#paymons ── an indie , private & headcanon / lore based king paimon from helluvaboss. not affiliated with nor supportive of v*vizepop. mutuals only, minors dni. canon divergent with heavy influences of the lesser key of solomon , paradise lost & demonic paradise. ﹙ written by rory / any pronouns , twenty5. ﹚ please read rules before interacting & note trigger warnings. i do not tag for canon typical violence / death / etc. also found @zestials & @h0ly
est. may 14th 2024, revamped june 28th, nov 7th, 2025.
𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: lucifer wasn't the only one to fall , a loyalty strong enough to dielive for , the secrets of the universe , celestial bodies , the prophecies foretold , teaching an ancient entity to abide by mortal perceptions , cosmic horrors.
⁞ QUICK CANON DIVERGENCE : S2 HH | IN GENERAL | psa about andre's joke.
"Oh, most definitely, sire," Alastor reassured. "I was born during the height of the Jazz Age! Swing dancin' 'n jivin' is in my blood. I doubt anyone here, hellborn or sinner, could be a match for me." He was honest rather than humble. Truthfully, the arts were his passion; nothing improved his mood and gave his soul wings quite like being the life of the party.
"Of course, I'd be happy to be proved wrong. I do enjoy a challenge, as well."
" the jazz age ! yes , mmm , that was a good one. came with a rise in the occult , i had quite a few summonings in this silly little human city ... los .. angles ? something like that. " anything for a little bit of fame or undermining one's opponent , but summoning a demon king was a bit overkill in his opinion. leave it to humans to meddle where they shouldn't.
" can't say i had the pleasure of seeing much dancing top side , would you mind a demonstration ? " he's definitely considering actually changing those theoretical bets.
That 'hoot' was way more cute and charming than it had any right to be. Pen flushed at the mortification of being known, eyes wide and mouth drawn tight under their mask. Uh oh.
Ah, at least he wasn't outwardly upset about it. In fact, a lot of people find it quite fun to torment the snake.
"Uhm, oah, no! I can, barely see your face." Wait, that isn't any better. Without saying he's a bit strange looking, as calling him an optical illusion would imply, they crack under the pressure, voice rising an octave by the end of the sentence:
paimon's made his fair share flustered before but usually there's at least some , even if only a small amount of effort on his part to do so. it's the only real conclusion he can draw from their nervous demeanor --- surely they wouldn't stare just to provoke his ire. few had that kind of death wish.
their words prove as much & draw a chuckle from the king. the serpent's oddly charming , if only because paimon's grown so used to the opposite. everyone carefully watches their words around him & then there's a sinner calling him very pretty !
" i know i am , ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃʳ ⁱᵗ. " the goetia dips his head down to peer at them , " i can always get closer , allow you to get a better look ? " oh he's just tormenting them now.
send ' MIND READER ' for a nsfw thought fantasy my muse has had / ( would have ) about yours. // accepting , it's hell. every day is sinday.
no one in heaven , hell or any realm in - between has ever captured paimon's attention the way lucifer has. enraptured by mere moments for an eternity , endless devotion that only grows with the passing of time. there's nothing he wouldn't do , nothing he wouldn't be for his king / a malleable shape to mold & use at his command. what fantasy hasn't he thought of in all their time together ?
but they are beings that were made of divinity , not with the softness of humans but the tenacity & durability of near gods. their flesh is not sacred any longer but it can certainly still be worshiped. paimon simply thinks there are much better way to show his devotion now than simple prayers. a flesh offering to take his frustrations out on.
he's thought of it before when the monster shows through , the parts lucifer seems to hide until needed. ( paimon thinks whatever form , he's beautiful , him , not the state he's in. ) his tail flicking about & how it could wrap around the goetia's throat , spikes stuck into flesh to trap him there. as if he wouldn't go oh - so willingly , there's something heady in being overpowered when so few are capable.
paimon's careful composure would be shattered , it'd be hard to stay in any one form , writhing beneath his king & futilely grasping at anything around them to brace. / like he wouldn't just break it in the process , shattered between claws & tattered by nails. two forces of nature colliding is destruction waiting to happen.
the goetia never considers himself loud but he can admit in the privacy of his own mind that he wouldn't be able to shut up. he'd beg in every language known to man , demon & angel alike , perhaps even invent a few of his own in the in - between. he'd want so bad it burned just to stoke lucifer's own fire , tempt him to take , take , take. words that invoke punishment & repercussions all at once / a promise to be used until he's sated.
send ' MIND READER ' for a nsfw thought fantasy my muse has had / ( would have ) about yours. // accepting , it's hell. every day is sinday.
such a pretty bird deserves to sing , it's rare paimon desires so fervently to kneel for a partner. reciprocation is one thing but this thought is entirely different. focused solely on her pleasure. splayed out beneath him like a feast to consume , he'd certainly eat her whole should she allow it. paimon might not be holy anymore but he'd desire to make her pray to him.
plush thighs settled atop his shoulders , claws digging into flesh to keep her close. it's not as if he needs breath ( & even if he did , what a worthy way to go. ) he'd guide her hands to the curved horns of his head , solidify them with magic / like handles for the ride she'd surely need. murmur sweet muffled praises that'd burn his tongue. languages he'd long forgotten he still knew , second nature he supposes when in heaven. & oh the sounds she'd make , better than any angelic choir could've been.
a picture of ecstasy he'd intend to keep for eternity , an image embedded with the way her spine would curve. hands uselessly grasping for purchase as he takes & takes like he'd never reach his fill. paimon would only consider himself done when satisfaction turned into glazed over eyes & screams turned into incoherent strings of words tethered by pathetic whimpers.
