Summary: The stumps on Lucifer's wings have become full fledged wings once more. You were not aware that they just do that. And rather than just instantly ripping them out, Lucifer invites you to touch them.
(Ough been a while since my brain's been willing to write for anything. I feel rustyyyyyyy. Have this tender piece! Enjoy!)
“So they just… pop out? Completely recovered?”
“They do.”
“That…” you scratched the back of your neck, “that sucks.” No point in trying to put it delicately. That straight up sucks.
“I wanted this, so there’s no need for pity.”
“…of course you do.” You pinched the bridge of your nose because what were you expecting? Every angel you’ve ever seen, in and off the battlefield, have this weird… preference, almost, for self-punishment. Penance, as you’ve heard it called. Built into the very foundation of their worship. Hurting themselves because that’s what it means to be faithful, apparently.
Punish yourself enough and you’ll finally be on the right path. You’ll finally be rewarded. And you’ll finally be forgiven.
But you’re not thousands of years old. Nor are you nigh-impossible to kill. And you’ve been around Lucifer long enough to know that all of this comes with the package of befriending him. They’re not your wings, nor do you really know of the full scope of his baggage, so you can’t exactly ask him to stop.
Besides, it’s not really pity. You’re just baffled, at the extent of which angels, and all that grew up with them, are willing to hurt themselves. Is it just built into their being or was it encouraged?
Or… does it just not matter to them?
“Well, you’re gonna rip them out, right?” Because you’ve only ever seen your friend with those stumps bleeding. You kinda just assumed that they were eternally like that, and not that they regrow back spontaneously.
Lucifer made a noise that you knew to be confirmation.
His wings twitched and it made you aware of just how large those feathers of his are, wide and voluminous things that they were. Lucifer was barely waking up and it showed in the minute lag of his responses. In the lazy shuffling and light stretching of his limbs and wings.
It felt weird, witnessing just how at ease Lucifer is with moving his wings when he’s inevitably going to rip them out again. And again, until he finally decides to stop. Also doesn’t help that you’re just used to those bleeding stumps of his. As bad as that is, you have debated asking him if you can just… rip out that one curving bone that just sticks out of him. But you didn’t say anything, cause that’s not your bone.
You got up from your chair, place directly across from Lucifer in this protected greenhouse. “Alrighty, don’t let me stop you.” You’ll probably get Gamigin to get some towels or something. Or run a bath cause it’s going to get bloody. Unless Lucifer’s also the kind to let it all dry into a crusty mess like you’ve seen a lot of other devils do after a battle. Though in his case it would probably be out of a sheer lack of energy. Probably.
“You’re not curious?”
“Hmm? About what?” You were halfway into your jacket.
Lucifer was sitting up straighter, right on the edge of his seat, like he was going to get up to trail after you. He opened his wings wide, feathers barely missing the ground, nearly overtaking his side of this little greenhouse. “My wings.”
“Well, sure. What about it?” Is he…?
“You can feel them.” Not a single twitch to be found, in his voice or face. Said it with the same air he has when giving you his half of his overabundant breakfast. Well, more like pushed it towards you, but still. It applies.
Because his feathers were brushing against your forearms, exposed to the air after you rolled your sleeves up. Back and forth, back and forth, oh so gently. Almost as if he’s testing the waters.
“I… don’t think I’ll mind.” Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, aimed at your arms, your hands, and then you finally got it.
“Alrighty then. Why not? It’s not like I got anywhere to be.” You’re going to go along with it, naturally. Your friend’s trying to poke a hole in this bubble of his. Figure out where his comfort begins and ends, see if anything’s changed at all. And he’s trusting you enough to do that little experiment, even if he’s going about it in a roundabout way.
“Do as you please.” Settling his left wing on your arm, Lucifer tipped his head back and closed his eyes. Seemingly nonchalant, but you know that he’s keeping his senses open.
First thing you did was strum down his primary feathers, like you were walking through a street of wind chimes just waiting to be played with. They bent back, the vane parting in thin strips but blended back into place just as quickly with a subtle shiver. It was minute, but you caught the momentary pause in Lucifer’s breath. The slight lifting of his chest but nothing screamed danger.
