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d e a t h s e e r ( if i told you that i can ( n. ) ability to see spirits s e e y o u r d e a t h and mortal’s deaths. would you believe me? ) « ocverse literate nsfw »
[ ✯ ] headcanon !
` // she lingers around graveyards, preferably the ones near the mansion, as she tries to find fresh bodies to devour 。
` // she does not miss her family nor does she even remember them; losing her parents at a young age, the female only has a limited amount of memories with them in it — which she tries to hold on to. although, she clearly remembers the pain and suffering she dealt with her relatives 。
` // therefore, she enjoys being the seer and working for satan. unlike the dealer, the youngest helper has no intentions of leaving 。
she was alone in a world filled with worthless, disgusting mortals. her sisters were still in battle while she was sent back to earth filled with cuts and bruises, her blood seeping through the fabric of her clothing. she didn't bother to take her clothes off; instead, she sat in the ceramic tub with her head in her hands, the stinging pain of the warm water causing her to flinch every so often. it would take time for her to heal; about a day or two. she's killed many angels during her time at war and now, she was exhausted. exhausted, bruised up and starving; after she has recovered, she will surely start to prey on mortals. glancing up to stare at the cuts and bruises on her body, yujin couldn't help but smile softly to herself — a rather dark and sadistic expression as she tipped her head slightly. "battle scars." she mumbled to herself before digging her filthy nails in her flesh, releasing a loud cry as the establishment began to shook. a simple bath was not enough to cleanse her entire being; she had to physically hurt herself — drain a good amount of blood out of her system ( bad blood, as she likes to call it ). after what seemed like minutes, yujin released her flesh and let her body relax against the cool ivory colored container, the crimson liquid flushing down the drain.
Zophiel didn’t even need to think twice about the sight of the woman whose form had now morphed into something humans would identify as terrifying. All at once, the Archangel’s haziness had vanished, and then he knew just what this woman was. “Reaper,” he growled, falling back a good few steps and took a defensive stance. “I’ve got no intention of attacking so you better stand down or I will use force.” He stared the woman down. Initially Zophiel had never interfered with any of her kind seeing it as their business was none of his concern, but if they were to attack him, well, he wasn’t going down without a fight. His hands were clenched into fists held out in front of him, his shoulder blades reddening beneath the flimsy fabric of his white v-neck, wings ready to unfurl if need be.
{ ✯ } — ❝ reaper? ❞ she arched her brow, staring at him with judgmental eyes; it then hit her that not everyone was aware of satan's helpers — well, not all of them. ❝ seer, actually. ❞ she corrected him, grinning as she shrugged slightly, her feet finally touching the ground. ❝ i'm not the reaper, that's the oldest one's job. i'm the seer, you know, the one who sees death and all that. ❞ her tone was filled with sarcasm and mockery; at this point, despite him knowing who she really was, yujin still felt unthreatened. snorting softly, the young demon rolled her eyes while walking around him, eyeing his shoulder blades. ❝ calm down, oh heavenly being. no need to use force, i'm just teasing. ❞ she grinned teasingly, her devilish form began to slowly vanish and replaced by her human form. she raised her hands up as if she was 'surrendering', tipping her head slightly while shrugging her shoulders once again. ❝ see, no harm. ❞
[ And I swear to you ʇɥɐʇ those who would harm you will die s c r e a m i n g ]
{ ✯ } — stepping out of the forbidden double doors, flames surrounding the opening as she dropped her sword on the ground, the young demon was breathing heavily before tossing several pairs of blood-stained wings on the ground, as well. shutting the doors behind her, yujin groaned while threading her soiled fingers through her hair, scratches and bruises covered her body as she wobbled her way to the bathroom. if anyone saw her right now, they would think that she just came back from a fight — which she did. getting called on the last minute by him, she was definitely not prepared at all. it didn't help that the fight lasted for days, in which she lost count on, and the young demon was hungry — starving, actually. although, during her fight with the archangels, she felt her powers grow stronger, making it easier for her to control her demonic form to come out; in addition, she also learned a new power. it was still weak and uncontrollable but it made her happy to know that she was learning another power — touch of death. smirking, the female glanced out from the bathroom window, her ragged clothes scattered on the floor. suddenly, her eyes flickered from brown to blue, until they turned green as a menacing chuckle slipped past her lips.
