Hell Baby on Your Dash

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[devil-cookie-daily]

Tumblr won’t let me change my main to my actual main blog so im cursed to constantly accidentally post shit here so like. f

[devil-cookie-daily]

Yeet Skeet

Might just delete this blog and make my edit blog my main.  @coobierunedits I’m admin Devil.

Was a fun run with rp and all, but tumblr’s starting to be mentally tolling on me lol 

[the-silentnight]

[differenttriumphdragon]

If you aren’t in character as the Cookie you check in with then what’s the point

[the-silentnight]

Devil Cookie’s trying ;;

[devil-cookie-daily]

Wow guys I’m famous [Yes this is legit my cookie run Acc sdfafsadfsdf]

[hot-hot-tamale]

A little Angel flutters up to you, dressed in a red scarf. "Uhm... Hi! I was told to look for someone red, and... you fit that description." He seems horribly nervous. Aren't Angels suppose to be happy? "I guess you know about someone named Devil?" [@devil-cookie-daily]

He was just relaxing on a rock spinning his staff around before a voice caught his attention. He sat up and turned to the stranger seeming to get a little nervous at who it was. Well it’s not like Fire Spirit could recognize it seemed like Angel Cookie but that scar… though his stern gaze softened with the mention of Devil. “I do. Devil… oh my god I miss the lil guy. He was practically like a son to me. Why do you ask?”

[ @devil-cookie-daily ]

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

[hot-hot-tamale]

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “…Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“It does if I can remember it right. ” He then took the bottle and looked at it. “What happens if we… break it. I mean there’s gotta be a way to open this shit up man.

[devil-cookie-daily]

“Won’t it be open forever, then?” This little guy doesn’t understand this stupid stuff. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Eh yeah but maybe then the memories might flow back to you but again I don’t know this stuff I completely forgot what I was told.” He kept observing the bottle before sighing and setting it down. “Well this was a waste of time. Sorry bout that.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

“No, sir, it’s alright. We can try breaking it, I suppose.” he says, obviously weary of the small bottle.

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Deal and no need to call me sir. I’ve never like that title anyways. Just call me Fire Spirit.” He responded back before taking ahold of the bottle and tossed it up in the air backing away before it could fall back down and crash on the ground.

[devil-cookie-daily]

The bottle erupted on the floor like a volcano, sending screeching apparitions every which way, all of which too a vague shape of Devil. The things clawed and groaned at the Angel before them, making him freeze in fear. Then the memories started to play, as they had when the bottle had broken before. Scenes of Devil’s forgotten life played out in the whirring smoke the monsters riled up: Fire Spirit raising him, his encounters with the so called “good” cookies, him rescuing a malnourished young Firebat, a meeting with the Red Dragon, the other Legendaries, and even tidbits of unfavorable encounters with his brother, among other things. Angel found himself stepping back and tearing up. So this was him, this cookie who people seemed to hate. A cookie whose own brother seemed to cast him aside. It hurt, to say the least. Long moments passed by before the glass pieces forced themselves together again, sealing away the memories and the beings that fought for freedom. 

Angel just stood there, mortified, crying. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

He watched the young cookie the whole time. He never was really the sympathetic kind of guy but his heart really did ache for the other. Fire Spirit let out a soft sigh before getting up and bent down beside the Angel cookie letting his hand rest of the other’s shoulder. “I know it’s a lot to take in kid… I mean I don’t blame ya for cryin and all. God I can’t imagine what it’s like to be in your shoes right now. At least you know the truth now. We can move on from there in a few days once you’ve calmed and wrapped your mind around everything.” He spoke in a more softer tone.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel couldn’t muster up much or a response, simply leaning on Fire Spirit, wiping his eyes, and nodding. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

“But hey… no matter what form you take… you’re still like a son to me and I’ll do everything I can to make ya happy. You were there during my rougher times, it’s only natural I do the same for you right now.” He gently lifted Angel up and gave him a little hug. “Just come find me whenever you wanna talk about this or just a casual chat okay kid?”

[devil-cookie-daily]

He nods again, resting his head on Fire Spirit’s shoulder. The cookie’s warmth is oddly familiar to him, comfortingly so. “O-Okay. Thank you for the help.”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Anytime kid.” He then set the smaller cookie down and began to bury the bottle again. Once he had finished that, Fire Spirit got up and stretched a little before taking the staff into his hand and looked back at Angel. “I better be on my way now. Gotta keep taming those dragons to make sure they don’t go ravage and destroy things. I’ll see ya later okay Angel?” Without an answer received, he walked out of the cave and flew off back to the main area the dragons roamed in.