And so you walked in a bit, let your fingers play around with the layer above his lowest feathers. Here, the warm of his body, of the shoulders of his wings was clear. Lucifer wasn’t a devil that ran hot. Body temperature was always a little on the cool side, probably on the account of all the blood he’s losing on a daily basis. Even with all the time he spends basking in the sun’s rays, he barely hotter than a tepid glass of water. You parted the layers, let your fingers tap on the quills just because you could, and hummed when Lucifer stretched his wing out some more. Not quite ramrod straight but getting there.
Your friend was still sitting perfectly still, face to the skies and soaking in the sunlight, like his wings were simply acting on their own.
Step by step, you walked down, palm feeling over the muscles twitching beneath all the soft plumage, barely putting any weight into it. You keep a careful eye on Lucifer’s neck, shoulders and hands. Waiting for any kind of change, for any tension that’s liable to snap and make Lucifer want to crawl inwards into his skin.
The tightness was there, but only in ripples. Slight jumps, but the closer you get, the more spaced out they were. Lucifer hasn’t fully relaxed, not with that ghost of a frown, but he’s not about to jump out of his seat to get away.
Finally, you were in front of him. Between his legs and completely covering his sun. Lucifer opened his eyes just as you laid your hands on his most intimate feathers. You tugged his after-feathers, just a light one, and you saw a hint of his teeth bite into his bottom lip.
You pulled back with a smile. “Reached your limit, huh?”
Lucifer took a deep breath in, and breathed out on your shirt. He hummed with a nod.
“Okay then.” You shrugged your shoulder and made to back off, but you spotted Lucifer lifting his hands. He placed them above your wrists, then caressed upwards, smoothing his palms over your skin. His fingers slid inside your rolled up sleeves and he gripped the back of your arms. “Hmm.”
Lucifer lingered on your face, the tight corners his lips finally relaxing. He pulled you in and embraced you with both his arms and wings.
Okay so I've already talked about what sins the Siblings would be aligned with they're not really important for now
In Angelification au
Backstory is that after the death of their parents the siblings were gonna seperated among relatives cause no one wanted all 3 kids nor could look after all 3 but Riona basically fought tooth and nail to keep him and his siblings together, choosing to quit his education to look after his siblings
Later on catching the eyes of exorcist due to that fact the supernatural and stuff are drawn to the siblings due to their blood line.
Even when they were young, the siblings could see devils and stuff but ignored them thinking it was some boogyman sorta stuff.
So Riona is trained as an exorcist/priest despite not being religious because it pays good to risk his life and it pays for his sibling's lives.
Yuki completes their education unlike Riona, funded by Riona and Yun’s education is also funded by Riona, the three set into a new normal, with Riona working almost constantly and Yuki picking up the slack and helping around by opening an at home clinic.
Yun's the only one not working or being “useful” their lack of magic is another sore spot which does create a bit of distance.
Then while on a job, Riona gets a call from Yun explaining how Yuki has gone missing and basically abandons his work to go find Yuki because he basically only lives for his siblings at this point.
He enters the crime scene, it's a mess of blood and white feathers he doesn't know from where.
Riona kinda breaks, getting violent as he spends weeks, months looking for Yuki, the type of angry that motivated you to carry knuckleduster and a gun around.
So the initial meeting with the Angel is “messy” and Satan eventually finds Riona and the whole whisked into Hell thing happens with a bit of manipulation of saying that Yuki was probably taken (not killed) by the angels and it's enough to motivate Riona to get involved.
This version of the story has Riona more teeth and bite, he's a lot more willing to get down to the grit needed to get his sibling back.
Which means he doesn't quite bond with the devils and any fondness he shows is either brief or a fake mask to motivate the devils to do better against the Angels.
Luckily Yuki is alive
Unfortunately Yuki would be the one to be Angelified first.
I haven't figured out the of the timeline of events
But I did work out how the 3 siblings would be once Angelified
Yun would be called the Thorned and their angel form would make them look malnourished as their spine is split open into teeth and a long bony tail, the edges of the split being full of feathers and wings, they're usually hunched over like a creature and also move like one.
