#demon verse.

[crimesnghouls]

“You’re tasty.” @thesight ​ / semi plotted starter

[evilstalks]

“Fuck off and leave me alone.” (from Hollywood I’m sorry)

There are demons who are much more expressive than Michael-- they jeer and sneer, they openly mock and ridicule. But Michael isn't like them-- he's composed, quiet. He is still sadistic though, enjoys to torment... and after all, Hollywood brought this upon himself. He is the one who made this deal, not Michael. It is not so enjoyable being bound to a human either, especially not one as irritating and loud as Hollywood.

There is no change to the demon's unreadable expression at the other's words, but there doesn't need to be. The small distance is easily closed between them, and Michael grabs the smaller male by the back of his neck, shoving him up against the nearest wall, face first. It might bust his lip, might bruise his cheek. He's lucky it's not worse than that.

[ YOU ARE THE ONE THAT BOUND US TOGETHER. I CAN'T LEAVE YOU ALONE, REMEMBER? ] As usual, no words leave the demon's mouth, but his voice is clear in the human's head. If he truly has such a problem with Michael, he can always break the deal... but is he ready to spend eternity in Hell already? Michael doubts it.

[artistikill]

@asocialconduct asked: " you're not making things easy for me. " / from morgan / prompt.

arms cross over spectral form and he shakes his head. no one said mentoring would be a breeze and he accepts that, but this is difficult for him to maintain patience with. morgan's good — incredible, even. when she isn't held back by boundaries and rules, her art glides above the clouds. angelic. but she's been confined to simplistic and tired methods for so long, it's evident in her self-confidence. fingers curl into fists as arms drop by his sides and he glides over to her side. " art is never easy, morgan. it's agony. you know this — you're making it harder by thinking with this logic. clear your mind. close your eyes and let the feelings flow onto the canvas. "

damn, how he's missed this. misses the freedom of it all. the heaviness of the scent of gore pressing firmly down on him. suffocating and smothering, the only physical contact he'd allow — regardless of it being metaphorical. " create! " he raises his voice and throws his arms up into the air. " beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! you've already come so far. don't let your instincts dampen your efforts, they're working against you. "

[evilstalks]

“You have to stop… Popping up at my shows like you keep doing.” Hollywood admonishes, eyes narrowed before he rubs them tiredly. “It’s like a fucking horror movie jump scare every time I see your freaky demon face.” He mutters, glaring at Michael. “Cut it out. Seriously.”

were anyone to hear hollywood saying those words, they would be awfully confused as to why he's saying that. after all, to everyone else, michael just looks like a man. tall and handsome with no flaws at all. beautiful blue eyes, a sharp jawline and full lips. but hollywood can see the truth sometimes-- when michael wants to get a reaction out of him. usually when he's on stage and michael feels like scaring him for fun. then he sees a dozen eyes, a dozen sharp teeth, two tails, horns. a slobbering, hungry maw ready to devour his soul once he dies. the true being hollywood made a deal with.

"perhaps you should get used to it. you did make a deal with me, after all. until death." he communicates to the human, though not a word leaves his mouth. with their bond, they can read each other's thoughts and communicate that way, so he doesn't need to speak.

[bodyhorrific]

d.emon s.layer verse concepts.

concept i. in this concept, yuri is a human. these verses are connected, depending on where in the timeline you want to start. she begins her demon slaying work seemingly fumbling in any kind of breath area. however, one thing she does seem to excel at is written poetry; writing to herself in her quiet time - venting about frustrations and her day-to-day life. she's not talented at fighting, usually too frightened to cut off a demon's head. nobody seems to know about her passion for poetry (yet).

concept ii. in this concept, yuri is a demon. this happens later in her timeline. during this (tw), she allowed herself to be converted due to the ever-lingering feeling of wanting to endanger herself. she hated herself so much, and eventually became pushed to change into something else; something stronger. her personality completely shifted upon being turned into a demon - no longer shy or flustered or constantly making mistakes. she revels in her strength now, poetry being a passion long-since forgotten about.

[mizukokyu]

[旨がる]     …     @diuvus,     daki.

forest-bound  of  a  nymph  swallowed,     electricity  brims     -     like  static:     in  your  ear,     in  your  head      ( it  feels  foreign.     you've  decided  you  dislike  it )          ❛          how's  the  oiran  life  treating  you,     daki?          ❜          chin  to  palm:     weight  distributed  to  wrist,     it  lets  out  a  nasty  pop  from  socket.     careful  eyes  behind  your fox  mask      &     nine  tails,     scintillating  in  hues  of  blue.          ❛          it  looks  fun     ...     playing  dress  up,     wearing  make-up ...          ❜

[ryumis]

THINKING ABOUT RYUU AND HIS DEMON VERSE. BECAUSE OF THE NEW GAME EVENT !!! PROBABLY A VERY GENTLE CREATURE BUT INCREDIBLY STRONG. PROTECTOR OF A FOREST???

