#demonposting

[ashes2caches]

transfem who decides that if her whole family thinks she’s demonic for taking estrogen she might as well also take the demon hrt and get some cute horns.

[the-empty-skies]

Did you know that angels can worship each other?

Did you know that demons can taint each other?

Did you know that vampires can drink each other's blood?

Did you know that domestic dolls can serve each other?

Did you know that combat dolls can give each other orders?

Did you know that hounds can hold each other's leashes?

Did you know that witches can handle each other?

Did you know that spiders can wrap each other up?

Did you know that moths can be each others light?

Did you know that dogs can pet each other?

Did you know that gems can polish each other?

[madame-helen]

[thebloodofages]

Flirting with the Commandant (the player) 😩

[forcefemdemonprincess]

Mortals often argue about whether demonic eyes are completely black or colorful glowing eyes with slitted pupils but what they don't realize is that the answer is both. We have glowy eyes with slitted pupils that expand to take over the entire eye when it's too dark or we get excited!

Kinda like a cat, y'know?

[euphorhiana]

Where are you?

Her cold hand tilts your head to the side as She leans in towards your neck. You gasp as Her fangs pierce your neck, tasting your lifeblood. She whispers: “How perfect you’ll be~” As you pant She holds a bloody wrist to your mouth, and you feel your life burning away as you taste Her.

You snap out of it.

Where are you?

Your body aches. The parts of your body that She hasn’t replaced with cybernetics feel as if they are being eaten away as Her nanites replace flesh with wire and metal inside you. Her perfect form kneels down in front of you as yet more nanites are pumped into you through your new ports. She speaks to you through the network She’s replacing your brain with: “…Oh, how sweet…” You cry out as you feel your new code force you to look up at Her.

You come to.

Where are you?

Her vines coil around your body, thorns piercing it in places. You stand together in the shallow pool of nectar in the centre of Her flower. You feel woozy as chlorophyll fills your body. When you look down you catch glimpses of green. She delicately cups your face and gives you a warm smile that sends chills down your body. “…You haven’t realised the situation you’re in~” You can’t feel your legs. Tears well in your eyes.

You wake up.

Where are you?

She is holding you flush against Her body. The upper half of it, at least. Her lower half is busy spinning a cocoon of silk around you. She hums a delicate tune as She works. The venom burns inside you. Your arms and legs itch. Spots of chitin are growing on them. It’s a deep, almost iridescent black; just like Hers. “That’s good, then~ It means we get to have even more fun~” You begin to sob.

It’s all too much.

Where are you?

“Haven’t we had so much fun touring through those delightfully colourful little fantasies of yours? Such a beautiful imagination~”

For the first time in who-knows-how-long, you regain awareness.

You’re kneeling within a glowing circle, looking down at your legs. Your skin is crimson. A tail rests curled around your legs. Your tail. “It will serve your new existence so well…” You look up. At Her.

An aura of ruinous divinity. Radiating from a perfect body. All Her attention, smiling down on you.

“My protégé. My plaything. My toy~”

You smile. You weep. You break.

“Hush now, darling, don’t worry. It’s over now~” It’s only beginning.

[stainedglassbeads]

an altrustic priest making a housecall for an exorcism, expecting to have to do some spiritual counselling and refer the afflicted to various health services as usual, but he always brings his full exorcism kit along, just in case. he arrives to find the only occupant of the isolated country home is the afflicted man, who welcomes him in most cordially. he seems fairly well and he's in good spirits, surprisingly good, though he does appear near feverish, flushed, erratically excited, and mumbles things under his breath the priest can't catch. the priest offers whatever help and solace he can provide, pledging his service. the afflicted is very grateful indeed.

as they talk over tea (the priest was too polite to refuse), the man seems far more interested in asking the priest about himself than in explaining his own woes, of which he was admittedly rather vague about in his beckoning letter. when the priest gently coaxes him to open up, he smiles, chuckling, and ushers him upstairs.

"it'll be easier to show than tell," he says.

the priest follows without a second thought. when they reach the bedroom, he doesn't realise what he's looking at until the afflicted closes the door behind. the priest swallows nervously.

"h-have you been using these restraints on yourself, trying to cope with the presence you feel?" the priest asks, words stumbling. the afllicted speaks next in two voices at once.

"no, father, we have not. they're new, in fact, but we're oh so eager to break them in. won't you help us, father? won't you relieve our burden?"

the priest's eyes go wide, flick to the door blocked by the man's form. his body seems to shift in the shadows of the bedroom, eyes flashing an unearthly light. frantically, the priest fumbles through his bag, searching for his bottle of holy water, only for it to boil in his hand when he pulls it out. he yelps and drops it to the ground with a crash and a splash, cradling his burnt and steaming hand as the man paces closer.

the afflicted voice splits.

"awh, look at him, he looks like a frightened church cat." "he looks like he's burnin' up, my love. should we help him out of those stuffy clothes?" "in due time, darling. all in due time."

when the priest begins reciting prayer after prayer, holding forth his rosary in a shaking hand, two voices overlap as they laugh, bouncing off the walls.

"we're afraid we misled you, father. we don't want you to do us part. but we do want to take you up on that offer of your services. what is it you said? 'whatever I can do to bring some relief?' hmhmhm. it feels like christmas. if you're going to keep praying, preacher, why don't you go ahead and get on your knees?"

[starspawnterror]

Hmmm, the girl who thinks it's the demon queen is actually making some really good points about some things I think.