MC: What are you doing in Death's realm?...
Valdemar: It's my realm too, you know
MC: As in you sapped him of his power?
Valdemar: As in we have been married for half a millenium
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MC: What are you doing in Death's realm?...
Valdemar: It's my realm too, you know
MC: As in you sapped him of his power?
Valdemar: As in we have been married for half a millenium
Finished version 🦂💕🐐 they adore each other
My current wip doesn't look so bad at all 🦂💕🐐
No more proof needed about my girl having serious hots for The Devil
CONSIDER THIS (the AU where Valdemar is MC's mother...) (Note: Personal MC and headcanon based)
Soon after MC'a birth, daemoniac shrieking echoing through the dungeons
Vlastomil, drowsily: Valdemar, can you feed your spawn already? Me and my wormies need sleep... Wait, why are your instestines still hanging in the open?..
Vulgora, grumpily: Yeah, and what's that slimy stuff you're holding, huh?..
Volta, beaming: is it edible?
Valdemar, sighing in annoyance: I am examining the placenta. I will feed her once I finish the research... *grins* unless you'd like to become her meal? *cooing at the crib by the autopsy table* oh, you would appreciate their puny little hearts making some use, wouldn't you, my tiny deadly demon progeny?...
Baby MC, baring their tiny razor sharp teeth: *stops crying and giggles*
Vlastomil, Volta and Vulgora: *run screaming*
Why... Am I starting to ship The Devil and Morga?.. 🤨 Why... How. I don't know at this point I'm not questioning such things. 😅
Maybe that could explain Lucio's... goat... thing. Even if they weren't a thing back then you know how it often goes with gods or entities in mythology - they like to pretend to be someone's husband for a night or two and rest is history. Only in that situation instead of a demigod or a pharaoh they'd it turns out to be a pompous manchild 🤣 Hell, she could even have made a deal of her own, endless possibilities.
My main MC Alana, the Goddess in Flesh Herself, is usually very possessive of The Devil but somehow in this situation she's like "solves the drama of my Valerius verses".
P.S. - wait for it... wait...
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"You made me kill my father!"
"No, Montag, I AM YOUR FATHER"
... I had to k 🤣
Asra, frantic and out of breath: My love! I came to save you! Me and all our frie-.... ?! O.O
Julian: .... awkward o.o
Nadia: .... o.o
Portia: .... o.o
Muriel: .... o.o
MC, half naked and on the Devil's lap: I... suppose I can explain
The Goddess and her familiar 💫