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THREE INCH TALL SATAN“….I hate all of you.”

summermiko:

Summer had to lower her ears with a soft sigh. How the hell would she carry a Blue-sparked creature round? Fire, at that! Anyone in the Vatican would know Satan by the fire alone–and if others could see his host still… She alredy felt the stress building as her shoulders raised.

“I’m not going out right now. But I’d be more than welcome to show you the world whenever I do go out. Provided that you and I figure out where to hide you. Your…Fire is sort of obvious as to who you are. And you might be okay with frying people but I…Actually can’t handle fire well.” At least she was honest.

He seemed to....pout at this? How interesting. Though the male sighed before crossing his arms over his chest. “Well you should figure out a way to get me out and around away from exorcists then.” He retorted sharply, tail flicking about back and forth as he rumbled something or another to himself.

“But I suppose this is okay for now...”

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Father...Umm...Why...W-why do you h-have a red...A red dot on your nose...?

“Whatever do you mean?” The male asked looking over.

“There is nothing of interest on my nose.”

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summermiko:

Mikki furrowed her brows, eyeing the bubbly, tar-like Gehenna gate. Naturally, the human’s instinct was to attempt to break free and flee from the scene, but digging her heels in provided no resistance what so ever. She felt knots in her chest tighten up at the sight of the large gate.

Though at his command, she glanced to her wrists. “…To be fair I don’t feel them bruising. Then again I think I’m in so much shock, my body has gone numb. Just…Don’t break them. I can’t type Summer’s responses, if I get back, with broken wrists.”

Yes the whole exchanged seemed useless to the other, considering even as she dug her heels in the ground was too hard and solid to really get a good grip. Even if the female could, Satan would just pull her and whatever was trying to create friction with her.

“Haha!” He cackled at something. “If I broke your wrists I’d just make you type anyways!” Though he didn’t make his grip any tighter to tempt this outcome. In fact he was trying his hardest to be gentle.

#summermiko

im-a-bitch-so-what

Gates of Hell

enemyofassiah

im-a-bitch-so-what:

She gave a laugh. “Not unless there is a valid reason for it. Though listening to a few would have certainly made visits to the doctor less frequent. However, I’m still here and stronger from it.”

She tousseled her curls a bit before continuing with her questions. “How was the gate built? Was it carved out of stone or marble? Did Heracles really enter hell and steal a three headed dog? Is there a queen of hell or do you rule alone?”

She was really quite facinated by him, her ice colored eyes examining him every now and again.

His body shifted back at the sudden barrage of questions before he let out a low chuckle and shook his head at this. “Well, It was naturally formed. How it was built was simply a condensation of energy.” Though he had to think about it. “If someone really did enter Hell they’d have a hard time getting out.”

Then his face became solemn to this. “No.” His answers short and simple before he frowned. “Not anymore.”

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wayward-innocent:

“Thank you…I think…”

Did she manage to get her point across? Or did it go through one ear and out the other? Well…at least he wasn’t trying to kill her so far. Yunneth seemed to amuse the demon though was that such a good thing? She couldn’t tell at this point. Once he began to pat her on the head, she expected to be set ablaze by his touch. But no…instead she felt warmth. Like that radiating off a heater. It was strange to feel fire but not be burned. When asked if she understood that risk, she nodded her head.

“I know very well what can happen to me. I’m not THAT dimwitted. I understand the risk. And frankly…I am okay with that.”

She shrugged. She would do her best not to die in some godforsaken derelict house. But Yunneth knew the risks she was taking to try and figure out how this world worked. It was a risk she was willing to take. Better her than some other poor sod.

“It is likely I will but I make sure to use charms and incantations to prevent it. If that doesn’t work, I have a drastic back up plan.”

“Oh?” He grinned widely as he listened to her, eyes boring into her soul as he chuckled to himself at something or another. Something was amusing the old man, but he wasn’t going to say what. “I see. So you understand, but you think you can survive regardless. Or perhaps you understand, and you just don’t care because you like to do it.” Humans were weird in that aspect.

“I wonder something, but if I was to accompany you I’d surely scare everyone away!” A round of insane laughter escaped him momentarily before he quieted again, pulling his hand back.

Satan would grin oh-so-widely as he eyed her. “Tell me, Yunneth, why is a human so fragile not afraid of death. I know my second oldest controls it, but that doesn’t make you above it!”

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summermiko:

This wasn’t a good situation to be in. But what could a human do about it? A human without any good training, too. One had to be religious to put forth required faith and–well let’s say she’s not the most religious sort when it comes to Christianity. She could feel the skin bruising underneath his grasp.

“Or you just don’t want to crush me because you’re calculated…Or have something planned.” Again, not much to do aside from awkwardly trotting after him.

He didn’t respond to it, though she got a shrug at the very most. “Could be, or I need you around because I wish you to be.” He retorted sharply, continuing to drag her. All the way to the large Gehenna gate that was open at the top of the island.

His gaze would glance at the wrist he was holding, noting the fact he was bruising her skin but not seeming to care. “If it becomes too painful tell me.” However that didn’t guarantee he’d listen. “I mean, I’d love to listen to your screams.”

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enemyofassiah

♔ (no I'm not Anoning this because I want you TO KNOW WHO MADE THE SATANS SMOL AHAHHA)

THREE INCH TALL SATAN“….I hate all of you.”

enemyofassiah

summermiko:

“It’s kind of the same thing for me.” Summer murmured, of course picking up on his voice. But she eyed the Satan-Pixie for a few moments of silence, before frowning just a little with realization–as though Clarity had smacked her in the face. Then she snickered, “I never thought about it. I can sympathize with Satan–That’s something you don’t see every day.”

