the devil

[dicblo]

Diablo Corvus // Twenty-Five // Shapeshifter // Bouncer

TRIGGER WARNING: DRUGS, ALCOHOL, ABUSE, ADDICTION, MURDER

Diablo was born into a world that never wanted him. His parents were in no place to raise a child let alone take care of themselves. His dad drank too much and his mom was busy working full time to take care of her son and afford her own addiction.

The household he grew up was very toxic. Neighbors would pound on the walls late at night as Diablo couldn't sleep because his parents were fighting. As he got a little older and bulkier in his preteens he took a few swings at his father to protect his mother. She was the one and only person he cared about in his life. Despite her own issues Diablo still loved her and she loved him.

His dad was gone before he hit thirteen. The man just dipped one day and never returned. Diablo couldn't have been happier to not have to fear if his mother would be hurt or he would have to endure the same feat.

School was stupid to Diablo. He wasn't learning anything valuable so he skipped most of the time and dropped out before he finished the eleventh grade. He didn't have many friends but the few people he did occasionally hang around with were a little older, just out of high school, and notorious for trouble. Diablo always had been too. He lived up to his name, often getting into trouble at school or being brought home for some petty arrest. Even at a young age he was a terror and as he got older he truly began to live up to his name.

He was in his teens when his shifting abilities came to light. He never knew anything about his family history and his mother would only freak out if he told her so he assumed it was his piece of shit father he inherited the skills from. It was one one decent thing he inherited from the man, in his opinion.

Maleficent entering the picture wasn't something he ever saw coming, but Diablo had been tired of a drab life and knew he was bound for a better life than just partying and taking care of his mother as her addiction grew worse.

Maleficent was powerful though with abilities like none other Diablo had seen. She taught him how to master abilities and in return he did her bidding. Diablo was loyal to the woman and did anything she asked without second thought.

Waking up in Evermore wasn't apart of the plan though. With Maleficent he was bound for greatness but then he woke up in that strange place, haunted only by the worst memories of his mother. He tried to remember the good but all he could remember were screaming matches between his parents and holding his mother's passed out body as he tried to save her from an overdose among other awful things. He chose to not think of it all, diving headfirst into drugs and alcohol to block out the haunting memories and assuming his mother was dead by now.

What he did remember, however, was Maleficent and every person that wronged her. He was still loyal to her, more now than ever. He was a bit lost, very troubled, but he had her to guide him.

It didn't take him long to get his ass in gear and find a shitty apartment. His job at Wonderland was whatever but at least he got to drink for free and beat up assholes.

He uses his shifting abilities more now than ever in Evermore. He's perfected them with Maleficent's help, but hasn't quite mastered the art of shifting or flying drunk which probably isn't a good idea in the slightest.

He uses his bird form to spy on those Maleficent has set him out to investigate, as well as his own vendettas. It's the most efficient and easiest way to gather information around town. So, no matter where someone turns Diablo is somewhere listening.

Frequently has nightmares and just bottles up all the emotions he claims not to have. One day he's just going to burst and it will be bad.

Aurora is a strange girl to Diablo. He only wants to get to know her for Maleficent's gain. He will cross any line it takes to get her in his palm and hand her to a silver platter to Maleficent. He remembers her from before Evermore, but keeps that information to himself. Maleficent enchanted Diablo so Aurora could not hear his thoughts so his though his mission is a long one he is faithful he can complete it.

He's a huge fuckboy and sleeps around a lot. Sort of lives by the sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll type of life. Looks the part with a lot of leather and tattoos.

Has killed before and will do it again. Do not test him.

His loyalty to the few close people around him is no joke. He would do anything for very few people if they just ask.

Has a kitten named Hex.

Scorpio sun, Aries moon, Capricorn rising

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[justeeyore]

"You're right. I'm sorry." She offered him the tiniest of smiles, trying not to unpack why that was, why she had never offered to introduce the two most important men in her life. Maybe part of her wanted to keep Nuka to herself, her own little fantasy world. Maybe part of her worried they wouldn't get along, that Diablo wouldn't like Nuka, or Nuka wouldn't like Diablo... and then what? Maybe it would just make it all the more real, and once it became more real, that was when the hurt followed. That was setting herself up for a bubble to burst that she wasn't ready for.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, she nodded at his question, offering a soft, "I'm good" before she went silent, in her head for a moment before thinking aloud. "I don't know if it's a good thing," she admitted, staring at her now empty glass, wishing it was full so she could take another swig. "Being happy. It just means it's going to be harder. When... if it ends." It was hard to imagine any other way.

[dicblo]

~

Diablo turned in his seat to look at Eeyore, his head slightly cocked to the side and a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Why are you sorry? You know I'm just giving you a tough time." He let out a low chuckle. Maybe there was a reason Eeyore hadn't wanted to have Diablo and Nuka meet. The thought stung a bit but Diablo knew it would have been justified if there was a reason. He came back to reality when she muttered 'I'm good.' His brow furrowed as she continued to speak. He expected this. Her anxiety about it all. That's what he was there for though. To fight them off for her and protect her. He leaned over to grab the liquor bottle on the table to pour more into both glasses. "Are you scared of being happy?" he genuinely asked her. He took a large sip from his glass. "'If' is a better choice than 'when,' I guess." Diablo let out a sigh and looked back over at her. "It's okay to let yourself be happy you know. Just because life sucks doesn't mean it's all bad. Shit, I'm happy for you. That must mean there's some good in the world." He smiled and nudged her in the side. "Just enjoy what you have now and try not to let the 'ifs' eat you alive."

[justeeyore]

"I did not make him up," Eeyore promised. She was pretty sure he was joking, but she deadpanned anyway, feeling like she had to clarify. She could never make up someone as wonderful as Nuka. Someone so... patient, understanding. Sweet. Cute. She felt her cheeks redden just thinking about him, and fought the urge to pull out her phone and shoot him a text. It was a weird feeling. She hadn't been in a real relationship before. But she hadn't really had real friends before, either. Evermore had been full of firsts for Eeyore, and she wasn't complaining. For once. "Have you asked to meet him?" She asked after a moment, eyebrows lifted in his direction.

