Where the line between Pain and Pleasure blurs

~A Cookie For Your Thoughts~

Lucifer had nothing else to say and the sudden realization of his communication cycle with the fire demon was akin to a hard slap to his face. It always starts of as a normal conversation and things always gets heated and he would throw a huge temper, it happens all the time without fail. Even when getting angry and irate at Nysrock was never in their agenda. The Devil Arm steeled himself in the other’s arm, upset and agitated. Nothing ever goes his way.

It never crossed Lucifer’s mind that Nysrock was a living being, with his own feelings and aspirations. To him, what’s important was the demon was his; his to play with, his to love, his to scold and his to do whatever he please. Which in most human standards were quite atrocious to think of, but not him. The concept of a spoilt devil child never occurred to him as no one else drilled in his head otherwise, hence his problem with most of everyone around him.

A part of him wanted to believe that the fire demon would return – though without bearing his mark. But a bigger part of him was more concern about his fellow Arm. “Why him?” the sudden question popped from his mouth.

Why Rudra?

Was the wind demon any better than him? Better than anyone else for that matter? If it was to another noble demon or a fairly stronger one, he would understand. But to take his own mark off and he was assuming that it would be replaced by the bluenette’s one? What was the logic behind it? So why?

Maybe Rudra can give Nysrock something he cant?

“So… Rudra is able to give you babies?”

He tightened his hold around the frail body in his arms, making sure he was keeping Lucifer against him, keeping him warm, keeping him safe. Trying to keep the pain at bay yet aware of hurting them both. As he rested his cheek against the weapon’s head, buried in the crook of his neck, he remembered how happy he had felt, for the first time in ages, when he had realized he belonged to the one he loved; he remembered that incredible, blissfull feeling when Lucifer had licked the freshly printed mark; he remembered that none of those things was rightfully his, and let out a deep sigh.

“Why him? I don’t know, Lucey. If I asked you why Beowulf, could you really explain? It’s… Just the way I feel…”

Well, that would certainly not help the Devil Child understand what was going on, but Nysrock himself was not quite sure he did. The only thing he knew for sure was that he was freeloading on someone else’s love while he had some of his own, given to him and returned. The mark he used to bear so proudly appeared to him in all of its vileness, its absurdity; looking at it felt like keeping a beautiful, precious stolen diamond. Its beauty would warm his heart up, but the guilt that came with every glance at it just made him sick.

If he had more or less expected the weapon’s first question, the second, however, completely caught him by surprise. He could not help but let out a chuckle, and place a tender kiss on top of the small devil’s head. For reasons unknown, Lucifer had always been concerned with Nysrock’s hypothetical wish for paternity and the fact that he, Lucifer, could not fulfil said wish.

Kids…

“Of course he can’t, Lucey,” he explained softly, halfway between whisper and purring. “Had I wanted babies, I would mate with a female, right? It has nothing to do with it… nor with you. You are perfect the way you are, and the fact that I began to love him does not mean that I stopped loving you. This will never happen. Never ever,” he promised, fully aware of the value of his word. During his long life, he had never broken an oath.

Never, ever.

"I could.” The Devil Arm replied the demon. He could list a whole roll of scripture on why he was with Beowulf. But then again that would be post rationalizing their relationship. What started as a silly confrontation between them had grown into this unidentifiable monster of feelings, physical need, ownership and co-dependency between each other. They were two opposites that make a whole. Not the best combination in other people’s eye but it was adequate and perfect for both of them. “At the least, Beowulf completes me. He’s the stronger force that suppresses what I am because someone /really/ needs to pull me back down when I start throwing a major one. And I’m sure you know that first hand.” He huffed, remembering the times when he started giving into his fit and unlike the other Devil Arm that would stop him; Nissy just lets him shred him to pieces. And that was incredibly unhealthy.

When Rudra’s inability to give spawns to the fire demon was confirmed, Lucifer scrunched his face in much disapproval. “I don’t know what’s under those pants. I’ve been having trouble determining who’s a girl and who’s a boy for the longest time. So unless someone tells me or I’m able to see their crotch, I really wouldn’t know.” He grunted. Well, it was official. He just needs to discretely get rid of the wind scimitar.

