āBy the moon we glide under, I despise you, Detective,ā Demona hisses, hefting the woman up by the wrists as if she weighed nothing. She yanks her close and bares her teeth in clear threat.
āThank whatever gods you pray to I value my daughterās wishes. Otherwise, youād be gutted like a fish by now.ā Ā
āYet after all this time Iām still here. Aliveā¦ with barely a scratch on me. Angela has nothing to do with that, now does she?ā Elisa hums, and Demona visibly bristles. The gargoyle can strike fear in the hearts of the coldest opponentsā has done so countless times in her pseudo immortal lifeā but the detective was never among them.
The oddity of a human meets her piercing eyes without flinching. She does nothing to try and escape her grasp, simply allows herself to hang. By all accounts, helpless, but she looks as smug as sheās ever been, trying (and failing) to hide the smirk curling across her lips. Ā
āIf I didnāt know any better, Demona,ā Elisa purrs, her voice is dripping with amusement, āIād think you liked me-ā
So I legit wasnāt gonna post this outside my patreon yet because I still have no concrete ideas, but Iām pretty proud of how it came out honestly. So here ya go. owo
I wanna do a Gargoyles AU, but like I said, no concrete ideas yet, largely because I need to rewatch the show (itās been yearsĀ since Iāve last seen it). But the basic idea I have so far explores the possibility of Demonaās redemption. One that is rocky and hard, but from what I remember she actually has the capacity to beĀ redeemed, if she let her pride and anger go for literally like, three seconds.
As such this takes place after a piece Iām currently working on, so that one should give some more context. Until then though, enjoy a grumpy Demona and a smug, kinda flirty Elisa. uwu
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