DAMNATION

PRAYER - I AM FRAGILE AND UNHOLY. TOUCHED BY SIN AND SEARED BY FIRE. REBORN IN THE SIGHT OF EVIL, I'VE BECOME DEATH AND FLAME. FORGIVE ME, FOR ALL I SHOULD TASTE IS THE BLOOD OF YOUR BELOVED CHILDREN. ADAM BARTOLOMEI REBORN WITH A DEMON IN HIS LUNGS fandomless oc. written by moon.

[drowsydrunk]

In the darkness making love to melancholy Darling, have you met your nightmares?

they keep calling you unholy | a.s.  (via asteriea)

[qeckosfuller]

Seth Gecko’s outfits in season three

[daemonbled-blog]

ON ANGELS AND THE BLESSED: 001 

Demons use possession to enter the Human Realm. Possession is usually violent and, if successful, will destroy the host from the inside out. ANGELS travel through bloodlines. They infect ancestors and pass down memories, thoughts, feelings and personalities through generations. ( They remember each past life, each relationship. A millennia of memories in a single body. ) Upon birth, they are dubbed Blessed. As it sometimes skips generations, not every member of the family is an angel. They speak directly to God, some have healing powers while others are considered warriors. It depends on which specific angel they had been reincarnated as. Most have boosted immune systems, enhanced stamina / strength. When they reproduce, their children usually are affected by this. Most families with angels are usually rich & high class, families that have survived many generations. This is not always the case as there are some angels who focus less on material aspects of humanity.

[daemonbled-blog]

cataclysmic, he thought. crashing planes of existence, shards shattering to impale themselves on iron wrought bones. ‘ DON’T BE SO DRAMATIC. ’ he is bored, a boredom even adam felt. ‘ LET’S GO DO SOMETHING, BARTO. CAUSE AN ACCIDENT, INCITE A RIOT. ’ he was content staying put, left feeling vulnerable. i’d rather not, he thinks. seeing as one of your brothers has already caused enough trouble. trauma rolled in like fog, a pile up of automobiles on a near abandoned road. the confusion fed something heavy in the air. another spawn feeding from the carnage. somewhere it hid within a human, veiny wings curled inside a ribcage. it was eager to escape, mar the earth with angry claws  &  claim it as theirs -- demons were surprisingly traitorous. 

he caught whiff of it. like the smell before it rains, acidic. with it, came the unbearable urge to sink to knees  &  pray. his own hellspawn chokes on it. ‘ WHO’S AROUND? WHO’S AROUND? ONE OF THE FATHER’S CAST AWAY CHILDREN. BUT WHO, WHO, WHO? ’ an angel lingering among carnage, the scent of mercy. of tendons beginning to grow where once they’d been torn. quiet babbling reduced to dreamless sleep. ‘ OH, I KNOW WHO IT IS! ’ so did adam, the Blessed had always found time to give mercy to God’s precious children. even when they would never receive such themselves.  ❛    ━━━━━  RAPHAEL,   ❜  brann giggles because he knew he’d been right.  ❛   i’m not surprised to see one of you here. and one of His archangels, no less. daddy not giving you much attention?   ❜  /  @lysglorie.

[daemonbled-blog]

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW:

There are a couple of important things you need to know about Adam Bartolomei. As a kid/teenager, he was an untrained medium. Untrained because his parents didn’t believe him and actually had him committed and put on several medications. Around the age of 16, Adam had begun to mess around with summoning demons. There’s an entire bunch of lore I still need to write in terms of this so don’t assume too much. He eventually decided to summon a demon to prove to his family that he was not insane. 

But in the process summoned BRANN. A fire demon, a dragon basically. The act of this destroyed his body completely, think Edward Ulrich. And Brann was kind enough to make him a new body from his own hellfire and the process had fused them together. THEY’D BECOME ONE. And Brann is always talking in his head. But the summoning burned down his house, killed his parents & his grandmother. And left his sister with a fledgling demon following her around. He takes care of his sister who is about 20 years old at the moment.