Nysrock doesn’t need to know. There must be a way to get rid of Devil Arms. Perhaps later he should consult Mundus in it.

In all honesty, he wasn’t sure how had the wind demon danced into the picture. What more, he couldn’t understand how he had so easily waltz through Nysrock’s door and stole his heart. That was rather unfair. Nysrock was his. Like, all of him. And he really didn’t want that cheap ‘I love you like a friend’ nonsense. He wanted the demon’s full devotion, need, desperation, hurt, anger. All his. And knowing that he can’t return all of them was the juice that he was feeding on, an unseen but effective control on his part.

There was a sick pleasure that he derived from all this and thanks to the bluenette, there were no more for him to feed from. Great.

Lucifer sat on the demon’s lap, having lost whatever ability to speak. There was no use at this point of time; Nysrock was totally blinded by his fellow weapon’s charm that nothing was able to fish him back out of it. It was hard for him to swallow, but sooner rather than later, he would need to accept the fact he had lost one of his most precious people.

“This suck major balls.” He huffed again and pressed himself deeper against the fire demon taking the larger hand and placed it low on his stomach in a display of childish tantrum. Before long, he looked up and let out a long sigh. There used to be a time when he had the sole privilege of being the special one in Nysrock’s eyes. Knowing the male demon’s deviant interest in his youngish physique, his love for torture and masochistic values – it was a spot he occupied and fulfilled. But that space was quickly being filled by Roxy and Rudra. And that left him with nothing. Where there was no solid anchor to his control, the game was not his.

When the game was not his, so does his confidence in his own existence.

#ofdemonbreed

Torture Ad

[12:00] RedDevil: Yeah. Uhm… don’t worry about Dadd— Mundus. It’s part of a bigger plan so that I can grow up strong and healthy.

[12:11]FireFly: Because torturing me will make you grow up strong and healthy? Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaay… And who’s gonna do it? You and Dadd— Mundus?

[12:20] RedDevil: Don’t question the logic. Ask him, I’m not too sure either. I only know it’ll be fun. I’m going to do it. He’ll… supervise. B]

[12:27]FireFly: For being fun, it’ll be fun… I trust you guys for that. And… Where will it take place?

[01:15]RedDevil: The shop's basement. Oh yeah... not a word about this to Master alright? Or anyone else for that matter. :3

#ofdemonbreed

mujintsurugilucifer replied to your post: *wakes up sneezing and wet* “Wulf? Where are we?”

*starts scratching* “I think this place is dusty too…” :’(

“Eh, sorry babe… I kinda… pissed Dante off…”

“Hmm… Master so petty. Will he feed us?” *sits on and sneezes away from*

“….Tch, fuck this, come on, Kitten,” he growled and scooped him up. “Gettin’ outta here…”

*gets scooped up and clings to neck* “Weird… maybe he was upset that I ate his pants? But they tasted like pizza.” *scratches back on neck*

“Who cares, he’s an ass. We’re going inside.” [/kicks the door repeatedly until it breaks]

#huhuhu =w=#((these two are so comical and cute. ))#ah my wulf is so awesome~

B< "Yeah!" *clings tighter to in case he falls off* "Next time he uses me, Im going to give him rubber duckies instead of swords~" :3

forlornice

↳ mujintsurugilucifer started following you.|❉

Yellow eyes stared cautiously at the red-headed boy before him, slowly narrowing into a glare feeling the demonic force emanating from his body. A demon out in the open like this? That was not a good sign at all. Taking a step back away from the smaller entity, Yori kept his eyes locked on him for any sudden movements. “What is it?” He called out to him from his mind, the sound of his voice firm, yet apprehensive.