[hot-hot-tamale]

A little Angel flutters up to you, dressed in a red scarf. "Uhm... Hi! I was told to look for someone red, and... you fit that description." He seems horribly nervous. Aren't Angels suppose to be happy? "I guess you know about someone named Devil?" [@devil-cookie-daily]

He was just relaxing on a rock spinning his staff around before a voice caught his attention. He sat up and turned to the stranger seeming to get a little nervous at who it was. Well it’s not like Fire Spirit could recognize it seemed like Angel Cookie but that scar… though his stern gaze softened with the mention of Devil. “I do. Devil… oh my god I miss the lil guy. He was practically like a son to me. Why do you ask?”

[ @devil-cookie-daily ]

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

[hot-hot-tamale]

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “…Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“It does if I can remember it right. ” He then took the bottle and looked at it. “What happens if we… break it. I mean there’s gotta be a way to open this shit up man.

[devil-cookie-daily]

“Won’t it be open forever, then?” This little guy doesn’t understand this stupid stuff. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Eh yeah but maybe then the memories might flow back to you but again I don’t know this stuff I completely forgot what I was told.” He kept observing the bottle before sighing and setting it down. “Well this was a waste of time. Sorry bout that.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

“No, sir, it’s alright. We can try breaking it, I suppose.” he says, obviously weary of the small bottle.

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Deal and no need to call me sir. I’ve never like that title anyways. Just call me Fire Spirit.” He responded back before taking ahold of the bottle and tossed it up in the air backing away before it could fall back down and crash on the ground.

[devil-cookie-daily]

The bottle erupted on the floor like a volcano, sending screeching apparitions every which way, all of which too a vague shape of Devil. The things clawed and groaned at the Angel before them, making him freeze in fear. Then the memories started to play, as they had when the bottle had broken before. Scenes of Devil’s forgotten life played out in the whirring smoke the monsters riled up: Fire Spirit raising him, his encounters with the so called “good” cookies, him rescuing a malnourished young Firebat, a meeting with the Red Dragon, the other Legendaries, and even tidbits of unfavorable encounters with his brother, among other things. Angel found himself stepping back and tearing up. So this was him, this cookie who people seemed to hate. A cookie whose own brother seemed to cast him aside. It hurt, to say the least. Long moments passed by before the glass pieces forced themselves together again, sealing away the memories and the beings that fought for freedom. 

Angel just stood there, mortified, crying. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

He watched the young cookie the whole time. He never was really the sympathetic kind of guy but his heart really did ache for the other. Fire Spirit let out a soft sigh before getting up and bent down beside the Angel cookie letting his hand rest of the other’s shoulder. “I know it’s a lot to take in kid… I mean I don’t blame ya for cryin and all. God I can’t imagine what it’s like to be in your shoes right now. At least you know the truth now. We can move on from there in a few days once you’ve calmed and wrapped your mind around everything.” He spoke in a more softer tone.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel couldn’t muster up much or a response, simply leaning on Fire Spirit, wiping his eyes, and nodding. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

“But hey… no matter what form you take… you’re still like a son to me and I’ll do everything I can to make ya happy. You were there during my rougher times, it’s only natural I do the same for you right now.” He gently lifted Angel up and gave him a little hug. “Just come find me whenever you wanna talk about this or just a casual chat okay kid?”

[devil-cookie-daily]

He nods again, resting his head on Fire Spirit’s shoulder. The cookie’s warmth is oddly familiar to him, comfortingly so. “O-Okay. Thank you for the help.”

[hot-hot-tamale]

A little Angel flutters up to you, dressed in a red scarf. "Uhm... Hi! I was told to look for someone red, and... you fit that description." He seems horribly nervous. Aren't Angels suppose to be happy? "I guess you know about someone named Devil?" [@devil-cookie-daily]

He was just relaxing on a rock spinning his staff around before a voice caught his attention. He sat up and turned to the stranger seeming to get a little nervous at who it was. Well it’s not like Fire Spirit could recognize it seemed like Angel Cookie but that scar… though his stern gaze softened with the mention of Devil. “I do. Devil… oh my god I miss the lil guy. He was practically like a son to me. Why do you ask?”