"i'm back~"
Her hands moved senselessly across the page; sketches these days consisted of people, not designs, and this bothered her greatly. She didn’t have a particular affinity for sympathy and empathy and all the emotions she considered to be total bullshit and useless, and her art seemed to reflect the contrary. How annoying. Now her pages were graced with roughly-drawn faces of happiness — an emotion Gabbana usually obtained through the company of her beloved brother — and little notes that came in illegible handwriting. “Yeah, well, that’s life for you,” Gabanna commented off-handedly at the statement she heard, lead stalling over paper as she looked up again, and assess the stranger’s features, wondering why the hell anyone would point out something so obvious, and appear so distraught over it. “Were you raised in a padded white room or something? Everyone knows life is unfair. Get over it.”
{ ✯ } — the young demon snorted at the mortal, rolling her eyes slightly; she forgot that some mortals were snarky and had issues in their lives, thus taking it out on strangers. she's seen it before and it was amusing. ❝ no, hell, actually. ❞ she knew that even if she responded truthfully, no one would believe her. ❝ how about you? a mansion filled with expensive shit with maids to do everything for your lazy ass and drivers to drive you around? ❞ she asked, arching her brow slightly as her eyes began to flicker to her blue hues. it was happening again; lately, she would suddenly transform into her demonic state, despite trying to control it. it's still daytime.. she told herself, threading her fingers through her hair. too many people will see if i harm anyone.
yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but a supreme enemy you can make out with sometimes in secret sounds a lot more hardcore
"Hm," he furrowed his brows in thought and scratched at his scalp as if that would help him put into words what he seemed to be feeling. There was never a good way to say his feel for the aura of another supernatural creature in his midst; for sure if he were to describe his own aura, he’d call it unwanted as well. "D’you know… that thing when you sense… things, like," he swallowed, the blond of his bangs dropping over his eyes. He rakes back his hair and gestured around with his hand, "Like a sixth sense, right." Zophiel, his thoughts began to call out in a frustrated tone, pull yourself together for fuck’s sake. “Alright, alright,” he started again, “kind of… it’s like me only the opposite—” Hell on fucking earth, Zoph!
{ ✯ } — by this time, the female's hands were replaced by claws and her canines slowly began to protrude. as he continued to speak, she watched him carefully while approaching him slowly; her feet were a few inches off the ground, making it easier for her to get behind him, a soft smirk visible on her lips. ❝ yeah, i know what you mean. ❞ she mumbled, her voice that was once soft sounded differently — it was coarse and slightly deep. that's right, you're almost there... she thought to herself as the smirk on her lips grew, the tip of her nail grazing his nape gently. ❝ come on, think harder. you're almost there. ❞ she chuckled, tongue grazing against her lips.
While he’s still in a dilemma on whether or not to turn back for her, but then again, it occurs to him that she’s a demon. Though, he looked over his shoulder for a glance just to spot her downing her own blood as he saw drips of it down her arm. When she’s calling for him, his footfalls came to a halt anyway. Clenching his jaw, he knows for a fact that she could not be trusted even when she let him leave in the first place.
Her voice was almost firm, the hint of tremulous in her voice is no longer there which assure him that she no longer needed a victim to feast on. Neither does he want to be next one if they happen to meet each other again. Still, he turns toward her direction in silence and not even responding to her.
