I DELETED MY OTHER PINNED POST BY ACCIDENT ARE YOU KIDDING ME
Hiiiii I'm Jeff! I go by any pronouns I really 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊. Anyway I'm a self taught artist with too many OC's. I like to make visual novels in my free time!!
I'll mainly post my art (fanart or my OC's), stuff relating to my games, maybe short stories I wrote, blah blah, and useless stuff you should just ignore.
Things I like (right now): Jujutsu Kaisen (upsettingly), Bungo Stray Dogs, the Persona Franchise, Pokemon
A request (kinda) for my broski @goomy88 who made me play MWII. We can agree that Ghost is definitely a tsundere. I thought Genshin outfits were detailed, turns out I didn’t know anything yet.
Bonus: practice and prototype
Another part of the story Iʼm calling ‘Angelʼs Sinʼ!!! I am not writing them in order, but rather when inspiration strikes so theyʼre definitely up to my standard... this one can be read stand alone, and doesnʼt mention the other one at all‼️
Itʼs a lot longer than my other one, maybe double the length... might take almost an hour to read? Obviously youʼre not obligated to read it, if it fails to catch your attention in the first few paragraphs, by all means keep scrolling...
If youʼve read ‘Not Made To Be The Way They Areʼ know that this oneeee…. is set WAY WAY WAYYY before it happened.
CW: Abuse, some potentially painful descriptions of gore, subjective views of demons, perhaps other things you might find disturbing,,,,
Summary: Lad runs away cause life sucks only to find life doesn’t suck that bad.
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Run. Run. Run.
Run run run run run run.
Thatʼs all he had to do. If he could just run... if he could just keep running... he could get away. He could be free from this life. That human wouldnʼt kill him. That much the demon was sure of. After all, if he was dead, who would be left to drag back into the fields...? Every human could only summon one demon in their lives. Just one. Every human could only make a contract with one demon. Only one.
He was the only one.
Surely his Master would just release the contract rather than punish him for breaching it... if anything, his Master breached it first by refusing to feed him, and let him rest. Scraps did not count as a meal.
The demon just had to run.
He didnʼt know where to, exactly, but he knew he had to go. His feet ached, they felt heavier with every step. Almost like lead. They felt as if they could buckle beneath him at any given moment. It made sense, heʼd been feeling weaker and weaker day by day. He knew he didnʼt have the energy for this, but he also knew he had no choice if he wanted a chance at living.
The four punctures that had skewered from his back and through his stomach had long since begun to go numb and cold. When they had been inflicted, the pain was agonising. He knew that they werenʼt healing. He knew it was still bleeding, he could feel the sickening fluid as it pulsed over the hand he tried keeping it in with. He couldnʼt heal such severe wounds with the state he was in. He probably wouldnʼt even be able to heal a small scratch.
It wasnʼt good.
He couldnʼt let them catch up. He didnʼt know what theyʼd do to him. Torture him? Cut off his toes? Trim his horns? His tail? Stick toothpicks under his nails, needles in his eye... he didnʼt know. But it could have been anything. He couldnʼt let them catch up. He couldnʼt stand going through it again.
It caught his eyes: a flash of interest, of hope crossing their crimson depths for the first time in a decade. A wall, a shabby one, but a wall. Nestled on the horizon, amongst wild flowers in the green fields.
Even in the night he could see it so clearly. Heʼd heard there was a village rising up in the emptiness. Mere whispers and rumours. A sinful place, the humans had called it. One that was a disgrace to civilisation. To humankind.
A village for monsters.
A village for him.
He had just attained his goal. The finish line. That is where he was going. Itʼs where he had to go if he wanted any chance at surviving.
He ignored his lead feet, the way his knees began to cramp, the blood pulsing from his wounds in time with the frantic beat in his chest. The heaviness in his heart was finally lifting for the first time in ages. He could be free here. He could live. He could really live.
He heard the humans behind him, flinching at their sudden cries. They were closer than he had thought. And when they caught up, perhaps-
No. They wouldnʼt catch up. He couldnʼt let them.
“The monster village!” One man squeaked as he too saw the settlement nearing.
“We canʼt go there!” A woman complained loudly, her voice a grating shriek. The demon placed her as the one that filed his horns when their point scared the children. “Theyʼll kill us! The brutes!”
The demon nearly let out a bitter laugh at the womanʼs words, but was stopped by the way he was only barely managing a wheeze through his desperate movements.
“We canʼt let him go!” A harsh, rough voice commanded. It sent a shudder rippling through the demonʼs spine, all the way to the tip of his tail. That was the voice of his Master.
But he was almost there. He could nearly touch the wood of the fence. He could nearly taste a decent meal that he knew would surely come. He was almost free, he was nearly finished with this cursed life. He could nearly feel-
He could feel the way the world swayed, the way his legs finally gave in. He should have figured it would not end the way he wanted. He felt softness of grass beneath his face. His body was cold. His eyes were heavy.
This was it, he thought to himself bitterly, what an appalling life. He resigned himself, hoping that at the very least he would die before they got their dirty hands on him.
His eyes slid shut, world fading into dark. A darkness he had known. A darkness he didnʼt think he could come back from.
****
His eyes had opened again. They snapped wide, darting around suspiciously, looking desperately for the humans that heʼd thought had surely taken him and dragged him back. Back there.
Beneath him, though, he couldnʼt feel the cold dirt floor he was forced to lie on, when he did get the time to sleep. When he looked up, he didnʼt see the wooden beams and tiles that formed the roof of the stable. He saw a flimsy roof of sticks and straw.
The demonʼs blurry eyes struggled to focus. He was disoriented and confused. He was sure heʼd never been to this place before. He hazily remembered where he was headed before passing out...
... could it be the monster village...?
When he turned his head, he found the sight of a bulky blonde man with a bored scowl. He sat nonchalantly on an old-looking chair, red eyes carelessly casting a glance in the demonʼs direction. The demon shot upright at the eye contact, only to let out a ragged gasp at the pain that lanced through his abdomen at the jolt. His injuries had started to hurt again...?
Absently, his hand trailed to where one of them should have been, only to find the coarse fabric of bandages tightly covering it. The demon was confused. Someone had actually taken the time to treat his injury? Why? What for?
“Donʼt move.” A soft, wise voice murmured to him, from a direction he was not watching. The demon‘s head snapped instantly to seek the voiceʼs source. He was met with the concerned gaze of a weathered old lizard woman, with her hands frantically reaching for him.
