#littledemondarling

[von-eldritch]

@littledemondarling​ liked this for option 4 ig

Why were guys so adamant about pursuing her again? Sure, she was a fucking catch and she knew it, but it’s like no one understood the concept of a fling anymore. Something incredibly ironic considering that, since they were in Hell, that should be considered a much more familiar concept than an actual relationship.

Even worse, this was a chance encounter. No party full of glamorous socialites that she could pin against a wall to drive home her point. Just a random assortment of unremarkable demons. Unremarkable demons and one vaguely familiar one that was tiny enough that Hellsa could punt her like a football. A potential bridge that would probably be burned entirely should she default to her normal way of doing things.

But the clock was ticking and he was approaching. Beggars can’t be choosers, right?

Fuck.

Hellsa approaches the little cyclops, tapping her shoulder and kneeling down so she’s face to face with the other before flashing a cheery little smile. 

“Hey there sweetheart! My name’s Hellsa, and while normally I’d love nothing more than a conversation with your delightful little self I need to take care of something real quick and I need you to play along! Alright?”

Not giving the other more than a second or two to answer, Hellsa scoops the little thing up into her arms, twirls her around and plants an uncharacteristically (for her, anyways) chaste kiss on her lips. Once she’s sure the thorn in her goddamn side is gone, she pulls away but doesn’t put the adorable little sinner down, flashing an apologetic little smile that she half-feels.

“So! I’m assuming you have questions?”

[puckishperyton]

(For @littledemondarling​ from here)

Gently cradling Niffty against his increasingly tearsoaked chest, Alastor hummed softly. Clawed fingers more known for rending bodies carded absently through her hair, trying to soothe away whatever had haunted her so. “I’m here, I’ve got you...” He murmured, hoping it might be a reassurance. “Do you need anything..? I’m all ears, my dear, just say the word...”

[mcuntainbcrn]

@littledemondarling​ liked this for a starter!

She was in seemingly rare form that day - it wasn’t often that tendencies from her time in the land of the living resurfaced these day, but considering she had just born witness to a pair of demons throwing a burning trash bin into the hotel’s gardens, her actions shouldn’t come as much of a shock; roots from a flowering dogwood tree nearest the fence rearing up throw the entire burning mess right back at them, followed shortly after by the aluminum can, the echoing thud that followed cracking through the air.

“Gören...” she was already setting to work shifting more plants to throw soil over the fires that were sill active, “What a pain...”

[umbralentity]

@littledemondarling has summoned you

The shadow demon had been passively working on the electrical in one of the rooms of the hotel, not paying much attention to the fact he’d left the door open. He hadn’t noticed the small demon until he registered the sound of tiny heels on the unfinished floor. Barnaby glanced over at her for a moment before going back to his work.

“Evenin’ miss Nifty. Not much to clean in ‘ere unfortunately. I had to eh tear up the carpet because apparently the room up above started leakin’ water down ‘ere and the carpet was moldin’.”

[sinfuldclights]

@littledemondarling from here !

Charlie had been looking for Nifty everywhere. Normally it wasn’t too hard to find her, just walk down the clean areas like a trail under you spotted her at the end cleaning the dirty areas. Charlie appreciated Nifty for all she did, she was a huge part of the hotel. So Charlie had wanted to have a talk with her and let her know personally how much it meant to her that she was still around. However, she couldn’t find her. She left no stone unturned, not about to give up. Although she was growing more and more concerned. 

The blonde princess was about to just pass by the library when she heard crying. Poking her head in, she walked fully into the room, looking for the source of the miserable sound. She glanced all over, until she finally found who she was looking for. Although she hadn’t ever dreamed of finding her like this. Never like this. It made Charlie’s heart break to see her crying, and she instantly needed to find out what was wrong and how she could fix it. 

Charlie sat right there on the floor across from Nifty, offering a small, comforting smile. “Hey Nifty, are you okay?” She asked, although it was a dumb question and she regretted it instantly. Of course she wasn’t okay, otherwise she wouldn’t be crying. 

[deaddixie]

He pushes the doors to the hotel open, looking around the lobby. Huh. The flier made it seem a bit less...run down. Hell, his bar was nicer than this. Well, when it wasn’t being messed up by drunk patrons on friday nights.

Regardless, he tips up his hat with a finger, spurs jangling softly as he walks forward.

It’s surprisingly empty. Minus one little demon scurrying around. Are they the maid? Whatever. He pulls a stick of chalk out of his hat, scribbling on his portable slate before holding it up with his tail. He snaps his fingers, whistling to get their attention before pointing to the board.

‘Who’s the proprietor of this establishment? I’d like to book a room.’

@littledemondarling

[ceratioid]

“I CAN TAKE PLENTY. SHUT UP.”

[edensexile]

@littledemondarling​

“You...are quite small.” 

No, seriously, she had to pick up her heels to keep from stepping on the dimunative Sinner.