#ihrun

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"Gamal! Holy fuck, I gotta tell you this, you're gonna shit!" Ihrun spoke frantically as he hauled ass into the room, dropping himself directly onto Gamal's lap like the most demanding cat. To hell with personal space, he had gossip. "So, okay, you know how Mr. Prissypants has been making himself at home around here? Well, I overheard a conversation between him and Azhekh - I think he's gonna end up the next baby dinner!"

Gamal was ALWAYS a sucker for gossip. Any kind of gossip, really, but gossip about other demons - especially his shithead cousin - was just a bonus. He listened intently, but when he learned the secret, his mouth fell open in shock. “You’re kidding.” He couldn’t believe it. Lothaire of all people? With the king? It was a strange couple for sure, but he wouldn’t lie - he kinda liked the idea of Lothaire being eaten by baby spiders. Fuck family bonding. “Huh, I guess I always knew Lothaire would be a family man.” A horrible grin spread across his face, witty and wicked, and he gave Ihrun a little pat on the face. “You know what? Fuck it. They deserve each other. I hope they make ugly babies that enjoy the taste of albino demon flesh. I’m sure as hell not gonna be the godfather.”

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"Hide your face so the world will never find you." Ihrun advised the increasingly grotesque Gamal, still content to lie on the floor and not move. He felt if he moved he might be tempted to do something awful in the hopes of finding some kind of relief to his own problems, even if that hope was slim. "Seriously, what's happening to everyone? It's like we all got cursed! Go figure, demons of all people being cursed."

Gamal of all people didn’t feel as though he had the worst curse. Sure, he was getting used to this new, changed body, but he was rather proud of his new fearsome appearance. With an ego as big as his, he never found himself hideous. Even now, he knew he looked damn good, even if ‘damn good’ was having sharp gnashing teeth and huge claws for hands.

“It’s as if we deserved it.” he said, barely able to close his lips enough to pronounce words with absolute perfection. “Of course, I can’t think of a single thing I’ve ever done to deserve being cursed, but maybe it was just a mistake on my part.” He attempted a smirk, but with his altered face, it looked more like an awkward grimace. He sat down on the floor, clawed feet stretched out in front of him, and patted Ihrun on the head with one monstrous hand. “Don’t worry, little shit, this too shall pass.”

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"Hey Camel, I brought you a gift." Ihrun claimed before dropping three many-legged horrors into Gamal's lap. They seemed the perfect mix of Ihrun and Azhekh's genes, complete with spider bodies and shitty little wings that barely kept them hovering when they weren't crawling all over their new jungle gym clicking and chirping like crazy. "These are mine. They're older than they look, but aging is weird for this kind of hybrid I guess. I mean, Azhekh's ancient and he doesn't look a day over 200."

Holy shit, there were babies right there in Gamal’s lap. He leaned in close to them, watching their little eyes stare up at him, and whispered hoarsely: “Baaaaabieeeeeeesssssss.” Of course, this was mainly just to spook the little things, as he sat back and laughed to himself as the little ones wiggled around, probably more willing to go back to playtime than to sit with some strange demon creep.

“Don’t tell me you mated with that guy!” Gamal could see the resemblance, but he wanted to believe it was some kind of sick joke. Surely Ihrun wouldn’t have been involved with that spoilsport, right? “Maybe I’ve gotta get some incubus powers to at least get the guy to like me. I don’t think he’s ever hated anything as much as he hates me right now.” He lifted up one of the spider god babies, holding it high above him not unlike a famous scene from The Lion King. “If he caught me handling these little dumplings, I think he’d feed me to his newborns.”

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"This is such fucking bullshit. The humans get the puppy bowl and kitten olympics! What do we get? Fire, brimstone, and ink stains everywhere." Ihrun complained loudly to anyone who would listen, kicked back in a chair definitely not meant for him. "And thousands of half-spider god babies in what's essentially our basement. What if I wanted to store shit long-term? Can't because Legion's Daycare is down there!"

Being cooped up was one thing, but being cooped up with other demons and strange creatures was something completely different. Gamal was an annoying piece of shit, though, and found nothing more entertaining than watching other people get frustrated…even other demons. Ihrun was different, though. Ihrun was his friend for whatever reason, even though most would think no one could tolerate Gamal’s obnoxious ass for too long, and he had some kind of sensitivity towards him and his troubles.

“Right?” He agreed enthusiastically. “I feel your pain. It’s like a goddamn ocean of scurrying little urchin down there, or at least I imagine it is because someone won’t even let me see the babies.” He was sore about Azhekh’s naturally strong aversion to him and hatred for the mere thought of him getting anywhere near his children. But man, the desire to teach them some horrible language was so very powerful. “You know, I spent a lot of time stuck in a tomb, but I’d go back to that in a heartbeat if I had to spend the rest of my existence cooped up in a dwelling with my frilly ass cousin. I’ve seen his house, it’s horrible. Full of antiques like some Sherlock Holmes wannabe bullshit. So I understand what you’re going through. As for the ink stains…” he glanced down at the seat he had placed himself in, noticing the black stain on the arm of the chair. “Well, do you have any alcohol? I mean, for rubbing. Though, drinking couldn’t hurt either.”