Working on sheer reflex, the demonʼs arms shot up in defence, parrying the lizardʼs attempts to touch him.
“Goodness.” The lizard huffed, shaking her head, but finally retreating to the wooden table tucked neatly in the corner of the room. “Lie back down. Youʼre safe.”
“Who are you?” The demon snarled, flinching as the blonde manʼs gaze cut in his direction once more, body tensing and brimming with a certain suspicion that the demon was all too familiar with.
“Komodo.” The old lizard sighed. “Calm yourself, boy. He has a right to be afraid.”
The blonde, for a second, did not move. He continued to eye the demon wearily, focused and ready to strike at a momentʼs notice. The demon became increasingly nervous with every second that passed. Had the man decided to strike, the demon knew he could not defend himself.
Much to the his relief, the man averted his gaze with a heavy sigh, releasing the tension in his limbs and wordlessly focusing his blank gaze on another part of the room.
The demon looked back to the old woman. There was a certain weariness in her eyes, closely accompanied by a kindness that made the demon want to drop his guard, but he knew better. He knew that he could never drop his guard.
“Iʼm a doctor.” Said the lizard woman coolly, speaking slowly as if trying to ease a frightened animal.
“And he?” The demon pressed, nodding to the blonde with a scowl.
The doctor paused, taking in a deep breathe that she released in a yawn. She did seem quite tired. “A young fool. Apologies if he scared you. His name is Komodo.”
Komodo grunted, in irritation or perhaps for lack of wanting to say more, at the doctorʼs explanation.
“You were found at the gates.” The doctor continued. “It was him that spotted you, actually. He bought you in. I wasnʼt quite fond of treating a demon, but the Lady insisted.”
The demon paused, the sternness he was trying to keep in his expression cracked slightly at the womanʼs words. He didnʼt expect the man to have bought him in. He was also unsure of who this ‘Ladyʼ was, and why she had cared. He was, however, certainly lucky that she had insisted he be treated.
“Let me meet her.” The demon insisted, attempting to inject a cold, decisive edge to mask the curiosity that had begun to bubble inside him.
“No.” A gruff voice snarled, and the demon looked to see Komodo staring daggers. “You canʼt. We canʼt trust—“
“Boy.” The doctor scolded, silencing the blonde right away.
The demon had thought Komodo a human, but looking closer he could see horns sprouting from his head, and wings from his back. Scaly wings. Perhaps he wasnʼt human. Some kind of dragon kin... or dragonoid. But a monster either way.
Perhaps this really was a safe place, but even so they didnʼt seem too fond of demons.
Nowhere really seems to be.
The doctor let out a breath of air, turning her attention back to the demon. “The Lady is quite compassionate. Iʼm sure sheʼll come to visit after learning youʼve woken up.”
“I see.” Replied the demon, wincing at the pain blooming once more in his side.
“Lie down for now.” Said the doctor, noticing the way the demon faltered.
He laid back wordlessly, looking to the straw and stick ceiling he had woken up to. His eyes slid shut, and he attempted to drift off once more.
****
“Carry them.” The old, pot- bellied man had growled. He looked at the demon with cold, unsympathetic eyes. They were eyes the demon saw from everyone. Everything. Demons were nothing but dogs in the eyes of the humans. Even to other monsters.
“A-all of them...?” The demon had replied nervously, eying the large, heavy sacks of grain as if they were a death sentence. There were many. Too many.
“Did I stutter, Horns?” The man snarled, setting his fork on his plate with a sharp clatter. And the food on that plate, the man could only afford because of the demonʼs work. The work the man should have been doing, but was far to lazy to do that he decided to hire a demon to do it for him.
The demon narrowed his eyes, staring daggers at the man. Though, he seemed completely unfazed and instead set back into his meal. The demon preferred to think of the man more like a goblin, or perhaps a dwarf. But even that seemed too polite a description for him. Perhaps what was more suited was a relatively large piece of sh—
“What the hell are you staring at? On with it! In one trip, be quick about it.” The man snapped, mouth full of half eaten food the demon got a wonderful eyeful of.
He turned away, lip curled in disgust. He glared at the sacks he was expected to carry all the way to the windmill, across the field. In one trip. It was a ridiculous idea.
The demon was, quite frankly, very tired. It hadnʼt received a decent meal since it was summoned, and it hadnʼt had many chances to sleep to make up for it. Only short naps, that never lasted any longer than a half hour. It couldnʼt carry those bags.
“Would it not be better to buy a donkey?” The demon had commented absently. The man scoffed.
“What would I need a donkey for, when I have a dog?” The demonʼs gaze snapped back to meet the manʼs. He did not speak, trying to suppress the anger that had surfaced at the comment.
“Youʼd do best not to look at me like that.” Said the man, and he flashed a smug grin, showing his wonky, yellowed teeth. Teeth the demon would have liked to knock out if given the chance. “Thatʼs if youʼd like to keep those horns of yours.”
****
When the demon next awoke he felt better. Not good, exactly, but at the very least he felt better. He didnʼt bother to look around this time, quite content with only looking up. He couldnʼt remember the last time he was allowed to lie down like this. He was worried it would all be ripped away in the blink of an eye. Heʼd gotten used to things being taken. A demon will always adapt, no matter how distasteful the situation.
“Ahh! Heʼs awake!” A bright, smooth voice cheered from beside him. When the demon turned his head, he was surprised it wasnʼt Komodo that was sitting in the chair by his bedside, but an unfamiliar woman.
“Be careful, My Lady. Heʼs still recovering.” A rougher voice replied. The demon remembered it as the lizard-woman doctor, though he did not bother to check if he was correct.
He was captivated by the woman, who was staring down at him with a warm, kind smile that sparkled in her greyish-pink eyes. They were a strange colour, he noted. What was more jarring was that there was not a hint of cruelty in her gaze. The demon had to squint to make sure it wasnʼt only an illusion.
“My apologies.” The woman said, much quieter this time. She nodded her head solemnly, before fixing her gaze into the demonʼs eyes. She tilted her head curiously.
“I like your eyes,” she declared quite sweetly. “I havenʼt seen black in the whites before. Do all demons have that?”
The demon paused, considering her words. He looked back up to the ceiling, thinking what they could mean. Did they even mean anything? Maybe not. All he knew was that people did not complement him unless they wanted something very specific.
He turned his head away from the woman dismissively. “No, they do not. I believe it depends.” He finally replied roughly.
