I have silly idea for demon submas: they see snow after not coming out from the underworld for centuries very excitedly, but was immediately was reminded why they didn’t want to go outside and ran to your place for cuddles and blankets
-Bird anon
Hope you’re doing well! Hope the weather is being nice and consistent. Mine is going from flash freeze mode to early summer warm
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It's like those videos of animals being let outside in winter to snow for the first time, get a few steps outside, stop, and IMMEDIATELY go back inside.
Though I also love the idea of bundling them up, and showing them stuff like snow sculptures, sledding, and snowball fights.
Both love the snowball fights, and get a little competitive.
It's fun to watch them build a fort each, and go after the other. You watch from the sidelines, and smile as they laugh and yell. Both are incredibly fast, and have incredible aim. They get a little too into it, but you are on standby to keep them from going too far.
And when the cold gets too much, you already have blankets and hot chocolate ready for them by the fireplace. Both are already purring and cuddling up to you to warm up.
I wrote a thing for the Demonic Priest AU created by @betasuppe. I want to say this is a one-shot, but I'm already imagining the next encounter. Someone send me some climbing gear 'cause I've fallen down a rabbit hole and I need to get out.
The only thing Emmet knows about the person watching him is that they are very much real.
Even without the help of Ingo sweeping along the walls and creeping around the corners, he still catches a fleeting glimpse of someone just out of the corner of his eye. First the tip of a shoe from behind the open doorway. A few minutes later, he spots a shoulder and arm through the window.
It’s just a small distraction, nothing that takes him away from performing the sermon, but it’s enough to make the mind wonder. Fresh faces, especially the sweet ones, often meander outside the church. Curious or perhaps even spiteful of the congregation, but unwilling to join the masses. A new neighbor, maybe a tourist, or perhaps a timeless nobody looking for something new. It doesn’t matter, Father Konrad welcomes people from all walks of life. And if it’s the last two, perhaps he can have a little fun himself. Start with the foot and then the arm…
The sermon concludes, and they agree to linger a bit longer than usual today; the best newcomers often prefer to show themselves once everyone else is gone, and Sunday Mass regrettably brings in the biggest draw. So he stays behind, listening to pointless thoughts and feelings before responding in kind. When his mind starts wandering, Ingo helps him keep track of what they say and what they want to hear.
Then, outside the mindless chatter, they notice two things. One is that the people are funneling to the door faster than normal. The second is the faint sound of a guitar. The crowd only has to turn toward him before parting to let him pass through.
Worn out shoes taps against the sidewalk while your arms move, plucking and pressing the strings of the guitar in your hands. Baggy clothes hang off you, seemingly jumping in time with your movements. Low and heavy notes strung together into an upbeat song that has a few people nodding along in time. Your voice is warm but the words are almost growling out with how much force is put behind each sound. The youngest children, whose parents dragged them to church despite their obvious objections, squeeze past the adult and run up to you, nearly tumbling onto the sidewalk with how quickly they stop. You glance up at them from your stoop with a playful grin and nod in time to the beat. And they start nodding along with you. Then they start dancing and clapping. The church is empty; anyone who hasn’t gathered around you has left altogether.
The music stops, but the silence only lasts for a second before applause and cheers take its place. A few people step up and drop a coin or a bill into the open case resting at your feet. Parents herd their children away, some with more ease than others, and you playfully wave goodbye as they stare back with wide eyes. And just as quickly as they had gathered, the crowd disperses, splitting into two groups heading up and down the street, until it’s just you standing at the bottom of the church steps and him at the door. You ascend the stairs.
“I take it you’re the one runnin’ this place?”
There’s an accent when you talk, and it’s hard to tell if the roughness in your voice is from performing or just how you speak. You’re clearly new in town, but there’s a shine in your eyes that only comes about from years of experience.
“I’m Father Konrad,” he introduced, offering his hand, which you happily shake. Calluses and cracked skin scrapes against his palm, only to be soothed away by the warmth of your own.