{ ✯ } — tipping her head slightly, yujin was amused by the fact that despite knowing what she was, he still turned towards her. she scrutinized him from head to toe, trying to figure out what he was; he was definitely not a demon. can he be an angel? no, he didn't have that type of presence. vampire? couldn't be. merman? impossible. ❝ can you speak? ❞ she asked, her voice dripping in venom as she arched her brow; she grew irritated by the fact that he barely spoke. ❝ do you have a name, at least? ❞
Aware of what’s ahead of him, he’s already at the brink in pulling his weapon out to end her. He could have already tell she was a demon before and it’s the price for not believe in his own instinct. Nevertheless he didn’t back away after witnessing her iris changing it’s color from a dark tone to blue, especially when she pushed him aside. Though his intention was not to harm her, he knew at that moment where he had to flee in order to survive their first encounter. ❝It’s alright.❞ He muttered before he turned his back on her as it is surely not the best times for her to be interrupted but he could not leave her behind just like that though his steps are already taking him away from her, adding more distance between them.
{ ✯ } — she noticed that he was inching away from her and it annoyed her how he probably already knew what she was while she was still clueless. clearing her throat, the female thought of the one thing that could possibly help her at this; bringing her wrist up to her lips, her canines sinking into her flesh as she began to drink her own blood. the thick liquid traveled down her throat and soon enough, the pain on her legs soon disappeared. regaining energy, yujin smirked as she stood up straight, wiping her blood-stained lips with the back of her hand. ❝ hey, you. ❞
Spanking and twitching.
Soon as he’s closer to the stature he saw previously, superficial before him is a female who appeared to be ill and infirm upon how her legs are trembling and the grimace on her face with her slender figure using the wall for a support. He approached the latter despite the urge of being wary internally, grabbing a hold of her arm so she would not fall to the ground and instead letting her lean against him instead.
A frown creasing across his forehead in concern, scrutinizing her head to toe just to be sure she wasn’t wounded anywhere. ❝Are you alright? What happened?❞
{ ✯ } — her eyes flickered from her normal brown hues to her blue one, her body began tremble as her claws slowly began to form. she felt someone grip on her arm causing her to jump in surprise as she snarled, shooting a glare at him. at this point, she was stuck in between her mortal state and her demonic state; she was using whatever energy she had left to stay mortal until she knew what he really was. leaning against the other, she could hear his heart beat and she began to wonder what it could taste like — since he wasn't 'normal', it would probably taste better than any mortal's heart. ❝ i'm fine.. ❞ she whispered, clearing her throat before pushing herself away from him gently, trying to stand up on her on. ❝ sorry about that... ❞
A dagger is always kept for his own good since carrying his arrows and bow aren’t too convenient in such a place. But he chose not to act impulsive on this one, although he sense the atmosphere is oddly quiet as if time has frozen. It is probably that either it’s only him that always has been aware of his surroundings. People are not as nice as they seem to be.
He strides forward without a doubt. A part of him is extremely curious of what could cause him to be so cautious. Hands shoved in his jeans pockets, staring ahead though occasionally he’d take a glance here and there.
{ ✯ } — as she continued to approach him, she felt a presence — something definitely didn't seem right. was he part of some supernatural species, as well? a part of her wanted to take a step back; she wasn't strong enough to fight anyone at the moment but the other part of her was screaming for food. as she continued to approach him, she felt a sharp pain on her calves causing her to wince in pain and lunge forward, almost falling to the ground. ❝ fuck.. ❞ she cursed, catching herself before leaning against the cement wall. of all times for her to be weak, this happened right now.
The taller is usually found alone, wandering around his whereabouts trying to get familiar of the place he's been residing after a while. The streets were usually tranquil until he noticed a shadow of a female coming towards his way but chose to ignore it, unless, it suddenly bare itself to sight in front of him.
{ ✯ } — panting, the female kept looking back to see if he ( more like his presence ) was still following her and luckily, there was no one around. as usual, yujin snuck out of the mansion late at night to cause some trouble. wandering around the mansion grounds for days grew tiring for the young demon and it was time for her to leave again. disheveled hair, bruised feet and her skirt slightly ripped, yujin finally stopped running as her legs grew weak. threading her fingers through her hair, the female glanced up and caught a glimpse of a male not too far from where she was, her stomach growled instantly and a soft smirk formed on her lips as she approached him. interesting…
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