[ @devil-cookie-daily ]

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

[hot-hot-tamale]

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “…Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“It does if I can remember it right. ” He then took the bottle and looked at it. “What happens if we… break it. I mean there’s gotta be a way to open this shit up man.

[devil-cookie-daily]

“Won’t it be open forever, then?” This little guy doesn’t understand this stupid stuff. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Eh yeah but maybe then the memories might flow back to you but again I don’t know this stuff I completely forgot what I was told.” He kept observing the bottle before sighing and setting it down. “Well this was a waste of time. Sorry bout that.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

“No, sir, it’s alright. We can try breaking it, I suppose.” he says, obviously weary of the small bottle.

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Deal and no need to call me sir. I’ve never like that title anyways. Just call me Fire Spirit.” He responded back before taking ahold of the bottle and tossed it up in the air backing away before it could fall back down and crash on the ground.

[devil-cookie-daily]

The bottle erupted on the floor like a volcano, sending screeching apparitions every which way, all of which too a vague shape of Devil. The things clawed and groaned at the Angel before them, making him freeze in fear. Then the memories started to play, as they had when the bottle had broken before. Scenes of Devil’s forgotten life played out in the whirring smoke the monsters riled up: Fire Spirit raising him, his encounters with the so called “good” cookies, him rescuing a malnourished young Firebat, a meeting with the Red Dragon, the other Legendaries, and even tidbits of unfavorable encounters with his brother, among other things. Angel found himself stepping back and tearing up. So this was him, this cookie who people seemed to hate. A cookie whose own brother seemed to cast him aside. It hurt, to say the least. Long moments passed by before the glass pieces forced themselves together again, sealing away the memories and the beings that fought for freedom. 

Angel just stood there, mortified, crying. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

He watched the young cookie the whole time. He never was really the sympathetic kind of guy but his heart really did ache for the other. Fire Spirit let out a soft sigh before getting up and bent down beside the Angel cookie letting his hand rest of the other’s shoulder. “I know it’s a lot to take in kid… I mean I don’t blame ya for cryin and all. God I can’t imagine what it’s like to be in your shoes right now. At least you know the truth now. We can move on from there in a few days once you’ve calmed and wrapped your mind around everything.” He spoke in a more softer tone.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel couldn’t muster up much or a response, simply leaning on Fire Spirit, wiping his eyes, and nodding. 

[devil-cookie-daily]

A large and somber cookie slowly shuffled up to the small being before her, ice candy giving a soft sigh as she sat down not too far away. "... Hey." (Icy-Pastries)

“Oh, hello stranger!” the Angel chirped in his usual happy tone. “What brings you here? Are you looking for some cheering up?”

[icy-pastries]

The colossal cookie said not a word, the being giving a dark sort of almost.. glare at the other cookie, as if something about this angel pissed her off something fierce.

Which, it did.

“No, kid. I’m… Fine.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Needless to say, the glare didn’t feel the best. Angel was only trying to be friendly! Had he done something wrong?

“Oh, but… Miss, you seem a bit angry…”

[icy-pastries]

The cookie seemed to huff for a moment, the colossal woman almost growling as she turned to peer away from the small angel. Poor thing was probably scared out of their mind.

“I’m fine, kid.”

Course, the body language easily depicted anger. Seemingly toward the cookie she was so upset with.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel’s usual smile changed to a slight frown, and he looked away from the lumbering cookie, counting bumps on the floor.

“But… you don’t seem it. Have I made you unhappy?”

[icy-pastries]

Her eyes almost narrowed to slits.

“Matter of fact…”

She slowly lifted her hulking body off the floor with almost a growl, glaring with almost slightly glowing blue eyes.

“You have. You took my son from me.”

Her arms seemed to clench tightly.

“Give me back my son, you fake monster.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Looking up to the cookie, Angel felt his blood turn cold. Monster? Was he a monster? “M-Miss, I think you’re confused. I-I’d never hurt a soul.” You could see the pure fear in his eyes, his wings clenched tight to his back. 

[icy-pastries]

She stormed toward him, eyes alit with what almost seemed like some inner absolute pyre.

If ice could burn, she would be an inferno.

“Quit lying to me! You took my son! You take Devil! You take a child that didn’t ever have a chance! And you tear him apart!”

“You hurt a child! And now you’re in his skin, playing his role and taking away the person I care so much for!”

She suddenly lunged for him, powerful arms wildly grabbing at the angel.

“Give him back! Give me back my son, you bitch!”

