frozen in time

         oh, you can't                   and you can't                            see the weight of my heart [ indie satan / ryou asuka rp blog from devilman ]

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It isn’t now Nor will ever be— 

                                                            Soft                                                            Gentle                                                            Loving

                                                                                       We are monsters.                                                                                        All gnashing teeth                                                                                       And happy to destroy.    

We are monsters.

                                    { Destruction is our middle name }

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♕ a devil's return;

[humanedemon]

Seeing so many humans gathered in one place to have fun rather than to hide away from demonic creatures was one hell of a nostalgic scene for him. Dazed, he followed after Satan, but was stopped short by a hand at his chest from the bouncer. Akira glowered down at the offensive hand, his eyebrows furrowing to seem more menacing than ever — perhaps more so than the bouncer himself. With a gulp, the guard backed off, not even bothering to check his ID.

Grinning, he winked cheekily at the rejected men lined up at the wall before strutting in. Well, that was nice. There were some good things to possessing Amon’s body, after all.

Upon entering the dimly lit room, he was greeted by the sight of drunk youngsters and sweaty dancers who were crowding the bar and occupying nearly every nook and cranny of the club. Usually, such scenes would have upset the man, but not anymore. Being in his destroyed world void of any humans had desensitized him of the sort. 

All his confidence was stripped away once he was tugged in by Satan to the dance floor, a blush settling onto his tan cheeks when kissed just about anywhere. His heart seemed to beat along to the addictive rhythm that vibrated along the walls and along the dancing bodies around them. His large hands rested awkwardly at their hips. 

He felt eyes on them both. If not for Satan’s beauty, it was for his impressive size in comparison to the angel — to everyone, really. He stood out with his muscular frame, but his clothes certainly complimented him in the right parts. Akira paid them no mind after a while, leaning down to smile against Satan’s forehead. 

"You make it sound like I didn’t enjoy the previous nights we’ve spent together." His voice is a low hum against their temple, only for their ears to hear. "But I want you to enjoy this, too — I’ll make sure you do."  He’s not a dancer, but he can at least move accordingly to the beat. Akira nipped teasingly at their ear with a chuckle.

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Unlike Akira, Satan--and Ryou--was a fantastic dancer. Hours alone in a large house left to their own devices with only a bunch of records and tapes had given them a lot of time to practice. They drew back, their feet and hips moving accordingly to the beat with great expertise.

Their trench coat twirled around them when they moved. If their wings were out, surely they'd be fluttering with happiness. Blue eyes glinted mischievously in the dim lighting. Neon lights flashed over Satan's face, barely giving Akira a good look at the angel as they moved in closer.

Back pressed to Akira's front, they guided his hands down the length of their torso and tilted their head back.

"You're awful at this," they teased, stepping back onto one of Akira's feet purposefully. It'd be funny to get a rise out of him, he was cute when he was all pouty. Satan grinned, white teeth gleaming in the dark club.

When they turned to fully face Akira, their hands moved to the collar of the black wife-beater he wore. It fit him nicely, they thought, their hand smoothing out over the bit of exposed chest. "Akira..."

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"Mrau, Myaaah~" Kitty slides past the angel and starts rubbing the sides of his head against those big white wings.

With a warm smile, Satan kneels down and runs a hand over the little kitten’s spine, all the way to the base of his tail.

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The little cat turns up to look as this great seraph kneels down to stroke his fur. He’s in luck, this must be another nice person just like his human.

"Nyaaaa~ " Shineko brushes against wings one more time before skipping up to the angel, flopping down and rolling on to his back.

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A little laugh emits from them, and they gladly play with the little kitten just as he wants. When he rolls onto his back, long, pale fingers tickle into his warm belly, then scratch up at his chest.

"You're cute..." They murmured quietly, thoughtfully. In their world, this little creature would have been devoured by a demon without a second thought.

