devils don't cry ;

Maddox Knox. I stared into the abyss and told it to kiss my ass.

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uluxinexitium:

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NAME: maddox knox 
BIRTHDAY:  january 19th 
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: none. ZODIAC SIGN: capricorn/aquarius cusp. 
SIBLINGS: none. (in this timeline) 
PETS: none. 
TIME: 4:54 pm [ MST ] 
PHONE: andriod?  
LOVE OR LUST: passion. 
LEMONADE OR ICED TEA: limeade. 
CATS OR DOGS: cats. 
COKE OR PEPSI: coke. 
DAY OR NIGHT: dusk. 
MEET A CELEBRITY: and do what? 
CHAPSTICK OR LIPSTICK:  chapstick. 
CITY OR COUNTRY: city,  always. 
LAST SONG PLAYED: silhouette by aquilo

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[luxinexitium]

BOLD any fears which apply to your muse. Italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark || fire || open water || deep water || being alone || crowded spaces || confined spaces || change || failure || war || loss of control || powerlessness || prison || blood || drowning || suffocation || public speaking || natural animals || the supernatural || heights || death || dying || intimacy || rejection || abandonment || loss || the unknown || the future || not being good enough || scary stories || speaking to new people || poverty || loud noises || being touched || sex || chains || inner demons || hallucinations || staring || going berserk || betrayal ||

TAGGED BY: @luxinexitium

TAGGING: @yvms, @newblccd, @wvrchild, @pericol

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❅. Devil's Dalliance ;

[yvms-deactivated20160803]

「 ♱ 」 Another half breed sin. 

Amaranthine hated them. She hated everything that had to do with angels and demons. They were all a race of disgusting creations and she was no better. it was fair enough to say she hated herself for being one of them.

Now her dislike to the one she had come across multiple times had increased to a tenfold. Why didn’t it surprise her that Maddox would too show his face up in a scene like this. Body splattered with blood of the disgrace SHE should have gotten rid of.  

❝ I don’t fuckin’ have time for your bullshit maddox. That was my kill and now you cost me important information.❞ Silver eyes glistened brightly with hatred and annoyance.

Shotgun loaded and pointed towards the pest that had taken out an informative showing no signs of hesitation. Now how she was to find the location of his cross road demon?   ❝ You know what, it does suck to suck right? ❞ A sly smile spread across her lips. The sound of the safety clip begin removed echoed throughout the abandoned warehouse as she raised an brow and directed the barrel of the weapon to aim for Cambion’s knee cap.

❝ How bad would it ruin your night, if i just shot ya in the kneecap right now. You know what they say right? And eye for an eye? I’m more like a dead body for a knee cap. so you tell me, should i just shoot you down right now and call it a night? I’m sure holy water soaked ammo would just be a highlight for you.❞

[burnedhalo]

❝ Holy shit, you keep the safety on your guns? Weak sauce. ❞ Maddox tsked as he heard the telltale click. He faintly wondered how much Amara really knew about him, like truly, really knew about him. 

Did she think he was a demon? An angel? Apparently, she knew enough to shoot him with holy water, which would probably burn, since he felt decidedly divine today. It would burn like a motherfucker, take awhile to heal-- but fatal? As if.

He didn’t know what Amara was up to, and he didn’t care. He had a file on her back home, tracing some of her usual haunts, targets she often had, but that was about it. Her file was sparse; he could admit to not giving Amara and her brand of angelic fuckery more than a passing thought until he was staring down the barrel of her gun.

Maddox sneered.  ❝ I’m not sure pissing me off would be the greatest use of your time. Cause if you think shooting me will go unretaliated, you better fucking think again. ❞

He jut his chin forward, just daring her to do it. He never minded going home blood splattered.

[burnedhalo]

also, the big changes upcoming for maddox-- mostly that this will be a multi-muse, but of the same muse, if that makes sense? i might over all switch back to single verse if i do better, but it’ll be maddox kwon and maddox knox. two fcs, but more or less the same character, i think. i’m not gonna phase maddox out, of course, but my focus will be switching!

yeah fuck that i’m just switching faces, but i won’t drop the threads i have, don’t worry.

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unless you’re @luxinexitium or @yvms i’m dropping plotting/threads with you b/c i hate doing starters or going out of my way for plotting and you can’t be fucked to reply.

[burnedhalo]

❅. Expectation! ;

[luxinexitium]

The human part of you doesn’t matter. Only one person had ever told him that before, and they hadn’t elaborated beyond the statement. It was just a fact that lodged itself into his brain like wreckage on a shore. Rusty, jagged, an unpleasant sight marring an otherwise inoffensive location. Over the years, though, Kyungsoo had managed to cover it up under piles of sand, ocean waves beating against the steel and slowly weathering it away. Deleting the thought had seemed feasible, no matter how long it would take to accomplish, but hearing it again puts all his hard work to waste. A hurricane to his sad pile of sand, years of effort laid to waste.