“Pleasure to meet ya.” You turn back the way you came, almost leading him down with you before letting go of his hand. He still follows behind. “I hope ya don’t mind me borrowin’ your flock. I figured a church on Sunday was a safe bet.”
A quick glance inside the case shows the meager sums you managed to earn. You scoop them up and drop them in the hole-riddled pocket of your jacket before lowering your guitar into the case. Like how a mother lovingly cradles a baby before placing it in a crib.
“You’re not from around here. What brings you to the city?”
You shrug and pick up the case. Stickers and scratches litter the black leather. Some look brand new, others are so faded that it’s impossible to read out even in the midday sun.
“Just passin’ through. Figured I’d stay a while, see the sights, then head on out.”
If there were ever a perfect opportunity, it just placed itself right at their feet. It would be best to take you right now, before anyone else notices you. But a good meal should be savored, should it not?
“And how long will you be staying?”
“A couple a’ weeks; a month, tops.”
A month. The thought of waiting so long makes his stomach turn. It would be a challenge, but so very worth it. What hides behind that smile and gleam? Ingo has always preferred the soul over the flesh, but even Emmet is curious to see what will happen once they crack open that outer shell and peek inside. For now, it’d be best to lay the trap and wait. Who knows, maybe he can sneak a taste before they take you apart.
“Perhaps you’d be willing to come inside the church next Sunday.”
Something shifts. He can sense it before he even realizes what it is. Your eyes narrow just a bit and you laugh. Not unkindly, but certainly not the same warmth you so freely offered his flock just moments ago.
“I’ve got plenty a’ questions for God. And if ya ask anyone who knows me, they’ll tell ya I’d give my right hand for some answers. But with all due respect, sir, I think I’d rather just wait ‘till I see God and ask him myself.”
Proud and dismissive words spoken with the resignation of defeat, all wrapped up with a friendly smile. Just the act of unraveling your words has him feeling a twinge of discontent; it's hard to tell if where - or more appropriately who - it's coming from. You chuckle and wave goodbye, but it feels like you’re looking down at him from the bottom of those stairs.
“See ya ‘round.”
This is going to be a verrrrry long month.
My Brain: ♫ Why do you write like you're running out of time? ♫
So uhh….I REALLY like @betasuppe‘s Demonic Priest AU, and wanted to try my hand at drawing the shadow. I’m actually quite proud of how this turned out considering I’m usually trash at drawing more masculine figures. So I hope you all like it. 🥺👉👈
Warning: Darkish themes, soul selling, mild body horror.
Pov: Second (You/Your)
Notes: Demon Ingo with some elements from The Labyrinth, pretty man haha.
Summary: Making a wrong turn can lead one to a different place, but that doesn’t always mean it’s good. I suppose... lucky for you there is a demon who is willing to help, if you don’t mind the price.
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Suppose the first sign could have been how empty things got, how dead and devoid of life it was. Walking down the many paths to the next area, wondering if you just missed your train. It was late, but oddly the clock never changed from midnight, and you had yet to meet anyone besides yourself. Though you did keep hearing sounds of something following you.
Putting your hands in your pockets you felt a sense of unease creep up on your spine. You know for a fact you’ve been here for a while, so why hasn’t the time changed? Why haven’t you even seen a train yet? Something was wrong, but you couldn’t really pin point where or why it was.
“You seem lost.” a voice said as you yelped out in fear and spun around to see someone, a person! His dead white eyes looked at you, mouth in a frown line as he stared at you. “This station hasn’t seen many as of late, but suppose you were lead here for a reason.”
Something about him seemed oddly familiar to you as you tilted your head at him like a lost puppy. “Uh... I guess I am a bit lost.” You admit to him, “You are you?”
A pause at this before he tipped his hat, “Ingo.” he tells you simply before walking over you, “And I know you, I’ve been watching you since you came here.” Ingo stands beside you as you felt a cold chill run through you.
You opened your mouth to ask him what he meant by that, but Ingo continued on despite your growing discomfort. “The train doesn’t run here unless I allow it.” he explains casually eyes looking at the train tracks.