Then she simply let the second part of the conversation drop. When children dare, you ignore them–When Satan does it, you also ignore it since you probably don’t intend to dispute with the Devil. “Besides. You keep my Shoulder warm.”

“You’d be surprised how many actually can, but are too blinded by society and their own religion to see it or accept it.” He scuffed, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes rolled and then rested against her neck with a happy rumble. “Good. As I should.”

He seemed pleased with this as his head glanced around. “However I wish to see the world outside, not just in this room on this table.” Still posh as ever, despite being small. That is Satan for you.

#V: Smol Satan #summermiko

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Meet with the Devil (enemyofassiah)

enemyofassiah

wayward-innocent:

That thought sent shivers down her spine but deep down she knew it. She knew he could kill her.

“I know that fully well. I understand you can kill me and I want to thank you for not killing me this entire time. To answer your question, I am scared. I am terrified but at the same time fascinated. I will not bother lying. However I must disagree with you on your point from before.”

She stated calmly. She took a deep breath, almost giving herself a moment to recompose.

“It is true that we are fragile both mentally and physically. We are possibly the stupidest beings on this planet. But we are tenacious too. We seek the truth and as humans, some of us want to push ourselves to the limits in what ever field we choose, I am no different. Perhaps we have no answers for what we seek and it may be hundreds or thousands of years until we find a clue about what some of us are searching for. But do NOT underestimate us.”

Her voice was gentle but had a firm tone. Even if it was just her searching, she wouldn’t stop looking into the supernatural. Demons, magic, what ever knowledge she shouldn’t get her hands on. Yunneth wanted to know and felt like she could succeed. Even if some demon god believed otherwise.

Satan chuckled to himself at her bravery, or was it stupidity? “You are a strange one that is for sure.” The male clad in blue flames eyed her before stepped back and out of her personal space. Something new that he hadn’t given her during their whole encounter.

“Hmm...I think I’ll observe you. You’re an interesting human.” He mused to himself and let out a cackle before roughly patting her on the end. The flames would burn, but she’d feel the warmth and any rain that had hit her head was immediately dry. Like she’d just blow dried her hair.

“Now tell me little miss. If you’re so curious about this, do you not understand the risk you take by coming to run down locations day in and day out? You could very well get killed!” He seemed to delight in this fact as much as he found her interesting. “I wonder if you’ll ever be possessed by a demon?”

#waywardinnocent #IT TOOK FOREVER TO FIND THIS

enemyofassiah

♔ (no I'm not Anoning this because I want you TO KNOW WHO MADE THE SATANS SMOL AHAHHA)

THREE INCH TALL SATAN“….I hate all of you.”

enemyofassiah

summermiko:

She couldn’t help but continue chuckling. Oh how she could explain it! Gathering up her phone, she brought up an image of a person with an angel version and devil version of themselves. “People use this to describe on a visual level–the struggles between good and evil in your mind… It’s kind of how my brain works. You have the animal part of my brain I call Mangle. Then you have the Monster, or the Demon. And then you have the Human. It’s…How my spirit processes being a Chimera. My DNA wasn’t given to me by normal means. So therefore…Everything was injected into a blank slate.”

Summer paused for a moment, her brown orbs growing a little distant. “I have this reoccurring nightmare where the Demon side and the Human side are like…Fighting and ripping me apart as a little girl. And Mangle is like…Sitting on my shoulder and trying to calm me. It’s funny. He perches on the shoulder you took to, too.”

He listened to this, and eyed the visual aid idly before chuckling to himself. Though something flared inside him. “That sounds like how my mental state will pull between sanity and insanity.” He commented to himself and chuckled once more.

“However that is my shoulder, I have claimed it.” He retorted with that factual tone of voice as he regarded her. Almost as if asking if there was a problem with his declaration. Almost daring it.

#V: Smol Satan #summermiko

summermiko:

“No but old habits die hard.” Came the wincing pain when Yukio-Satan pretty much began dragging her away. The tall female eventually gathered enough walking pace to trot after him. “Rather you just don’t want to be bothered with stomping ants right now? You are…Satan, after all.” Mikki knew well, and could only fathom how much power Satan had within a finger nail.

Satan hummed idly at this, regarding her briefly before he glanced around looking for a good place to drag her away from. “Hm. How interesting.” He murmured to himself, tilting his head to one side.

“Still. It’d be boring to stomp on an ant like you...especially when something is at stake.”

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im-a-bitch-so-what

Gates of Hell

enemyofassiah

im-a-bitch-so-what:

She was taken back by how soft he sounded. It didn’t exactly fit in with her image of Satan. Then again, the Greek Orthodox Church was mainly all ‘Satan evil, God good, sin and you go to Hell’. She gave a small chuckle.

“I am a bit cold, so I’d appreciate you warming up my charming new home. Anyway, my first question is what is this place exactly?”

He paused in this before chuckling to himself, blue flames sputtering brighter as heat filtered in and around the area for her. “Well, it’s a natural formed cave that leads to hell.” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. There was no reason to lie, she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to now. “The gates of the underworld are very fragile. So humans need to natural stay away...”

Then he grinned. “You don’t like to listen to warnings do you?”

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catsidhekuro:

If Satan kept on petting the kitty, he was going to start purring. To try and distract himself, Kuro decided to try and get a conversation going again. “So… Do you have any plans to like take over Assiah or something?”

Kuro was getting lot’s of pets his way. As Satan seemed to enjoy the other’s soft fur. It wasn’t a situation he could easily find himself in. At the other’s question however...