“Ah, I see.” The woman said in return. Her voice had dropped slightly, losing some of the enthusiasm it had carried before. “I havenʼt met a demon before. Could you tell me your name?”
The demon flicked a glance in the womanʼs direction, before sitting up again. He didnʼt like lying down for too long. He knew it would make it all the more harder for him to get up again. He wasnʼt surprised at the pain that lanced through his middle at the motion. What did surprise him was the way the woman nearly jumped from her seat when he winced.
“Are you alright?” She exclaimed, hands up as if she was going to touch him, but she held them back. Albeit barely, it seemed.
“Fine.” The demon replied tightly. He could ignore the pain. “I donʼt have a name. Normally my master gives me one, but they all give me terrible names.”
The demon flinched at the soft, breathy laugh the woman let out at his words. She flopped back into her chair, regaining the casualty sheʼd had before he moved. “Terrible names? Really? They couldnʼt be so bad.”
“My... err, current Master, I suppose, has decided to name me ‘Hornsʼ.”
“Ah, so they could. But it does suit you.”
The demon looked up at the woman in horror. She only let out another laugh at his expression, leaning cozily against the back of her chair.
“My name is Luna.” She offered.
“Lady Luna.” The Doctor corrected. The demon had nearly forgotten she was there.
“Oh, I told you to stop with the titles.” Luna huffed, puffing put her cheeks much like a child on the verge of throwing a tantrum.
“I told you, itʼs important to have titles. Specifically, if you are important.” The doctor scolded.
“Iʼm not that important.”
“Donʼt be ridiculous, My Lady.” Luna sighed dramatically, throwing her head back, her hand resting on her forehead theatrically. It was an almost amusing display. A grown woman acting just like a child.
As the demon studied her more carefully, he did notice something strange. Or perhaps something normal.
Luna did not have anything distinctly monster about her. She looked quite... human. Her ears did not come into a point, she didnʼt have fangs, her eyes did not have slits. She had no horns, or wings, or a tail. Her hands were delicate, only skin. Her body did not have any unnatural shapes. She was a human? How could that be? Wasnʼt this a monster village...?
The demon suddenly felt sick. He knew why she was so insistent he be helped now. Why she was so kind to him, despite what he was. It was all too familiar. A hollow kindness that came right before a lifetime of cruelty.
All she wanted was to put him to work as well. She was a human... humans are naturally cruel. She would probably make him work without food or rest just as the others did...
He had to get out of here.
He threw the thin blanket off of him, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and bracing himself to get up. The sudden movements hurt, but he gritted his teeth and ignored the pain.
Luna had straightened up in her seat, nervously watching the demonʼs actions. When he tried to stand, she zipped up alongside him. “What are you doing? You need to lie down!” She exclaimed, reaching for his arm to try and steady him.
Before she could touch him, the demon slapped away her hand with a snarl. “I donʼt need your help.”
“What?” She breathed, withdrawing as if burned. “Whatʼs the matter?”
The demon did not answer, steeling himself and rushing for the doorway, the only exit he could see. He was surprisingly fast despite still being injured. The adrenaline of a cornered animal is truly something to behold.
“Goodness! My Lady, you must stop him!” The doctor exclaimed from behind him.
Something touched him. It snaked itʼs way around his chest, and sharply pulled him back into the hut. He kicked, and squirmed, but could not make contact with anything.
When his keen eyes searched for what had dragged him in, he saw Lunaʼs concerned face, and her arm stretching long and seemingly boneless to hold him in place.
Could a human distort their limbs in such a way? He didnʼt think so, but he hadnʼt exactly been thinking very clearly.
“Release me! Release me now!” He shouted, gripping at the arm trying to manoeuvre him back onto the bed.
“Stop that! Just try and relax, weʼre only trying to help you!” Luna hissed, giving up on setting him down gently and instead throwing him onto the bed.
His head hit the cushion roughly, and unbearable pain flaring in his injury, paralysing him momentarily.
“My Lady!” The Doctor cried.
“Oh! Iʼm sorry! He was wriggling and I—“ Lunaʼs frantic voice rang through the hut.
The demonʼs head was spinning. He found all the wind knocked from his lungs at the impact and when he tried regaining it, all he could take in were a few wheezes.
That was it. He knew what would happen. That was why the woman insisted he be treated despite being a wretched demon. Of course, kindness does not exist in this world. Even if it did, it would never be shown to him of all things.
He needed to leave. He needed to get out. He couldnʼt. He couldnʼt move. He was doomed to live the life he had tried so hard to escape all over again.
His breath was ragged, vision blurry as he stared up at the roof. The pain in his abdomen was quietening down, luckily for him. It seemed to be getting better, with how he was allowed to rest. If he had some food, itʼd probably heal completely.
He turned his head, only a little, to see Luna settling back into her chair nervously, concern etched into her expression. “Iʼm sorry.” She breathed, looking away nervously. “I didnʼt mean to hurt you.”
The demon did not respond.
“You said you had a master, didnʼt you?” Luna continued, unfazed by his silence. “Komodo said there were humans chasing after you. Was your master one of them?”
The demon averted his gaze with narrow eyes.
“I see.” Luna breathed, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “They must have been from... was it that farming village nearby? The very small one? They didnʼt seem to have very much money.”
“What does that matter?” The demon growled.
Luna smiled brightly in response. “Nothing. I was just curious.” She looked away, as if considering something. “Will you go back there once youʼve healed?”
“I donʼt want to.” The demon replied harshly.
That was true. He didnʼt want to go back. But he knew the stubborn old mule wouldnʼt release him. Any moment and heʼd probably try to call the demon back to him. “... but the contract is still active.”
Luna tilted her head curiously, furrowing her brows. “How is the contract broken, then?”
The demon eyed her curiously. She certainly asked a lot of questions. But the demon was too tired to think of a lie. “It can only be broken if my Master chooses so, or if he were to die.”
“Simple enough.” Luna beamed, clapping her hands together. “Iʼll be taking my leave, then. I have some matters I must attend. Busy, busy.” With the words, she stood abruptly.
“My Lady, you wonʼt be doing anything... you shouldnʼt be, will you?” The doctor said wearily, eying Luna as she made her way to the exit.
“Of course not. Rest well, Mr. Demon.”
With her leave, the Doctor let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head and going back to prepare whatever concoction she had been putting together. She muttered something under her breath, though the demon could not hear exactly what.
His eyes were already growing heavy once more.