She wasn't sure how Diablo would feel about Nuka, or how Nuka would feel about Diablo. They were the two most important men in her life, for totally different reasons, and she wanted them to get along. It would be sad if they didn't. Awkward. Uncomfortable. But she didn't see any reason they wouldn't get along, outside of being protective of her. They were both chill people. They both seemed to have her best interest at heart. Another first for her. "I am happier than I've ever been," she said, thinking aloud, reaching forward to her drink and tilting her head back, letting the burn trickle down her throat.

[dicblo]

~

"Well, no, but..." Diablo's brow line bunched together as he thought about it. Even drunk, high, whatever he was...he knew that Eeyore didn't make this man up. She was practically radiating sunshine, which was an unusual aura for his friend. "But," he continued, "you never offered either." He flashed her a grin before tossing back another swig of alcohol. He welcomed the burn. It wasn't uncomfortable at this point, but welcoming. That thought alone should have scared him and made him realize he was following in his parent's footsteps, but it didn't. Instead, it gave him all the more reason to drown his sorrows away.

Her last words would have shocked Diablo had he not known already. "I know," he responded with a slight smile. "I can tell." He watched as she poured the drink down her throat. "Feeling alright?" he asked with a smirk. "There's plenty more where that came from."

[dicblo]

Closed starter for: @justeeyore Location: Diablo's apartment.

Sometimes, for Diablo, it felt like him and Eeyore against the world. At the same time it felt the world had always been against them. Both of them had difficult pasts before Evermore, and even presently the memories haunted them both. Though they lived very different lives before coming into each other's that didn't deplete the bond the two shared. She was his closest friend and one of the only, maybe the only, person he really deeply cared about. The two were sat on his couch, a muted television on in front of them and music playing at a low volume to have some sort of background noise. More importantly there was a bottle and two glasses with matching liquid in them. Diablo had little to no self control. He didn't care how much or little he drank with Eeyore. It was her presence that mattered. She kept him calm but she also made him worry. Especially since she had went missing for months. Diablo reached for his glass and took a sip. He'd just indulged in other substances to top off the alcohol. He could feel the drugs pumping through his veins. His head turned to look at Eeyore. She was always so sad. He understood that sadness, but he masked his own with anger. "So, what's up with this boyfriend of yours? How come I haven't met him yet?" he asked, half teasing. Again, he worried. If anyone treated Eeyore poorly Diablo would call upon demons from hell to pay them a visit. "Or maybe you made him up. I know life can be boring, but damn, live a little. You can't contain your life inside of the same four walls." He meant well as he said it lightheartedly but knew the connotations of his words. He looked away and took another sip of his drink. "I suppose it doesn't matter as long as you're happy."

[naturallytwofaced]

He didn't understand how it had happened. Mason was trying not to let it consume him, worrying over where half the town had gone, but he was an obsessive person. When it came to holidays, his job, all of it. And this was big. This was important. This was something he felt it was completely fair to be obsessed with. But he couldn't lose himself in it; he had to be present for Emily, he had to be the mayor the town deserved and he had failed at for months. Knowing that did not make it any easier to sleep, though, and that was how he'd found himself along the edge of the river, looking for any trace of an explanation, as if he stood a chance when the detectives were coming up empty handed.

He must have been wandering for an hour before throwing the towel in, the exhaustion beginning to set in. Mason knew that he could stay out all night and he'd only come to the same conclusion, unfortunately. If only he had known he chose the worst time to start his journey back, not expecting to come face to face with anyone... and certainly not someone covered in blood.

He didn't know Diablo, but he recognized him from their last encounter... one that had not been very civil. As soon as he spoke, Mason's hands lifted, palms out, to prove that he was no threat. But it seemed like he blinked and the man was gone, unable to process his confusion before he felt the hand on his back. Frozen in place, he swallowed roughly, trying to stay calm. If he panicked, this would end badly. Not that it wouldn't either way. "I'm... I am only trying to get home," he spoke softly, his voice shaking. There may be truth in some of the man's words, but all he was focused on was his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. "Please. You do not have to do this."

[dicblo]

~

Maybe delusion was setting in has Diablo's breathing grew erratic. Breathing that turned into laughter at the man's words. "You're only trying to get home? Did you honestly just say that?" Diablo couldn't believe him. All a lot of people were trying to do for two months was get home. "So were a lot of people," he spat venomously in the man's ear. "One of them I happen to care about a lot." With every word he spoke Diablo wasn't sure if they made sense. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He could hear the mayor's begging ringing over and over and over until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Shut up!" His hand was shaky on the knife that quivered just centimeters from Mason's neck. "I do have to do this. You don't get it, do you?" Diablos grip on the man's shirt tightened. "No, you're too stupid. I guess that means you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time then, doesn't it? That's all anyone will ever know about this night." The hand with the knife lowered. He wasn't going to just slice his throat open. No, Diablo wanted to look him in the eyes as he took his life.

With whatever strength the adrenaline was giving him Diablo pushed Mason against a tree. He grabbed the back of his shirt again to make the man face him. Diablo looked him in the eye, expressionless as he did. Was he really about to do this? Something in the back of his mind clawed at his thoughts. Diablo knew he had to ignore him though. He knew he had to do this. Without second thought the hand that still held the knife dug the blade into Mason's abdomen. He twisted it with a shaky hand before tugging the now red blade out.

Diablo took a step back, panic fully setting in at the realization at what he'd done. He didn't have the strength or energy to...clean up his mess. He let himself lean against a tree, looking down to see his own wound had soaked the fabric of his shirt already. He needed to get the hell out of here and fast. There was nothing he could do other than call Malina and he wasn't even sure he was going to make it that far. "If I die before you I'll find you in hell and kill you again."

