#devilinviolet

[arcanelokadottir]

@devilinviolet The night sky lit up,if only for a brief moment. It was as if the sky itself split in half just to spew out this odd object that fell to the ground. It crashed into the paved road and what appeared from the rubble was a woman, horribly mangled with matted hair. Once shining sapphire eyes were lackluster. But soon her appearence changed but there were still some fresh wounds. She weakly crawled out of the crater and hobbled into an alley. Arcane tried to catch her breath but then she heard the scratching of claws on stone and was ready to accept her fate again as she was ambushed by 3 demons

[daughterofnero]

Kiss ((I can only return the favour :3c ))

Meme || Closed

The little girl looked up at her dad staring off at something she couldn’t see and reached for his human hand, kissing one of his finger tips and the back of his hand before lightly tugging on Nero’s arm for him to pick her up. As his attention turned to her, Myra kissed his knuckles quickly, spurred on by the memories of grown-up gossip her teachers hadn’t known she’d heard and how badly she’d wanted to storm in and yell at them that her Papa was the best and the nicest, even if he got grumpy sometimes. 

Then she was up in the air, Nero lifting her up and settling her on his hip, where Myra could finally reach his face. Once settled, she reached for Nero’s face to pull him a little closer so she could kiss his forehead and then his nose, the same way he did when tucking her in for the night. Then Myra showered Nero’s cheek with kisses as she announced gleefully “I’m kissing you to pieces, Papa!”

[daughterofnero]

@devilinviolet  continued from (X)

Myra took a step back, knuckles white from her grip on the gun. “Dad please, I don’t want to, but I will shoot you!” He’d snap out of this soon enough. Yes, he had to, if not she didn’t know what she would do. Shoot him? So she told the both of them. But could she really?

[daemonis-filius-blog]

Sparring Match

@devilinviolet continued from here

Cerulean eyes narrowed as the other had the gall to laugh at him. He couldn’t control what happened yesterday. In fact he had downed a whole bottle of vodka, compliments of Dante, to forget it ever happened. Now he was a bit hungover and more then pissed. Not saying a word he kicked out aiming for a place below the belt, making it slow so it was easy to dodge if the other could quit laughing that is.

[firemoonlily]

I am officially a disgusting pun maker

[spardafilius-blog]

@devilinviolet​ liked for a starter; v: the corrupt

This was a familiar feeling, the one of being reborn. Of harnessing power and hate. He’d escaped through one of the various hell gates that had popped up throughout the city. Where his brothers had sauntered through, where his Master sent him. He had more restrictions after Mundus had healed him a second time, after he’d been recalibrated. Honed once again into the weapon he had been before. 

But he went where his master bid him, and so the devil had led an army through the portal that remained after the pesky humans had ended their initial plans.They would retake this world quickly, and this time they wouldn’t have to rely on pesky humans to wear themselves down first.

But first, there was something he needed, whose power he felt as clear as his connection to his master. Part of Mundus’ reasons for letting him leave. He could not fight as hard without it, and in the Dark Lord’s hands, it was a means to an end.

Yamato sang to him, and as armored boots crunched through the edges of the dilapidated city, the devil vowed he would get it back by any means necessary. His master would not tolerate two failures in a row, after all.

[demon-blood-youths]

@devilinviolet encounters the Phantom

“Honestly...”A  shadowy figure sighs as he walks over to a person of authority that is now crawling onto the floor injured. “Why did you run?” He asked him. “Shouldn’t you fight back more or do you like beating people down that don’t defend themselves because you know you get away with it and they can’t if they did opposite?”

“In the past, yes. But now? I highly doubt it. You should of expect this. That this is coming to you. ”The masked phantom chuckles under his mask as he defeating this man’s squad of five with little effort. He deflected their bullets and ends up slashing them across earlier. “There’s no way of it now. G” He draws his sword from his sheath. “Goodnight...”He raises it in the air as he points the sword’s blade downwards, going to give the blow upon his prey.

[luxlunaeortus-blog]

☾ || The sun had finally descended, the blazing orange hue gradually consumed by darkness as little tufts of white clung to the skies, drifting leisurely without clear direction. Having recently shifted into the sleeping pattern of a night owl (not to mention the blinding effects bright light had on the young woman), Solandra often left just after night fell upon the city.

Eyelids part far too slowly, the haze of drowsiness coiled ‘round her slender frame still, alcohol taking its toll – sending waves of throbbing pains unto a damaged mind. Whilst part of her believed that she was in hands of comfort, the ruckus occurring around her stated otherwise.

‘Already at the bar, huh?’

Stormy irises glaze over the interior of the bar sluggishly – from right to left and back ‘till lashes fall low, capturing the sight of a contained glistening amber substance laid before her. The curves of her lips threatened a smile, just barely lifting. Reddened fingertips inched towards the glass carefully, fingers sliding against the sleek texture until her palm could rest upon the petite glass.

With knees pressed against one another, she kept distance between feet and positioned them slightly inwards, toes almost facing the same direction whilst lifting the glass towards pursed lips. An unwavering gaze was set against the door, curiosity nipping at the back of her mind, almost eager to snatch a glance at the next face to enter.

@devilinviolet​