****
A foot pressing into his back, heel digging into the flesh between his shoulder blades. The demon was pinned down and unable to resist. He was too scared to turn his head to look up. Instead, he contented himself with lying face down in the dirt as his Master had wanted.
“You think you can just run away from me? After everything Iʼve done for you...?” The old man snarled, driving his foot harder into the demonʼs back and drawing a wince. “You piece of shit... I must have gotten unlucky to summon a worthless demon like you.”
The clang of metal, scraping across the ground.
The old man had taken the pitchfork left lying against the penʼs wall. The demon had an idea what his Master was going to do with such an item. But he could not resist.
He lay lifelessly, like a doll, waiting for what he knew was coming. For the feeling of the prongs as they dug their way into his abdomen.
Heʼd lived this before. It was only a memory. He knew the pain it would bring, the agony. The demon knew.
****
What he felt instead, was a severing.
Burning and yet freezing at the very same time, it spread its way through his chest, stilling his heart momentarily and snatching the air from his lungs.
He woke in a cold sweat, gasping for breath and clutching at his chest. What followed was a feeling he rarely felt. A sweet sense of freedom. His contract was released.
The demon looked up at the roof of the hut heʼd grown used to, finding the familiar view of the doctor grinding herbs to compile her medicines.
He was trying to catch his breath, and reached up to run a hand through his messy bed head. The light was low, only a lantern on the Doctorʼs table keeping the room from darkness. It was almost serene.
The yellow and orange hues that bathed the ridges and planes of the room bought a strange sense of peace to the demonʼs mind.
Once more, he was nameless. Once more, he was free. But for how long, he wondered.
He averted his gaze when he sighted another familiar face entering the hut, her eyes bright and a smile on her face. Luna turned her head to the bed, to the demon, right away. Her smile widened at the sight of him.
He was free, and that meant one thing. He would be roped into another contract. This woman, he was certain, would be the one to force him into it this time.
After all, it was by her command that he was saved. If they did not want something, a human would never do any good. That was the hard truth the demon had to swallow long ago.
“Good morning. Or perhaps, good night?” Luna hummed, taking a seat on the chair by the demonʼs bedside. She seemed quite pleased with herself, whatever she was thinking.
The demon did not respond, refusing to look at her face.
Luna tilted her head, her smile fading. “How have you been feeling?” She asked, still trying to sound light, but she was clearly somewhat disheartened by the demonʼs lack of response. More so than she had been before.
Good.
“What do you want from me?” The demon nearly snapped. The sudden hostility in his voice made the woman flinch.
“Pardon?” She replied, exasperated. “I want to know whether you are okay. Other than that, I donʼt want anything.”
“Youʼre lying.” The demon responded with a sigh. He looked back at the doctor, who had seemingly decided she would not be a part of the conversation. “Humans donʼt do anything without wanting something.”
“Oh!” Luna gasped, letting out a little giggle. The demonʼs gaze snapped back at her in anger, quietening her down.
She stood, smoothing the fabric of her dress daintily. “Iʼm not a human.” She said, and the demon watched with wide eyes as her face began to crawl and stretch into something else entirely. No, something much too familiar. The demon was looking up at himself.
“Iʼm a shapeshifter.” The demonʼs copy smiled, waving a hand. “Perhaps I should have said so sooner?”
When the demon next blinked, Luna was back to the face she had before. The human face, that had so easily fooled the demon. He hadnʼt met a shapeshifter before. He wasnʼt sure what business one had pretending to be a human, or what business one had saving a demon.
The demon let out a heavy sigh, letting his eyes slide shut. He didnʼt think it would matter very much. Human, shapeshifter, monster, they all saw demonʼs the same way.
“You want to make a contract with me, donʼt you? You want me to serve you?” “I told you, I donʼt want anything.” Luna pouted, crossing her arms.
“You wouldnʼt have helped me otherwise. But you did help me, so I suppose I must...”
“Thatʼs not true. Just because I saved you, doesnʼt mean that I own you.”
The demonʼs brows furrowed as he searched the womanʼs face. He couldnʼt for the life of him discern her motivations. He couldnʼt understand a single thing that was going through her head. Heʼd never heard words like that from someoneʼs mouth in his entire life. Specifically not directed at him.
Her lip curled up in a half smile. “You could go wherever you want. I wonʼt stop you. But at the very least wait until youʼve healed.”
He looked away, focussing on his thumbs, which fumbled with each other in his lap. Was he wrong? Did someone actually decide they wanted to help something like him, just for the sake of it...? It was a ridiculous idea.
“Are you perhaps hungry?” Luna asked politely, after a moment of the demonʼs silence.
“Err... yes, a little.” The demon fumbled, attempting to fix his gaze upon the woman, though every time he met those eyes of hers, he found himself unnerved. Eyes were the windows to the soul, yet he could not define what she was thinking by looking into them.
“Then, Iʼll fetch you something, shall I? What would you like to eat?”
“Well... any scraps left over, I suppose.”
“Scraps? What would you want those for...?”
“I... erm... well, why would you waste the proper food on me...?”
“Do you have taste buds, Mr. Demon?”
“Taste buds...? Why... yes, I do. What would you need to know that for...?”
“In that case, it wouldnʼt be a waste to give you good food.”
“Itʼs...”
“Wonderful.” Luna cut off, clasping her hands together with a sweet smile. She rose to her feet, walking towards the curtains obscuring the entrance.
The demon watched her as she went, nearly in awe.
“Quite the strange one, isnʼt she?” The doctor murmured, when Luna had left the hut.
“Yes,” The demon replied breathily. “Quite.”
He was unsure how he could put his thoughts into words, and instead settled on letting them bounce around in his head.
****
Heʼd been waiting, awake, for the Lady to come back. It had only been a few minutes. Heʼd rested his head against the flimsy wall that pushed against one side of the bed he lay in.
He wasnʼt exactly tired anymore, and when he slept, he usually had nightmares. Though, perhaps now that he was out of his contract, they may have calmed down somewhat. He wasnʼt sure. He didnʼt particularly want to take the risk, if he wasnʼt feeling tired.
Heʼd realised, while looking around, that nothing seemed of very good quality in the hut. The walls were flimsy, and so was the roof. The bed he was in may have been relatively comfortable, but had be been any heavier, he would be worried about it breaking.
Though, at least the tools and table that the doctor had been using seemed of some quality. It was almost as if much of this was not permanent. It would make some sense. Perhaps they didnʼt have the time, or the money, or the resources, or the manpower to make permanent, high quality buildings and fixtures quite yet. He hadnʼt heard of the village being around for long, after all.