[dicblo]

Closed starter for: @naturallytwofaced Location: edge of the woods/river

Diablo was having one of the most aggravating days, well-- nights as he slowly made his way through the woods near the edge of town. Not far from the river where the lost residents of the town had reappeared. Eeyore being one of them. The thought that she was alone and lost for months had his stomach clenching. She of all people didn't deserve what had been brought upon her. Diablo was pissed off enough as is, covered in blood that was mostly not his own. It was late, late enough that it would be strange for anyone to be out let alone emerging from the trees. The sun wasn't quite on the horizon but Diablo knew he needed to get the hell home before it did. He stopped walking and lifted his shirt up where there was a visible gash underneath his rib cage. "Fuck," he hissed. He would have been gone ages ago if he could have flew. Injured though...he had to make his trek back through the woods on foot.

The other person didn't make it out alive and Diablo hadn't expected to have to put up that much of a fight before he indulged in lines of white powder up his nose and going on his night time adventure. He had been proven wrong and was left hurt in the process. He could still feel the effects of the drugs as well as the adrenaline pumping through his veins. His mind was cloudy and he wasn't sure if that was from drugs, blood loss, or exhaustion. Maybe all of the above. He took his jacket off, then his shirt which he ripped at the seam. He wrapped the ripped fabric around his torso the best he could and bit on his cheek until he tasted blood in his mouth. It was almost ironic that he had to taste blood to stop it.

Diablo was tying the fabric when he heard it. A footstep. Then another and another until the crunching of twigs and leaves was so loud in Diablo's ears he couldn't take it. He was frozen in place. Who the fuck was there? Before he could try and jump back into the trees he saw him. It was the mayor and when he turned Diablo inevitably made eye contact with him. Panic set into him. He was going to be so fucked if he didn't act quick. His hands didn't move but the knife he had concealed under the fabric of his stained jeans felt a thousand times heavier suddenly. Fight or flight mode suddenly became kill or be killed. Diablo's eyes narrowed at the other man. He could feel the fabric around him growing wet from where he was hurt but he knew if he didn't act first he would never act on anything again. His hand hovered over the knife and a scowl planted it's place on his lips. "Fucking move. I dare you. It will be the last time you do."

His eyes did not move from the man, not daring let him get away. Diablo knew he didn't have many options nor did he have a lot of strength. That didn't stop him from shifting just long enough to appear behind him quickly. Diablo grabbed the back of the mans shirt and had the knife pulled on him already. "I would let you give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you but we both know you're a pathetic sack of shit and I'd be taking the trash out." His vision was beginning to blur and dizziness set in. "No one would miss you. How could they? When all you've done is fuck everyone over and fail? You've..." Diablo blinked a few times. "You've hurt more people than you know. A lot worse than what I'm about to do to you."

[dicblo]

Closed starter for: @justeeyore Location: Near the river

Diablo knew he had no time to think. People were appearing back in town. People who had gone missing. The moment Diablo had heard the news he sprung into action, running full force towards the river. She had to be there, he told himself. If she wasn't... No, he didn't want to think of that. He could have flown there. It may have been faster but the first semi-coherent thought Diablo had was to run to her. There were police cars around, people who looked distraught and confused, and then people like him who were just looking to be reunited with their loved ones. His heart was pounding hard and fast when he finally stopped running to catch his breath. His eyes scanned the area until he decided to walk up the river himself. He pushed by any other people on the same mission as him and made sure to analyze every flash of long, brown hair he saw until he found the one he was looking for. When he did he just looked at her for a moment, trying to see if she was visibly hurt in anyway. When Diablo was certain she wasn't he embraced her tightly, lifting her off the ground a bit as he did. "I'm so sorry. I didn't talk to you that day and I should have. I should have protected you better." He doesn't let go of her but does loosen his grip on her so he doesn't hurt her. "I'm so happy you're back." He had a million questions but didn't want to pry yet, instead he takes a step back and looks at her again. His hands rested on her shoulders, afraid if he couldn't physically know she was there that she would disappear again. "I was really worried about you."

[rorasdreams]

closed starter @dicblo location: downtown evermore

aurora felt as if she was being watched. it was a hard feeling to distinguish because she used to feel this way all the time when she first arrived in evermore. like there were a part of dark eyes studying her movements, seeing what she was doing next, wondering when the strike. in her dreams she would be chased by blurry figures with the intent to capture her though she never found out what for. she had thought it was a trauma response for being locked up most of her life, and for the most part that was the case, but today felt different. all she was doing was trying to do her biweekly shopping and now she just wanted to find the source of her feelings.

it didn't make sense that she did find herself being stared at by a younger man she had never seen before. at least she was sure she had never seen him before. he looked like the type of guy that would be thrown in prison in her kingdom not a part of the castle staff, as shitty as that sounded. setting down the object she had been debating to buy down she decided to just go over to the guy and figure it out. running from her fears didn't do her any good.

"i'm sorry," she said politely when he was within earshot. "do we know each other? i noticed you were looking in my direction and didn't know if my eyes were just playing tricks on me."

[dicblo]

~

Diablo knew he hadn't exactly been Malina's best right hand lately. While he often had his eyes on Aurora, watching her moves and studying her habits, he had been distracted to say the least. He didn't have Aurora in mind as he walked down the sidewalk downtown that day but then he spotted her out of the corner of his eye entering a shop. Diablo was quick and discreet as he followed her in, keeping his distance as he tracked her moves. He stood slightly away from her, adjacent to her in the aisle. He had picked up a candle that he would likely end up purchasing to not look suspicious. His eyes darted to her ever few seconds as he opened the lid to act like he was going to smell it.

Diablo brought the candle up to his face as she approached him. So, she'd noticed him. That was fine, Diablo thought, he could play this off. The man conjured up a warm smile and shook his head before putting the lid back on the candle. "I don't believe we do," he said casually. Having an excuse already in the back of his mind he continued, "eyes can often play tricks on people. I'll admit I was looking at you but only because I have a dilemma." His smile turned sheepish. "I'm not good at this whole gift giving thing. I was trying to find something for my girlfriend and needed a second opinion. As you can see though I'm alone. I was debating asking on if you thought this scent was nice. I'm really bad at this whole girl thing, and we haven't been dating long so I don't really know what type of candles she likes." Everything he said had been a lie but his expression mirrored the look of a lost puppy. "I'm sorry. That probably sounds really stupid." He frowned and set the candle back down. "I wasn't trying to stare, I'm so sorry. I just get nervous easily and wasn't sure how to approach you."

