“By the moon we glide under, I despise you, Detective,” 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.
“Thank whatever gods you pray to I value my daughter’s wishes. Otherwise, you’d be gutted like a fish by now.”
“Yet after all this time I’m still here. Alive… with barely a scratch on me. Angela has nothing to do with that, now does she?” Elisa hums, and Demona visibly bristles. The gargoyle can strike fear in the hearts of the coldest opponents– has done so countless times in her pseudo immortal life– 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 she’s ever been, trying (and failing) to hide the smirk curling across her lips.
“If I didn’t know any better, Demona,” Elisa purrs, her voice is dripping with amusement, “I’d think you liked me-”
So I legit wasn’t gonna post this outside my patreon yet because I still have no concrete ideas, but I’m 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 (it’s been years since I’ve last seen it). But the basic idea I have so far explores the possibility of Demona’s redemption. One that is rocky and hard, but from what I remember she actually has the capacity to be redeemed, if she let her pride and anger go for literally like, three seconds.
As such this takes place after a piece I’m 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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