”But..” Kyungsoo begins, his brows pinching together ever so slightly. He keeps his gaze fixed on the ground and blinks once, then twice, collecting messy thoughts to forge coherent phrases. “It has to matter. Being human, even only half-human, has to make some difference. Sulfur, iron, salt.. I get it. They’ll always have an effect on me, but.. Humans fight. Some may give up, or lose.. But some of them win. No matter how weak or small that part of me is, I want to hold onto it. I’m not a hundred percent demon. That has to mean something.”

Silence follows his tenderfoot monologue. He doesn’t dare look up at Maddox now, worried that he’s perhaps said too much. Perhaps he should have simply nodded in agreement. If he gets kicked out now, it’ll be his own fault.

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Maddox folded his arms, face passive as Kyungsoo tried to explain him, and the boy was green, oh so very green. 

Maddox shouldn’t hate him for it, and he does, a little bit. Still so hopeful. So idealistic, if demons could have an ideal that wasn’t blood and gore and hell on earth. Idealistic because the worst monsters Maddox had ever seen were humans.

“That’s... not quite what I was getting at.” His face was still passive, but he could rarely move his face in line with what he was feeling. Beaten out of him, at some point, probably in hell, or the last time he shed a tear watching someone else get tortured, because of him. 

“Shit, I’m not really a teacher, so I don’t know how to talk about this but...” he sucked in a breath. He could ramble on for an hour if left to his own devices. His own personal discovery of being a demon, of being not human, not at all had been a long and winding road, and it was starting to feel impossible to connect anymore.

“Humans are humans, so you’d think that they, of all the creatures, would have humanity. But they don’t. I just... meant that you shouldn’t focus on your human side to stay in touch with your humanity.”

Images of torture, of human souls ripped apart and tortured and turned into something disfigured and wrong came to him. Faces of those who’d willingly put their souls on the line, that willingly let their eyes glaze over black. 

They were humans. Maybe he’d missed it, and knowing his get away tongue, he had missed his point, but being a human didn’t mean you had humanity. 

It was hard to convey. 

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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❅. Expectation! ;

[luxinexitium]

Relax, Maddox tells him, but he says it like Kyungsoo doesn’t have a hurricane swirling out of control inside his head, an enormous force of nature that has his blood racing through his veins. His heart thrashes beneath his chest, cries out for some semblance of tempo, anything to keep it from simply bursting in hundreds of pieces.

A muffled ‘no’ is his reply to the taller male’s first question, though it’s quite obvious from the glassiness of his eyes that, yes, he is crying. But the inquiries that follow are the ones that pull his attention from the turmoil in his head, being turned right-side-up once more allowing him to think with a remarkable spike in clarity. Go figure.

As the flush staining his cheeks begins to fade, he lifts both hands to do away with his definitely-not-tears, gaze fixed on the ground as he mulls over Maddox’s question. Of course, he knows what he is. He hasn’t been able to think about anything else for seven whole years. It’s the reason why he’s here. “It means–” Kyungsoo begins, only to fall silent again, hesitation taking over his tongue. What does it mean? That he is made of evil? That his powers are meant only to destroy, to take, to bring chaos to the world and eventually its demise? “I.. I don’t know.”

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“Pr’bly what the problem is.”

It was rare that Maddox truly felt bad about the supernatural he took in to rehabilitate-- an effect of the job. The same people that pushed his mortality buttons are the same people  who murdered and killed and ripped apart lives with no remorse. It was a precarious battle; that need and drive to do what was considered evil and immoral, but for some, it was a matter of life or death. 

Amorality isn’t something that was easily understood by humanity.

“Let go of being whatever weird idea of being ‘normal’ you have in your head. Just forget it. The thing about being any sort of demon is that the other side of you, particularly the human side, doesn’t matter. You’re always going to a demon. The sulfur, the salt lines, the iron bars smacking into the back of your head; that’s all you now, buddy.”

Maddox paused, to give the demon a second to process that.

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revolution: rɛvəˈluːʃ(ə)n/

I’m writing to tell you what I’d never dare say in person: Why return to the City of God, where God forgets about you?    > ELSE PROCEED > ELSE SELF.DESTRUCT

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❅. Expectation! ;

[luxinexitium]

They’ve been going at this for nearly an hour, and he still hasn’t been able to get even one tangerine into the bucket. Admitting that he’s wasting Maddox’s time is difficult to do, but it’s true. He hasn’t made much progress, and now he’s receiving the beginning of yet another lecture. After a soft sigh, Kyungsoo parts his lips to answer the question, only to yelp in surprise and flail uselessly when his body turns against his will. Immediately, his cheeks flush a healthy shade of crimson, blood rushing to his head and making him see double, a piercing tone ringing deafeningly in his ears.