Yuki would be called the Voice Less, they look more ethereal but that's only cause they have wings covering their face, they resemble a lamb but once their wings pull back it reveals that like a mantis or spider, they have mandibles and the wings themselves are basically pseudo mandibles where the feathers are sharp and grab things
Riona befittingly is called the Brood, he is large and has a centaur lower half from the waist down that is draconic but with lots of feathers and stuff.
Riona moves very slowly and also despite his large size, doesn't attack
Whenever Heaven attacks Hell, Riona usually lands at the highest point of the current Region and watches Yuki and Yun tear into everyone, following them and only growing aggressive when either of them are actually in danger, the under half of his body, the underbelly of you will, has a mouth of jagged teeth hidden under the feathers, that open up.
Riona has definitely kidnapped people, Angels and devils.
All three siblings have Teeth Motifs due to their Sins
Riona has Lust and Wrath, I think of it as something like Devour of all that Feel
Yuki is Gluttony and Sloth, They devour for the sake of eating, just because they can.
Yun is Envy and Pride, The Devour of Hopes and Dreams
There is a lot more details but this is getting too bulky so I'm gonna end this here
Another neat detail I have is that Ra-On does exist in the same universe as the trio
Since Riona was never supposed to fully replace Ra-On
I like the messy dynamic between the two descendents with such similar stories yet such different coping mechanisms
-Dante Anon
Ough sorry for the late reply, got distracted by putting on a new theme for the blog because the old theme wasn't working the way I wanted it to.
Here's how it looks. Had a lot of fun messing around with it, and I will probably continue messing around with it if I see anything that bothers me but for now, this be the look!
Anywaaaays.
Oh poor Riona, being forced to grow up way too fast for the sake of the younger ones, alongside the fact that not many wanted to respect the kiddos wishes of wanting to stay together. That'll do a number on a person, usually without them knowing.
I actually have a number of priest-like characters just floating around in my brain matter. Haven't placed them in their own custom world just yet but I will eventually.
Seeing supernatural shit all the time, imagine if they're prone to sleep paralysis episodes and see the sleep paralysis demons and also just shrug those off. Or they see the manifestation of their dead parents shadow just off in the corner, unable to move, unable to help. Lots of trauma buttons to potentially pick at.
Riona and Yuki sound like a pair of incredibly competent individuals, tempered by the fact that they had to be this way as a result of their circumstances. Which also chains into Yun's number of sore spots. The feeling of stagnation is a difficult feeling to live with. That much I know.
Ah Riona, you're gonna get put through the wringer, huh? When a creature can't lie, they have to get creative with their words and implications. It's always fun, having to keep that little rule in the back of one's head.
And just when things were about to go his way, the angelification starts. Wuh-oh.
In game mechanics, I'm justing imagining the angelified angels as this big raid boss, complete with multiple phases as their health goes down. Damage Yuki and Yun enough and you get Riona to enter a classic rage mode that both beefs up the attack and increases the damage he takes. Each sibling has a different effect going on that can really screw you over if you're not fast enough to take care of it. Yuki probably cuts down the attack speed of the units while Yun's slows down the charging time of skills. They cannot be ignored so best to take them down first.
Better be prepared for Riona though, he will hit like a truck if you're not beefing up the defenses or dodges. If you manage to get both siblings down within a certain time frame, you'll get a decent amount of stun before the anger mode sets in on the angelified Riona.
Oh Ra-on, the mess you are. It's always fun to see what's going to happen next!
Thank you for sharing this with me, even when I take so long to reply!
Can't believe I haven't been here a while and the first thing I say when I get back here is Ocs, sorry
So I was doing Riona up which inevitably got me back into this fandom slightly, not particularly the fandom but this blog.
I wrote a split story to the Sibling Trios story if you wanna hear that, it's mostly set more into Angelification au and involves the entire thing taking place in Whb instead of the siblings being in different universes.
I also assigned the siblings sins cause why not.
Riona very obviously for some reason stands to me that he would be ironically Wrath and Lust, mostly Wrath though.
Yuki was the hardest for me to assign sins to for some reason, maybe cause they're made after the Obey Me MC and also the sins I assigned them fit the other two more but Yuki ended up with Gluttony and maybe Sloth.
Yun was also easy, they as the youngest are embodied by Pride and Envy.
