#infernoprincipe

[mus-brunneis]

Ayyyy my first art of the gay shit Ace and Kasadya have been up to.  Kas belongs to @inferno-principe

Based on this pic 

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[electorofhell]

|| @inferno-principe​ || “You expect to train in magic eating nothing but sugar? You’re as bad as Sitri.”

“Don’t attack me like that. I deserve a break don’t I? I was going to share if you ask.”

[pigeontales]

@inferno-principe

Dove, as a secretary to the emperor of Hell himself, was a very busy individual. Thankfully he was also rather quick and efficient in his work, which is why he was appointed for the job in the first place. And yet, sometimes there was just a sudden influx of work which overwhelmed him, out of seemingly nowhere. During such situations, he had no choice but to rely on others to get some of the things done in a timely manner. And thus, little Livia had set out to deliver his messages and other things while he worked on other more important tasks.

She herself was very efficient-- or perhaps it was more a case of being simpleminded. Rather than go the official, complicated route of announcing her arrival at the palace of Akri’qar and waiting to be invited in for an audience, Livia had found the balcony of the royal family’s crown prince. All she had to do was quickly deliver the message and she could be off to the next mission again, why waste precious time on bureaucracy and etiquette she didn’t even really understand?

Sidonai would perhaps notice the small imp land on his balcony already, folding her wings back upon hitting solid ground. But in case he didn’t notice her, she would knock on his window for however long it would take to be let in.

[starwraithed-a-blog]

                 ‘ you’re quite a ways from your own territory --- and my master’s. ’ he wasn’t even a pillar, he wasn’t sure why he was being sought out. his heels clicked sharply on the polished marble as he wound his way down the steps, gold cape glittering under the lights of his home as it bounced behind him. mamon let out a small huff and placed a delicate hand to his jutted hip. icy pools stared through his long lashes and his brows were furrowed tightly. ‘ this can’t be something to do with master dantalion nor my brother, so would you like to explain what it is that brought you here? ’ he was sure it wasn’t gold, anyone who breathed his name knew not to dare ask from greed himself for such. it was his after all.

@inferno-principe // sc.

[therealearltrancy]

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[winged-gentleman]

@inferno-principe

(( In which Sidonai is being an overbearing dad to his son Liran, and we find out that Dove’s daughter Vivian inherited his sass ))

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[hcngedmcn-blog]

@inferno-principe

Sidonai had grown quite bored of this party. There was nothing fun to do. It was simply a gathering of political allies trying to make good impressions with others. It was the only reason he and his father were in attendance. If it were up to the prince, he would’ve remained at home. But his interest was piqued as he noticed a familiar face sitting in the corner of the room. He had sat himself next to Dantalion, his hand ever so slyly placing itself upon the duke’s toned leg. He was going to tease him a bit now. He knew it made the man clearly uncomfortable, but he considered it payback for beating him up.

“Look at you, sitting here all by yourself. Surely I thought someone as charming as you would be swarming with women wanting to dance. Or are you just not interested?” His hand slid ever so slowly up his leg, resting now on his upper thigh. “I’m not too interested either. I think I’ve found something more intriguing.”

                 his straight nose wrinkled as his lips curled into a snarl at the scent swirling around them. This is entirely why he hated incubi and their damned pharamones. respectful or not in a public place, he certainly wasn’t going to treat the brat with any respect --- he never deserved nor earned such a thing, he only assumed he did. one would think, he would have learned by now, to not tease and mock him.

                 immediately, a gloved hand reached down and snatched the young demon’s hand and he squeezed tightly. others were looking and he learned far too much from his master to be sweet and polite while entirely breaking someone’s bones. so, he grinned and yanked sidonai closer, “ i’m not interested in the party either, and unfortunately for you, i’m simply not interested either. ” he squeezed tighter, “ so, are you going to behave like a good boy or am i in need of shattering the bones in your hand? choose wisely. ”

[klcydcll]

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              dressed in the usual attire of blues, whites  &  purples  /  Sitri stood. when in the presence of HELL; he felt obligated to uphold that status which cradled him so. ( it meant having to portray impression after impression on other members of the court’s demons  &  servants, alike ! ) honestly, to rid himself of such TEDIOUS social events would do him well  -  he only wished he could return to William’s side and stuff his face with those sweetened treats the boardroom had on display. ( he might even be drooling just thinking about it ... )

             darting his tongue across his lips, Sitri has no choice but to turn on his heel aware of another at his side. “ Grand General, “ he does not bow; not even out of respect ( Baalberith’s household does no such thing in the face of others ! ) “ the food here is ... awful. “ indeed, he is TRYING to make small talk.