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‎ Please, don't ever worry

‎ I know it's morbid

‎ But we all die one day

ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ʟᴜᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ʟᴀʀɢᴇʟʏ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ʟᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ-ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Exploring themes of: Religious trauma, existentialism, dystopian social and political structures, animal impulses, sickness of the mind, the horror of being known, death in it's many abstract forms, metamorphosis, female hysteria, inextinguishable rage and undying devotion (for better or for worse). Dead dove content includes but is not limited to: Graphic violence and gore, body horror, brainwashing, cannibalism, desecration of the dead, non/dub-con, sexual battery, toxic family dynamics, misogyny/general bigotry The flock: @originemesis ◆ @cast-you-dxwn ◆ @king-of-wrath ◆ @infernal-dominion ◆ @dark-ambition ◆ @lilitophidian ◆ @dancingdevildemon ◆ @multipalz ◆ @realmofsoulsandshells ◆ @demondads ◆ @aroyaltailor ◆ @erthlyheavn ◆ @diabolicore Sideblogs: @mayslayed (Verosika Mayday) @hisfuries (OC multimuse) @firstarisen (Adam)

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A soft but deep whisper entered her mind. 'Facisne semper, quae tibi narrantur?'

The lack of reaction is indicative of a certain familiarity with disembodied voices and their needling allegations.

Still, she is given subtle pause, as gilded hues drag their way, listlessly, across page fifty six of the book she has been perusing during her down time. Something about a god, wicked women of the woods and disturbing orgies. A human spun tale, of course.

Fingers bend the corner of the yellowing paper.

A brow furrows.

"Non semper."

//As much as she likes to daydream lute wouldn't actually touch a demon for real. Not without some grade A persuasion anyhow.

#Save for OGB verse since she p much has nothing to loose there

Christ, she needs to get out more.

#That's enough of that simping nonsense

deathinfeathers-a

On the other hand—the things she would do, just for the chance to be in the same room as that saucy clown.

redemonarc

There's a disturbance in the force.

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Like, seriously depraved things. And she wouldn't feel bad about it. Not for one second. Bet he smells like fritos and circus peanuts.

#🤤🤤🤤

I’m that case there’s a guy you should meet, his name is Freud

"...What the fuck is wrong with you people?"

#I thought we were done with the Freud shit

So. Powerful muscular men with deep voices who pronounce judgement in bass tones, huh?

What can she say? She appreciates a man who knows how to take charge.

#The fact that he's a huge hulking dragon is a plus for sure

cast-you-dxwn

"So, are you like, in contact with Satan at all, orrrrr—"

Slow blink.

“Why in Gods name would I be?”

deathinfeathers-a

She is twirling a pen between her index finger and thumb, phone in the opposite hand, staring at a freeze frame of the infernal trial which had unfolded a few hours earlier.

More specifically, a freeze frame centered on Satan's rippling pecs.

"Just wondering."

cast-you-dxwn

He blinks, eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled back in disgust.

“I am betrothing you to one of my soldiers.”

Click, goes the power switch on the screen. Weirdo.

deathinfeathers-a

"Wh—Hey!! I was watching that!! This infernal soap opera has been the highlight of my whole week!"

Goddamnit, what was the timestamp again?!

"Eugh. Taking a page out of Paimon's book, are you? Go ahead. I'll send them back to you in a box."

cast-you-dxwn

“Get the reports from Tarakiel, he and his agents were instrumental in this destabilization of the Goetia.”

He pats her on the head, shaking his own with a sigh.

“I am joking, of course, though if you are so bent towards power and rippling muscles it would not be such a terrible effort on your part.”

deathinfeathers-a

A tapered ear flicks in response to the touch, her outrage easily quelled by a spot of paternal affection—though she cannot help but scoff at his statement.

"Who in their right mind do you think is going to cozy up to their commander's daughter?"

cast-you-dxwn

"So, are you like, in contact with Satan at all, orrrrr—"

Slow blink.

“Why in Gods name would I be?”

deathinfeathers-a

She is twirling a pen between her index finger and thumb, phone in the opposite hand, staring at a freeze frame of the infernal trial which had unfolded a few hours earlier.

More specifically, a freeze frame centered on Satan's rippling pecs.

"Just wondering."

cast-you-dxwn

He blinks, eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled back in disgust.

“I am betrothing you to one of my soldiers.”

Click, goes the power switch on the screen. Weirdo.

deathinfeathers-a

"Wh—Hey!! I was watching that!! This infernal soap opera has been the highlight of my whole week!"

Goddamnit, what was the timestamp again?!

"Eugh. Taking a page out of Paimon's book, are you? Go ahead. I'll send them back to you in a box."

cast-you-dxwn

"So, are you like, in contact with Satan at all, orrrrr—"

Slow blink.

“Why in Gods name would I be?”

deathinfeathers-a

She is twirling a pen between her index finger and thumb, phone in the opposite hand, staring at a freeze frame of the infernal trial which had unfolded a few hours earlier.

More specifically, a freeze frame centered on Satan's rippling pecs.

"Just wondering."

#Do you have his number by any chance

//I am

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!!!!!!

#I am so happy