A SKSJAJDSJJSSJ HIS HORNS don’t touch them o///o omg what if he has little CREECHERS FLOATING WITH HIM and he’s a friend of all small creechers

But then he goes feral oAo

[fauxlike-blog1]

he’s still awestruck , to be truthful. it’s the first time giyuu’s seen his long lost companion in years , so forgive him as battle worn hands pave over sabito’s face , ocean blues gazing over features to confirm this reality. ❛ ... you haven’t changed , sabito. ❜ / from watersbreath xoxo : )

                                                 @watersbreath   :   unscripted.

you haven’t changed.   the words dripped clear and crystaline from pillar’s lips, so sweet with his delusion sabito wanted to cry. what common folk believed in demons was absolute, and they wouldn’t be swayed so long as they lived in crippling fear. demons   …   were heartless. demons no longer possessed a soul. nothing mattered more to demons than to kill, and maim, and eat. they were no longer capable of human emotions. be careful of a demon who cried, who sung an ancient tragedy befitting any grandiose act, for they remembered how to tug at heartstrings in a way that mocked kindness. yet   —   this pain felt nothing like the familiar gnawing hunger. it started in the base of his throat, a creeping heat like guilt hot and molten crawling along the back of his neck like the slow - drawn tip of a nichirin sword. the despair made it hard to breathe, like he would drown in the sadness should he not sever the emotion himself.

some time ago, when sabito could still remember what sunshine felt like, he had once been dawn incarnate. kindness and warmth emanated from cherry - hued youth with the strength of amaterasu. once he was taught that as a gifted young swordsman, he would harness that stoked fire within him to slay monsters which stalked their night, preying on all those he held dear. then, sabito had been brash, courageous, selfless, and in the end, that soft - hearted nature had been his undoing. had giyuu heard him that fateful night, barely limping away from vengeful hand demon with naught but his insignificant life ? the injures he’d suffered had been too severe to survive, he had almost succumbed to death when he was preyed upon by another. a coward, boy - demon had run through fujikasane’s wysteria forest before the transformation would kill him, and from the recesses of the shadows he’d watched his final sunrise.   “   you haven’t changed   ”   felt like he’d spit in sabito’s face, however unintentional.

but that was it, wasn’t it   ?   giyuu meant it. he’d always been horrifically dense, so unabashedly honest. there was no undercurrent of hatred there. because it was giyuu, the acidic irony, and any thinly veiled malevolence was nowhere to be found. sabito couldn’t find it there, despite other slayers hurling insults like stones, utter vitriol and hatred burned into his very marrow. he didn’t know what he’d been expecting, why he expected to find the malice there. there was only peace, a calming wave to gently rock away all barriers fox - chosen had built through night after lonely night. grime, dirt, grit, lessons learnt through painstaking years away from his family felt cleansed and for a second — just one second — it was hard to believe they weren’t ten years old once more, out a little too long on their way back home. giyuu was the one who looked like he hadn’t changed, but sabito could tell by the touch of his hands alone how much he’d suffered. that was something humans couldn’t change about themselves.

he flinched, hissing something bestial he instinctively tried to quell, like a small child caught swearing and trying to amend it with something softer. giyuu was garbed in clothes he now feared, donning the only kind of weapon that could truly kill him, actually kill him this time. he should have been reeling back in fear. there was a truth there, in how demons cared for little save their own survival. he was more selfish than he’d been prior to his first death, and even now, the instinct to run away despite how sabito longed to remain by pillar’s side was near deafening. the burning heat in the back of his throat now stung his eyes, tears far harder to see with sclera darkened as they were. shaking hands rose to hold giyuu’s hands where they touched sabito, holding him there, unable to remember the last time anyone had touched him with anything but the intent to kill. like an apologetic puppy, he leant his face into giyuu’s hands, tears tracking down his cheeks when he closed his eyes in something akin to trust.

‘   liar.   ’   fox - demon tried to bark, really snarl the accusation with all his pent up fury, but it came out a pitiful whimper. how could a pillar look at him with anything but disgust   ?   how could giyuu say something like that with a straight face   ?   touch him as if he wasn’t hideous   ?   ‘   liar.   ’   words slipped out in trembling exhales, voice shaking.

‘   how could you say something like that   ?   ’