went from the 8th to the 1st ..... perhaps he used that to his advantage : imagine is he was babygirling to zariel so hard to live on her layer : she wouldnt stand some nepo baby otherwise on her layer of hell .

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TAIL CHECK !

 ❝  you  have  eyes  ?  do  they  deceive  you  ,  i  have  a  tail  ,  yes  ,  i  am  checked  ?  ❞

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❝  ah  -----  but  the  ballad  wouldnt  do  justice  to  the  blood  you  sow  ,  or  the  sorrows  you  carry  .  ❞  (  there  is  a  snide  snicker  ,  he  knew  more  ,  more  about  the  blood  running  through  viens  ,  itching  to  escape  )  ❝  there  is  war  ,  there  is  greif  ,  there  is  no  hope  :  i  am  fully  booked  .  ❞

       he  puffs  his  chest  ,  gallantly  he  switches  his  weight  to  the  other  leg  ,  common  practice  when  he  was  ready  to  trist  with  words  .

❝  oh  ?  you  beleive  to  trust  a  figment  of  your  dreams  ;  one  that  asked  of  you  to  consure  more  in  greed  of  power  ,  to  merely  not  worry  about  the  invasion  in  your  mind  matter  ?  ❞  (  a  laugh  )  ❝  how  brainless  .  you  are  as  much  a  thrall  to  hope  as  you  are  the  intruder  .  why  not  beleive  in  I  ?  something  far  more  tangeable  than  a  being  who  would  never  appear  before  you  as  i  have  today  .  ❞

". . . two devils in a graveyard. balladeers would love this," raphael is spared an idle glance. exhaustion hollowed your cheeks and set your haunted eyes afloat in shadows of evening shade. you are a man changed, "lots happened, mate, or has conning bairns into infernal pacts kept you that busy?"

shadows snarl from beyond the shell of isobel's hallowed magic. you do not fear them. within the thick folds of your travel cloak, your twitching knife-hand curls into a fist, "i've been told i shouldn't worry about my tadpole. what do you make of their advice?"

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       a  chuckle  drew  from  the  devil  ,  long  and  soft  ,  like  a  friend  to  another  ,  not  the  usual  jibe  from  an  insult  .  poor  littlle  spawn  doesnt  realise  how  important  he  was  .  he  lay  a  centre  peice  of  his  hobby  -----  ignoring  all  the  yarn  the  head  of  camp  was  spinning  .

       a  passion  project  ,  or  a  need  ?  a  prodginy  wanting  to  free  himself  of  the  stigma  of  the  father  ,  the  past  of  a  playboy  in  the  hells  ,  a  bachaelor  with  no  glory  to  his  name  .  and  a  crown  was  worth  10  years  of  anger  ,  but  his  bloodline  was  worth  thousands  .

       those  scars  .

       ❝  ah  ,  a  tone  so  grating  ,  when  it  is  gratitude  you  owe  me  for  the  deal  with  those  scars  .  ❞  (  he  released  a  huff  of  hot  air  ,  even  the  mention  of  it  pained  him  -  but  he  did  not  show  it  ,  damn  those  scars  )  ❝  those  disgusting  brands  ,  in  a  handwriting  all  too  familiar  ...  ❞

Astarion's lip hitched at the devil's approach, a sharp reaction borne out of mild annoyance. Maybe Raphael had gotten wind of how Astarion kept tripping over every opportunity to convince his peers to lend him a hand with Cazador and thought he had a snowball's chance in hell of settling another deal with the spawn. What did the devil even stand to gain out of it anyway?

A snort ripped out of him.

"Excuse me, I've been keeping myself very well fed, thank you." Astarion didn't care for pleasantries at this point, but still managed to somehow weaponise charm like no other. "Baldur's Gate doesn't exactly want for thieves and cutthroats nobody would miss." The pale elf himself just might have ranked quite high on that list. "And as much as I couldn't care less about the alignment of the one I'm drinking from, killing these so called good people comes with its share of headaches some of us could honestly get behind."

To the hells with being a hero. Bread and circuses was the caveat of it all- blood, sex, and murder. In that order.

"What do you want, devil?" Annoyance dissolved into tamed curiosity with the quirk of a brow and folded arms. "I doubt you've come to invite me out for dinner, and the leader of our merry little entourage is all the way back in camp."

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       an  infernal  mind  was  pristine  ,  often  calculated  ,  there  was  little  room  to  think  of  such  an  image  ,  but  the  mere  voiced  opinion  of  the  barbaric  thing  ,  made  his  nose  rise  in  disgust  .  it  was  breif  ,  quick  second  ,  and  washed  away  with  the  wicked  laughter  ,  small  chuckles  hidden  behind  a  fist  for  composure  .