But yeah I was working out a lot of stuff for the ocs for some reasons and finally wrote some stuff down on what the Trio did after the death of their parents.
Anyways
How have you been?
So much shit has happened not necessarily to me but stuff have happened in the last 2 months and oml am I tired
- Dante Anon
A story set in the Angelification AU??? Hoho tell me more! I don't mind, people talking about their OCs and their creations and stories. It gets my feet kicking cause "people want to yap about their stuff?? with me??? Yes!" Just an instant flood of the good chemicals.
Nothing has been happening to me for the past year and I too feel tired. Lack of stimuli does things to a person. And a body. My joints have not been loving me and unless I sit a certain way at my desk, it gets my elbow pulsing with a dull pain. Also got bitten by three mosquitos and my skeeter syndrome has me wracked with a need to itch but caaaan't.
So please, distract me with the story you have cooking up, I am very curious!
Cause why not? Same frame and facial structure but Uniel keeps his hair tied back in a high tail and probably has some clean facial hair, haven’t really decided yet.
Uniel has complicated thoughts about his younger twin.
He thinks him…ignorant, blind to anything but that light he holds so closely.
His younger brother is the more famous one for basically embodying the ideals of heaven. Of being the “perfect role model” for all the other younger angels to aspire to. And there’s much to be said about what it means to be an ideal, a reachable ideal, compared to the kind of ideal that Lucifer and the Seraphim represent. Lucifer and the Seraphim are, specifically, the idols of worship, and anyone that attempts to be like them are committing a blasphemous sin. They are sacred and you cannot touch upon them, the best you can be is to be a loyal servant.
Which is why the angels latched onto Usiel as much as they did.
Heaven is a very messed up place and to end up being called an ideal says a lot. So, yes, Usiel is a compassionate angel that always adopted those that lost their parents, but he’s also the same compassionate angel that brought his children to war. Because he sees this war as a divine right, a holy and sacred act to be dedicated to their missing god and the Seraphim.
He didn’t discourage it, if anything, he’s proud that his children would want to fight by his side. This war, this taking of lives does not ring wrong to him, and he does not doubt his Seraphim.
This is where he and Uniel differ. Uniel wants nothing more than for this war to end, for Heaven to just stop. Uniel has his own children, or at least has wards that he protects and he does not want them in war. He doesn’t even want them to pick up a weapon if he can help it. He wants them to stay in Heaven, explore the place and get to know an age of peace that was robbed from both him and Usiel.
“Loyalty. That’s what made up the base of his being. Blind loyalty that sows ignorance in both himself and of his children.”
“If there is one thing I can never forgive him for, it’s teaching his children that war will always be their future.”
“I walked in Paradise Lost before, bought sweet bread from the gnarled hands of an old demon. Danced to a duet between devil and angel. I can’t replicate the recipe, and the lyrics of that song have long since faded from memory.”
Anyway I want the end result to be that he takes Lemiel’s head. Shaved his face, let down his hair and let Lemiel believe that this was his Godfather back from the dead, or at least a specter that has refused to visit him until now, and now he’s here to finally give him comfort.
Cruel, yes, but Lemiel doesn’t know him like Uniel does. Lemiel wants approval, wants forgiveness, wants so badly for his vengeance to be something he can be proud of. He embraces Uniel.
And Uniel says “All of this, for my sake? You tore apart the minds of my children, for my sake?”
That kind of thing.
Anyway, at the moment, he’s currently hiding out in Paradise Lost, one of the gardeners of the greenhouse Lucifer and the Embittered Companion like to hang out in. He’s a quiet presence and will not say a word and even goes out of his way to say anything. If he feels that someone is approaching, he’ll simply bow and move out of the way and into the shadows. Probably in a devil disguise.
Lucifer knows he’s an angel, he knows that he sneaks off to do who knows what but doesn’t say a thing. Turns a blind eye to it, basically, while Uniel goes off and sneaks into Heaven with the explicit purpose of smuggling as many deserters out as possible. Many of said deserters tend to be young, children usually.
And the excuse given about the presence of devil children when there haven’t been any in a while is “they’re from a clan that’s been cursed with extremely slow growth.”
