#infernalmatriarch

[houseofasmodeus]

@infernal-matriarch asked:

"Hey. How you holdin' up, Oz?" Athan would come to sit next to him, offering a weak smile. Though her movements seemed more sluggish, and her usually vibrant purple scales seemed duller, sickly almost.

                  His sight was completely locked onto blank bond paper in attempt to put words into ink. With  war inevitable, there were perpetrations that needed to be put in place. Maybe it was a long shot or something that'd kick him in the ass in the future in regard to getting assists from Heaven but Ozzie couldn't think of any other way they were gonna stop Satan without their help. Wouldn't surprise him if Michael completely expected to hear from him know how bad this was going to get.

That didn't make the asking part any less difficult however.

The Sin's wounds were cleaned up once he and Beelzebub returned safely from Lust and managed to change clothes into something less restrictive and casual. He was about to take a sip of his glass of Beelzjuice until he heard Athan's voice, eyes shifting towards her.

❝ Hey Athan, ❞ Ozzie greeted her as he rested his pen while she joined him at the table. There was a short span of silence before he'd respond to her question.

                  ❝ I'm....holding? It's just been a long day. ❞ And that felt like an understatement. With everything thrown at him, he still struggled to process it all even within the current calm.

[eldritchgrin]

@infernal-matriarch A Bloody Meet Cute (Alastor and Stella)

When The Radio Demon was on the hunt, sinners knew to keep their heads down and to keep out of his path. Unless you wanted to become a living dinner for the Overlord, wailing in pain as he feasted on their innards. A grotesque buffet of sounds and violence to satisfy his desires.

And that was just what he was in the middle of. The beautiful shrieks of a vivisection, as claws tore free guts from the inside the sinner. His tentacles restrained his meal, a soft sound of jazz playing as an accompaniment to his feeding. Anyone with half the sense in pride had made themselves scarce at the horrific sounds of the cannibal feeding.

He heard the clicking of heels against the street as muscle was torn free with brutal snap. The deer demon straighten up, a tentacle silencing his meal. Red eyes were bright and the radio dials ready the threaten whichever Overlord dared to interrupt his private time.

The threat was blinked away, though the ever present grin remained when he caught sight of the hellborn bird demon, with her long elegant feathers and immaculate dress. He nodded softly, recognizing the power and station she walked with.

"Pardon my scene, My lady," His tentacles wrapped a bit tighter around the meal, to pull it out of her way, leaving a trail a of blood in it's wake. He inclined his head gently, giving her a slight bow. Ever the gentleman, even when with face was covered in blood from feeding.

"I apologize for the mess,"

[hclluvahctel]

"YOU BEST BE CAREFUL WITH THAT ONE, MISS CARMINE, he'll be after your CHEESE next."

[nufimuses]

@infernal-matriarch cont (xx)

"Calm the britches you ain't got on darling" He snorted giving her a toothy sly grin. "We both got our own little reputation to uphold. My men and and others would find it odd if I of all people slept with a Goeita." He didnt say the last part with any disgust or venom. It wasn't like he used to utter the word, not after last night.

It did not feel like some fling or an after thought. He couldn't believe how invested into he was. "You know though you are right. You aren't a whore, despite how I teased you with that name last night." The Imp crawled out of his side of the bed to sit next to her. Striker sat in silence. What to say to break the tension?

"Be honest with me, did you mean all those..whispers of affection?" He let the question hang it was more than a Yes or No to that question with the answer. It was a statement on if pleasure should be mixed more with this business maybe even more than pleasure. A few sharp fingers traced her hand carefully. Striker breathing in then looking at her.

[hellmxses]

@infernal-matriarch asked ;

"Nice digs you got here!" Don't mind Miku currently lounging on a sofa in Velvette's studio as if she owned the place. Actually, how the fuck did she even get past security-? - @infernal-matriarch

What the fuck? Velvette had to stop, stare, blink a few times, and then stare for a little longer just to make sure she hadn't just come back alive by some cruel twist of fate. Of all the people to be sat in her studio, Hatsune fucking Miku? The second thought was much similar to Miku's - how did she get in here? At least Velvette is quick to wipe the shock off her face, quickly replaced with intrigue.

"You're the one who hacked onto everyones screens." She starts, nonchalant, far too casual. "Can I ask how you managed to get in here?" Sue her. She's curious and she needs to know, for the sake of future proofing.

[queen-of-prophecy]

@infernal-matriarch

"My Queen."

Vine rarely approached others with severity. Most of the time, getting her to be serious was an entire show in of itself. But her expression was grave, and her intent very clear.

"Apologies for dropping in on you. But I may have a means of curing Mammon."

[sinfuldxgenerates]

❝ Disgusting... ❞

[dwindlingambition]

starter for @infernal-matriarch

William's eyes went wide as he noticed the other angel. "You?" He'd stated as a wry smile formed on his lips. "If it isn't the golden child herself. I thought I wouldn't see you again." The angel added on as he waved at the other. Yet despite seeing her, he couldn't help but feel a heaviness in his chest. The other angels and demons were not fans of his. Most of his siblings held him at arm's length for not choosing a side. For that reason, he was cursed to wander through the mortal world. Watching and observing as creation went and died.

"How have you been, Gabriel?" Of course, he was happy to see her and to hear from her again.