Wandering around the plains in the thick snow had the Devil Arm got distracted enough to not realise that he’d entered an unfamiliar place. Frosted flowers were so pretty and he couldn’t help but to follow and pick all of them, rare as they were – before he found a tall figure standing alone about 50 yards away. Yellow orbs seemed to stare at him and it perked Lucifer’s curiosity. “Hey—“ he started but his words halted when a voice boomed in his head. “How did you do that?”

forlornice

He took a quick glance at the object in his hands. Nothing but the flowers kissed with a gentle frost upon their petals. Is that all this little demon was here for? Perhaps using them for some dark spell or poison for another. The ice spirit couldn’t be too careful around such beings and their unpredictable nature, even if they happened to be a little smaller than himself. “That doesn’t matter.” The voice replied. “Why’re you here?”

#forlornice #you look tasty

Lucifer turned his gaze back and forth between the stranger and the flower in his hand. “I was just wandering around and happened to stumble to this pretty place.” He held out the frosty pale flowers at the male before him. “I wonder if they taste good?” he pondered aloud, taking a flower and putting it into his mouth. “I didn’t know there was a demon in this part of the hills. My name’s Lucifer. What’s yours?” he tilted his head, only just noticing the great horns on the other’s head. Magnificent.

Lucifer, Lucifer, where for art thou Lucifer?

-holds out huge bowl of chocolaty cake pops with pink frosting and sprinkles- Where is my little snuggle monster Luci?

*climbs in through tiny space on Amy’s shop’s window and lunges at* “WHAT IS THAT? I could smell it from two blocks away~!!” =w=

-is tackled- LUCI! Oh these? They’re cake pops~ Try one. -holds the bowl out to him- They’re really good.

:3 *snuggles on lap and takes one* “Hmmm… warm here.” *wiggles takes a bite* =w= “Yummy~ They’re cutting my cookie consumption back at the shop. Said I’m growing sideways.” B< “You don’t think so, do you?” *~*

You look like you always do. I think they might be mad because you eat all the cookies is all. -ruffles his hair and hands him the whole bowl- You’re just fine Luci =w=

#sanguevangelo #xthedevilprincex

"Hngg~~" *nuzzles into hand =w= and grabs the bowl before stuffing in more cake pops* "Well, I don't eat their food. So they shouldn't bother with mine~"

#thefirearmsmaker

Al and Luci derping (the muns *cough*)

Lucifer: *cies*

[9:37:13 PM] Lucifer: it's like the word cant make up its mind either to be cries or dies

[9:40:16 PM] Alastor: oh same im sure youll stop liking him soon mmhhhmmm :')

EITHER CRY OR DIE sounds like some badass motto

[9:41:26 PM] Lucifer: Lucifer spanks Al. dont think I no see that sarcasm

[9:41:54 PM] Lucifer: yeah. i like that. *scurries over to put on blog*

[9:42:21 PM] Alastor: is spanking a kink of yours too dfkldhgjdfklgjldfjgldfg

oh m yg od

#midnightthunderdevil

sanguevangelo replied to your post: #no Luci you’re too old to sleep in Mommy and...

((pffttt cookie apocalypse XD))

(( Yes, that would be detrimental to his survival :3 ))

xthedevilprincex replied to your post: #no Luci you’re too old to sleep in Mommy and...

[Mommy Mundus…I like it. 83 Cookie apocalypse though? xDD]

((Mummy better not forget those cookie recipes... BI ))

#no Luci you're too old to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed/SHOT #Mundusismommy//SHOT AGAIN

"There was a cookie apocalypse! Like no one ever remembers it existed. Except me!" ;A;

#sanguevangelo #xthedevilprincex #I'm never too old to sleep with daddy and mummy ;w; *clings to both*

>_> "So... I'm called 'the other' now?"

#summoningswords #;w;

demoninblue

mujintsurugilucifer replied to your post: *nibbles on ear*

*sighs and slumps on* “Nothing fun ever happens anymore… I hate peace…”

“Later perhaps I will take you out demon hunting, if you quit trying to eat me.”

