son of satan

foes were conquered and the truth faced. the world will go on. you will endure.

[hllstorm]

ft. ofstrdust:

“ this is koda ! you can pet him , i promise ! he might be like a small bear but he’s more like a giant teddy bear than anything ! “

   “ sorry, kid.  me && animals don’t really get along. ”  he backs away a half-step from the animal, trying to be a little respectful.  he suspects it’s the lingering smell of demonic that sets them off. 

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ft. mcnsora:

                      “shadows do tend to follow you, though. that’s sorta how they work.” sora shrugged, not even looking up from her notebook. it was a habit she had, not looking at peopple when she talks to them… she hoped it would help end the conversation quickly, but it never had

   yeah, no.  daimon’s way too invested in spooky shit to let it go at that.  “ no kidding, ” daimon says, lacing his fingers together in his lap and waiting expectantly.  “ you sound like you’ve got some more insight. ”

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ft. hcllcaats:

    “ swoon !! who swooned over you ?? don’t barge into my place and start lying. it’s rude. ” she shuts the door with her foot, apparently resigned to daimon’s presence despite the months she’s spent wondering how to approach him. this isn’t what she anticipated, but, in all honesty, it should have been what she expected. “ there’s nothing charming about someone who has one shirt to their name. people might think you don’t know how to do laundry properly, daimon. it’s a real turn off. ” 

    for the record, the more daimon talks, the more evident it is that hellnerd, for all it’s simplicity, is really just timeless. besides, if the shoe fits, right ?? he’s a total nerd. “ a little rain never dampens this cat’s parade. ” she responds, tossing her coat to the side as she passes daimon and heads into kitchen. “ i’m trying to stay away from the whole freeloading thing these days, but i’ll keep that on the table as an offer to clean out your food if that’s what it comes to. ”

    “ who swooned over me ?? ” daimon repeats incredulously.  he scratches his temple like he’s thinking and then points to patsy.  “ if i’m remembering right, i think you swooned over me once or twice.  you really, really loved my very sexy cape. ”  it was either the cape or the bad hair, daimon’s absolutely certain about it.  he opts for falling onto her couch instead of following into the kitchen.  

it only takes a moment to get plenty comfy.  “ i think you’re mixing your metaphors, pats.  parades and cats, hm ??  either way -- what’s mine is yours, and all that nonsense.  including whatever’s in my pantry. ”  nonsense, okay.  sure, daimon.  

[astroverted]

Daimon Hellstrom appears in Falcon #4.

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ft. hcllcaats:

     is there not a superhero clause for that ?? something like til death do us part until the dead inevitably come back to life thing ?? now that’s an idea to take to the bank. “ far from scary in my book. i’m just saying margaret in 2b might think otherwise. ” then again, with daimon’s natural aversion to shirts and her neighbor’s nosy ogling, there might yet be a chance for patsy to keep her apartment. 

     “ mangy !! ” she retorts immediately, “ i’ll take the alley over anyone calling me mangy. ” or jen – jen wouldn’t do this to her. “ that a new line you’re trying out, hellnerd ?? because i gotta say, you’ve lost your touch and you didn’t have that much charm to spare anyway. ” this part is easy. this part has always been easy with daimon. for now, patsy holds on to that and allows the smile on her face to grow into an easy girn.

   oh, and she thinks she’s soooo clever.  ‘ hellnerd ’ is stale, and patsy can come up with better.  maybe.  daimon invites himself in, slides past her and into her home.  “ i ooze charm, and you know it !! ” daimon retorts, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction.  he scratches idly at his chest, fingers on the edge of his odd birthmark.  “ once upon a time, this hellnerd used to make ladies swoon. ”  

yeah, this part is easy.  being a very handsome thorn in patsy’s side comes easy as breathing to him.  that’s the part that doesn’t change no matter how much they have.  everything else is a minefield he doesn’t know how to navigate.  tact and finesse are not qualities daimon possesses.  “ cute alley cat though you may be, what are you gonna do when it rains ?? ”

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ft. strngetales:

letting out a frustrated HUFF of air , gabriel shifted in his seat and was quiet for a moment before grumbling , ❝ — alright , i’m only gonna say this ONCE , understand ? ❞ he raised an eyebrow at the INNOCENT BYSTANDER , ❝ i’ll get you a free coffee , on the house , if you can give me a seven-letter word for colds that last a long time .. ❞ the man looked up at them expectantly , pencil hovering over the new york times’ sunday CROSSWORD PUZZLE .

    well !! holy shit && shove daimon right in it.  it’s goddamn doctor strange, clear as day.  daimon knows that face anywhere, no matter what name he’s using.  the total lack of recognition makes daimon think this is one of those ashes to ashes, dust to dust situations.  so he just hangs on to the familiar pat on the back he wants to give.  “ oh, fuck if i know.  my vocab’s never been anything special.  but i’ll sure as hell google it for the free coffee. ”

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ft. ofhcwk:

        lucky snoozed on top of his feet- clint could’ve easily moved the lazy pup but the man was comfortable as well. he sat on the bench with a slice of pepperoni in one hand, a lukewarm slice of cheese next to him waiting to be next. the man may have seemed at ease but his eyes still tracked other people throughout the park, keeping tabs in the way shield had trained him to- it was a part of his brain that he could never shut off. 

