b e t r a y e r

{ What sort of devil b e t r a y s their own kingdom for those that r u l e the heavens? A d e v i l with a hunger for b l o o d. A devil who o n l y thinks of t h e m s e l v e s with their glutton for flesh & bone. May they wear their h a l o with every o u n c e of regreat. } ♚

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amorfisia:

                    You look like the type who likes shiny thing that’s for sure. She could create them too; however, she was supposed to keep that information confidential. ❝ I collect gems and crystals, ❞ Giselle mused.  She listens to the traitorous demon before her and blinked slowly,  ❝ Well that is a positive outlook on things.❞ What are those for? The nymph lets out the most frustrated groan at the thought of her sigils.  ❝One of my ancestor was an idiot and betted again the Prince of the Fourth and the Sin of Greed. They played a high-stakes game and my ancestor lost after growing too smug and couldn’t play off the amount. So they cursed our family to be in servitude, ❞ she said with a small disdain. 

          The demoness would gladly take the coffee, taking a couple of sips. Ugh, the taste was so weird but she continued to drink it.  ❝ Did a specific being do that to you or? ❞

            “You collect them, huh? Cool! I wish I had some sort of hobby to do in the meantime of all this bullshit. Maybe I’ll start doing the same thing and we can later compare.” N’khadi gave her a goofy little grin then with a snicker of sorts that left his lips. However, that was all short-lived as she answered his question he had asked. “Well shit. That sucks. Sorry there, peaches. I take it you must be the oldest or only child? Duty falls upon you and you get the shit stick. Nice.” Not really, but you know.       N’khadi watched the nymph that a hold of his drink and try it. Her reaction was priceless and he remembers the first time he had coffee. Not the best thing at first, but now he just loves it. The burn of hot liquid is always a nice feeling. “Hm? Oh yeah, my ex did. You know, I joined them because I loved them, I guess. Turned my back on my family and my kind because of...love. This hurt like fucking hell and I’ll never get something like this ever again. Fuck that noise! It’s pretty cool though, yeah?”

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amorfisia:

                Is that why you came closer? Do you like bright and shiny thing? “I do plus I haven’t seen a mark like that in person,” she commented. Thought she listens to the originals of his marking for a moment. How sad. “That sounds like a lot of fun. That sounds like a very stressful situation to be in…” she said cooly. Granted awkward as well. 

         She take one more good look at it before nodding, “I was educated on it.”  The demoness lifted both of her hands, she makes the insignia appear upon them of Mammon on the right and Belail on the left. “Honestly, I think you are possible the only company that could understand or even relate. So I am to relate?” Honestly, he could have killed her seeing those markings and Giselle would be free but the nymph was spiteful. She wanted to live. Her hands dropped to her side. “So let them question my choice.” 

            “You look like the type who likes shiny things that’s for sure,” A harmless comment came from the devil as strong shoulders shrugged. “Very stressful, but I signed up for it. I can’t really complain if I’m doing it to myself right?” Golden eyes blinked once -- twice -- and thrice once the female rose her hands for him to see. Two different contracts? How does she even manage that? “What are those for?” N’khadi doesn’t mean to sound nosy, but it is sort of his job to be nosy. After all, he can’t do anything to her anyways. A contracted demoness is a dog with tags. Jeez, that thought sounded awfully like his mentor that’s for sure.       “Alright. I ain’t gonna tell you to shoo.” He chirped, looking down at his coffee before offering it to the nymph. He doesn’t want it anymore.

[urakihikaru]

タスマニアデビル Sarcophilus harrisii

[chonce]

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amorfisia:

                The nymph couldn’t tell if that was sarcasm or not.  But she doesn’t comment only to listen to his laughter at her inquiry which made her face soured at the thought. “You should have someone make you better coffee then that,” she commented. The glutton blinks for a moment as she shook her head, “I don’ want any. That doesn’t even smell good to a glutton like myself.” She pauses for a moment before she ask another question: “That mark…doesn’t it irritate you? Annoy you? Don’t you regret it?”