He wondered if he would be any use to the village. He hadnʼt exactly built anything before, but if he was taught heʼd surely catch on fast. He had to be a quick learner much of his life, after all.
Of course, he could only do that if he made a contract with one of the residents. He had to make a contract with someone soon, though. He could only be free for so long before he would be dragged back into the wretched underworld heʼd only barely scraped his way out of in the first place. If heʼd gone back, he wasnʼt sure heʼd be able to get out again.
No, that wasnʼt an option. He had to make a contract. With anyone. Soon, as well. In the next few days.
As the thoughts crossed his mind, he was suddenly snapped from them with the return of a familiar face.
“Iʼm back! Sorry it took so long... I got caught in a conversation.” Luna announced, looking a little sheepish. She carried two plates, one in each hand.
She placed one diligently on the demonʼs lap, and as he began to wonder what the other was for, she wandered to the doctorʼs table and put it down by the old woman.
“You look tired, you should have a rest.” Luna said to the doctor softly.
“Ah, My Lady, no need to worry for me. I may be old, but I can manage without a nap.” The doctor replied, though she accepted the food graciously.
“When he heals, you will have a rest.” Luna continued to press, drawing a resigned sigh from the doctor.
“Very well.” She finally conceded.
The demon watched the exchange with curious eyes, following Lunaʼs movements like a hawk. She sat on the chair by the bed, the only real spot one could sit in this room, save for the bed and the doctorʼs chair. She crossed her legs neatly and gave the demon a sweet smile before speaking.
“Arenʼt you going to eat?” She asked, looking a little confused.
The demonʼs gaze snapped back to his food. He was hungry. He knew he should eat, but he hesitated all the same.
“It isnʼt poisoned, if thatʼs what youʼre worried about.” Luna sighed.
“Poison could not kill me, anyway.” The demon replied bitterly.
“Then, why hesitate?”
“Because I donʼt understand.”
Luna paused, blinking slowly, taking in the demonʼs words and trying to decipher their meaning. He didnʼt wait for her to piece it together. Of course she couldnʼt understand it.
He shook his head with a resigned sigh. “Never mind.” He mumbled, picking up the round roll that sat on the rim of the plate. It was crisp on the outside, yet when he tore a piece from it he noticed how soft the insides were. It was probably the best thing heʼd eaten in quite a long time. Nothing like the stale, mouldy bread the farmer would give him.
It didnʼt take long for him to eat his serving of what he thought was some kind of curry. It wasnʼt served with rice, but it tasted something like curry... how long had it been since he had something like that? Probably not since the contract he had with...
... an irrelevant train of thought. He dismissed it right away, not wanting the memory of those cold, steely blue eyes to come to the surface.
He felt stronger with his stomach filled. Cautiously, he traced his hand over the bandages, waiting to make contact with one of the punctures... but he did not feel them. It seemed he really did just need some food and sleep to be able to heal it.
As if sensing the demonʼs relief, Luna spoke up. “Better?” She asked, giving him a polite smile.
“Yes.” He said quietly, letting out a little breath.
“How about your Master? Have you heard anything from him?” Luna continued to pry.
The demon felt less snappy after the meal, and decided to answer her. “I believe he terminated the contract. I felt it sever.”
“Ah!” The woman beamed, “thatʼs wonderful. Isnʼt it?”
“I suppose.” The demon mumbled. Yes, it was. But, at the same time, the demon knew he could not be without a master for very long. Any contract he made, he was certain would end up with his suffering. It was nearly apart of the deal. The fine print he had skipped over before coming to the surface. He wasnʼt sure whether it was better than being in that pit. He hadnʼt spent enough time there to compare it. But, undeniably, he was still afraid to go back.
“Something the matter?” Luna asked tentatively, watching the way the demon played with his fingers absently.
“I cannot survive long without a master.” The demon answered. He could survive, of course, but not on the surface. Not without something else to hold his leash.
He could mouth the words the very same time they left Lunaʼs lips.
“Would you like to work for me?”
He knew that it was coming. Heʼd known since the moment heʼd woken up in the hut, that this is what she was after. Did he have a choice? Technically, he did. What was the alternative, though? He could run again, certainly, but how far could he get?
He was lucky his previous master didnʼt know how to call him back. After all, the demon did always stick by his side. This woman, the demon was sure she wouldnʼt let him get away so easily. She could have sent that dragonoid to retrieve him, then force him into a contract. It wouldnʼt work, anyway. He needed a contract.
Would the suffering that came with it be worthwhile? He wasnʼt sure. Why was he even doing this? Did he have a reason in the first place? He wasnʼt sure about that, either.
But, perhaps for this woman it would be different... she had been acting differently to his other masters...
Of course it wouldnʼt be, he was being ridiculous. Everyone is always polite and kind until they get what they want. Then, after that, there would be no reason to.
He couldnʼt stop the feelings that clawed at his chest, the thoughts at war with one another. He couldnʼt ever get his hopes up. Any time he had in the past, theyʼd been destroyed. Such as, the last master he had that fed him well turned out to be the worst of all. He turned out to be a man that the demon would rather forget entirely...
“You... donʼt have to.” Luna said hesitantly, after watching the way the demonʼs expression tightened, the way he fell into silence. “... itʼs your choice.”
He took in a deep breath, letting it out in a heavy sigh. “I canʼt tell if youʼll be like my previous masters. Making me do all kinds of things...”
Luna raised her head slightly, seemingly intrigued by the demonʼs words. “Make you...?”
“Yes.” He answered dully, memories coming back to him in droves. “Once a contract is formed, I cannot disobey orders given to me.”
“I see. It makes sense youʼd be nervous about that.” Luna murmured thoughtfully, raising a hand to her chin in contemplation.
The demon watched her in silence, and startled slightly when she suddenly jolted up, staring at him with nearly sparkling eyes.
“How about this, then?” She began. “I promise you, I wonʼt order you to do anything. Iʼll just ask. That way, if you donʼt want to do it, you can refuse. Does that sound good?”
The demon furrowed his brows. He knew it was a blatant lie. A blatant lie, that would surely never be kept. What would she even get out of keeping such a pointless promise?
But, he couldnʼt think of a better option for himself. What else would he do? Find a desperate human in need of a servant? Another farmer? Another noble? How could he predict all of their cruelty? It was the same as with Luna. He would always be taking a chance, no matter what.