As to what his relationship would be like with the Companion... yeah I have no clue what would be the most interesting or fun.
And that’s all on the brain. I might have more in there somewhere but I need to be asked or poked about it. This mass of gray matter has trouble jump-starting itself sometimes.
Whb doesn't really have a grip on my anymore so I've just lingered
I've also haven't been obsessed with Twst either rn so I've just been in a purgatory of not hyper fixating on nothing
-Dante Anon
You and me both buddy, and when I do end up fixating on something, I end up in a whole different realm of creative paralysis. It is hell. I have simple OC ideas but don't have the motivation to develop them further.
I feel stuck in tiiiiime!
Right now I'm just trying to see how I can fit Usiel into my custom Embittered Companion narrative cause I like how he looks too much. I cannot help my love for long haired and muscled peeps. It's all just vague, unformed thoughts. Nothing I can really grasp.
The simplest solution would be to just give Usiel the classic "he 'died' but actually he survived and has amnesia and has made a whole different life for himself," because my brain is fixated on the idea of him being a farmer? Or a gardener? Just someone that grows life and nurtures it. And slap those denim booty shorts onto him, checkered shirt and straw hat, for my entertainment.
And then my brain stops there, until someone pokes it with a random question and suddenly I am a machine.
Embittered Companion slowly and unintentionally amassing a group of wayward angels that it causes tension with the other kings, such as Beelzebub implying that they might turn traitor, or open up an opportunity for angels invade whatever place the Companion is in.
If I got Beelzebub's vibes right, he really only said an impulsive thought out loud and isn't going to do much other than just wait and watch. Doesn't actually think the Companion is going betray Hell, but he's also aware that their loyalty isn't entirely with the kings. And he will admit he got a bit of a bitter taste in his mouth when Lucifer ended up being the devil the Companion relaxes around the most.
He just thinks they might be too naive, too trusting.
(Dude has a skewed view on the Companion basically, while thinking there's something special and strong about my Ra-on. Biaaaaaaased little fuck.)
I hope you feel well soon. Feel free to spill your thoughts.
How were the brownies? Were they good?
Haven't caught up with WHB in a while. The Gaap story sounds crazy, though.
They've released new cards. Did you see them already?🪽
Ough, was suffering a headache from eyestrain but I'm good! Headache's gone!
Anyway, the brownies were nice. Might cut back on the sugar a little bit because I really want that dark chocolate taste.
More under the cut, I ramble about the Embittered Companion and what their opinions on Solomon would be.
The Gaap story isn't all that crazy, it's kinda chill in comparison actually, and gets boring when it brings in the MC cause they gotta fuck him by the end of the day. Like, that's clearly the goal. And I can't help but think how, when the Companion finds out that in order for a devil to be part of the 72 echelon, they have to make a contract with someone related to Solomon via fucking, how much that would just warp their opinion on Solomon.
An entire structure of power, of class of devils, decided by Solomon back when he was alive. Of course he would only pick the most beautiful devils to bind and hoard for himself like fucking playing cards. Of course he'd only give benefits to the devils that catch his attention. Of course the consequences don't hit him until after Solomon dies. If he died peacefully, then that's another layer of selfishness to be examined. Had all this time to undo everything just so the devils don't stay stuck to his ties, but doesn't because he wasn't thinking of the consequences. Put it all out of his mind and shut it out under the excuse that he has other things to worry about. He'll get back to it, eventually. Eeeeeventually. Oops he died, sowwy!
Though, that's assuming he died a natural death and wasn't suddenly murdered or died of a very quick disease.
Anyway...
The profound selfishness just embedded within devil culture itself, that is quite literally stifling the devils' ability to govern themselves and fight back against the angels is juicy. And I have to utilize it. Really does put into perspective what they mean when they say they "love selfish people." They met a human so selfish that he's guaranteeing that they'll slowly die a quiet death once he's gone.
Initial opinions were mostly neutral for the Companion, if a little annoyed that their friend was given some responsibility by the ghost of a long dead human. Eventually that sours when Solomon took over Ra-on's body for a little bit just to talk with some of the devils. The Companion is sharp, they would know the instant Solomon is in there.