[devil-cookie-daily]

You easily grab the small Angel, forcing down his wildy flapping wings as he struggles and cries.

“Please! I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he sobs, trying to break free.

[icy-pastries]

She gave a growl as she glared at this cookie.

“Stop lying to me! You took my baby’s place! Where is he?! Why are you doing this?! Give me back my baby!”

It was all she could do to not shake, or squeeze, or hurt as she shuddered with barely contained rage. This…. THING. This fucking thing had took her son’s place!

Dammit, where was he?! “Give him back! Stop lying to me! What did you do with Devil? What did you do with his body?!”

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I didn’t do anything!” he sobs, giving up with his struggling. There was nothing he could do here. “I’ve never met a Devil! B-But everyone keeps talking about him! A-And I don’t know who he is!” His words, broken up by inhales and chokes, reduced quickly to tear-mute blubbering. He was helpless.

[icy-pastries]

Ice Candy stopped now, glaring at the individual with ice cold eyes.

“You didn’t do anything?! You didn’t do anything?!! You…. You…!”

She found herself shaking as she slowly, finally, set him down.

“You… You took my son, dammit! Why?! Why do you have his scar?! Why do you look so much… Like him?! You…”

She stopped as she began to realize what might have occurred.

“Do you…. Not remember anything?” Slowly, the woman slowly fell to her knees before the angel, her eyes wide as she began to tremble.

“W… Wait… D… Devil?!”

Her eyes flew to her necklace, gripping the amulet of the superdevil with eyes wide before turning toward this angel.

“….. Is this….?!”

[devil-cookie-daily]

The little Angel shook before you, still crying, wishing that you wouldn’t hurt him anymore. “I-I don’t remember being Devil. But.. But e-everyone says I was one.”

[icy-pastries]

The woman sighed, stopping now as she slowly settled down beside the angel with a sigh. “I…… You…” She couldn’t help it.

The emotions, the rage and the frustration and anger and holding it all in and just pretending it was fine.

It just built. And kept building. And finally, maybe just a little, the weight of it all began to creak and snap at her psyche.

Perhaps she might be finally reaching a mental limit.

“Do you… Remember anything? At all?”

She felt her face get cold. Wet. It was snowing.

Why was it snowing?

And why did she feel her cheeks grow wet and her eyes grow blurry?

[devil-cookie-daily]

The Angel simply shook his head, still shaking before you. The snow seemed to freeze his little body to its core. 

[icy-pastries]

The enormous woman finally and slowly began to soften up, slowly wrapping her arms around the small child and lifting him up into her arms and almost soothingly wrapped her arms around him.

Her eyes seemed to harden as she peered down at the small medallion she carried.

“I promise, Devil, I’ll find some way to make things right…. I promise.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

The warmth of the big cookies arms were a welcome feeling, soothing the freezing cold he felt all around his body. “O-Okay, miss. Thank you.”

[hot-hot-tamale]

A little Angel flutters up to you, dressed in a red scarf. "Uhm... Hi! I was told to look for someone red, and... you fit that description." He seems horribly nervous. Aren't Angels suppose to be happy? "I guess you know about someone named Devil?" [@devil-cookie-daily]

He was just relaxing on a rock spinning his staff around before a voice caught his attention. He sat up and turned to the stranger seeming to get a little nervous at who it was. Well it’s not like Fire Spirit could recognize it seemed like Angel Cookie but that scar… though his stern gaze softened with the mention of Devil. “I do. Devil… oh my god I miss the lil guy. He was practically like a son to me. Why do you ask?”

[ @devil-cookie-daily ]

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

[hot-hot-tamale]

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “…Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“It does if I can remember it right. ” He then took the bottle and looked at it. “What happens if we… break it. I mean there’s gotta be a way to open this shit up man.

[devil-cookie-daily]

“Won’t it be open forever, then?” This little guy doesn’t understand this stupid stuff. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Eh yeah but maybe then the memories might flow back to you but again I don’t know this stuff I completely forgot what I was told.” He kept observing the bottle before sighing and setting it down. “Well this was a waste of time. Sorry bout that.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

“No, sir, it’s alright. We can try breaking it, I suppose.” he says, obviously weary of the small bottle.

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Deal and no need to call me sir. I’ve never like that title anyways. Just call me Fire Spirit.” He responded back before taking ahold of the bottle and tossed it up in the air backing away before it could fall back down and crash on the ground.