He brushed back his dark hair, attempting to neaten it at least a little... before swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and standing. Luna watched, cocking her head in confusion at the sudden movement.
“Would you mind standing?” The demon asked, crimson eyes locking into her grey ones with a cold sort of calculation.
She obliged him near instantly, shooting up from her sitting position. When she did, the demon extended his hand to her expectantly.
Luna eyes it wearily, before meeting his gaze once more. “Youʼre sure...?” She murmured.
The demon nodded easily. “Yes.” He forced himself to remain cool, watching as she raised a hand to meet his.
It would be like any other contract. It would be over in no time. How long did shapeshifters live, anyway? A little longer than humans, perhaps, but she seemed at least half way through her lifespan already... it would only be a little while. He'd been through many years of hell, what would a few more be?
“Then, I suppose itʼs a deal...” Luna said with a half smile, giving his hand a firm shake.
“Indeed.” Replied the demon. “Ah, but... you must give me a name, or the contract wonʼt be completed.”
“Oh yes! A name...” Luna looked away momentarily, before her polite smile turned into a near grin. “Horns?” She offered cockily.
The demon narrowed his eyes. “You must be joking.”
“I am.”
She said, letting out a little chuckle. She met the demonʼs eyes, staring intently into their depths for moments. Her eyes were scrutinising, analytical, and the demon had to resist the urge to shrink back under her gaze.
He was relieved when she finally broke the silence. “How about Black? Like your eyes.”
“Black...” The demon tested the name, feeling how it rolled off his tongue. Something about the name tasted sweeter than all the others heʼd received. “Then, I suppose it is done.”
Again, they shook hands. More firmly this time, the gesture the signature on the bottom of the paper.
ITS SO OVER CHAT WERE SO COOKED HOW COULD THIS BE NOT MY GOATS IN TBE HAND OF MY MORTAL ENEMIES😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵🫡🫡🫡🫡 ATLUS HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN 🥀💔💔💔💔💔😰😰😰😰😰😭😭😭😭😭😭
Apparently we're not sure what game it's gonna be based on yet, if it's even going to be based off a game. The only thing I can hope is it's not based off a game (then I can pretend it's not real) but if it is idk I guess I'll have to watch it and slander them for it
see if only my dad liked lord of the rings I could use this as a metaphor to get him to FUCKING STOP USING GEN AI but unfortunately LOTR is my mum's thing.
yeah, I’m okay. I’m okay. It’s alright chat. Anyway I drew a lad (one of my lads) but I gotta warn you there’s some blood on there I can’t help myself.
Ooooohhhhooohhhhh oh my god ohhhhhh he’s a demon his name is Black. He’s just SO SERIOUS I torture him a lot but he’s a big boy he can handle it. He’s from Angel’s Sin. I’ve been writing his backstory itll be done sometime I dunno. Yayyy…
just ignore this unless you’re interested I guess,,,
Finally the bookstore got the books in,,, apparently they were texting my mum’s old number instead of her new one (even though she gave them the new one) but oh well I suppose I can overlook this mistake…
The beast artstyle really is gorgeous isn’t it,,,, hhh,,, if only I could draw like that,,,
as of writing this I’m a few pages off of finishing the second volume (I reread the first volume before starting) it’s so good so far holy moly. I can tell you I’m not looking forward to reading the fourth volume (the blue one in case you can’t see the numbers) cause I feel like it’s gonna make me wanna do something WHY DOES HE LOOK SO SAD GAHH 💔💔💔 I HATE THAT BASTARD BUT I DISKDOENDJ GAHHH MY BRAIN SUCKS ITS SO UNFAIR anyway,,,
I’m really proud of it so you get to read it if you so desire. I’m so generous, yes. If you like it umm… don’t be scared to tell me 👉👈🥺
it’s a small part of an overall longer story, but I don’t really think it matters what order you read it in. Especially with the way I wrote this one,,,,
CW: subjective views of angels, murder, martyr maybe, some religion I guess CHRISTIANS BEWARE YOU PROBABLY SHOULD READ THIS IDK THOUGH it isn’t gory though, so that’s something,,,
it’s not really long but it’s relatively long. Idk might take 20 minutes to read (that’s a very rough estimate)
You have been warned…
Angelʼs Sin: Chapter IDFK
-Not Made To Be The Way They Are-
Summary: homie makes a shit decision and doesn’t learn their lesson.
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The angel had been wandering for some time now. Though, it wasnʼt quite sure for how long exactly. It had wandered through forests, through flower filled fields. None of the sights, the sounds, the smells, particularly moving it in any way.
It was looking for something, it realised. Though what exactly continued to elude it.
It wasnʼt quite sure what to do now, after the conversation it had at that monster city. It was quite peculiar for different monsters to live in close quarters like that. It wanted to know how such a thing was possible. That was the only reason it had gone.
The woman it had talked to there was quite an interesting one. She was an eleven woman, or appeared to be at least, though it had its doubts about that being the truth. And despite all of that, the angel found itself jealous of all things towards her. All the mistakes she had made in her life, lies sheʼd told, people sheʼd seen beaten and hurt and killed, yet not an ounce of punishment was placed on her. She was met with nothing.
For even something small, the angel would always be punished. No matter the circumstance, the excuse. None of it would be good enough to avoid punishment.
The only thing it could ask was why it was different for this woman. For all the monsters and humans that lived on the solid ground amongst mountains and trees. Why could they make so many mistakes, commit so many sins, and why could they get away with it all so easily?
Thatʼs what the angel was looking for; the realisation dawned on it and it washed away the heavy thoughts it had. It was looking for an answer. Something it could understand, something to stop whatever it could feel happening inside it. The small simmering that had begun near months ago, the seeds of doubt that had begun to take root. Thatʼs all it needed. Something to help it understand. Something that would dismiss those doubts it had as ridiculous.
Its gaze was caught by something that appeared over the horizon as it was lost in thought. Something only small, what looked like a little village. Perhaps a monster settlement, or a human one. The angel was not sure from the distance it was at.
With a goal in mind the angel saw no reason to walk further, and simply got closer instead. It appeared between two shabby buildings, hiding in the shadows as it tucked away its wings and halo, as all angels may if they will it so.
It decided also to tuck away that angelic presence that followed its every move. It didnʼt usually have very much of a reason to hide it, and also quite liked the effect it had on other people… the way they tripped over their own feet to talk with it. The way they were at ease with no words. The way they would scramble to get anything it asked for.
