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I got gallons of blood...
Can’t remember what it’s from.
Just clippings on the wall,
I guess it’s stuff that I have done.
I’M GONNA PAINT THIS TOWN RED
>> Kaladesh, Devourer of Angels -- Scorned... Lover??? (A continuation with @fourridersandaking )
"You never realized you were mine, Lord Lucifer. I'm confused as to why you allowed me, a fallen reject, to have a place in your mighty legion, though. If I may be honest, you were a fool to accept me into the fold..." The demon tilted his head, his expression more blank than showing that confusion he mentioned. "Perhaps I misconstrued what had happened. Perhaps..." When first he had fallen, before his acceptance into the legion, he dared to kill himself for his transgressions. He had lost his worth. And then the voice of Lucifer reached him--beckoned him into the flames of hell, where he would be accepted. "You allowed me in, and here I stand, insubordinate. You are mine, whether you acknowledge it or not."
He shook his head, his face hidden behind half of an executioner's mask. "I would appreciate you not bringing up my sight, though..." Eyes... gouged out... It brought a scowl to his lips. "I mean the mortal world, you fool--not this infernal pit." The fallen angel had yet to accept Hell as his new home. But if he was meant to accept it, then Lucifer would be his, too. And while the tone seemed to imply romanticism, he meant domination. "I know you don't agree. You would never agree, milord. Too proud, too haughty..." Kaladesh, devourer of angels... An insubordinate piece of demonic filth.
What wasn't to love?
@okanuhi >> Xevi & Souma >> Thunderstarter
“Hmm, hmm~ I’ll admit, I’m kind of jealous of your fluffy fur, mis...” The horned man leans over before nodding, “-ter pup. You’re mighty big, too. Not a normal dog, are you?” He laughed as he stood back up straight, a beaming smile plastered across his face. His dark fingers ran through the fur he could reach, ever with the dumb smile.
@fourridersandaking >> Xevi & Pestilence >> Startyr
It is with some disdain that the satyr pulls off his shoes, throwing them beside the door with little care. "My poor hooves... they’ll never get used to this," he whined as he gained a few inches, rather normal feet shifting into his battleworn hooves under the cover of a puff of felsmoke. "Pestooo, where are you? I brought you something nice to eeeeeat!" His voice dropped as he added a conditional, "But only if you eat it with me..." Sure enough, in his hand was a bag from the grocery store--hopefully the Rider liked raspberry cheesecake...
This night, he could not watch the fireflies dance near any cozy warmth he’d built. The whole long day had been full of dark clouds and constant rumbles from far above. Of course he had seen other storms in his time awake, but this one was different. The air was hot and humid, threatening to suffocate him with every breath like he was trapped in the sea. The thunder was low and growling--it rolled throughout the grass, the trees, and this cave the firelord found himself in. He had to take cover in this earthen cove, especially once he started to hear the pitter-patter of rain falling.
As the day went on, the rain grew heavier, but the thunder was silent. Not even lightning dared to dance throughout the darkened sky. He stood with crossed arms near the mouth of the root-bound cave, the water streaming past his booted feet--he wanted to recoil, but the iron and obsidian soles of his boots protected him from the dangerous element.
“Having nightmares, little skyfire? All your bluster in the sky nights prior and now you fizzle like the fireflies... You were always weak.”
In response to his taunting, it seemed like the skyfire itself needed to reply, sending an angry violet bolt down to the earth, several hundred feet away. It seemed like the accuracy of the lightning was improving. “If you are awake, then come, strike me down. You will fail.”
Another bolt, closer, illuminating the cave with hot white light. A laugh came from the firelord, who now turned on his heel and carried himself away from the entrance, into the fire-lit depths of the cave.