[devil-cookie-daily]

The bottle erupted on the floor like a volcano, sending screeching apparitions every which way, all of which too a vague shape of Devil. The things clawed and groaned at the Angel before them, making him freeze in fear. Then the memories started to play, as they had when the bottle had broken before. Scenes of Devil’s forgotten life played out in the whirring smoke the monsters riled up: Fire Spirit raising him, his encounters with the so called “good” cookies, him rescuing a malnourished young Firebat, a meeting with the Red Dragon, the other Legendaries, and even tidbits of unfavorable encounters with his brother, among other things. Angel found himself stepping back and tearing up. So this was him, this cookie who people seemed to hate. A cookie whose own brother seemed to cast him aside. It hurt, to say the least. Long moments passed by before the glass pieces forced themselves together again, sealing away the memories and the beings that fought for freedom. 

Angel just stood there, mortified, crying. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

A little Angel flutters up to you, dressed in a red scarf. "Uhm... Hi! I was told to look for someone red, and... you fit that description." He seems horribly nervous. Aren't Angels suppose to be happy? "I guess you know about someone named Devil?" [@devil-cookie-daily]

He was just relaxing on a rock spinning his staff around before a voice caught his attention. He sat up and turned to the stranger seeming to get a little nervous at who it was. Well it’s not like Fire Spirit could recognize it seemed like Angel Cookie but that scar… though his stern gaze softened with the mention of Devil. “I do. Devil… oh my god I miss the lil guy. He was practically like a son to me. Why do you ask?”

[ @devil-cookie-daily ]

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

[hot-hot-tamale]

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “…Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“It does if I can remember it right. ” He then took the bottle and looked at it. “What happens if we… break it. I mean there’s gotta be a way to open this shit up man.

[devil-cookie-daily]

“Won’t it be open forever, then?” This little guy doesn’t understand this stupid stuff. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Eh yeah but maybe then the memories might flow back to you but again I don’t know this stuff I completely forgot what I was told.” He kept observing the bottle before sighing and setting it down. “Well this was a waste of time. Sorry bout that.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

“No, sir, it’s alright. We can try breaking it, I suppose.” he says, obviously weary of the small bottle.

[hot-hot-tamale]

A little Angel flutters up to you, dressed in a red scarf. "Uhm... Hi! I was told to look for someone red, and... you fit that description." He seems horribly nervous. Aren't Angels suppose to be happy? "I guess you know about someone named Devil?" [@devil-cookie-daily]

He was just relaxing on a rock spinning his staff around before a voice caught his attention. He sat up and turned to the stranger seeming to get a little nervous at who it was. Well it’s not like Fire Spirit could recognize it seemed like Angel Cookie but that scar… though his stern gaze softened with the mention of Devil. “I do. Devil… oh my god I miss the lil guy. He was practically like a son to me. Why do you ask?”

[ @devil-cookie-daily ]

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

[hot-hot-tamale]

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “…Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“It does if I can remember it right. ” He then took the bottle and looked at it. “What happens if we… break it. I mean there’s gotta be a way to open this shit up man.

[devil-cookie-daily]

“Won’t it be open forever, then?” This little guy doesn’t understand this stupid stuff. 

[devil-cookie-daily]

A large and somber cookie slowly shuffled up to the small being before her, ice candy giving a soft sigh as she sat down not too far away. "... Hey." (Icy-Pastries)

“Oh, hello stranger!” the Angel chirped in his usual happy tone. “What brings you here? Are you looking for some cheering up?”

[icy-pastries]

The colossal cookie said not a word, the being giving a dark sort of almost.. glare at the other cookie, as if something about this angel pissed her off something fierce.

Which, it did.

“No, kid. I’m… Fine.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Needless to say, the glare didn’t feel the best. Angel was only trying to be friendly! Had he done something wrong?

“Oh, but… Miss, you seem a bit angry…”

[icy-pastries]

The cookie seemed to huff for a moment, the colossal woman almost growling as she turned to peer away from the small angel. Poor thing was probably scared out of their mind.

“I’m fine, kid.”

Course, the body language easily depicted anger. Seemingly toward the cookie she was so upset with.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel’s usual smile changed to a slight frown, and he looked away from the lumbering cookie, counting bumps on the floor.

“But… you don’t seem it. Have I made you unhappy?”

[icy-pastries]

Her eyes almost narrowed to slits.