It had thought perhaps it would be better to blend in, so it would not draw unwanted attention. It was a sensible choice on its part, as much as it left a certain sour taste in its mouth.
The angel stepped out from the shadow, into the wide centre street paved with old, uneven stones.
Dusk had long since begun to settle over the land, painting the shabby houses and stores in a soft orange light.
The village was a human one, the angel realised. It passed many humans on their way home before the night took duskʼs place. It saw the storekeepers through windows, packing away their wares and locking their storefronts. Every face it saw was a sickeningly human one, lacking the fascinating variation each of the monster cityʼs residents had.
The angelʼs attention was easily shifted from the boring humans, and caught by a large, ornate building that sat on the end of the long street. The entire town seemed quite poor, lacking in anything that even looked remotely expensive. But that building at the end had large, looming windows filled with stained glass. Intricate patterns etched into the stone walls. It would have been an incredibly expensive building to make. What it was doing in such a poor village was the question the angel pondered as it made its way over.
It paused its march when it saw someone emerge from the large front doors. Doors that were already wide open beckoningly, despite the coming night. Another figure that followed behind the other. A woman and a man.
The woman bowed to the man, and the angel thought she was talking to the him, but it could not read exactly what from such a distance. The man appeared to laugh, waving the woman away before turning back into the building. As he turned, large, white appendages he had attached to his back swayed awkwardly.
Wings?
The woman had begun her walk home. The angel ignored her presence, even as it passed her in the street on its way to the building. That person with wings. That person with wings. That was all the angel could think about. Without even realising so, the angel began running to the ornate building the man had disappeared into once more. Out the front, the angel looked up at the buildingʼs facade and the realisation of what it was finally came to it.
A church.
The angel stepped inside with not a moment of hesitation, eyes settling on the man. The priest of this church. He heard the angelʼs heavy steps on the smooth stone floor, and turned from the alter to gaze upon it. His expression softened into a sweet smile near instantly.
“Ah.” The priest breathed. “I havenʼt seen you here before. Are you a traveler?”
The angel slowed its step until it came to a stop, still metres from the priest. Its expression fell. Upon closer inspection, it seemed those wings were not wings at all. Much closer to kites covered in feathers than anything real. Disappointing, the angel thought to itself. It had actually begun to think there was some species other than human in this small village. But there was something else that begun to plague its mind. Namely, why the priest had decided to wear such painstakingly fake accessories.
The angel lowered its head politely, not quite in a bow but in a quiet address. It had decided it did not yet want to speak to this priest.
He seemed unbothered by the angelʼs silence, eyes crinkling at the edges while his lips pulled up into a kinder smile.
“Then, welcome.” He greeted warmly. “My name is Father Gabriel. Is there anything I can help you with?”
The angelʼs eyes shot up to meet the priestʼs. He looked somewhat amused by its reaction, eyes sliding shut and turning back to the alter momentarily.
“Yes, did the wings not give it away? I am the angel, Gabriel.” The priest said coolly, turning back to meet the angelʼs gaze once more. “You have no reason to be afraid. I am here to help humans like you.”
The real angel was not afraid. It had no reason to be. In fact, the emotion prickling at the edges of its being was quite far from fear. The priest was quite evidently not Gabriel. It had met him before, and this man did not match. The white goose feathers the priest had crudely patched together to create those fake wings was not nearly as magnificent as true angel wings. But that would explain his reason for wearing such a ridiculous thing as fake wings. To lie and cheat everyone into believing him something more than the small being he was.
The angel held its tongue, hands clenching into tight fists at its sides as it resisted the urge to move. It let out a heavy, shaky breathe meant to even out its nerves before it spoke.
“Any why is it youʼd chose to help humans like us, Father Gabriel?” The angel finally managed, though its voice came out tight and forced. The lightness it tried to inject into its tone did not make it through.
The priest smiled once more, holding his hands together neatly against his stomach before responding in an almost rehearsed manor; “It is only my wish to help humans attain perfection like us angels have.”
The angel had to avert his gaze to the ground, focusing on the small cracks between each slab of flooring rather than the prick that had turned to a violent clawing.
It had to force its breaths to remain steady, trying to stop the way its fists had begun to tremble at its sides.
This human had no idea what he was talking about. This lowly, disgusting, liar of a human shamed to be called a priest.
Even angels could not attain perfection. No living being could. No being born into this fragile, imperfect world could ever attain the idea of perfection. It was only an idea. A concept. Constantly out of reach even from the ones that tried so very hard to stretch as tall as they could in hopes to catch it.
The angel out of everyone knew this. Yet this human had no idea.
No idea.
“Do not talk as if you know what perfection is.” The angel nearly snarled, making the priest jump. The sudden intensity in its voice caught him very much off-guard.
“What do you mean?” The priest replied, a false attempt at remaining steady. His voice betrayed just how shaken he was.
“I mean you should not speak of things you do not know. To lie is a sin, I assume you know.”
The priest let out a short, humourless laugh. “You believe that I, an angel, would lie—“
“You are no angel.”
The priest was momentarily silenced by the angelʼs words, but let out a deep sigh. “Of course a human such as you would not understand.”
“Silence.” The angel replied coldly, and at that very moment released the disguise it had packed together so carefully.
Three pairs of white wings. A glowing halo. An overwhelmingly divine presence. The priest had taken it all in at once, and failed to fully process it. He fell back, landing roughly on his bottom, but could not bring himself to care about the pain.
The priest looked up at the divine being—the angel— he had just offended with a certain reverence that could only come with the realisation he had just been bestowed. Yet there was still a bone deep dread at the sight of the angelʼs face as its gaze settled over him.
The priest had realised, though not completely, that he had just made a grave mistake.
The rage that danced in the angelʼs pale grey eyes was directed at him. The way the angelʼs hands twitched at its sides, the way its pure white feathers once neat and kept began to bristle— that was all directed at the priest.
He swallowed heavily, mouth opening to speak and falling shut almost right away. He needed time to formulate a proper response.
The angel did not give that time.
Its lips curled upwards into a nettled, twisted smile that did not reach its cold, darkened eyes. “Itʼs unfortunate.” The angelʼs voice rumbled, now low and dangerous. “You didnʼt quite play the role right. You see, us angels… we arenʼt as perfect as you think we are.”
It raised its arm, a movement that was almost graceful. Perhaps any action taken by such a being could be expressed as beautiful and seamless.
“… for example, I have quite the temper.” The angel finished, eyes narrowing in on the priest with nothing short of disgust.