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Ihrun didn't like to consider himself necessarily violent, especially towards other demons, but a dare was a dare and he couldn't say no. Well, he could, but that's quitter talk! He acted as though he was simply walking by, casual as ever and not minding Lothaire at all. He waited until the last possible moment to strike, reaching out with a clawed hand to deliver a harsh SMACK to the white-skinned demon's face.

Lothaire should have been suspicious that something was going on when Ihrun began to walk past without saying or doing anything ridiculous. Then again, perhaps this was just a nice little change of pace. He was about to offer a polite smile, but that was when the grin was knocked straight off his face with a rough slap against his precious porcelain skin.

It knocked the wind right out of him, forcing him to stagger backwards clumsily, a monstrous hand lifted to touch the reddening spot on his face that would most definitely be there to stay for a short while. “What in heaven’s name?!” he asked, moving his mouth to crack his jaw. His whole face felt a little off-kilter after that smack, but maybe it was just the pain talking. “What has come over you?! For the love of…”

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"I don't want to hear about it. It would only irritate and arouse me to the point of sexual insanity." Ihrun explained while lounging oh so casually against Gamal, using him as a dual purpose BFF and a piece of furniture. "Nobody wants a supercharged incubus running around. That leads to lots and lots of horrible little babies, you know? So talk to me about something other than how to piss off your aristocratic ass of a cousin. Tell me all about YOU."

Gamal wouldn’t lie, he kinda wanted to see more horrible little incubus babies. They must be pretty damn adorable, albeit completely troublesome, and both were qualities he could agree with. “About me?” he asked with a grand display of a hand on his chest, eyes glowing in utter delight. Finally, someone was asking him to talk about his favorite subject: himself. “Well, once upon a time, in the ancient North African world, I was a god. Did I ever tell you that? Mmhmm, it’s true. Some would have you believe I didn’t deserve that title, like that spider ‘king’…” he said his name in such a way that would bring into question whether he was really a king or not. “But it’s one-hundred percent true. And then some. I have no idea why they stopped believing in my powers, it’s such a horrible injustice. Don’t you just hate it when humans get smart? Well, anyway, I went into a loooong sleep for years and years, and just within the last century, I felt a tug returning to me! They’re talking about me again, believing in me; isn’t that exciting? Anyways, I could go on and on forever if you let me...Will you let me?” He flashed a devilish smile, fit with fluttering eyes and sharp, shining teeth.

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"You can’t wake up, this is not a dream." Ihrun explained, drawing circles on the table with a sharp nail and scratching little lines in the surface. "Lucky for you, I'm completely real. A dream come true, am I right?" He said, jumping on the table and spreading out to pose seductively, fluttering his eyelashes at the poor bastard who had summoned him. "You should consider yourself very fortunate. I've never shown up to someone who wasn't asleep, you know."

Asreal was staring to think this was a mistake, calling Ihrun here. He never thought it would be this way. As Ihrun jumped up on the table to lay across it like the most problematic French girl, he wasn’t sure if he was entertained by his behavior or worried that this was all just a cover for something much more sinister. He was like that - always worrying that things weren’t what they seemed. Maybe it was from personal experience. After all, Asreal wasn’t exactly what he seemed to be either.

“Is that true?” he asked, blinking his eyes swiftly. He didn’t like taking his gaze off of Ihrun for too long, but he was starting to believe what he said about not killing people. After all, if he could have killed him, wouldn’t he have done it by now rather than teasing him? “What makes me so special?”

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"You know what time it is, Gamal?" Ihrun asked while spraying his hand with whipped cream, completely covering it in a thick layer of the sugary treat. "Smack cam time, except without the camera." He disappeared from the spot, getting a bit closer before a quick hard flap of his wings brought him flying out of the shadows, zooming passed Lothaire and delivering a harsh cream-covered slap to the face.

Gamal absolutely could not wait to see what happened, hiding himself in the shadows as he watched Lothaire carry on his business, completely unaware of the shitfest that was about to hit him right in his dumb, pretty face. Lothaire himself was aware for a split second, seeing Ihrun flying towards him, but he was unable to do a damn thing as that hand smacked hard across his face and covered it in cold, fluffy dessert topping. His hands raised to the sides of his face, hovering near as if he just couldn’t believe what had transpired. Then, after the longest silence, he wiped at his face and grumbled loudly to himself, waving the whipped cream off of his hands. “I cannot believe of all the rotten, of all the ridiculous pranks! I have never been so insulted in my whole life!” He was pissed, but at least it was delicious.