#esotericjerks

[thaumatology]

@esotericjerks Colin stares down at the circle, giving it one last check for any flaws. The lines are drawn with geometric precision, the candles placed at exact points around the rim - perhaps not strictly necessary, but he knows the dangers of making alterations to a spell without the proper study, and besides, when dealing with beings as old and powerful as the one he's trying to summon, a few extra style points usually didn't hurt. Finally satisfied with his work, he steps back, assuming a kneeling position at the base of the circle. He extends a hand, willing energy into the lines of the spell. The single electric light hanging from the ceiling flickers, and the candles flare brightly for a moment as the summoning begins. He lets out a low breath. All that's left now is to wait and see if he got everything right.

[eyeless-smiles]

"In your expert opinion, what’s the best way to kill a devil?" ((For any of ur muses!))

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"A literal one?" Gilles considers the question briefly before offering a shrug and a good-natured smile. "Can't say I've ever had the pleasure of trying..." He did give up on (attempted) demon summoning back in the 1400s. "I do like to think I'm a creative enough man to figure something out in the moment, though."

"Hm."

The Corinthian considers the criminal kingpin's answer before offering him a charming smile.

"And how about a god?"

Killing anything supernatural isn't easy. But the Nightmare isn't one to give up hope that there is some way to rid the world of its Creator. The monster finds itself drawn on a ceaseless quest to destroy an Endless.

"Say you were given the opportunity. Do you think you could?"

[incubabe]

"Riley you didn't wish me a Happy Father's Day."

@esotericjerks (better late than never.)

"Your performance hasn't been up to snuff, Pops. I had to cancel my novelty mug order and everything; don't get me wrong, it's not coal worthy, but it wasn't your best year of those in memory."

[incubabe]

you don't know my name, do you. (oh hey look a perfect sentence meme option from Zepar)

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"I have a few educated guesses." 71 or so. The pressure was undoubtedly goetic, an echo in the drums of her ears. Its origin wasn't one she cared to identify. The amount of big league devils that would be interested in a nobody like her cut it down to all of... three, maybe? It didn't strike her as much of a botanist or geologist. Had the same color... air as Sitri, same governing sin. Couldn't be Bathin, then. So reciting from her mind's eye, Riley replied.

"Zepar is a great duke, appearing as a souldier, inflaming women with the loove of men, and when he is bidden he changeth their shape, untill they maie enjoie their beloved." (And you're Sitri's bottom.) "Am I wrong?"

[incubabe]

⭐️⭐️⭐️ i demand father daughter headcanons

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. @esotericjerks

Most of Sitri's attempts to toughen Riley up have led to her firmly walking away from the threat and letting someone else deal with it. Tough love doesn't work so well on those with a healthy sense of self-preservation. Riley gets that in some way it's legitimately trying to look out for her, but she is not willing to eat a demon. (Kids these days.)

There's only so much Riley can do to keep Sitri from dropping in wherever it wants, considering it was the one who taught Riley how to make her apartment's warding. As such, Riley has demanded a penalty: watching an episode of whatever's on TV with her. So far they've gotten through Uncle From Another World and the original three seasons of Spongebob.

Riley has been considering summoning a rival member of the landed Goetia to ask them if aliens are real, possibly playing up the competition angle to grease the metaphorical wheels. She is concerned with the idea that it’s not Sitri won’t tell her, it’s that it doesn’t know.

[adevilputaside]

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A black fly buzzes through the sky above Arammu. Flies don't go to hell of course, animals in general don't, and flies are such small short lived creatures that the tiny spark of life within them barely even resembles a soul. But if anyone has told this particular fly, it doesn't seem to care.

It drifts in a lazy arc towards the palace, circling the massive stone building once before darting in through an empty window. Once inside its movements are purposeful, darting down empty corridors as it makes its way deeper in. Whenever one of the palace's inhabitants passes it it alights on a wall or ceiling, a tiny speck almost entirely beyond notice, buzzing onward as soon as it is alone once more.

As it finally arrives in the same room as the Prince it slows, its destination seemingly reached. In a jerky series of movements it scuttles across the ceiling and down to a vantage point on a nearby pillar, where it goes completely still, watching them blankly through compound eyes.

[twink-from-hell]

[ forehead ] -Sitri

He chuckles softly and leans into the kiss.

"You know, now that you're my boss, this could be considered sexual misconduct. I might have to contact HR." Smirk~ "I missed you too, Sitri."

[incubabe]

"Please don't annoy the famous serial killer into serial killing you. You're turning my hair prematurely gray." - Sitri

"That's honestly sweet of you to care, but the man's just a leech. They're all violent freaks, some are easier to manipulate than others. I'm not comfortable with him, to be sure, and if you waved your fingers and gave the local hunter's union his address, I wouldn't be upset." From the tone of her voice, there should've been a 'but...' coming, but there was not.

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