[ghovlpire]

location: outside wonderland ♡ @dicblo

when sibella came up with the idea to walk diablo home from work , she didn't really consider how silly she probably would look to any passerby should there be anyone out and about this late into the night . she could practicly hear maddox yelling from across the street about how she looked more like a lost girl scout than vampire royalty , with the way her bag was practically overflowing with tomes borrowed from the public library ( thanks phyllis ! ) . she didn't usually present herself like this when venturing to places like wonderland , but it was funny to think of how diablo had become her main reason for still frequenting the club . her only reason , really . maybe at first she'd been intrigued by the aesthetics or the copious amounts of red , but that really only happened the first couple of times , until it wasn't about any of that at all . many of the things she did were for and because of diablo these days .

as her eyes wandered around the street for what felt like the hundredeth time now , she heard the door open and immediately felt the tiniest bit of air fill her lungs again . things had been different for a little while now and sibella was completely sure it was possible to miss someone even if you're waking up next to them everyday . ❛ hi , ❜ she greeted . what if he thought she was treating him like a child , what if he didn't want to see her just yet ? ❛ i was- i went to the library after work and ... phyllis and i had a lot of catching up to do , ❜ she told him , the tiniest hint of a smile touching her lips at the thought of her friend and how happy she seemed that day . lucky phyllis . ❛ i thought we could walk home together ... unless you'd rather go by yourself or stay a little longer , ❜ though her expression faltered a bit . vampires weren't particularly good with rejection . after a brief moment , sibella spoke again . ❛ i didn't want you to be alone . ❜

[dicblo]

~

Work had been such a drag for Diablo as of late. Most things had though. For most of his life his existence seemed pointless, nothing mattered, and there was no light in his life to consume the darkness that shrouded him. Life hadn't seemed pointless or like nothing mattered, but lately it sure felt like that darkness was starting to creep back up and take the light away. That light was Sibella. She was the one who made him feel like he had a purpose and she was what mattered most to him. That night had been stressful and by the end Diablo was left with a black eye and bruised knuckles. He lingered by the bar for a bit, having a few drinks with some of his coworkers. He hadn't wanted to talk to anyone though. He wanted to enjoy his drinks alone.

After finishing the one he had in his hand he set the glass on the bar and left for the door. When it swung open Diablo wasn't expecting to see his girlfriend waiting outside for him. Some days he would, but not lately. "Of course we can walk home together," he said as if it were obvious. Diablo pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket then lit one. I didn't want you to be alone. The words echoed in his ears and he looked over at her, expression sad for the slightest moment. "I would have been fine. Or did you forget I've been alone most of my life?"

In the hand opposite to the one holding a cigarette he held his hand out for her take, his eyes pleading for her to do so. He missed her touch. A chaste kiss to say good night and holding her hand wasn't enough. Before she could take his hand he dropped it then took a step towards her and wrapped his arm around her tightly to embrace her. He didn't say anything for a moment then pressed a long kiss to the top of her head. He felt deprived of his girlfriend. Not only physically but also emotionally. "I love you," he murmured into her hair. Diablo pulled away then actually grabbed her hand this time but didn't look at her. "Let's go home. You can tell me about the books you got and what Phyllis had to say," was all he said before inhaling the cigarette again.

[dicblo]

Closed starter for: @naturallytwofaced Location: Mason's house

It wasn't difficult to find the mayor's house. All it took was a bird perched outside of city hall and following him home a few times through the skies to figure it out. The mayor had a sporadic schedule, Diablo noticed. He knew the man would be home at a later hour which is why Diablo knew he had to be there earlier. It was easy enough to get into the house through an open window and not even a watchful eye would have noticed him flying in. Once he was inside he looked around, rummaging through the man's things to find out anything he could about where the hell Eeyore possibly could have ended up. He was left empty handed though. When he heard keys opening the locked front door Diablo made sure to stay hidden. He'd planned this out and there was no room for mistakes. The minute the man entered his house Diablo appeared behind him and pushed him against the now closed door. "You're going to tell me what I want to know and you're going to tell me now, you pathetic excuse of shit," he snarled into his ear. Diablo pulled the man back by his shirt before pushing him to the ground where he towered over him. "Where the hell is everyone and why the fuck haven't you done anything to fix this mess?" Diablo pulled his foot back before kicking him in the side. "I'd start talking if I were you, because if someone very important to me doesn't show up soon it's going to end badly for you. So, we can do this my way or the hard way. Which will it be, Mr. Mayor?"

[ghovlpire]

WHAT DID YOU DO ? the question reverberated in her mind for several seconds , both in his gentle voice as well as her own ; except a thousand times angrier and more desperate . anger and resentment were two things sibella didn't usually feel , being the calm and comforting presence she always strived to be . still , both emotions seemed to perfectly describe her feelings towards her self as of late . ❛ you know what i did , ❜ she replied quietly , allowing herself to look at diablo . like she even deserved to . ❛ i hated doing it but i had to . i had to know if- ❜ the vampire stopped . she should have rehearsed this , practiced over and over again in hopes it would make the whole thing easier , but that would entail facing her demons and that was the very thing sibella had been avoiding since birth .