               N’khadi wasn’t sure how to respond to the nymph’s questions. He thought about flat out ignoring her, but the demon hadn’t had civil conversation with one of his own in a good while. Her comment of said coffee is ignored and the devil went to answering the nymph. “Is that why you came closer? Do you like bright and shiny things~?” He teases. “Does it irritate me? It hurts. I’ve had it for a couple of years now. My...ex did it. It’s blessed gold, so I’m stuck living in pain for the rest of my life. Fun right? So yes, it’s annoying and do I regret it? Sometimes.”       The devil looks around for a moment, spying a nearby trash can to throw away his coffee before giving the woman a better look at the insignia at his forearm. “You know what this means don’t you? You sure you want to be in my company?”

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amorfisia:

                She blinked for a moment as the demon chokes. Giselle takes it that he doesn’t know what going on within the inner circle. The nymph sighs for a moment before she opted to fill him in, “Yes, the daughter of Mammon, Lucinda Vecchione became the true mate to Theron Levitt, the son of the previous queen.” But she won’t elaborate more as she nods before.

          This poor boy wasn’t the brightest, was he? Giselle knew why she was blushing and couldn’t help it. “And here we both are then,” she commented before lifting up the end of her long dress and blinking as she notices the coffee. She could smell it, “Is that from one of those coffee shops?” she inquired.  The demoness would walk forward a little, making sure her dress doesn’t drag as she stepped away.

           Oh, he’s smart. He just plays dumb all the time and she easily fell for that real fast. “Oh thank God for that. I was worried there for a moment.” He snorts, brushing his bangs back out of a nervous habit to only have them bounce back. The demoness takes note to his coffee he wiggled in her face and, yet again, barked out a laugh. “Where else am I going to get coffee in a to-go cup? Starbucks. See? Overpriced coffee that hipsters post all over their instagrams. Mortals are weird though.” Eyes of gold then blinked once -- twice -- and thrice as the female stepped forward. “Don’t even fucking think about it. I ain’t sharing!”

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amorfisia:

                His sarcasm was caught and he get a very displeased chirp from him in response as her brows knitted. “It’s possible when your queen’s father is stubborn,” she commented. Thought by now, he’s asking her what circle and she cants her head to the side. Was the colors of her current attire not enough? Interesting. “The Second Circle. My lady married into the family there,” she voiced softly but then raspberry colored-eyes caught someone gleaming on his left arm. Her eyes widen briefly before she relaxes a little because there was no reason to say anything.

      How she hated being a favorite but there were perks that she could not complain. Her hands smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress. “Yes because sometimes a girl needs a break from everyone,” she jokes before blushing a little. “Are you taking a break as well?”

              Don’t count on N’khadi to know colours of each royal house! The boy has never really been to hell, but is familiar with family names. Well, maybe a little bit. The traitor took a sip of the coffee he had been holding this entire time, but ended up choking a little on said hot drink at the mention of the second circle. “Holy fuck! Are you serious?!” So his aunt is off the throne then, huh? Amazing. Then who the fuck sits on it now? Surely it isn’t his dumb, big brother that’s for sure. Heh, why does he care anyways? His family currently keeps him away from all things at the moment. His fault really. “Damn. Oh well.” Is added with a shrug of shoulders.         Now why is the poor girl blushing? There really isn’t anything to be embarrassed about! Weirdo. “Oh, so you’re throwing gender into this now, huh? In that case, sometimes a boy needs a break from everyone too.” He chirped up, holding up his coffee he just choked on and wiggled it somewhat as he held a rather sarcastic look on his face.

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amorfisia:

          “ Well…she’s more my queen now and princess,” she commented. She blinks slowly for a moment, “I am not running away. I was told to take a break…” she commented. Thought she doesn’t think running away is a bad idea but again, they would find her. “I am not hungry,” the glutton says. 