The priest could not see what came next for him exactly, blinded by a white light that erupted from the angelʼs palm.
The angel saw the exact moment the light left the priestʼs eyes. The exact moment his body fell back lifelessly, false wings pressed beneath his back unevenly in a way that may have been painful, if the priest was still alive to feel it.
Something other than disgust washed over the angelʼs face in that moment. Something far from disgust, in fact. A true, wicked smile played on its lips, something akin to elation sparkling in its eyes.
It had just killed—no, cleansed— a sinful, wretched liar. A stain on the society its father had worked so hard to create. It had done something worthy of praise, something that should be remembered.
Something it wanted to do again. And again.
Perhaps that is what those imperfect beings are for. Those beings made to lie and cheat and sin. They are made to be cleansed. To be examples for all other beings —
Oww.
A sting. A burn. A strange tingling was spreading its way up the angelʼs arm, forcing it from its internal monologue. Its body tensed and yet, mercifully, the sensation did not make it further than its elbow.
It was alien. The angel had not experienced anything quite like it before. It was unpleasant, it wished for it to leave right away, but the sting was persistent and stayed no matter how much the angel stared at its palm.
Eventually, the angel gave in, accepting the sensation. It turned its back on the corpse it just created, coldly, wordlessly, showing no remorse for its actions. Yet something gnawed at the corner of its being. Perhaps its angelic nature that had always insisted that killing was wrong.
The angel pushed that nature down as far as it may go, knowing full well that it will find its way back to the surface.
It stepped out from the church, relishing the silence of the night and the symphony of crickets that broke it. This world was a dark and unfair one, a truth the angel wasnʼt entirely prepared to accept, but perhaps there was something else that it could do. Something that it could find.
“You werenʼt supposed to do that.” A cold, calculating voice snapped, so suddenly, with no warning, that it startled the angel. But it knew the source of the voice without even looking. “That man was not supposed to die for another…”
“Did you not see what it was he was doing? Wearing fake wings, pretending to be one of us.” The angel nearly snapped, barely turning his head to see the other angel leaning nonchalantly against the brick of the church “Fooling all the other humans into playing into his lies that he was perfect and divine.”
“I know what he was doing. But it does not matter. That man was not meant to—“
“But he was a liar, and lying is a sin.”
“Lying is also a trait that is inherently human. Do you not understand? It is their nature to lie.”
“To lie is what a demon does. A sinful, low demon that is the bane of our very existence!”
“And that is why humans are the sources of demons. Do you not understand? It is their—“
“I donʼt care if it is their nature or not, beings like that… why? Why are they allowed to make mistakes? To sin? No, why is it even their very purpose? And why is it we are punished for even the smallest mistakes? Told off, shattered and broken and torn apart in the most brutal and painful ways…”
“Because we werenʼt created to be flawed.”
“But nothing is created with the ability to attain perfection. Anything imperfect will always make mistakes.”
“Then perhaps we were also made to be punished. Perhaps He needed something to regularly take His anger out on, and chose us.”
“Then we were set up to fail? From the moment we were created?”
“It certainly seems that way, does it not? But if that is what He wishes, then it is our mission to comply.”
“I will not comply with something so ridiculous.”
“Then it will be you who is… what did you say? Shattered and broken and torn apart in the most brutal of ways.”
“……”
“I will not tell the others of your infraction, but do not let it happen again. To kill is my assignment. Not yours.”
“……”
“Youʼre lucky you were even given the ability to use the Angelʼs Judgement. It was made for self defence, you know. Make sure that is all you use it for from now on, [redacted].”
“Azrael…”
“What is it…?”
“… nothing, donʼt worry yourself.”
Azrael looked back at the angel, suspicion clouding his eyes, before turning away without another word. And in a snap he was gone.
The angel stood alone in the night, beneath the pale sheen of moonlight that reflected in its white hair. The crickets had since fallen silent, leaving only the quiet howl of the wind as it blew past the old buildings.
Sure enough the angelʼs nature had resurfaced, making its stomach twist into tight, guilt-ridden knots.
It knew it should not kill again. It did not want to.
Ok no you don't understand because that guy without the face, he's literally been in my village for ages and he hasn't fell in love with anyone. I have introduced him to EVERYONE (except pops) and it was getting to the point that I wondered if I'd made him uninterested? ATSUSHI BSD fell in love with him. I got that Cutscene between them where the guy lost somethin, and Atsushi came along and found it. And somehow that guy WORMED his way out of getting the feelings. Monokuma was his best friend basically as soon as I added Monokuma, so I bought him over when the guy tripped (ok yeah the guy doesn't actually have a name hence I'm referring to him vaguely) AND NO, APPARENTLY HE CAN GET FEELINGS FOR A HOMICIDAL BEAR THAT TORTURES KIDS AS A HOBBY.
Ok no you don't understand because that guy without the face, he's literally been in my village for ages and he hasn't fell in love with anyone. I have introduced him to EVERYONE (except pops) and it was getting to the point that I wondered if I'd made him uninterested? ATSUSHI BSD fell in love with him. I got that Cutscene between them where the guy lost somethin, and Atsushi came along and found it. And somehow that guy WORMED his way out of getting the feelings. Monokuma was his best friend basically as soon as I added Monokuma, so I bought him over when the guy tripped (ok yeah the guy doesn't actually have a name hence I'm referring to him vaguely) AND NO, APPARENTLY HE CAN GET FEELINGS FOR A HOMICIDAL BEAR THAT TORTURES KIDS AS A HOBBY.
Coughing Babies, imagine you’re a famous baseball player and are about to bat the winning hit. Accidentally, the pitcher tosses a Hydrogen Bomb at you. Would you still hit the bomb out of the stadium and win millions, or will you let everyone die?
I convinced my mum to watch Puella Shoujo Madoka Magica with me. She trusts my opinion of shows because I got her to watch Mob Psycho 💯 and she really liked it. I told my mum Madoka was “a magical girl anime, like sailor moon.” Knowing well she likes sailor moon teehee… anyway when we watch it I’ll follow up.
99% of conversations between me and bro (listen to it to the end pleeeease)
bruh we watched like the first 6 episodes but she did not react the whole time she was giving Kyubei dirty looks and expected he was up to no good, then guessed Mami was going to die and just said "haaaaa I told you" THERES STILL WORSE THINGS HOPEFULLY I GET A DECENT REACTION FROM THEM (I honestly feel ripped off chat gahhhhh)