#mujintsurugilucifer #that sounds wrong on so many levels

"Awesome~!" *beams* "But Vergil is tasty. I can't taste anything else but I can taste you~"

"The Blue Butterfly~"

summoningswords0-deactivated201

Oops. The Devil Arm didn’t reply when the question about how Dante would look for them popped up from the half-demon’s mouth. He held Vergil’s hand in his, not letting go and shook his head. “I just like holding on to you. Feel safer that way.” It was true. To affirm Vergil’s presence by touching him was the only way he could assure himself that he was truly there. There were nights that he had nightmares of Vergil, alone in the Underworld tortured and lost; and it gave him cold sweats. He knew it was only a dream, something conjured in his sick little mind and not at all real, but it felt so.

Didn’t make it less scary to him.

He wanted to suggest asking Dante about it. Goofy as he was, sometimes there are things that he unexpectedly thought about that worked. Though obviously, Vergil’s cold shoulder towards the younger twin would definitely deter them from doing anything of that sort. Lucifer pouted and sighed inwardly, how was it possible to hate someone so much that just the mention of their name ticks you off?

He reluctantly let go of Vergil’s hand before being told to do so. The taller male gets irritated easily so, knowing him, it was best to pre-empt his intentions and act accordingly. The Devil Arm trotted over to the side and picked up some pencil and started doodling on the empty manuscripts while the hybrid went to do his reading. A while later, Vergil’s voice echoed in the library, jerking the small weapon out of his task. Lucifer hurried over to his Master at the other end of the room and climbed up his back, peering over his shoulder. “What is it?” :3

“How would Dante know you are here in my presence, Lucifer? He doesn’t, does he?” He had only just noticed that the Devil Arm hadn’t given an answer to him, and quite frankly it annoyed him. Lucifer was his weapon, and when he demanded answers from him, he would get them. He would know what the Devil Arm meant about Dante or otherwise…

“I’ll tell you once you’re off my back. You can’t read this anyway.” He waited until the Devil Arm complied and then went to sit in one of the few remaining chairs of the Library. Noticing Lucifer scribbled on some papers, he sighed. It seemed he really couldn’t take him anywhere.

#summoningswords #what is love? baby dont hurt me. dont hurt me #no more

Lucifer lingered slightly longer on his perch, a small whine and a squirm later to show his reluctance to leave Vergil’s back, he hopped off the half-demon and followed him to the chair before sitting on his lap when the other was settled down. He saw Vergil’s face turned slightly to the scattered books and papers on the other side of the table, and reached up to cup the elder’s face, turning them gently back to face him.

He smiled at Vergil, a tactic to divert the hybrid’s attention from the petty things he did. “I only gave them some moustaches and put cookies on their plate.” So, fine. Not all the papers he drew on were empty pages. But those pictures and diagrams weren’t that important right? He just wanted to make things more interesting for the next reader of the books. “So… what do we have?” he asked, making himself comfortable on Vergil’s lap.

Lucifer, Lucifer, where for art thou Lucifer?

-holds out huge bowl of chocolaty cake pops with pink frosting and sprinkles- Where is my little snuggle monster Luci?

*climbs in through tiny space on Amy’s shop’s window and lunges at* “WHAT IS THAT? I could smell it from two blocks away~!!” =w=

-is tackled- LUCI! Oh these? They’re cake pops~ Try one. -holds the bowl out to him- They’re really good.

:3 *snuggles on lap and takes one* "Hmmm... warm here." *wiggles takes a bite* =w= "Yummy~ They're cutting my cookie consumption back at the shop. Said I'm growing sideways." B< "You don't think so, do you?" *~*

#thefirearmsmaker

mujintsurugilucifer replied to your post: *wakes up sneezing and wet* “Wulf? Where are we?”