Adam is a killer for hire, a demon hunter for hire, pretty much a dirty jobs guy for hire. He doesn’t do anything unless it’s for money. Pro-bono is a no no. Everyone around his neighborhood who’s part of the Underground knows who he is. Mostly that he knows a lot about magic, that he might be a medium and he can exorcism demons. NOBODY EXCEPT HIS SISTER AND A FEW OTHERS KNOWS HE HAS A DEMON INSIDE OF HIM.

He’s ‘devout’ Catholic, only because he KNOWS God and the Devil exists. He’s not trying to repent, it just pisses Brann off.

Don’t call him Barto. Only his sister is allowed to call him that. 

He does have a DEMON FORM. It’s ugly and terrifying and he barely has any control over himself. Brann is basically trying to fight his way out of his skin. It’s really scary to look at and it’s not.. romantic/pretty in any form. His skin is literally coming apart, his bones don’t fit and you get glimpses of the demon underneath his skin.

[daemonbled-blog]

CARNAGE MOUTHED.

minty toothpaste has scraped away the scents of ticky, tacky gore from pearled whites, pretty by the twist of a shifter, not upkeep, pretty as the resin upon mugs stopping stains from sinking oh so deep within.  to passing kine little smells rests upon them.  whispered hints of clean detergent, tea tree soaps, they grind their fingers through a knot as they pause upon cracked sidewalks and attempt to free the mess.  eventually they give up.  pulling free just safe enough to keep hair from clinging, twitching, too much in sensation when they attempt to fix it themselves.  hot, a breath outwards.  in, and seyoon’s eyes nearly swim.  choking sulfur thicker than syrup runs through their lungs.  medicine they’re forced to swallow despite a spluttering choke.

from the boy who speaks to them, sharp and cold.  

seyoon stares with deep set eyes for long enough that most skins crawl.  then a needle point turn of the head left, right.  no.  it hurts sometimes to do it.  not their hair, not their head.  something inside that feels like sand bags on heart and lungs.  

❛   ━━━━━ MAYBE YOU SHOULD.   ❜  tastes of His children still linger in the crook of his mouth. guilt disgusting like tar in teeth, blackening esophagus with remnants of souls brann liked to store. becoming a dragon’s hoard somewhere in the pit of his belly. the demon caresses them lovingly at the thought, presses ugly kisses to masses of souls  &  flaunts them like treasured heirlooms. he wants another, another to add to his macabre quilt of the children of God. he would not get this one. ‘ GIVE THEM TO ME. ’ a hard sigh, pressed against tight teeth  &  flared nostrils. he felt full of decaying cotton, downy inside that left him feeling nauseous. brann laughs, an ugly sound. 

eyes make their way past the fleshy skin  &  striated muscle. towards the magma center of him, home for hellspawn. adam wonders if they see the inhumanity in him. the way their eyes are still like gargoyles on superstructures, eerily awaiting them to take flight.  ❛   wanna go eat?   looks like you could.   ❜

[daemonbled-blog]

skin like sulfur  &  smoke, his fingernails ache. dirty cups balancing on the edge of the sidewalks threatening to spill their contents onto the street. ringed with coffee  &  whiskey, he can smell it like the remnants of aged blood. ‘ OH, HO HO. YOU ARE HUNGRY. AREN’T YOU, BARTO? ’ the voice is louder in his head, weak enough so that he feels the hellspawn pressing against subcutaneous layer of skin. it reaches toward something. tepid tips of claws finding a navel to look, an opening to see. ‘ THEM. . . THEY LOOK TASTY. MAYBE A BIT TOO THIN. BUT THEY SMELL LIKE PREDATOR. ’ it’d been true. like the smell of rancid meat digested by saliva, stuck between canines. parasites feeding from the scraps. humanity swells in his chest  &  the demon gags on a laugh. no, no, no -- it whispers. you aren’t human anymore.  

❛   ━━━━━  HEY, KID. . . YOU EVER THINK ABOUT BRUSHIN’ YOUR HAIR?   ❜  anything to keep from brann’s voice screaming inside his skull. an antithesis of God’s word. the sign of the cross heating on the manubrium of his sternum, burning the skin to the dermis. / @neonnoise ♡.