“Matter of fact…”

She slowly lifted her hulking body off the floor with almost a growl, glaring with almost slightly glowing blue eyes.

“You have. You took my son from me.”

Her arms seemed to clench tightly.

“Give me back my son, you fake monster.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Looking up to the cookie, Angel felt his blood turn cold. Monster? Was he a monster? “M-Miss, I think you’re confused. I-I’d never hurt a soul.” You could see the pure fear in his eyes, his wings clenched tight to his back. 

[icy-pastries]

She stormed toward him, eyes alit with what almost seemed like some inner absolute pyre.

If ice could burn, she would be an inferno.

“Quit lying to me! You took my son! You take Devil! You take a child that didn’t ever have a chance! And you tear him apart!”

“You hurt a child! And now you’re in his skin, playing his role and taking away the person I care so much for!”

She suddenly lunged for him, powerful arms wildly grabbing at the angel.

“Give him back! Give me back my son, you bitch!”

[devil-cookie-daily]

You easily grab the small Angel, forcing down his wildy flapping wings as he struggles and cries.

“Please! I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he sobs, trying to break free.

[icy-pastries]

She gave a growl as she glared at this cookie.

“Stop lying to me! You took my baby’s place! Where is he?! Why are you doing this?! Give me back my baby!”

It was all she could do to not shake, or squeeze, or hurt as she shuddered with barely contained rage. This…. THING. This fucking thing had took her son’s place!

Dammit, where was he?! “Give him back! Stop lying to me! What did you do with Devil? What did you do with his body?!”

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I didn’t do anything!” he sobs, giving up with his struggling. There was nothing he could do here. “I’ve never met a Devil! B-But everyone keeps talking about him! A-And I don’t know who he is!” His words, broken up by inhales and chokes, reduced quickly to tear-mute blubbering. He was helpless.

[icy-pastries]

Ice Candy stopped now, glaring at the individual with ice cold eyes.

“You didn’t do anything?! You didn’t do anything?!! You…. You…!”

She found herself shaking as she slowly, finally, set him down.

“You… You took my son, dammit! Why?! Why do you have his scar?! Why do you look so much… Like him?! You…”

She stopped as she began to realize what might have occurred.

“Do you…. Not remember anything?” Slowly, the woman slowly fell to her knees before the angel, her eyes wide as she began to tremble.

“W… Wait… D… Devil?!”

Her eyes flew to her necklace, gripping the amulet of the superdevil with eyes wide before turning toward this angel.

“….. Is this….?!”

[devil-cookie-daily]

The little Angel shook before you, still crying, wishing that you wouldn’t hurt him anymore. “I-I don’t remember being Devil. But.. But e-everyone says I was one.”

[icy-pastries]

The woman sighed, stopping now as she slowly settled down beside the angel with a sigh. “I…… You…” She couldn’t help it.

The emotions, the rage and the frustration and anger and holding it all in and just pretending it was fine.

It just built. And kept building. And finally, maybe just a little, the weight of it all began to creak and snap at her psyche.

Perhaps she might be finally reaching a mental limit.

“Do you… Remember anything? At all?”

She felt her face get cold. Wet. It was snowing.

Why was it snowing?

And why did she feel her cheeks grow wet and her eyes grow blurry?

[devil-cookie-daily]

The Angel simply shook his head, still shaking before you. The snow seemed to freeze his little body to its core. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

A little Angel flutters up to you, dressed in a red scarf. "Uhm... Hi! I was told to look for someone red, and... you fit that description." He seems horribly nervous. Aren't Angels suppose to be happy? "I guess you know about someone named Devil?" [@devil-cookie-daily]

He was just relaxing on a rock spinning his staff around before a voice caught his attention. He sat up and turned to the stranger seeming to get a little nervous at who it was. Well it’s not like Fire Spirit could recognize it seemed like Angel Cookie but that scar… though his stern gaze softened with the mention of Devil. “I do. Devil… oh my god I miss the lil guy. He was practically like a son to me. Why do you ask?”

[ @devil-cookie-daily ]

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

[hot-hot-tamale]

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

[hot-hot-tamale]

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “...Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

[hot-hot-tamale]

A little Angel flutters up to you, dressed in a red scarf. "Uhm... Hi! I was told to look for someone red, and... you fit that description." He seems horribly nervous. Aren't Angels suppose to be happy? "I guess you know about someone named Devil?" [@devil-cookie-daily]

He was just relaxing on a rock spinning his staff around before a voice caught his attention. He sat up and turned to the stranger seeming to get a little nervous at who it was. Well it’s not like Fire Spirit could recognize it seemed like Angel Cookie but that scar… though his stern gaze softened with the mention of Devil. “I do. Devil… oh my god I miss the lil guy. He was practically like a son to me. Why do you ask?”