“Then can you please help me get out of here?’ You asked him back, despite how... human he looked, something about his well everything set your senses to fight of flight. You felt dread, yet also your feet were firmly planted in place.
His dead fish like gaze looked at your more alive eyes, “That requires you give something back.” he told you, pulling out of his pocket a small crystal ball, and playing with it. “A simple exchange really.”
You felt the dread creep up on your chest now, but you tried to not show it, “Seems a little unfair to me, to get trapped here against my will then be expected to pay to leave.” You commented.
Ingo laughed at that, for a moment you swear his frown moves down to his neck, leaving blood and ragged sharp teeth in it’s wake. But the image is gone as quick as you see it. But it doesn’t take the spike of fear, “Trust me, you didn’t get off here because you did nothing wrong. But in your case, you’re not near a bad as some who come here... a simple wrong turn at a station you could have left.” he tells you as he tosses up the ball and easily catches it.
“What are you talking about?” You asked scooting away from him, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as he looked at you, the shadow he casted behind him grew. You swore it had horns and loomed over the lights.
Ingo’s expression didn’t change, turning to you fully. “A summoning gone wrong is all, your friends certainly are paying the price, my dear brother took claim of their souls for his own cart.” he said this so casually as he looked you up and down, “But you are not greedy nor are you an envious person... no you were dragged into a summoning against your will, but still did it cling to you.”
Your entire body was dipped into ice after that, how did this man know of the armature séance you did? But the more you stared back at him, the more it made sense, and the fear rose at that as Ingo tsked. “No need for that, like I said, you simply took a wrong turn, though yes you paid for the price, I’m here to offer you a way out.” he held up the crystal ball now. “And exchange if you will.”
Gazing at the small ball, it looked very fragile but yet not at the same time. Ingo looked at you, his eyes almost seemed to glow. “ I can offer to you anything you wish for, a way out of here? Your dreams? Your wants? I can even help you where your lacking in your Pride.” his voice took on a darker tone at that, you look past the crystal and at him directly.
“What do I have to give in order to even have that?” you asked, intrigue now in your tone, wondering what could he possibly want from you? You didn’t have much to offer hence why you were always picked on and tossed around between the better off kids. It’s how you got yourself into the situation you did.
The frown twitched almost into a smile, “A contract, you’ll work for me here, your soul will be stationed here, mine. And in return you can have everything you could ever desired.” he told you, the words ran over you, sending fearful signals to tell you to deny it, find another way out. “I am an honest man despite my job, I’d never go back on my word like others of my kind would. Lying if for uncouth demons who have no integrity.”
Demons? You looked at the shadow that still had the horns as you swallowed at that, “And is that my only option?” you asked him.
Ingo shrugged at that pulling the crystal back, “The other is to be taken by my brother, you won’t be given a choice in what you do there. He might even just eat your soul making you into a husk that obeys orders.” he shrugged as you stared in horror at that. “It’s only due to you being at the wrong station that you even get a refund.” he explained and regarded you coolly, “if I was you, I’d take your options.”
Options were slim, your choices no better than the last, but... at least he gave you the illusion of choice. And frankly you’d not want your soul to be eaten because of a stupid mistake. Taking a breath you looked at Ingo, who showed sharp teeth a look of victory in his eyes, “Fine.” You say in a firm tone.
A grin now showed, despite how unnatural it look as he held out his hand, “then we have a deal.” he shook your hand as cold yet warm tingles ran up your arm and gripped at your very being. As Ingo let go a loud whistle as heard as the train pulled into station, you gap at that then looked at Ingo.
His eyes had a near red look to them, “Climb aboard my newest passenger, we’ll find a spot perfect for you... and as promised, you’ll get everything you desire.” he told you as he tipped his hat and the door opened. There was the sound of people inside, as you swallowed hard.
Looks like there was no chance of backing out now as you got on the train and hoped things would work out.
“All passengers accounted for?’ ingo’s voice spoke all around you, “Then we are off, ALL ABOARD!” he yelled as you gripped the pole tightly when the train jolted into action and seemed to fly at unnatural speeds.