And finally, when they understand how devils are picked to be nobles, and the whole ceremony that goes behind it, it would go to downright disgust. A devil can only rise through the ranks by being hot?! And if you're not hot, then you'll never be anything more than a regular devil citizen, a lackey to the other 72. And you will be locked out of those ranks if you don't want to fuck Solomon or his descendants. No benefits for you, you sexless freak!!!
"Devils are fucking dumb and Solomon's a piece of shit." Would be the opinion afterwards. Because, come on, the devil kings are the ones that allowed and enforced this structure to be in place. The 72 devils could've been just a random smattering of devil all over the place that lead their own lives, but nope, the kings keep them all close at hand, and had given them some kind of political power, further ensuring that "only the strong can rule the weak" structure they have going on that constantly leads to the devils almost always starting a war.
It's all very unfair to the Companion and they will make it known. Just, so many selfish decisions made by both parties that leads to this colossal mess that they and Ra-on are dragged in. They have a right to be pissed about it all.
I have seen the new cards! I am... I don't like how muscular they made Leviathan. His smooth body was pretty nice and a trait that kinda set him apart from everyone else. Boo...
Laying in bed. Trapped by too many fantasies and a deep need to talk to someone without worrying about being overbearing and needing said someone to engage with me back.
Oh and I'm making brownies.
And thinking about Gaap side story and how it's a liiiiiittle fucked up that Solomon tied himself so tightly into the culture of the devils that they're basically sitting ducks, fated to be in stagnation unless one of his descendants is there. Which is a very shit expectation to place upon his children. You know, fun things to think about.
Ooh what if companion was the one who started to sprout a pair of cat ears n tail? I think their reaction would be pretty funny lol
The ears and tail sprout in the middle of making fun of Satan for his own cat ears and tail, and they go "don't. Say. A fucking. Thing."
Of course, Satan won't shut up and he starts cackling like a witch and receives a face-full of chair. Or whatever furniture the Companion can grab. See, this is why Satan has taken such a shine to them. They're so funny!
"I... I wanna touch," so says Ra-on, and feels his entire existence shrink down to a little pin-point under the force of the Companion's glare. "I'm... sorry.
"If this is somehow your fault, you're gonna be."
I can imagine that, through out the day, Satan's tail tries to wrap around the Companion's tail and their ears go flat every time before kicking him in the side. Distance you touchy motherfucker. Satan knows what he's doing, purposefully indulging in all the cat instincts just to mess with the Companion. Acts cute to get them irritated. Because he wants them to bite. Their teeth have never been sharper and he wants to know!
Best day of his life, that's for sure. You know, besides the day he was first bitten by the Companion.
So how we feeling about the new valentines day event
Companion would probably laugh at the cat ears, which would make Ra-on scramble to cover his drool cause "oh shit you're laughing, it's not supposed to be hot," and pretend he wasn't about to pounce on cat Satan. You know, classic social mirroring.
And then Companion hit him right in the head with a "hey, is your dick barbed?" Assuming this is post Companion becoming amiable with everyone.
What did the devs do this time? How did their attempts to write him in an "interesting" way flop right in their faces this time?
Anyway, lemme get some of my headcanon thoughts of Asmondeus in.
If they wanted to write him in an interesting way, the devs could've easily explored how despite all of the other devil king's disgust towards him, they can't deny that they indulge in his domain. Indulging in lust, and that, in and of itself, gives Asmondeus power. And the other devil kings don't want to admit it, so they try to hide that behind layers of disgust and disinterest.
In a weird way, that would imply Asmondeus is the closest to being a devil king, because literally every other devil down in Hell bump uglies any chance they can get. He is lust personified and it is inescapable no matter where you go. Doesn't mean that would be the right choice, but the advantage can't be ignored.
Oh yeah but all the devil kings also hold "kingly pride" in some way, don't they? Yeah no wonder Lucifer and Asmondeus are sorta isolated from the main group, at least socially. No one wants to admit how strong their domains influence the others, so gotta kick them out.
But no, we can't have that, that implies that the devil kings aren't all TOP DOGS and that would overcomplicate the situation in an actual interesting way.