       ❝  now  that  would  be  a  sight  to  behold  ,  my  favourite  clients  ,  in  the  pig  muck  they  were  bore  in  ;  but  it  would  take  more  than  a  mere  smack  to  stop  me  from  getting  what  i  want  .  ❞  (  which  he  did  not  hide  ;  a  devil  turns  up  ,  they  want  a  bargain  .  )  ❝  does  not  mean  i  do  not  prefer  the  civility  in  a  glass  of  wine  and  game  of  lanceboard  above  a  latrine  .  ❞

those cat eyes crinkle , and yet --- it feels ... practiced . ❝ you keep popping up like this ... one of these days - you're bound to find one of us indecent . ❞   the drow abandons his combative posture , but remains subtly cautious . ❝ ... tempting , i know . but i'll warn you the girls punch surprisingly hard , no matter how dainty their hands may look . ❞ his upturned nose twitches , almost as if drawing from a personal recollection .

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       a  huff  of  air  ,  inhale  ,  a  tell  tale  sign  he  was  about  to  rant  ,  looking  down  the  nose  at  the  pathetic  thing  .  knowlege  that  souls  are  bound  ,  and  someday  that  soul  will  be  branded  and  bottled  in  a  coin  ,  traded  for  a  pittance  on  the  battlefield  of  the  blood  war  .

       ❝  such  a  pity  ,  to  feel  so  hopeless  ,  enough  to  latch  onto  an  anonymous  devil  .  how  grasping  .  ❞  (  there  is  a  smile  that  he  is  hiding  ,  though  he  had  made  a  choice  to  not  fully  hide  the  lack  of  sympathy  )  ❝  if  only  you  had  found  me  -----  ❞  (  such  an  easy  mark  -  and  the  greed  that  lay  in  his  heart  was  almost  jealous  of  such  a  devil  to  have  found  such  a  specimen  .  )

The spaded end of the tiefling's tail gave an irritable flick as it laid low by his cloven feet, one of his ears twitching. Such a bold accusation, but was there any harm in being forthcoming? If anything, the truth only further bashed the names of devils.

"I sought a devil's aid to regain my sight as a last resort. But as you can likely tell, that deal was... poorly made. My own fault, and even more so because I never caught the devil's name." A name was a powerful thing, after all. It could help a devil be found again too.

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god when i get time ... i will draw what my raph looked like when he was heir of mephistar and everyone will loose their shit cause man .... everyone in cania is slooty as hell because thats the fashion , more cold , less clothes . show off the hellfire blood .

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things raphael does in the house of hope before coming out to the material plane to ruin your day :

check himself in the mirror

drink wine

check himself in the mirror

look at his collection

check himself in the mirror

admire his contracts and check them

check himself in the mirror

throw knives at his portrait of him and his father

check himself in the mirror

check again in the mirror

leave

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𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 (a collection of prompts inspired by quotes saved on my Pinterest boards. Some have romantic undertones, but not all of them. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary) 

"We won't forget about each other, right?"

"I broke my rules for you."

"I'm scared as hell to want you, but here I am, wanting you anyway."

"Why should I apologize for the monster I've become? No one ever apologized for making me this way."

"I am the monster you created."

"You attack one of us you attack all of us."

"History is written by the victors."

"I was born to make history."

"We're just kids. We aren't supposed to be heroes."

"'Beautiful' is a lazy and lousy way to describe me."

"I will be brutal."

"I want so badly to protect you from the world, because I know all too well how bad it can be."

"You see the best in people."

"Power belongs to those who take it."

"If you don't terrify people a little bit then what's the point."

"Where you go, I go."

"We could be the greatest team that the world has ever seen."

"Together or not at all."

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out."

"You frustrate me incredibly."

"If I disappear, will you look for me?"

"Do you think I care about anything but you?"

"Come on, dance with me. The Earth is spinning, we can't just stand on it."

"Enemies make the best lovers."

"A knife? Are you flirting with me?"

"I almost had you, didn't I?"

"I trusted you."

"In my defense, I was left unsupervised."

"Broken people understand broken people."

"If you don't want a sarcastic answer, don't ask a stupid question."

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rude and mildly threatening hand gestures behind tav's back.

       he  clocks  the  gestures  and  merely  gallantly  smiles  .  such  childish  beahvaior  ,  but  expected  of  the  tiefling  . 

       ❝  my  my  ,  that  behavior  is  unbecomming  of  a  soldier  .  ❞

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dunno why i put the bi flag on raph cause we all know its just him (m) and him (f) he's interested in atm .