“I can do it!” the boy yells, his voice cracking on the last syllable. There are tears stinging in his eyes (that may just be due to the whole upside-down ordeal), and he curls his fingers into tight fists, nails digging into the skin of his palms and knuckles turning pale. He had been so close. Just one more try, and he could make it. Just one.. “I can concentrate, I swear!” 

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“Dude, relax.” Maddox raised his arms up from behind his head, rolling his shoulders. They had barely been working on his powers for a week, much less the time it would take to master simple movement. “It’s not like I’m just gonna dump you on the streets or something-- Are you crying?”

Maddox frowned. “You need to relax. Kyungsoo, you know you’re a cambion right? Do you even know what the means?”

He flipped the demon right side up, keeping him floating in the air.

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❅. No Chaser ;

@novablaqk

Maddox didn’t know who this person was, but this case of wrong place, wrong time could probably get him killed. And boy, was this guy ever in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Ghosts were usually no problem for Maddox-- after all, what’s easier than a salt and burn? 

Unfortunately for him, salt and burns were only easy if it was an actual ghost involved and not an enraged, grounded demon. An enraged demon that left him pinned to the wall with sharp piece of steel pipe kabobbed through his torso.

He wasn’t going to die, and he knew that. But, he wasn’t about to let some poor sob with no self preservation die here, either.

“Hey,” Maddox hissed, shutting his eyes against the waves of burning nausea that assaulted his equilibrium. The pipe had barely missed his lung; and if it did brush past it, he had already healed up the damage.  “Dude with the ears. Quit shitting yourself and look at me.”

[burnedhalo]

❅. Expectation! ;

[luxinexitium]

His face hurts.

The sweet, subtle scent of tangerines fills the area, dances on the tips of their noses with feather-light steps and leaps. A terra cotta planting pot sits several feet away, dark soil creeping out from a crack in the side, and a smear of red stands out against the earthy, orange hues. Move the pot, Maddox had said. And move it, Kyungsoo did. But neither of them had quite expected him to be so out of tune with his own powers that he’d send the heavy pot right into his own face. Immediately, he had fallen to the ground, hands cupped to catch the blood, and half an hour later, they’re working with fruits now. No matter how small they are, it still hurts like hell when a tangerine flies into his face as fast as a bullet.

In spite of his busted, but steadily healing, lip and the soreness settled in his left cheek, Kyungsoo breathes slowly and focuses on his target, brows pinched together in deep concentration. He had begged the man to train him, had waited outside his door for days so he could learn to control whatever it was inside of him. He can’t be given up on now. He just can’t. With Maddox’s words in mind, Kyungsoo slowly raises a trembling hand, tunes out the chirping of a bird nearby, and urges the tangerine upward. It obeys, much to his relief, and although the fruit wavers in time with his fingers, it slowly, slowly makes its way to an empty bucket three feet away. He can’t be more than a handful of inches from success when the bird in the tree squawks and flails on the branch, screaming at a squirrel that had gotten too curious, and the boy jumps in surprise, the tangerine soaring far, far away and probably crashing into someone’s window, shattered glass mirroring what little confidence he had built.

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Maddox repressed a chortle of amusement, far more restrained than his outright cackling when Kyungsoo had managed to deck himself in the face with a pot. A quick glance around revealed what made the the kid startle, but Maddox couldn’t fathom why.

He couldn’t be that mad at the kid. He was trying after all, and telekinesis was a pain.

He was trying. Maddox would let it slide.

“So, what went wrong there, huh?” the Nephalem asked, his arms coming up to rest behind his head. He tilted his head, more for Kyungsoo’s comfort more than actually needing to move when he used his own powers, and tugged the orange from the window it had gone flying into.

Before Kyungsoo could answer, Maddox answered his own question. “Telekinesis, at first, requires utmost concentration. Eventually, you’ll be able to use it flippantly. Observe.”

With that, Maddox made good on his promise of flipping his student over, and holding the cambion upside.

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Gimme something freaky

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❅. Fireworks ;

@dvrngry

❝ Hey! Old man, open the friggin door! ❞ He rapped on Dorian’s door, shifting foot to foot with impatience.   

 ❝ Hurry up! ❞

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❅. Expectation! ;

@luxinexitium

Maddox wasn’t really a hands-on trainer. He wasn’t a sink or swim sort of trainer, either. He observed, just as his parents did, and stepped in when he needed to, and it seemed to work with the supernatural he worked with.

Kyungsoo wasn’t a lost cause by any means. But, he was certainly green. 

“Again.” Maddox said, his voice pitched low. His arms were crossed, mouth fixed in his usual scowl. “Telekinesis is an extension of your mind, yes, but simple movement should be an extension of your hands and of your eye sight. Do it again, or I’ll hold you upside down and start shaking.”