slowly , as if asking him to follow , sibella made her way towards the bathroom and upon reaching it , she began wiping the blood off her skin with water and a face towel . it was a sloppy job , any decent vampire would know that , but maybe she need it that way . a reminder that even if she tried to hide , nature would find a way to catch up to her . ❛ i didn't always enjoy drinking blood , ❜ she began , breaking the silence . ❛ i used to think i'd be just fine without it , being half human and all ... i was really stupid back then . still am . ❜ wiping her stained fingers , she lowered her gaze towards her hands . ❛ i think- ... i don't know who i am anymore , ❜ sibella whispered . ❛ i didn't want to drink some random person's blood , i'd never ! but- ... but i've been so hungry , so hungry . this craving for more and more and i just- ... is it always gonna be like this ? after my clock stops ticking , which it will , soon , after everyone's gone , after you're gone , is this the only thing i'll have left ? can i do it , just- just for survival's sake , relying on pure instict ? ❜ brows furrow together , ❛ after everything i've done , am i really that kind of monster ? ❜

❛ so i made an experiment , i ... i went hunting . for the first time in a long time , even before we got together . ❜ there's a small , barely existent smile that dares brush upon her lips , though it's filled with melancholia and brief . ❛ i had to know if i could do it , so i can do it when you leave ... we're a year closer to that day now . ❜ there was no way she could celebrate their anniversary ( or her birthday ) without being reminded of the fact . she couldn't fully allow herself to live in the moment and enjoy their relationship for what it was ; the future was coming , it was just around the corner and god , it was terrifying . ❛ and i tried . i sank my teeth into someone else's neck , and i hated it . i hated everything about it and i have never , ever felt hopeless as i do now . ❜

stepping out of the bathroom , sibella let her eyes wander around the apartment for a moment . it ocurred to her then that she'd started hex when flying in , but she'd just have to apologize later . hopefully the kitten wouldn't hate her for that , or for what was happening in their living room right now . ❛ you should break up with me , ❜ green eyes lock into deep brown ones . though she was trying her best to keep a neutral expression , the struggle in her heart couldn't be more obvious on her features . ❛ i - i can't do it , so it has to be you . you have to leave me now so it won't hurt as much when you're gone ... i know you're scared , too . ❜

[dicblo]

~

You know what I did. The words stung more than they should have. Diablo did know despite her not uttering a single word to indicate what she had done. Somehow that felt worse than the situation at hand. Knowing she had drank someone else's blood and her confirming he knew made him feel like he had assumed the worst of her, which was far from the truth. As Sibella continued to speak and began to walk towards the bathroom Diablo followed her. He wasn't quite in disbelief but she was a bit shocked his girlfriend had impulsively went out and drank from someone, leaving them for who knows what... No. Diablo was not going to think of the possibility of the person being dead. Sibella wouldn't go that far, would she? Not that it would really matter seeing his own track record of doing shady work. Even so, it wouldn't have been his girlfriend that did it. It would have been distorted thoughts and impulsivities from her clearly wild emotions.

Diablo stood in the doorway of the bathroom as he watched her scrub the blood off of her face. He suddenly felt nauseous. Not from the blood, he'd seen enough in his lifetime to not be bothered. It was more so the fact that he didn't know where-- who it had come from. He listened to her though, not interrupting her until she was finished and looking up at him. His heart ached. For her and for himself. Diablo wished she had talked to him. He had a inkling something was off with her but he brushed it off as the difficulties of another year passing for her. A year that would eventually blend into centuries of years that were undistinguishable from each other. Maybe centuries where he wouldn't be around.

As her green eyes gazed up into his brown ones all he could think of was that he couldn't ever lose her. He'd been lost in her eyes countless times but this was different. There was something shadowing his eyes-- a deep self-loathing for not being the man he should have been for her. "Is that what you really want?" he asked when he broke the silence. "Do you want me to leave? Because I will." It wasn't a threat, but if that's what she truly desired he would respect that. He wanted to fight, scream that she was being ridiculous and ask why would she ever do that to him. He couldn't though. His expression was far more sad than it was angry. "You say you don't even know who you are anymore, but I do. You're my girlfriend, and you're also a vampire. There's nothing wrong with that." Not to him at least. He takes a hesitant step towards her. He was scared, he was sure she could sense it. Not because of what she did though, but of losing her forever when she's only arms length away.

"You're not the monster you think you are." Did Diablo expect this to happen? Not really, but the shock was wearing off and he realized that incidents like this came with the territory of dating a vampire. "I know you feel like shit right now. I also know that one mistake doesn't dictate who you are as a person, Sibella. If you want an example of a bad person or monster look at me. Do you not think I've done far worse than this? That's what makes you and I so different. I wouldn't look back on what I've done. I wouldn't feel the guilt I know you feel." His brows crease and the frown on his face was enough to break even a so called monster's heart. "You're not the horrible person you perceive yourself to be. There's a lot of good in you, Sibella. I just wish you could see it."

Diablo finally looks away from her, fearing if he stared into her eyes any longer he would cry. "I am scared," he finally admitted, "of losing you. Do you think I don't know what today means? I do." He closes his eyes tight and rubs his temples. He wanted another cigarette. "I just don't understand why you wouldn't ask me first." He thought she could come to him for everything, even his blood. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she was right and he should break up with her, respecting what she was asking him to do in the moment. Diablo took a shaky breath and looked back to her. "I mean, I guess I do. But I-- You-- We should--" He couldn't gather his thoughts enough to form a sentence. "I would devote my entire existence to you no matter how long that is. So, tell me now what you really want. I'll walk out that door if you really want me to. I'll disappear from your life. I love you so much that I would do anything for you, even if it hurt me." He wanted to reach out and touch her face but all he could see was small spots of blood she had missed when cleaning herself off. "It would destroy me, but I'd still do it for you. Do you really, really want me to? Do you want me to say that I hate you because of what happened? I don't. I could never."

He faces away from her, eyes looking at the gifts that may never be opened at this point. All he'd wanted to do was make a difficult day better for her by trying to do something nice. It almost felt like a slap in the face. "I just wanted you to have a birthday and anniversary to remember. Not like this though." He turned back her, some annoyance mixed with the hurt on his face. "I waited all night here for you. And I would do it again if I had to." He wasn't trying to guilt her, he just felt defeated. "I would wait an eternity for you. Does that help? I would give up everything to have a chance at forever with you. Don't you understand that?"

