#demonxangel

[redstatic5]

Heaven finally broke her.

Not Hell. Not the fights. Not the blood.

Heaven.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hi, follower and fan of your work here (particularly all the touch starved stuff)! Send me to jail if necessary, but for ages I've been wanting to see someone write this premise and I'd be delighted to see a snippet of your take on it: demon villain and angel hero at odds. Demon villain is ordered to seduce their angel hero, angel hero is ordered to make demon villain fall in love with them. They both succeed. Only if you think that'd be fun to write? Please and thank you!

There were bruises on the angel’s neck. The demon didn’t want to believe that it was possible in the first place. Two very terrible causes ran through their mind. Either, the angel had had a great time with someone else or someone or something had hurt them.

“You’re not in the mood for games, are you?”

“I…” The demon stared at the blue and purple shapes. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter.

“We could make out, if you want to,” the angel said. They were so lovely. So divine and beautiful, it touched the demon in all the right places. And seeing the bruises…

They’d lived for centuries, known creatures far beyond counting. And yet, and yet—

“No,” the demon breathed. “I don’t want that right now.”

They couldn’t stop staring. Either the angel didn’t notice or they didn’t care. Whatever it was, they continued to read in their book. Sometimes, the demon imagined a mortal life, dying when they were old and grey. And sometimes they imagined the angel would be there with them.

“Is something wrong, love?” the angel asked. They’d been spending time for half a year now. And the demon knew their plan had succeeded. The angel was theirs. Not really, but it was so close. Maybe it was just desire or the thrill of acting against the rules. Maybe all of that was why they’d felt happy for once. Unbound by any services. Living for their own desires.

“Did someone hurt you?” they asked quietly. The angel finally looked up from the heavy book.

“Why do you ask?”

“I didn’t know angels could get hurt like this,” the demon admitted. “I’ve only seen angels with swords through their chests and even then…some of them were still alive.”

“Violence isn’t the only thing that can hurt you,” the angel said. The book had their interest once again. It was a book about spells. About rituals.

The demon swallowed.

“What do you mean by that?” they asked. Their hands were shaking and they felt something they hadn’t felt before in their eternal life. It stung.

“Angels are closer to humans than to god. Maybe there is a reason for that. Maybe that’s our torment.” They closed the book gently and looked at their lover. As they tilted their head, the demon got a closer look at the abundance of marks. “Maybe we’re humans that are condemned to be immortal.”

“That’s not answering my question,” the demon remarked. They looked at their marvellous face. It was perfect through and through. They were beautiful.

“Other things than violence can hurt. Love can hurt.”

“What do you mean?” the demon insisted. Now, the demon was alarmed. Love can hurt you. What did that mean? “Who hurt you?”

“You did.” And that made them hold their breath. The demon stared at them. It was easy to imagine a perfect life without all of the suffering. Living in this modern world peacefully was a fantasy they allowed themselves often. But actually living like a human sounded horrible. All the tragedies, the loss…

“I don’t understand.”

“When I’m in great distress or feeling other very big feelings, my body starts to hurt itself. I guess that prevents me from being human. It could be part of god’s creation. I have to admit, I envy them.”

“And what are you feeling right now? Why is it my fault?” The demon knew they had to keep their voice down. Humans wanted their libraries to be quiet. The angel breathed in audibly.

“I am grieving right now,” they said, chewing on their bottom lip.

“Why are you—”

“Why do you care, really?” they asked suddenly, as if they were annoyed. “We’re just pretending after all, aren’t we?”

They were not.

[7sunny07]

Prompt Spirit.

Did I mention, that I will draw a prompt each day of May? Well... if not, now I did?

[xiheru]

Devilish Seduction

Finally I finished it x.x

It was so hard work.

There are some points I am not happy with. The shine in Hawks wings didn’t come out, as I wanted .Maybe because of the combination of the colors? I dunno. If I change the wings WHITE it looks quite BETTER but yeah.

I love it. At least I worked nearly more than one week on this picture?

Again, huge, huge thanks to @xladymali who hepled me with the pose and made me that beautiful base out of my stick figures. (Credits goes to Mali <3)

Dabi and Hawks belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Sooo, I hope you’ll like it :3

Greets Heru

[atavianoc]

Comical art XD

No one dares cross Nuri or they have to face tsede. Nuriel thinks that's cute as fuck. Oop.

This ones just a sketch!

[jackie-the-impatient-angel]

i bROKE A VASE sHIIIAAATT

[seventy-first-pillar-blog]

Memory One

You were beautiful. I remember seeing you there, sitting in the park with your knees pulled to your chest and your head tilted up to the sky. Drops of moonlight danced in your hair, and your wings rustled in the cool winter breeze.

You saw me, and it was as though my entire world stopped. The softest of smiles spread over your face, almost as though you found me beautiful. Me. A demon, and a nephilim at that. Of course, you didn't know this yet. I appeared to be but a human to you. Still, the idea that you could find me beautiful was magical in itself.

I'll always treasure that memory of you, your pale wings fluttering, your blue eyes sparkling, your gentle face caught in the moonlight. You were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and you still are.

I love you, my darling flower. My fallen angel. My Sytry.

-Dantalion

[el-oh-her]

“Why are you helping me?” the demon demanded as the angel effortlessly lifted him up, carrying him bridal style. Embarrassing.

“You’re hurt,” the angel replied as if that were a valid explanation.

“I tried to kill you!”

He chuckled. “I know, what a bastard I am--saving my enemy. I don’t think you understand the whole idea of an angel. We don’t leave anyone behind.”

“Stupid do-gooders. Just let me die,” the demon muttered.

“Shush, you’re injured.”

“Oh really, I wasn’t aware. Here I thought I was getting kidnapped by the good looking angel.”

He smirked. “Good looking angel?”

The demon averted eye contact. “You’re hard of hearing. I said do-gooder angel.”

“Well then let me finish kidnapping the demon with the nice eyes. I promise to let you go, after you’re better, of course.”