Anyways, I'm not implying that Asmondeus is the most powerful at the moment, it's a rock-paper-scissors type of situation. Leviathan constantly holding anger as a result of his envy, Mammon indulging in sloth as a result of all his wealth that he can just use, you know, that kind of thing. All influenced by each other in one way or another.
I had a sore throat and had to drink lots of water and had some lozenges
-Dante Anon
And a happy new year to you too!
The sickness has luckily passed very quickly, just hacking up some mucus. Also! I have found a new kitten! After three days of getting it to trust me! Real small kitten too. Now to just get it adjusted to my other cats, which will take a while. Probably. I can't tell with this creature, she is adjusting shockingly quick. Day one in my house and she's already sleeping on my leg.
Summary: Something about your teeth that just pops into Bailey's head. You're not even here and they haunt him, but he isn't a fool. He knows you hate him and he hates you in turn. And, one of these days, you'll try and rip him apart, like you do all the others that try and take what they can from you.
(Yeah I played the game, don't interact with it if you can't handle any form of noncon stuff. It's the game main bread and butter. And since this is an adult game, I'm going to assume anyone that interacts with this post is an adult. You have been warned.
Funnily enough, no warnings to be had here other than Bailey having violent fantasies. And Reader being written by me, to those that know me. Making my own little version of the world in my brain as we speak, cause I gotta add in my own special little preferences and character padding via headcanons. Tis fun, tis fun.)
You have teeth. It’s the weirdest thing Bailey focuses on. Not your mouth, not the strength that threads and coils your body, not even your voice that speaks with that annoying steadiness as if you thought yourself anything but a nobody. No, it’s your teeth that gets him, that enters his brain like an unwanted parasite.
He knows the different angles of your teeth, of the blood drenched in them when you inevitably sink them into whatever unlucky fuck decided to try and get a hand on you. You don’t scream, you don’t call for help or look to anyone with wet eyes because you don’t think to do so. You just know you have teeth, and so you use them.
Bailey’s seen you rip flesh before. Like a wild, rabid animal that he got straight from the woods. But wild animals have voices. They howl, they scream and they growl. They make themselves known, slot their existence into the weaker minds of others with noise. But you? You let your teeth speak for you, let your hands talk a brutal tune, and let your eyes sing their apathy.
Sometimes, Bailey wonders if you remember any of the people you’ve scarred and taken chunks out of. He’s seen the way you’ve run your tongue over your teeth, the way you click them together near Robin’s ear just to scare him. You probably don’t. Why would you? As far as Bailey knows, they don’t matter to you so long as they leave you alone.
And if they don’t, you always turn those teeth right towards the throat.
It’s kinda funny to him that you somehow never killed anyone. At the same time, he wanted to barge into your room and wrap his hands around your throat. Or perhaps tie you up and toss you into the nearest police station because he knows those pigs hate you. But, that ain’t gonna lead anywhere besides more money leaking out of his pockets when you inevitably beat your way out.
Money, and probably his blood too. You don’t like him. You don’t like many things to be honest, hard to please little shit that you are, but you especially don’t like him, and Bailey’s content to keep it that way because why would he care? What matters is that the public think him decent. Not a saint, not a miracle worker, but decent enough. Kindly enough to be ignored, to turn a blind eye to because he likes nothing more than to count his every growing pile of notes.
That’s all he should care about, but when he’s in the middle of flicking through another week’s worth of notes, your teeth inevitably always flash by his head. Canines sinking into reaching fingers, snapping off the delicate joints with the ease of carrot sticks. Made Bailey’s own fingers ache and suddenly he can’t concentrate on his beloved numbers anymore.
…why sugarcoat it at all? Give you one bad day, one stupid idiot muttering his name like you were some empty-headed doll, and you’ll come right into his office and take all his fingers. Like he’d let you, but the idea would never leave and you wouldn’t stop. Not for anything, and he isn’t about to empty his own pockets just to sick someone on you. Get an extra goon just for you.
He’s not afraid of you and you’re not anything special. But you are trouble, and that Bailey is familiar with.
…he could get someone to bust your teeth, and have someone else pay extra to get a gummy, bloody blowjob. He could collect your teeth and have them plated in gold, arrange them in some fucked up sculpture to sell. At least then he could extract some worth from you after years of leeching off of him.