[ghovlpire]

location: the apartment ✧ @dicblo

there's something to be said about the hesitance to go home , how strange of a feeling it is and how its very existance challenges what a home is , what it represents . it wasn't until very recently that sibella started dreading being home , a closed environment where she had no option but to face the current state of affairs ; her ever growing dependency on diablo , the urges growing deep inside her undead self and with that , coming to terms with her true nature — particularly the vampiric side .

another year had gone by and with that , the first quarter of her first century on earth . it wasn't long by vampire standards , but long enough to imagine how the rest of her life would be . no more growing older , just lonelier and hungrier but at least she had the ghouls and diablo . when did that shift from being a comforting thought to a worry ? having someone means you might lose them ; how was she supposed to live with that , just after what had been the happiest year of her life ? would she ever move on from it if she had to , and could she ?

it called for an experiment , one sibella would've stopped herself from following through had she been in a better state of mind , of spirit . coming home with fresh blood coating her lips all the way down her neck probably wasn't a good idea and neither was drinking from some random person yet there she was , flying in through the open window like a criminal avoiding the front door . the picture of despair itself . she wasn't expecting diablo to be there by the time she came home though , and the surprise was enough to make her turn away in attempt to hide .

❛ you- you're back ! ❜ the vampire greeted , disgust washing over her as she tasted whatever remained of the most recent meal on her tongue . it was terrible , bland . why couldn't she just be satisfied with it ?! ❛ and early , too ... i thought you wouldn't be here until way later , ❜ she pointed out , avoiding diablo's face . ❛ did you forget the keys or ... ❜

[dicblo]

~

There was a heavy absence of his girlfriend as Diablo had sat alone in their apartment alone for most of the night. It was rare Sibella wasn't home before him, though he'd made it a point to be home before midnight because he knew the minute the clock struck twelve it was officially be Sibella's birthday and their first anniversary together. It was strange, devoting an entire year to another person other than himself. It almost made him feel selfless instead of selfish for once. Almost. He'd wanted to surprise Sibella. Diablo may not be the most romantic guy in the world but he knew how to try when it counted. He'd thought for weeks and weeks on how to make it special for her. He knew this birthday might be difficult for his girlfriend, to say the least. The day should still be special, he told himself. So, there he sat on the couch with two different gifts on the table in front of him. One for her birthday and one for their anniversary. He'd gotten home just before midnight, knowing if she hadn't been home she would be soon. Or so he thought.

Minutes turned to an hour and one hour turned into multiple as he waited up for her. There were moments he'd doze off on the couch, usually bolting awake from either anxiety of missing her come home or from Hex jumping on his lap. Diablo kept checking the time and the more often he checked the slower time seemed to go by. He'd put the TV on at one point, hoping it would keep him awake but ended up just muting it because the background noise was more aggravating than soothing. Something felt off though. It was unlike Sibella to come home this late, then again she hadn't known Diablo would be there either. Maybe she was with the ghouls or something, he hold himself. That didn't help ease the pit in his stomach though.

Diablo didn't want to call her and risk ruining the surprise. He wasn't a very patient man though and when anxiety started to really kick in he grew worried for her. Something was wrong, he just knew it. He'd gone through at least a half a pack of cigarettes that night alone, trying not to indulge in other mind altering chemicals. He wanted to be sober that night for her. That didn't help the itch he felt to do a line though. He was about to get up from his spot on the couch, with Hex nestled comfortably in his lap, to go looking for her as he feared something bad happened. Before he could get up though she came flying through the window, startling the cat awake and causing her to run off. Diablo was quick to get up so he could both greet her and make sure she was alright.

Sibella spoke before he had the chance to and by the sound of her voice alone Diablo knew something had happened. The hair on the back of his neck was sticking up and he suddenly had a chill crawl up his spine. He took a few slow steps towards her until he was face to face with her. The blood on her face and neck was enough to tell him what had happened alone. His worry was still very evidently there considering the look on his face, but so was the new shock he felt. She'd drank from someone else. He wasn't jealous, not right away. Hurt? Maybe. Above all he was confused. He'd waited and waited so he wouldn't spoil the surprise and it almost felt like a slap in the face that she came home covered in who know's blood. She wouldn't betray him in the way his lying thoughts were telling him she would. He knew she wasn't hurt, that much was clear just from scanning his eyes over her body. When they looked back up and locked with hers his expression was disheartened. He wanted to say a million things but there was only one coherent thought that escaped softly from his lips. "Sibella...what did you do?"

[dicblo]

Closed starter for: @justeeyore Location: Summer Carnival

Diablo hadn't felt social in what felt like ages. Most of his time spent outside of work was with Sibella or just sleeping a lot. He didn't particularly love the blazing summer heat, but he managed. He'd dressed for the weather, a tank top that was already off and draped over his shoulder, shorts that clearly had been jeans at one point and were now cut off at the knees, and a pair of sunglasses. He had a beer in his hand as he stood next to Eeyore in the line they were in to get something to eat. It seemed like forever since he'd seen her and it made him feel like a shitty friend. He knew Eeyore had her struggles and he should be there to support her more. A silence had fallen over them for a few minutes while they waited until he finally spoke up. "What are you getting? I really want fries but I've also never had deep fried Oreos and I really want to try those as well." He looked down at her after taking a sip from his beer. "They literally sell fries in a bucket. We could just share at this point."

[dicblo]

do you think you can make anyone happy long-term?

"As much as I'd like to say yes it's probably not true. I've never made anyone 'happy long-term' in my life. What makes you think now is any different?"

[evermorehqs]

it’s an honesty hour week!!

We know recently activity has been a little low as we've all hit a bit of a wall with muse but it hopefully help get inspiration flowing, we're going to be doing an honesty week! For the rest of the week, into the next, we're inviting people to send out honesty asks and reblog ask memes, facilitating muse and get people into the groove - have fun!

