#dmc!seph

[calamitysshatteredson]

Figured I may as well share this thought while I’m having it in regards to DMC/demon!Seph.

Kyrie: It’s almost Halloween!  Do you know what that means? Sephiroth: *thinks for a very long time*  Humans are sweetened by candy before demons begin hunting them? Kyrie: No.

[calamitysshatteredson]

Are you an angel? Because your looks are too beautiful to comprehend

Very slowly, almost as if he’s afraid to move at all, the demon bows his head to look down at himself.  With plenty of practice, he’s managed to appear almost human.  Sometimes his horns poke out a bit from his always silver hair, and his eyes never change; his fingernails tend to wind up a bit sharpened no matter how careful he tries to be, but he does try.  Waking up with a tail some mornings is simply unavoidable.

But despite all of the effort, he is still a demon.  Not many humans can sense that.  But to be mistaken for an angel?  That’s strange at the very least, ridiculous at best.  Revealing his wings would take much too much energy, so instead he shows his bare palms.  “I am not an angel.”  He explains slowly.

Then his palms start to shift just a little, to morph and split and suddenly--  Large, otherworldly eyes of glowing green and cat-slit pupils stare back from his hands.  “These would form in a different color if I were divine.”  He attempts to educate in good faith.

[calamitysshatteredson]

Demon Seph just pouting with a bag of Cheetos in the corner because of all these other demons getting fed.

[calamitysshatteredson]

@cantusgratia

Because sharing: great big slightly terrifying (to most folks) demon!Seph being around human children.  He understands what they are, in theory, and knows that he needs to be more careful around them, but is also in a constant state of bewilderment because they don’t make any sense.  Except that sometimes they make more sense than fully-formed humans.  And that just makes less sense.

And there’s probably one or two who are absolutely terrified of him, but he might attempt to share food like he’s trying to win over a skittish animal.  ...Not that he knows what to do when they actually decide he’s not so scary.

[calamitysshatteredson]

@mantiic

Apparently humans had things called festivals.  Sephiroth, unsurprisingly, found them fascinating; loud, colorful celebrations filled with food and things which there were most certainly names for, and he hoped he might learn them eventually.  Of course the food took most of his attention, both familiar and exotic (as far as he was concerned), but also--

Amongst the things that street vendors sold were very aesthetically pleasing... baubles.  Random sparkling objects which caught his eye.  He didn’t understand phrases like “costume jewelry” or “glass jewels”, and it hardly mattered; his attention had been caught by an elaborately gaudy pendant hanging from an overly simple chain, comprised of an enormous faceted purple jewel surrounded by rhinestones and a draping waterfall of crystal beads and plastic pearls.  It reminded him a little of Kyrie, truth be told, though he wasn’t sure if it was the kind of item that would make for a gift.

Not that it mattered much, as he quite liked it himself.  It was easily bought along with another snack, ignoring all of the stares and double-takes from each merchant as he wandered toward far more private streets and alleys, to eat and openly gaze at his prize.  Odd to have something which took his interest that wasn’t edible, chain draped over his fingers as he held it up to sparkle with the late afternoon light, content.

[calamitysshatteredson]

“But I am a demon.”  He states almost helplessly.  As if that’s supposed to mean so very much on its own; and it does, to another demon.  But he doesn’t know how to say it, how to make it understood--

He’d left, yes.  Technically.  Physically.  He’d managed to find his way to the human world and live rather comfortably.  But by his very nature, his very existence, there is no escaping, no freedom.

“If I am to be... reclaimed by Hell, then I cannot refuse.”  By his mother, by whoever rules; independently-minded as he may be, individually he is powerless.  “I cannot fight.  I cannot stay.  I am not human.  I will always be--  Tethered.”

[calamitysshatteredson]

@nerowasheredanteisaloser

He didn’t understand, really.  In the demon realm, intimidation was how you survived if you didn’t want to be devoured.  Even in “human form”, he was about eight towering feet of muscle, with impossibly lengthy silver hair and a sword neatly as long as he was tall.  That was all very good, as far as he was concerned.

Like it seemed very good that he’d started a man out of his bag of fast food, taking one look at the imposing figure with shining green cat eyes and then dropping his order and running the other direction.  To Sephiroth, it was a compliment mostly.  Plus--

Well, the food was good.  He had no names for these things, for the salt or the grease or the chili sauce, but it was very, very good and he very much wanted to know more.  Taste more.

But, not knowing all that much about the human world or human customs, the demon didn’t necessarily see the trouble with staying in the alley and continuing to try scaring passers-by out of their food rather than just going around the corner and attempting to purchase some for himself.  (Despite red orbs maybe or maybe not technically being acceptable human currency.)

[calamitysshatteredson]

The Angst Process: an Example

DMC!Seph: *tol shapeshifting demon sweetheart with a particular love of human food and solid surfaces* DMC!Seph: *tries so hard to human but it's just never going to work* DMC!Seph: *exists vaguely for some amount of weeks, reasonably peacefully, and mostly for comedy*

Me: ...Okay but what if-- DMC!Seph: *quietly*  No. Me: --He's actually legit terrified of going back to Hell-- DMC!Seph: *less quietly*  No. Me: --Because he escaped rather than just left, for more than just the food-- DMC!Seph: NO.