      “ if you want to sit, i’ll move the slice, but there’s no way goldielocks is moving before he’s good and ready to, “ he shifted to look at the person who had seemed to be approaching the bench, senses on alert. 

there’s an awkward pause while daimon doesn’t know what to -- uh, say.  part of him is half-hoping that maybe hawkeye died and came back without his memories.  that would make daimon’s interactions with him a little less awkward.  daimon eyes the dog mistrustfully ( animals don’t generally like him, it’s like they can smell something on him ), and then clears his throat.  “ nah, i don’t need to sit, man.  how’s it hanging ?? ”

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ft. hcllcaats:

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    “ you know, i get the whole flair for dramatics thing, but one of these days you have to learn to call ahead of the whole appearing in smoke and ash bit. ” ‘course, there were no scorch marks on the carpet so – small victories. right now, she’ll take what she can get because this is a little awkward. it shouldn’t be, right ?? it’s daimon. they were married. they are married, technically. what’s a few months of radio silence on patsy’s end to change that. “ there’s a little old lady across the hall. you’re gonna scare her half to death and then i’m gonna be kicked to the streets like a common alley cat. ”

   just technically speaking, daimon’s pretty sure they’re not married anymore.  the till death do us part caveat is pretty damning in their line of work.  and, you know, things have been a little awkward.  he hasn’t gotten around to popping the question again, sue him.  “ you think i’m scary ?? ” he asks, waves his hand to help dissipate the last of the smoke he brought with him.  ( scary, no.  dramatic? yes. )  “ s’too bad you don’t have someone willing to take in a cat as mangy as you if you get kicked out. ” the joke being, of course, that daimon would build her a castle tomorrow ?? 

[hllstorm]

     long is the way and hard, that 

out of hell leads up to light.

let’s be clear here, first and foremost, daimon hellstrom is a hero !!  his inception was as a hero.  his story has always been one of fate vs. free will.  the impact of daimon’s story came from him being a hero despite his nature.  marvel likes to forget that, but it’s the truth.  his first real stint as a hero was with the defenders, and that’s always where his fondest memories lie. 

daimon lived with his mother and father for some years, but his mother was driven to insanity when she realized who and what his father was.  --- side note, daimon’s title is frequently son of satan, but there’s a lot of contradiction as to whether he’s the son of the actual, biblical satan or whether that’s just a title for grand demons in hell.  as daimon stands now, he does not consider himself the son of the Actual Biblical Satan, but he has no trouble throwing the name around if he thinks it’ll earn him some street cred. 

after his mother learned about her husband’s true nature, she was driven mad.  daimon’s father disappeared, taking his sister with him, and daimon was raised in an orphanage on earth.  being out from his father’s influence, daimon pursued a career as a religious official, but was eventually drawn to the defenders.  with them, he found a way to channel the ‘gifts’ his parentage granted him.

while with the defenders, daimon met his wife-to-be, patsy walker.  they fell in love, and the rest is history.  or, it should have been.  marvel is run entirely by idiots who dont like to let married couples be happy, so they went through some stupid shit that ruined the hellbabe marriage.  alex and i have tweaked the circumstances of that.  but essentially, to save daimon’s life after he made a stupid decision to get rid of his demon-soul, patsy made a deal with his father.  but, you know, when satan’s your dad, sometimes he pulls a few dick moves.  essentially, patsy was driven insane by satan, but daimon’s life was saved.  he took care of her until she finally died, persuaded to commit suicide by a demon.  

daimon pulled some seriously slimy shit to get patsy back.  around the time patsy died, so did bobbi morse, and daimon tricked clint barton into resurrecting patsy instead of bobbi.  

i know i’ve been very emphatic that daimon is a hero, and he is, but that’s not to say that it’s been an easy process.  daimon struggles constantly with a darker side.  it’s canon for marvel that all sorcerers/sorceresses pay a certain price when they perform great feats of magic, and for daimon, that means that the human half of his soul is weakened for stretches of time.  it makes it harder for him to behave as a hero, as well as to control his appearance.

as for the nastier sides of daimon : he’s known to have a quick temper, and when he goes off, he goes off bad.  

ya boi is a born liar.  he’s the son of the Great Liar.  he lies and deceives as easy as he breathes.  he just tries not to.

daimon has no idea what a goddamn shirt is.  his superhero outfit is usually just pants and his big ol pentagram birthmark.  daimon, getting ready to go be a defender: “this is more of a tit out look”

sooooo dramatic.  he’s dramatic as hell.  he has no inside voice.  he’s generally super annoying.  his laugh??? super creepy, that’s just canon.

daimon currently operates as a ‘hell-lord’, meaning he’s the ruler of a small kingdom of hell while on a break from the superhero gig.

also -- one time daimon was helping dr strange and the avengers save the world and when he thought he failed, he like started crying??? thats how much daimon loves the world and being a hero???? he loves the world, and he’s spent his whole life fighting for it, and marvel can eat the fattest part of my ass for suggesting otherwise.