           “Queen and princess? You can be both things at once, huh? Wow. Amazing.” Sarcastic much, N’khadi? “For what circle? Not like it’s any of my business or anything. Just...curious.” A nervous laugh slips from the devil’s lips while a hand rubbed at nape of neck. N’khadi though, had forgotten to roll his sleeves down (because it’s hot as fuck outside), allowing the sun to catch the gleam of a golden insignia at his left arm. He didn’t care if she saw it, but then again, it just might cause a little bit of trouble for him if she’s a strong believer of their kind.       “They let you take a break by yourself? Not in a group? You must be a favorite. Ooh~.” Not hungry though his ass. Something he hears quite often these days.

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amorfisia:

            “Oh, I see.” But she says nothing on the matter, no apologizes or anything. It was quite awkward, the female attempts to remain composed. “I don’t really. This is the first time I’ve been able to get a breather away from my princesses.” 

                 “Your...princesses? What are you doing here then? Haha, I’m sure you’d get into some big trouble if you ran away. Speaking of trouble, keep yourself under control, yeah? I’m on duty and I really don’t want to clean up any messes.”

[quislinger-a]

amorfisia:

          “My mother,” she  corrected but it was a detail that she would push aside. This conversation “I’ve never seen you around here, are you new?”

            “I never knew my mum,” A shrug of strong shoulders followed suit of the demon’s words. “Huh? No, I’ve always lived here. Guess you don’t get out much, chica.”

[quislinger-a]

amorfisia:

                This demon. He was strange? Maybe a bit dorkish as she never found anyone who laugh at their own sibling’s suffering. The playful snaps make her chirp as he startled her, “…I can kind of relate to your brother,’” she  said before the playful snap made her chirp softly. 

            “...You had a sibling that did the same thing?” He obviously forgot about what she first said. Oh well. It wasn’t extremely important, so why bother keeping that conversation going?

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amorfisia:

                She leans back before squinting a litle, “No, my mother told me to go die,” the coati hissed. 

            The male cants his raven crown as the female states a not so rare fact within their world. However, the devil couldn’t help himself as he barked out a short-lived laugh. “My father told my older brother that a lot actually! Dumb idiot. He deserved every once of me chipping one of his precious horns.” And here, N’khadi playfully snaps his strong jaws at the nymph.       “Okay, that wasn’t funny.”

[quislinger-a]

amorfisia:

            “ I am looking at you, “ she said bluntly.

            “Well, get your face out of my face! Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to stare?” The Tasmanian devil growled out, trying to act all big and scary, but he knows that he is terrible at it.

[quislinger-a]

amorfisia:

           Then real cutie appears. 

            “What are you looking at?” Oh man! Her face is red as a tomato! Look at that!

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hhemeraa:

           Oh! A smile curls once again. 

           “Me? You said you had errands, I didn’t want to keep you is all, but if you’d prefer to stay…” Myles makes note of the arm that was feeling all too comfortable stretched out on the chair and how demeanor seemed to change once initial conversation had shifted. He’d met a shy boy a few minutes ago, who was he speaking to now?

           “Done with them? I can only imagine what you have in store next.” Light hearted tease, a finger taps gently against his own cheek in thought. “Will you impress me?”

              This boy is really testing him isn’t he? Why did he think catching the other’s attention with a pick-up line was a good idea? Golden eyes blinked once -- twice -- and thrice before the devil bared his fangs and growled lowly at the boy in frustration. “Stop that!” Is chirped up while the arm behind Myles moved just so its hand could lightly tap the crown of blonde hair.

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desfranare:

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          “Watch out!” she exclaimed. His extremely overly-protective mother would reached out to hold the door open so his tail wouldn’t get caught. Emily stumbles a bit as she clenches the door for balance. “N'khadi, Where are you going!?

             N’khadi heard clicking of heals quickly come his way and cringed as the boom of his mother’s voice is heard. It’s not like he was afraid of her or anything, but she spoke so loudly so closely that he couldn’t help it. Relaxing, clouded eyes look over his shoulder where he knows where his mother is. Eyes wander though, not really pinpointing her exact location as N’khadi spoke.      “Out, mother. I’m hungry. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” He huffed with tail giving a flick in annoyance. N’khadi’s demi-form becomes veiled, unseen to mortal eyes. “Is that alright?”