*starts scratching* “I think this place is dusty too…” :’(

“Eh, sorry babe… I kinda… pissed Dante off…”

“Hmm… Master so petty. Will he feed us?” *sits on and sneezes away from*

“….Tch, fuck this, come on, Kitten,” he growled and scooped him up. “Gettin’ outta here…”

*gets scooped up and clings to neck* "Weird... maybe he was upset that I ate his pants? But they tasted like pizza." *scratches back on neck*

#=w= luci misses wulf

gooey-nomad

mujintsurugilucifer has found you

Handing the bagel over to Wodahs he giggled. “Uee… I’ve only heard of these dinosareses~” and without a second thought, he tried to push Wodahs to the clearning behind the row of shops. “Let’s have you turn into that over there.” As they walked to the clearing Lucifer tried to remember one that he liked a lot. “Eh, you know the ones with that huge ass teeth, can you change into that?” He wasn’t sure if Sabre Tooth Tigers were dinosaurs, but he’d like to see one anyway.

gooey-nomad

Wodahs looked at the bagel, jumping up and down a bit in happiness. It took the treat happily, beginning to nibble on it as it followed the devil arm’s pushing it into a clearing. The creature ate the bagel in one bite and gulp, gently wiping crumbs off of its face as listened to Lucifer’s request. One with big teeth? There were a lot of dinosareses with big teeth…. but there was a giant cat like one with the biggest teeth. Maybe Lucifer meant that.

Wodahs nodded, setting its notepad and pencil down. It slowly melted down into a puddle of black goo, the puddle bubbling a bit. It slowly rose back up, changing into the form of a saber-toothed tiger; golden and white fur, large golden cat eyes, and especially large teeth. It looked up at the devil arm, letting out a small purr.

Lucifer let out a whistle of appreciation at the big badass looking cat. “Alright, that’s what I’m talking about.” He grinned and reached out to rub behind the purring creature’s ear. He hummed to himself while entertaining a thought. They could do some awesome pranks with this. You know, just riding around town on a HUGE ASS cat. Giving himself a pat on the back at the awesome idea, he walked around Wodah’s new form and pat his back. “Let’s go for a ride~”

gooey-nomad

The creature let out a purr of joy as it relaxed when Lucifer had scratched behind its ears. It nuzzled his hand a little, closing its eyes and relaxing more. It opened its golden eyes and watched as the devil arm walked to its back. The cat nodded and sat down to allow Lucifer to get onto its back.

With a light hop, Lucifer settled himself behind the large cat’s back. “Wow, everything looks better when you’re taller.” He casually commented, while his hands rubbed lovingly against the fur of Wodah’s back. He chuckled a little and leaned down to wrap his arms around Wodah’s neck. “At least you don’t leak black goo like this.” He then nuzzled the transformed creature. “Come on, let’s go to town.” The weapon pointed down the road towards the ice cream stand.

#shadowshifterwodahs

blazing-guardian-deactivated201

Okay, this was getting ridiculous. “What did I tell you about NO backstabbing!?” Lucifer was about to tear his hair out with all this nonsense that he had to deal with. “Why can’t /anyone/ just keep their frigging mouth shut?”

“Look. Just leave it be. Don’t talk for me, about me or to me.” He was getting real upset and wanted cookies.. or maybe someone to cry on. “He might be all nice and shit but it’s no fun and games getting Master angry. Just so you know.”

Agni leaned back, resting his elbows on the step behind him, one eyebrow quirked in vaguely bored surprise.

“Backstabbing would be acting without warning, right? And I’m warning you without even acting. Know your enemies, Lucifer. I am not one of them.”

He let out a deep sigh, and combed his crimson strands backwards between his fingers, raising tired, jaded eyes at the younger weapon.

“I know what it’s like to get Master angry,” he said calmly. “We all know, otherwise we wouldn’t be here. We all got him angry at some point, and none of us wants to go through that again. So yeah, everyone’s going to keep their mouth shut. Including you.”

With a mild smirk, he reached out to take the smaller hand in his, pulling the younger devil closer.

“How about I got you enough cookies to make up for the two days you spent without them?”

Lucifer made a face at the elder weapon. “Well, I wouldn’t go to the extent of saying that you’re my enemy…” he trailed off, reaching up to twist his neck back into the proper place. “But you gotta stand in my shoes and see things from where I stand. NOT LITERALLY. But you know what I mean,” he grunted and reached down to put his kneecaps back into place. Sigh, he’s too fragile. One fall and everything moved out of place.