[dicblo]

Now accepting any honesty week asks for all characters!! **i am too lazy to tag every blog please just look at the masterlist for blog links i'm begging you

[ghovlpire]

there was an instinctive urge that came down on sibella as she saw diablo trying to stand up , the need to help him just in case he needed the extra bit of support . yes , she was upset and angry and hurt all at the same time , but that didn't mean she wasn't looking out for him even then . still , she didn't move . the anger and hurt were speaking a little louder in the moment . ❛ i'm not acting like anything , i'm worried about my boyfriend ! coming home after four in the morning isn't the ordinary , diablo . ❜ and truthfully , the time wouldn't have bothered her as much if it wasn't for the fact that he'd probably been up to no good all night . in any case , there were a few words that she couldn't keep from reverberating in her mind after diablo said them , so of course the ghoul had to bring it up again , repeat them herself . ❛ well , but do you ? do you have a death wish ? ❜ anyone else might've thought of her question as unreasonable , but sibella took the subject very seriously . it happens when your existence walks hand in hand with the morbid topic that is death .

i'm fine . he didn't really think she was that naïve , did he ? ❛ of course it matters ! you're here but you can barely walk straight and- and what if you weren't here , huh ? i'm not being unreasonable and i know you know why i'm upset , ❜ even if he couldn't articulate it in the moment . she could give him grace in knowing diablo wasn't completely unaware of how she felt , though it didn't exactly make her feel better . perhaps the real issue was that even sibella herself wasn't sure what she wanted , so how could she expect him to fix it , especially in this state ? ❛ you don't have to say anything , i'm just- ❜ the vampire trailed off , green eyes watching as diablo's expression started to change into one she didn't like at all . it really sucked being the cause of your beloved's sorrow . she wanted to calm him down , to hold his face and promise none of this had anything to do with who he was or his habits until diablo told her to get off his back , not without raising his voice . she'd waited for him all night and now he was yelling at her ?

❛ how dare you speak to me like that ?! ❜ it was her turn to match the volume with her own voice , even if it sounded a little more strained than sibella wanted . she wasn't a loud person and her raspy tones were proof of that . if her efforts to match his voice weren't enough , sibella allowed herself to stand on the couch for the sake of adding a couple extra inches to her height . it didn't make much difference but it mattered to her . ❛ you're the one who said you wanted me here , that you didn't want to be apart from me more than we are and now you- you're telling me to get off your back ?! am i no good unless i'm behaving like a lovesick puppy ? ❜ she could feel her own breath hitching , delicate fingers curling into fists until her nails were digging into skin . maybe focusing on the sharp discomfort in her palms would distract her from the tears pooling in her eyes . ❛ you said you'd change ! i never asked you to but you said you wanted to be with me forever . forever , di . then you go and do these things that'll take you away from me even sooner , how the hell am i supposed to feel ?! ❜ it was agonizing , cruel even . she knew diablo didn't mean it on purpose but it hurt . it was getting harder and harder to pretend that it didn't . squeezing her eyes shut for a short moment , sibella inhaled deeply , trying to collect herself . ❛ i just- ... this isn't fair , you're probably tired and i'm making it worse . no wonder you came home late , ❜ all she did was make things worse for them . ❛ maybe i'm just not a good girlfriend , you know . to anyone and it's okay , it's not your fault . you do what you can . ❜

[dicblo]

~

Diablo didn't really remember a time not coming home late at night when he lived alone. It was an adjustment still, for sure, but he didn't regret his decision in having Sibella move in with him. That didn't mean he appreciated her breathing down his neck. He was still his own person that could make his own choices. He wasn't just an extension of her nor was she an extension of him. "It might not be your ordinary but it's always been mine," he grumbled. He hadn't expected her to drop any poor habit she had or change parts about her for him. In his intoxicated state he could barely remember if he'd promised her that he would change. Her next words only skyrocketed the anger pumping through his veins. "Don't...don't do that. Manipulate or gaslight or...whatever." His brows furrowed together. "You know that's not fucking true. Does anything I do or say mean anything to you?" Diablo knew she just had his best outlook in mind, but in the moment his emotions were getting the best of him. "I don't want to die. Not without you." A frown formed on his lips, some of what she was saying making some slight sense to him. That didn't mean he wasn't still angry though.

When Sibella's tone of voice started to rival his own he began to grow more pissed off. He watched her stand on the couch to try and gain eye level with him, but he still had to lean his head slightly down to look at her. As his eyes focused on her features her emotions became more clear to him. Worry, fear, sorrow, and something else he couldn't quite place in the moment. Was it love? Through it all was she still able to show that she truly loved him? Diablo almost felt guilty, but then she kept talking. He shouldn't feel guilty for being himself. Even if he said he'd change things, she couldn't expect that to happen over night. He felt like he was being kicked down and punished just for having fun with his friend. His friend that he'd ignored and blew off for months to spend the time with Sibella instead. "I do want you here. More than anything I just want you," he mumbled. Even in his state he knew he loved his girlfriend above all else. "Doesn't mean I'm going to stand here and get bitched at though."

Diablo crossed his arms across his chest and stood up straight, looking anywhere but at her. There was a quiet voice in the back of his mind telling him that the less he looked at her the less time he would have in his life to admire her. Am I no good unless I'm behaving like a lovesick puppy? The words stung enough to make his head turn and look at her. "Did I fucking say that? No, I didn't. Don't put words in my damn mouth." As he looked at her, sorrow and tears in her eyes, he felt guilty. "I do want to be with you forever. That will never change." Without thinking he grabs her hands and unfolds them from fists so he can hold them. He was tired, and he had come home late, but it wasn't because of her. Never because of her. "Just...just stop!" he shouted out. "No one said any of that but you! I can't convince you that you're the greatest thing to ever happen to me if you don't believe it yourself." He let out a huff of breath. "I do love you, you know. Maybe you think this is my way of trying to avoid you, it's not. Fuck me I guess for giving my friend the time of day after not for months on end because I chose to be by your side instead." His hands were still holding hers and he hadn't realized he was squeezing a bit. He couldn't let himself let go, fearing if he did he may never know the feeling of her hands in his again.