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I hate to see you cry Your smile is a beautiful lie I hate to see you cry My love is dying inside

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Satan sure never failed to surprise Akira, did they? Everything was so confusing, especially when they pulled him along into some strange dimension that was highly questionable. Only when he found himself fully dressed and on his two feet on a street that seemed so familiar yet foreign did he make any sense of the situation. 

A rush of excitement pushed away any remnants of lingering doubt in his heart. Humans! Live humans! As strange as it was, Akira could smell them, even from so far away. Dark eyes that usually were void of any happiness were brighter than usual, widened with awe as he tried to take in this world all at once. He turned to Satan — no, Ryou for now — excitedly, barely able to contain his emotions. 

"Ryou," he sighed happily, brushing away tears of admiration with a loud sniffle. "You’re so nice…" The way Akira trailed after the disguised angel could only be seen as a puppy would follow its master to others. 

As glad as he was to be in a somewhat familiar world again, the mentioning of a club made him jerk back in suspicion. He caught up soon enough beside the shorter being, giving them a look of disbelief as he was winked at. “You know I don’t like surprises,” Akira warned gently, his bottom lip jutting out childishly in a pout. “It better not be a weird one.”

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A chuckle left them. "It's a club. It's bound to be weird." Reaching into their pocket, they withdrew two IDs. One for Akira, one for themselves. One was passed over to Akira as they neared the club, which was visible from a distance due to the bright neon sign. There was the throb of a bassline and beat of drums that seemed to make the air vibrate.

Flashing their ID at the bouncer, they stepped inside the crowded club with a little smirk on their face. Immediately, they had a few women flocking to them, but they turned them down in favor of the man who had followed in after him.

Satan turned to Akira and grasped onto the front of his shirt, walking backwards into the crowd and drawing him forth so their bodies pressed together. Blue eyes closed, lashes brushing across their cheeks, and they smiled in contentment as their arms found their way around Akira's neck.

"I'll be sure this night is one you'll enjoy." A kiss was pressed to Akira's chin, then peppered along his jaw. "Who knows, maybe I'll even let you touch me--like--this." Each word was emphasized with a kiss until Satan had reached Akira's ear, breathing against it. Pale hands found tan ones and guided them to their waist, before taking their place around his neck again.

For now, they nuzzled against the larger male's chest.

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askmobiankirara replied to your post: “Are you really /the/ satan? Like used-to-be-or-still-is-an-angel satan?”:

"... wow. I've only heard of you in stories"

"That's what most people say."

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Monsters are tragic beings. They are born too tall, too strong, too heavy. They are not evil by choice. That is their tragedy. They do not attack people because they want to, but because of their size and strength, mankind has no other choice but to defend himself. After several stories such as this, people end up having a kind of affection for the monsters. They end up caring about them.

Ishiro Honda (via ironiconion)

This quote is so rarely printed in its entirety. Fantastic.

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Um hello i'm Shinji Ikari…. - Shinji

Shinji, huh?

Ryou. Ryou Asuka.

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"Are you um from around here?" Shinji asked trying to overcome his shyness. "uh i’m just a student by the way…" the last part was something Misato told him to say once.. she hadn’t really reprimanded him for saying he was an eva pilot but didn’t want him to go around saying it… 

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"Can't say I am," Satan replied without missing a beat, cocking their head to the side and giving the boy before them a once-over. A shy, cautious kid by the looks of it. Now why would someone like him approach someone like Satan?

There was no way they looked welcoming, or anything.

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Um hello i'm Shinji Ikari…. - Shinji

Shinji, huh?

Ryou. Ryou Asuka.

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"Nice to meet you uh Ryoh-san." Shiji extended his hand. 

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Satan looked down at the boy's hand, quirking a brow behind their aviators, but just nodded and grasped his hand to give it a firm shake.

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Are you really /the/ satan? Like used-to-be-or-still-is-an-angel satan?

... Last I checked, I'm the real deal.