Lucifer gave a smug grin at Agni when he spoke about their Master. “Hmmm… unlike you guys, I didn’t get ‘beat’ up when we first met. He kinda just picked me up so I really had no idea how vicious he was. So I guess I gotta learn it the hard way.” He muttered on before narrowing his eyes at the other redhead. “I never said a word.” He leaned closer and gestured the taller male for a whisper. “If anything, it was Ivory who’s spilling things to Master.” He leaned back. “And your precious brother, of course.”

Raising thin crimson brows at Agni, a smile spilt across his face. “Alright. Now we’re talking.” He stood up and twisted his body a little to check if everything was in good order. “Your brother sent me a rude text the other day too. Something along the lines of ‘A few days without cookies would do you some good. You are growing sideways’. Can you Imagine that?” and people asked /why/ he can’t get along with that idiot.

Sigh.

#blazingguardian

~A Cookie For Your Thoughts~

Rudra…

Again, that Devil Arm popped up to ruin his life. It was as if his quiet ways were not enough to cause him grief at the shop but even amongst people who he chose to be close with. Given the choice, he’d go back and declare a full blown war with the blue scimitar. Maybe get a few of the others to back him up with enough persuasion.

Lucifer suspected something like this was going to happen what with all the whispering and private talks they had. Initially he had thought the bluenette was just a bag of curiosity like he was, but it would seem that the miscreant was planning this all along.

Sneaky bastard…

“Well, let him be mad because him being mad about a frickin’ cookie is nothing compare to what I am feeling now.” The Devil Arm muttered through gritted teeth and the more he thought about it, the angrier he become. This was the ultimate slap of betrayal for him.

Lucifer finally snapped and stood up, pushing the demon down. “How dare you let someone take your life? What if you don’t come back? You’ve fucked up your heart so any fatal injury would render you unable to come back, you know that, right?” he bellowed, claws digging deep into the arms, breaking through the red scales.

“That was why you didn’t let me take a bite off of your heart. Or don’t you remember? Back then you were scared of dying. What changed, Nissy?” his eyes were glowing red, angry – no, furious at the fire demon. If Nysrock thought that the Devil Arm would just leave him to be killed, he had another thing coming. “I’m going to tell Lamia to talk some sense into you.”

Could have been the slip of control he had with the rest at home, which was why anything that was jeopardizing his hold on anything else angered him. Months and it was still confusing him, all of these. As much as he wanted his mate, he wanted Nysrock too. It was unfair, yes, but that was just how he is and at the moment he didn’t bother sparing a thought on how detrimental it was to the person he had pinned under him.

“I hate you…”

That sudden burst of rage from the Devil Arm caught Nysrock aback, and it took him a few seconds to realize that, after all, it was not about the firefly that Lucifer was upset.

He listened to the weapon’s flow of words with a steeled face, hardly hissing when the metal claws dug into his skin and scales, only trying not to remember that it used to be a game between them… Before everything went right. Was it possible that Lucifer did not want to let go of him? How could it be? He had a loving mate, whom he loved back, passionately.

Well, perhaps he had mattered, after all.

And he was deeply sorry about it.

He waited in silence until the small voice broke, until the last three words came into a hushed whisper. It had taken months for Lucifer to tell him he loved him, and he had done so shortly before they broke up. But words of hate… They always came easily when directed at him.

Gently, tenderly, he pried the devil child’s claws out of his arms and pulled him into an embrace.

“I don’t,” he whispered against the crimson hair. “I don’t hate you, and I never will. But back then I was free, and I had that freedom to loose if I died. Back then I was afraid of loosing your mark. Now I have to loose it. Do you understand? For both our sakes.”

He placed a gentle kiss on the top of Lucifer’s head before resting his cheek on his hair, letting a soothing purring rumble in his chest.

“Rudra will be back tomorrow. It’s a chance I need to take, Lucey. For me. For you. For Beowulf, on whose love for you I’m trampling by keeping your mark on me. And even if I die, I’ll find a way of coming back. Perhaps by bringing my soul to Hagen so he can make me one of you, I don’t know…”

He lifted Lucifer’s chin and placed a soft, chaste kiss on his lips.

“It’s forever, Lucey,” he whispered. “I promised.”