Diablo still felt so angry. He wanted to spit fire but he also loved his girlfriend. He felt worthless and cruel. Fear seeped into him as he remembered the screaming matches his parents would have so often when he was a child. He didn't want them to become like that. He couldn't. That was a slippery slope that would only lead to him being more than just a spitting image of his father. It might as well have made him the same man. Diablo couldn't lose Sibella, and as irrational as it was he feared this argument could end it all. He took a deep, shaky breath in attempt to calm himself. It didn't really work but at least he tried. He stood there for another moment, holding her hands tight, and closed his eyes as he tried to collect his thoughts. He should apologize, he told himself. But was he actually sorry for going out and enjoying himself? No, not really. He was sorry for yelling at her though. Despite that he couldn't get the apology to form on his tongue. "I'm not trying to upset you," he said before opening his eyes, vision taking a few moments to adjust to the light in the room again. "Just because I love you doesn't mean I can't see my friends. You love me but I'm not going to stop you from going out and being with yours." Diablo knew there was more to this than that alone. She was upset because he was so fucked up he could barely stand up straight. "You're my best friend, Sib, and the love of my life. I know you're upset, but...but I can't change anything so just get the fuck over it!" His attempt to comfort her was likely failing miserably, but he was trying. Right?

[ghovlpire]

though she didn't actually see the stumble , hearing diablo's reaction was enough for sibella to understand what had happened and it didn't surprise her . he wasn't as perceptive when under the influence and honestly , how could he be ? it would be unreasonable of her to expect so from him , so she didn't . that didn't make her heart hurt any less though . the kiss he planted on her cheek did , however , successfully bring the shadow of a smile to her lips . ❛ i should've kept them on for you . my bad , ❜ she replied apologetically , watching as he reached out to pet carmilla only for hex to interrupt . the act made her laugh , knowing that if carmilla had been a rattlesnake , she'd be making the angriest of rattles right now . ❛ it's a learning curve , for all of us . i can't blame her for not wanting to share you . ❜ and so , the vampire planted a small kiss onto his cheek , just a little closer to his lips than the one he'd given her .

now that they were sitting close to each other , it was even clearer to her that he wasn't in an unaltered state of mind , not only by the scent of diablo's blood but his eyes . they told her everything she needed to know , and it was impossible for the disappointment not to show in the vampire's delicate face . she would've tried to hide it but sibella hated lying , especially to diablo . ❛ i know you did . i'm happy you're back , ❜ and yet , she stood up from the couch and leisurely made her way to carmilla's enclosure , both as a means of not having to look directly at diablo from up close but also because she didn't want to have this conversation with a snake around her neck . ❛ not this late though , but fine . it's not about that . ❜ pausing as she returned carmilla to her little home , the vampire gave a small , not - so - relaxed shrug . ❛ i'm just wondering what's gonna happen when you've flown headfirst into one too many buildings , or when you don't come home . ❜ turning towards diablo again , she crossed her arms as a means of bracing herself . ❛ i don't know how to smile when the love of my life keeps confusing me . ❜

[dicblo]

~

Diablo sat comfortably next to her with the cat now nestled in his lap. What wasn't so comfortable was the air between them. Something felt off. Diablo didn't like it. It was unsettling and he sensed that something was wrong, that Sibella was upset somehow. Despite the feeling he smiled small when he felt the soft kiss brush against the corners of his lips. He turned to look at her but any remnants of what could hardly have been considered a smile didn't remain on his features. Instead, replaced with a sullen expression. Diablo watched Sibella as she stood from the couch and moved across the room. Her next words caused his brows to knit together and the unsettling feeling to expand. It wasn't that late, was it? He wasn't sure of the time and was almost nervous to ask. "I said I would be back later. I don't understand why you'd bring it up if it wasn't an issue." His eyes scanned the room for something with a clock on it and when he finally found one he could barely read it. His vision was a little blurry but when he squinted he managed to make out the numbers. Alright, so just after four in the morning. He tried to rationalize why she'd be upset he was home so late. Maybe because she wanted to spend time with him. He was unsure. He tried not to think much of it, looking back towards Sibella as she spoke.

Her next words were a blow that he felt in his chest as it tightened. He did not want to have this conversation. Not now. Why couldn't she have waited until he was sober and slept it off? It seemed unfair to him in the moment. There was both sadness and anger creeping into his veins. So she was worried. That was typical of her. Still, he couldn't help but be agitated at her mildly morbid comment of him ending up dead and not coming up home. "Confusing you?" he finally rebuttals as he stands up, feeling too antsy to remain seated. "I've done nothing out of the ordinary. You're acting I have some death wish or that I am going out of my way to hurt myself." He would admit the drugs and alcohol were bad for him, but it wasn't like he couldn't go a bit without them. Still, it was a frequent activity for him.

He didn't usually get as fucked up as he was, but Diablo had gotten lost in the fun he was having earlier that night. He wouldn't deny that he was intoxicated, he knew it was probably clear as day considering his legs felt like gelatin and his speech and eyes were usually a dead giveaway. "It's fine. I'm fine." He took one slow stride towards her. "I don't understand why you're upset. I mean...I kinda do. But, I don't know." He couldn't form words from the thoughts in his mind and that only pissed him off more. "It doesn't matter. I'm here so you have nothing to worry about." Diablo wasn't used to really having to ever answer to anyone except Mal. Even then he didn't always justify his actions unless he was genuinely scared. "You're acting like I went out and deliberately tried to do something to upset you. It's not like you didn't know what I was doing. You're not stupid, Sibella. I don't really know what you want me to say." His angry expression changed into a sorrowful one as some anxiety began to stir within him. The tightness in his chest hadn't gone away so perhaps it had been there all along. "You knew who I was and what I do going into this. Everyone does stupid shit, Sibella. Are you unable to cope with the fact I'm not just going to drop everything and change every part of me, specifically my habits? I love you, with every fiber of my being, Sib. You know that. But just...just get off my back. I didn't do anything wrong," he told her, voice rising towards the end.