the blankets of his bed shredded & cardia laying there amidst it , chest heaving , blissed out beyond comprehension & yet still craving him close. like an addiction he'd feed , crawling up glistening flesh with peppered kisses that are far too soft for the pleasured torment he'd put her through.
he'd lay there in satisfaction , perhaps even admit to himself for a moment that he'd prefer to drag her close against him. her head rested against him as she tries to come back to her body , listening to the wild caged animal thumping in his chest.
send ' MIND READER ' for a nsfw thought fantasy my muse has had / ( would have ) about yours. // accepting , it's hell. every day is sinday.
it's no secret paimon's attracted to power , but it doesn't have to necessarily be so literal. there is a power that comes with confidence , in the way one presents themselves. in the way circe doesn't falter so close to him , pinning fabric at his throat without the hesitancy so many else would have. like he's tangible , not atop the unreachable pedestal he so often prefers.
it's far too easy to imagine , a palm pressed flat against his chest to push. fabric falling way & nails digging in as her weight settles atop his lap. he'd go along , allow the space for her to take & take as she pleased. clawed hands that could almost envelope her hips whole , perched there , encouraging the languid pace. paimon's patient , he'd wait , allow her fun to map the dips & curves of his body. a wandering mouth & lipstick smeared against downy feathers.
she could torture him , push him to the knife's edge. paimon would welcome it , encourage the intoxicating feeling of such power beneath her , bent to her will. until he decided to snip the strings , his hand would find the nape of her neck , curl into long tresses & wrap them around his palm. guide her head to the side & shift into a different face , one easier to sink his teeth into her flesh. he wonders how she'd taste , would her blood poison his tongue ? something sweet & savory or sharp & biting ? there's too many options.
but slow doesn't mean soft , he'd want the sharpness of it all. nipping teeth & nails drawing blood , scratching along his flesh until liquid gold stains the velvet of the chair beneath them. a controlled collision of labored breaths & shedding layers until there's a puddle of fabrics that have joined the abandoned project. clawing for the closeness , he could handle her fervor , would gladly take all she'd offer like a greedy god at the altar. marks left like the constellations in the sky , fragility he isn't quite accustomed to but he's a quick study.
Upon seeing the king, a wide grin spread across Vassago's bill. "Then perhaps you should. It's not good to be cooped up every day," he said with a grin. This party was far preferable to any goetic gala, and the prince would be making it a priority to attend more of these events in the future.
"You flatter me, though seeing is better than believing, no?" Was that an invitation for Paimon to join him on the dance floor?
paimon pretends to debate the sentiment , " not every day is such a treat. " he quips , although it does reasonably make the event all that more special & a necessity for attendance. it all grows stale after a time , but the king can't deny there's always some new kind of spin with all the interesting attendees each year.
he raises a brow , masked eyes crinkling as he holds out a clawed hand in offering. " only one way to find out. "
"Fair point." Asmodeus smiles at Paimon, squeezing his hand gently in return. "Well it worked out perfectly, because I've been dying to ask you out, and this is the perfect excuse." He looks around the party, admiring it all for a moment before he looks back at Paimon. "Dance with me?"
" you've been holding out on me , have you ? " paimon jests in an attempt to cover his own surprise. it'd be a lie to say he'd never been interested , but he certainly hadn't thought asmodeus was. at the offer , paimon's quick to begin leading them to the dance floor. " mm , lets see if you can keep up. "
"lemme guess: you caught an angel with a ridiculously elaborate trap? or no?" based off his playful tone, lucifer clearly didn't mean for it to count as his single attempt. "that or you snuck some of mine when i wasn't looking." his gaze followed the other's as if he would somehow be able to pinpoint the date off vibes alone. predictably, he had no such luck and was soon looking back up to the paimon with a big, dramatic sigh following.
"worse. you know i hate all the stuffy... whatever you wanna call it." certainly, beelzebub's party was meant to be a space for fun and merriment, but there were still certain etiquettes and politics in play, at least with any attending royalty he'd encountered so far. boo. "but enough about that! tell me about your date. is it like a... casual-schmasual date just so you would have one, or is like a... date~?" forever nosey, the devil was. he gave paimon a little nudge and grinned. "a strong business woman sounds like she could finally reel you in! or business man? person?... being? eldritch horror? give me something to work with here."
" ohoho , that would've been a much better idea. " paimon clicks his tongue with a grin , or at least to him , more fun than the alternative of freely using the remains of his own gnarled wings. " you'll never know --- or maybe you should check your wings later. " paimon certainly hadn't done such a thing , but where's the fun in admitting it so openly when the suggestions right there ?
the idea of a date with lucifer's implications leaves paimon's skin crawling. it implies some inherit vulnerability that draws a strangled , panicked laugh out of the goetia's throat. " no , no ! ugh , ha ! absolutely not. " it's not that the prospect of the date in question is so far fetched but admittance & reflection is something different entirely. " more like mutual assurance of a good time , " that probably involved shit - talking more than anything. " a business being i suppose isn't a bad description. "
paimon's eyes slide to peer at lucifer , a devilish curl of his beak. " with all these questions i can't help but to wonder ... are you projecting ? who'd you bring ? "
i fear i wasn't sick & it was the barometric pressure but i managed to trip & fall down half a flight of stairs last night so !!!! ( i'm okay , my head just hurts for non pressure related reasons now ) i might be a lil slower than planned : ' )
