#hijous

[funa-muse-sea]

It was nice to just get away from it every now and again.  Hopefully this time he won’t have his boss crying on his shoulder about that flame devil.  It wasn’t like Yagi didn’t appreciate that Satanick came to him for advice, but trying to give that devil relationship advice considering...well, that...was an issue all it’s own.

He’d never really been the best with that kind of stuff.  Just thinking about it wanted to make him drink even more.

He gripped his beer glass tightly as the events of that moment ran through his head in vivid clarity.  The searing pain, the sanguine of blood, the glint of a cruel knife from the woman he had once loved.

The goat demon shook his head and downed nearly half of the glass of beer, hoping that liquor would wash away those memories. The last thing he needed was another issue popping up when he was trying to relax.

[fumus]

It was a familiar sight, one that stirred feelings of contempt and rage into him.  All around him lay the bodies of angels, blood and ichor seeped into the war-ridden ground of Pitch World.

Fumus looked down on the pathetic angels, those who once sung his great name and bowed at his feet.  The feeling was a little different when it wasn’t him who left them broken and bloody on the floor. 

In fact, the fact that he did should have made them stronger than this.  He should have known that something like this would happen.

No matter. As pissed as he was, nothing would bring them back now.

Cold eyes glanced up as feathers crunched beneath his business shoes and he walked through carnage.  In the midst of the battered bodies he spied the source of the massacre.

Roc.

“So, you’re the one who did all of this? If I didn’t think of you as shit on the bottom of my shoes, I’d be impressed with your body count.”

[sinfulplaguedoctor]

examine me, you fuck (hijous)

It’s you coworker, if you can really call him that.

He’s an odd fellow. You’re aware that he has a penchant for lobster women and he has basically no emotions, but he still intrigues you somehow. You can’t quite put your finger on it but he strikes you to the core in ways no one ever has. 

Despite this, you’re really too afraid to be close to someone like that because they’ll wreck you again.

[just-a-normal-demon]

Rodise wasn’t the kind of person who really had anything too bizarre happen to him.  He pretty much lived an uneventful life, at times to the point of monotony, where he’d have to act  on his devilish nature to stir up some sort of fun for himself.

In the midst of all of the chaos in Pitch World, he seemed to just ignore it and act as if it existed in another dimension.  The only things that really got in his way were the copious amounts of rain from his ever-weeping devil.

It was groan worthy at best.

But today was a little different.  Today he came across what looked like a murder scene in action.  Sure, it was typical to find blood and bodies, but usually it just seemed like they had been there for a while, but there was actually someone towering over one of the fallen.

Rodise was transfixed on this figure, and a thousand questions pelted his mind as he stood there like some spectator.

“What the hell?”