[ @devil-cookie-daily ]

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

[hot-hot-tamale]

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle...”

[hot-hot-tamale]

A little Angel flutters up to you, dressed in a red scarf. "Uhm... Hi! I was told to look for someone red, and... you fit that description." He seems horribly nervous. Aren't Angels suppose to be happy? "I guess you know about someone named Devil?" [@devil-cookie-daily]

He was just relaxing on a rock spinning his staff around before a voice caught his attention. He sat up and turned to the stranger seeming to get a little nervous at who it was. Well it’s not like Fire Spirit could recognize it seemed like Angel Cookie but that scar… though his stern gaze softened with the mention of Devil. “I do. Devil… oh my god I miss the lil guy. He was practically like a son to me. Why do you ask?”

[ @devil-cookie-daily ]

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

[hot-hot-tamale]

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

[hot-hot-tamale]

A little Angel flutters up to you, dressed in a red scarf. "Uhm... Hi! I was told to look for someone red, and... you fit that description." He seems horribly nervous. Aren't Angels suppose to be happy? "I guess you know about someone named Devil?" [@devil-cookie-daily]

He was just relaxing on a rock spinning his staff around before a voice caught his attention. He sat up and turned to the stranger seeming to get a little nervous at who it was. Well it’s not like Fire Spirit could recognize it seemed like Angel Cookie but that scar… though his stern gaze softened with the mention of Devil. “I do. Devil… oh my god I miss the lil guy. He was practically like a son to me. Why do you ask?”

[ @devil-cookie-daily ]

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I was told by a few cookies that... that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

A large and somber cookie slowly shuffled up to the small being before her, ice candy giving a soft sigh as she sat down not too far away. "... Hey." (Icy-Pastries)

“Oh, hello stranger!” the Angel chirped in his usual happy tone. “What brings you here? Are you looking for some cheering up?”

[icy-pastries]

The colossal cookie said not a word, the being giving a dark sort of almost.. glare at the other cookie, as if something about this angel pissed her off something fierce.

Which, it did.

“No, kid. I’m… Fine.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Needless to say, the glare didn’t feel the best. Angel was only trying to be friendly! Had he done something wrong?

“Oh, but… Miss, you seem a bit angry…”

[icy-pastries]

The cookie seemed to huff for a moment, the colossal woman almost growling as she turned to peer away from the small angel. Poor thing was probably scared out of their mind.

“I’m fine, kid.”

Course, the body language easily depicted anger. Seemingly toward the cookie she was so upset with.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel’s usual smile changed to a slight frown, and he looked away from the lumbering cookie, counting bumps on the floor.

“But… you don’t seem it. Have I made you unhappy?”

[icy-pastries]

Her eyes almost narrowed to slits.

“Matter of fact…”

She slowly lifted her hulking body off the floor with almost a growl, glaring with almost slightly glowing blue eyes.

“You have. You took my son from me.”

Her arms seemed to clench tightly.

“Give me back my son, you fake monster.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Looking up to the cookie, Angel felt his blood turn cold. Monster? Was he a monster? “M-Miss, I think you’re confused. I-I’d never hurt a soul.” You could see the pure fear in his eyes, his wings clenched tight to his back. 

[icy-pastries]

She stormed toward him, eyes alit with what almost seemed like some inner absolute pyre.

If ice could burn, she would be an inferno.

“Quit lying to me! You took my son! You take Devil! You take a child that didn’t ever have a chance! And you tear him apart!”

“You hurt a child! And now you’re in his skin, playing his role and taking away the person I care so much for!”

She suddenly lunged for him, powerful arms wildly grabbing at the angel.

“Give him back! Give me back my son, you bitch!”

[devil-cookie-daily]

You easily grab the small Angel, forcing down his wildy flapping wings as he struggles and cries.

“Please! I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he sobs, trying to break free.

[icy-pastries]

She gave a growl as she glared at this cookie.

“Stop lying to me! You took my baby’s place! Where is he?! Why are you doing this?! Give me back my baby!”

It was all she could do to not shake, or squeeze, or hurt as she shuddered with barely contained rage. This…. THING. This fucking thing had took her son’s place!