Bills fluttered from his hand and onto the floor with the weight of his sigh. Not today. He’s just too tired.
Went ahead and wrote it cause it kept flipping around in my head. Though the game itself is nothing but explicit, this piece isn't. Have a bunch of little headcanons and character tweaks cause Degrees of Lewdity itself sorely lacks quite a bit, kinda in the same headspace as WHB, in that there's potential but it falls flat or fall wrong. You get what I mean.
Summary: You wake up to Ra-on curled on the floor, after getting knocked out and, apparently, having an entire building crumble on you. You're fine, somehow, but Ra-on's been curled tight by days of worry.
(Decided to handwrite this piece first before transferring it over on the computer. So if the writing style seems different, that's why. Have a PDF of my handwriting and wow, it's legible at least but damn it don't look pretty.)
"How long are you going to stay curled up on the floor?"
It's not the first time you had to eat shit, but this time you were cutting it pretty close. You had a pipe, yes, but there's only so much you can do against flying angels while being surrounded by demons that forget you're there or not as durable as them. Just takes one well placed slam and knock you out.
You can't tell if it's a blessing or not that you weren't conscious when that building fell on you. You didn't feel any pain, so at least there's that, but you're not sure how to feel about that either. You're not gonna lie, it's kinda terrifying that a good enough knock to the head can leave you unaware of everything, even the pain of fractured and broken bones.
And so, here you are, bed-bound and in a better state than you expected to be. A "not-dead" state of being, and a semi-movable one. Just a cast on one leg and a couple of cold compresses being pressed against your ribs. Hurts to move but the limbs are responding so at least nothing happened to your nerves. Hurts to breathe but you are breathing period. Not the worst situation to be in, but that's hardly a comfort to anyone, let alone you.
…let alone you and your friend, curled up on the carpet laid out against the wall farthest from you. Ra-on's been there for a while. You've had moments where you drifted in and out, probably high on meds, and Ra-on was always there. And if you knew him as well as you do, then he hasn't left this room for anything besides to use the bathroom.
This, too, was also not the first time. Ra-on's been rooted to one spot before. It's gotten…better, in the sense he's gotten number and number to these paranoia spirals. His stomach no longer lurches when anyone approaches and it's easier to coax him away from the spot he's picked. Still, there was a time where every little cold or sprain you or Minhyeok would get would lock Ra-on inside his own brain. Ra-on didn't care if he collapsed from hunger or popped multiple blood vessels from jacking it too much, but if any of you two had a fever, he'd park himself right in the hallway between your two rooms. Like a dog, wanting to come in but waiting for some kind of signal, a signal only he would see, that everything's going to be okay.
…no, that's kinda rude. Can't be saying that to a person that's losing sleep over you. Ra-on's now awake, curled tightly into a ball, dressed in his old clothing from earth that he's learned to repair recently. He barely looks lucid. When he heard your voice, he scrambled behind himself, picking up pillows, cold compresses, water, and a number of medications. But he couldn't carry it all, and kept dropping them again and again. Can barely keep a steady grip on them, let alone his own balance.
So, you let your arm flop over the bed. Your fingers skimmed the clean floor before you snapped them. Ra-on jerked at attention and finally dropped everything back down. He turned to you, eyes haunted and shrouded by the heavy weight of worry, hunger, thirst and insomnia. His clothes practically swallowed him, made his whole frame look wiry, frail.
The memories grip you sometimes. Of Ra-on stuffing himself in corners of tight closets, or in the little spaces underneath beds while hugging tightly to blankets his parents used to use.
You didn't mumble, but you did make a noise. Come on, your hands free.
Ra-on was slow. He crawled forth, inch by inch with the caution of an animal that doesn't know if what he sees is real or not.
You don't know how you looked. You could be the picture of recovering health for all you know but Ra-on would still think you're at death's door. Probably thinks you still are.
What a silly friend I've got, you thought, just as Ra-on slid his hand against your own. Trembling, afraid and nearly sick with it. You can tell and you couldn't help yourself. You huffed a laugh and that was enough for Ra-on to grip your hand and press it tight against his forehead with a shuddering sigh.
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