[daemonbled-blog]

DAMNED. hey, i’m in the mood demon bara dad so like this for a starter, i suppose.

[daemonbled-blog]

ME & GOD. WE DON’T GET ALONG. PRIVATE ORIGINAL CHARACTER. AS TOLD BY MOON. / PAGES UNDER CONSTRUCTION. 

[naprasno]

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[daemonbled-blog]

NOTE: I was talking about this on skype but Brann is a cannibal. He eats his own fellow demons and he would definitely eat humans if given the chance. I imagine humans are a delicacy for demons seeing as they pretty much need them to survive on the Human Realm so eating them would be sort of a waste. But Brann’s cannibalism probably comes from him being so massive he needs something much more than magic and non-hellspawn creatures to survive. And ever since Adam and Brann came together, the bloodlust and hunger has only gotten worse. If Adam ever allowed himself to go into demon form, the hunger would be extreme. And eventually, over time when Adam becomes more demon than human. When his soul becomes more corrupt with time. He’ll start to share Brann’s need for flesh. For demons and for humans. So, that’ll be nice.

[harlequiinade]

              She pauses— really, who sat in an empty jewelry store after hours? Or commented on the value of the items that SOMEONE was stealing.  And some people called her weird! “Doesn’t matter if they’re valuable or not, really. —Only that th’ people who want ‘em think they are n’ are willing t’pay.” 

[daemonbled-blog]

❛   ━━━━━  THE LITTLE OL’ LADY WHO RUNS THIS SHIT HOLE AIN’T GONNA BE HAPPY.   ❜  she’d been sweet on him  &  given him the keys to her rundown store for after hours. part-time  WATCHDOG  of Hell’s Kitchen. paid with magic talismans  &  dragon bone. ❛  you’re gonna put a lot of people in danger if you sell ‘em. that what you want ?  ❜

[akuzing]

          WAS THIS GUY SERIOUS? Strut right into her circle before she’d even broken it and DEMANDED to know who she thought she was and what she was doing even though CLEARLY he could already see that she had just finished exorcising a demon. As if the inescapable rotten egg smell of sulfur wasn’t a fucking clue enough? INCREDIBLE! She’d seen a lot since she started hunting ( seeing as how she’s been doing it for almost twenty years and haven’t died yet, to boot ), but never, in all her time in the “ BIZ ” had she ever had someone come up to her so ANGRY after she’d finished a job. INCREDIBLE! Instead of answering right away, Shepard dug around in the pockets of her duffle bag ( with lots of annoyed sighs and murmured obscenities ) until she found a wad of cash she’d had tucked away. It wasn’t hard to get a hold of more so she didn’t really feel bad that she was giving this up.

          Of course she couldn’t actually feel it through her glove, but she could imagine that it was as good as any money he’d get from anyone else, even if it was stolen. Raleigh Shepard didn’t owe anyone ANYTHING, least of all this self-righteous prick who apparently thought it was cute to belittle her smart ass answers to his INANE questions. So, heaving her bag back up on her shoulder, she pushed passed him, shoving the money at his chest. “ If you don’t want stupid answers, pal, don’t ask me stupid questions, ” she called over her shoulder with a wave. Though she paused at the stairwell that would take her back to her bike so she could get the hell out of this shit hole. “ That should cover whatever she was going to pay you. So, I don’t owe you shit. ”

          Who did she think she was… Fuck, who did he think he was?

[daemonbled-blog]

the  stench  of  hellspawn  had  followed  him  since  he’d  been  reborn. hiding beneath his skin where it was warm and desperate to be released. touching the damned had invited demons toward the human plane, eager to rip apart his flesh and devour the demon living inside him. ‘ WHY ARE YOU SUCH A BORE, BARTO? THOSE FUCKERS DON’T KNOW THEIR POSSESSIONS FROM HAUNTINGS. YOU’VE GOT ME. THEY AREN’T GONNA TOUCH YOU. NOT AS LONG AS YOU LET ME OUT ONCE IN A WHILE. RIGHT, BUDDY? ’ his skin crawled as his demon smiled. every thought had been privy to him, there’d never been a moment of peace. and he’d never be alone. demon hunting had morphed into Brann mocking the way his fingers shook whenever the spawn tried to rip itself out of a body. 