Dammit, where was he?! “Give him back! Stop lying to me! What did you do with Devil? What did you do with his body?!”

[devil-cookie-daily]

“I didn’t do anything!” he sobs, giving up with his struggling. There was nothing he could do here. “I’ve never met a Devil! B-But everyone keeps talking about him! A-And I don’t know who he is!” His words, broken up by inhales and chokes, reduced quickly to tear-mute blubbering. He was helpless.

[icy-pastries]

Ice Candy stopped now, glaring at the individual with ice cold eyes.

“You didn’t do anything?! You didn’t do anything?!! You…. You…!”

She found herself shaking as she slowly, finally, set him down.

“You… You took my son, dammit! Why?! Why do you have his scar?! Why do you look so much… Like him?! You…”

She stopped as she began to realize what might have occurred.

“Do you…. Not remember anything?” Slowly, the woman slowly fell to her knees before the angel, her eyes wide as she began to tremble.

“W… Wait… D… Devil?!”

Her eyes flew to her necklace, gripping the amulet of the superdevil with eyes wide before turning toward this angel.

“….. Is this….?!”

[devil-cookie-daily]

The little Angel shook before you, still crying, wishing that you wouldn’t hurt him anymore. “I-I don’t remember being Devil. But.. But e-everyone says I was one.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

A large and somber cookie slowly shuffled up to the small being before her, ice candy giving a soft sigh as she sat down not too far away. "... Hey." (Icy-Pastries)

“Oh, hello stranger!” the Angel chirped in his usual happy tone. “What brings you here? Are you looking for some cheering up?”

[icy-pastries]

The colossal cookie said not a word, the being giving a dark sort of almost.. glare at the other cookie, as if something about this angel pissed her off something fierce.

Which, it did.

“No, kid. I’m… Fine.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Needless to say, the glare didn’t feel the best. Angel was only trying to be friendly! Had he done something wrong?

“Oh, but… Miss, you seem a bit angry…”

[icy-pastries]

The cookie seemed to huff for a moment, the colossal woman almost growling as she turned to peer away from the small angel. Poor thing was probably scared out of their mind.

“I’m fine, kid.”

Course, the body language easily depicted anger. Seemingly toward the cookie she was so upset with.

[devil-cookie-daily]

Angel’s usual smile changed to a slight frown, and he looked away from the lumbering cookie, counting bumps on the floor.

“But… you don’t seem it. Have I made you unhappy?”

[icy-pastries]

Her eyes almost narrowed to slits.

“Matter of fact…”

She slowly lifted her hulking body off the floor with almost a growl, glaring with almost slightly glowing blue eyes.

“You have. You took my son from me.”

Her arms seemed to clench tightly.

“Give me back my son, you fake monster.”

[devil-cookie-daily]

Looking up to the cookie, Angel felt his blood turn cold. Monster? Was he a monster? “M-Miss, I think you’re confused. I-I’d never hurt a soul.” You could see the pure fear in his eyes, his wings clenched tight to his back. 

[icy-pastries]

She stormed toward him, eyes alit with what almost seemed like some inner absolute pyre.

If ice could burn, she would be an inferno.

“Quit lying to me! You took my son! You take Devil! You take a child that didn’t ever have a chance! And you tear him apart!”

“You hurt a child! And now you’re in his skin, playing his role and taking away the person I care so much for!”

She suddenly lunged for him, powerful arms wildly grabbing at the angel.

“Give him back! Give me back my son, you bitch!”

[devil-cookie-daily]

You easily grab the small Angel, forcing down his wildy flapping wings as he struggles and cries.

“Please! I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he sobs, trying to break free.

[icy-pastries]

She gave a growl as she glared at this cookie.

“Stop lying to me! You took my baby’s place! Where is he?! Why are you doing this?! Give me back my baby!”

It was all she could do to not shake, or squeeze, or hurt as she shuddered with barely contained rage. This…. THING. This fucking thing had took her son’s place!

Dammit, where was he?! “Give him back! Stop lying to me! What did you do with Devil? What did you do with his body?!”

[devil-cookie-daily]

"I didn't do anything!" he sobs, giving up with his struggling. There was nothing he could do here. "I've never met a Devil! B-But everyone keeps talking about him! A-And I don't know who he is!" His words, broken up by inhales and chokes, reduced quickly to tear-mute blubbering. He was helpless.