but  when  he’d  been  offered  just  enough,  he’d  brave  the  idea  of  the  hoard. pull the damned back from hell and pocket the money. just as he had slipped the wad of cash that’d been angrily thrusted to his chest into the pocket of his slacks.  ❛  ━━━━━━ listen, i’m just wondering how you even caught wind of this. and how come i’ve never heard of you. i know every hunter from here to NEWARK, DELAWARE.  ❜  he turns to find her nearly gone, an angry flush coating his cheeks.  ❛  ━━━━━━ HEY, WAIT A MINUTE. i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you. ❜

[adeloes-blog]

 ❝     I’M  AFRAID  THIS  may  not  be  the  most  entertaining  demonstration,  as  the  subject  has  passed  before  i  could  venture  very  FAR  into  my  craft.     ❞     fingers  tap  against  the  canvas  of  flesh,  BONE - SAW  biting  into  the  white  pulp  of  skin  until  it  digs  into  the  tough  bone  of  his  wrist.   wine - red  pools  beneath  the  incision  and  onto  the  clouded  plastic  material  splayed  beneath  the  body.  the  saw  gnaws  and  tears  and  harrows.     SHE  SMILES.    ❝      ah  —–  each  body  is  a  work  of  art.    so  tender  and  ripe.  so ….  FRAIL.  mm,  do  you  realize  this  about  yourself?  how  FRAGILE  you  are?   ha,  you’ve  been  damned  to  a  FAULTY  carcass.  we  all  have.  this  meaty  flesh  of  ours  is  decaying.  hm.  quite  useless,  really.     ❞

[daemonbled-blog]

he  was  made  of  sinister  things.  the  CARCASSES  OF  DEAD  DEMONS.  stewed  inside  the  belly  of  a beast for centuries before being spat out  &  molded by putrified claws. he was made of twisted things. the smell of blood sizzling in a fire, curled lips with flesh between the angry teeth. slurping lovingly at the bones torn from tired limbs. and he was made of unending darkness. the kind that smoldered at the edge of your vision, mocking the light that you thought was holy. ‘ MMM, SHE’S DELICIOUS. DON’T YOU THINK, BARTO ? ’  Brann is in love. the way her prey’s bones whine beneath the saw. ‘ IT SOUNDS OF MUSIC. IT REALLY DOES. ’ 

❛  ━━━━━━  DO  YOUR  THING,  SWEETHEART.  ❜  there  is  a  thirst  for  blood  in  the  pit  of  his stomach. his hellspawn is enamored with the pretty words she lets leave her pretty mouth, but he lusts over the skin splitting like ripe fruit. (  he remembers scriptures. how his demon had loved to eat. devour, destroy. suckling the marrow of his brethren till they screamed in his belly.  )   ❛  not every day you see somethin’ like this,  ❜  a voice soft like smoke.  NOT HIS BODY.  his was hellfire, it did not dare decay. it was not fragile. adam bartolomei was reborn in Hell. he was remade a perfect predator.

[cittamemes]

In Depth Headcanon Prompts;

☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

[daemonbled-blog]

ON ADAM BARTOLOMEI’S BODY: 001.

As I’ve stated before, when Adam summoned his demon his body was completely destroyed. It was violently burned away by Brann’s Hellfire and the presence of Hell right before him. He was the first one killed of his family, but the only one brought back. Now, Brann is a dragon. One of the largest demons in Hell and one of the angriest, most powerful. His magic is mostly fire  &  necromancy based. And he’s been known to bring back other demons just to eat them again.  (  He’s a cannibal, fyi.  )  When Brann escaped Hell, he knew he wouldn’t last long on the physical realm. THE HUMAN REALM. But his only worthy vessel had been destroyed. Adam’s soul had yet to be claimed  &  with his magic he had created Adam anew. But everything has to come from something  &  Brann used the carcasses of the half digested demons in his belly as the base of Adam’s body. This technically makes him a demon with a human soul. And he has a demon living inside of him, almost fusing with his own soul.