Your fate was sealed before you took your first breath...
...
They never loved you..
...
Why would they?
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
It all started with your parents. Both were spoiled rotten brats who never achieved anything they never got along well until...
They saw her.
Every person who did always said the same thing. A beautiful woman dressed in white with dress that perfectly defined all her curves. Hair flowing with the gentle wind she always brought, face so soft that just one look could make all your problems disappear. "She is an angel..." They say hypnotized by her deep blue eyes that reminded them of ocean and that soft melody they would hear when she spoke.. And oh her voice was so heavenly that it could make the strongest devils melt for her. When your parents saw them they couldn't help but submit to her pleases to join the community that she has been taking care of for generations, saying it's a safe space for people exactly like them... The heavenly paradise.. Thats what it's called, a place for everyone looking for gentle care and love. Home to every person who's trying to survive... When they hear it they instantly agreed with eagerness you couldn't imagine they have, a stable place for troublemakers like this? At this point they were the embodiment of pure chaos with the way they lived.. Yet still a simple please from the woman was strong enough to erase the memories of their past, ready to begin...
Their end.
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
First few weeks nothing ordinary has happened.. Your parents were living their best life in the never ending paradise they now called home. Sometimes the woman would come and gather people to pray together.. From the bottom of the stairs with the way the light was shining softly from the sky she looked unreal. "I will guide you all to your happiness" she said with that angelic voice that embraced everyone gathered, it felt like a hug from a mother and that's what they people called her. There were two rules..
I. We pray at the same time everyday
II. Coming out at night without the mothers permission is strictly forbidden
No one knew what exactly happens if you break the second rule but those who can't sleep at night hear a soft, delicate sound that can be described as breaking a poki stick...
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
One night there was a gentle knock on your parents bedroom door followed by a sweet voice "Excuse me.. I'd like you two to come outside with me, I'll be waiting" With those words said your parents jumped right from their beds sprinting to the door of the many dojo they lived in. Opening the front doors they saw her, standing among the flowers moonlight just at the right angle as she turned to them with a smile...
"Congratulations you two.. You'll have your child in 7 months from now on"
The two young people stood in the doorway, their faces pale as their hands began to shake. It didn't take long for the yound woman to collapse on the floor, clinching her stomach tears threatening to fall from her eyes. The man just stood frozen unable to comprehend what he heard because.. "We've never did that before..." He whispered looking at the sobbing woman next to him, hands trembling, pupils shrinking, he could feel his hand raising ready so slap the woman in the face but before he could even yell... His head was cut off. Blood splashed everywhere even on the flowers which now were also gone...? "Where am I?" The terrified woman said before her eyes landed on her so called "husband" she cheated on. She let out a raw, throat hurting scream as she couldn't stop staring at the mans now empty eyes.
"How... Could this happen.. It was never in the rules.."
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
"There are four most important rules here kids!"
The oldest person in the paradise said as she and two newcomers had sat on the floor.
The woman twitched as she heard a laugh.. But not the usual laugh, it was cruel, humiliating as if someone was having fun looking at her in pain... the worst part? The bubbling sound that came with it. Turning around she had to cover her mouth not to puke all over herself, what she saw was like scenes from horror movies. A one singular tree, standing tall among the darkness there wasn't any leaves in sight or the gentle wind that you were always met after coming out on the morning. It wasn't there. Just nothingness and that stench of blood and decomposing corpses.. Ah yes, I forgot to mention the thousands of humans hanging from the tree, they all had one thing in common... Their hearts were ripped off. "Do you see that? Thats what awaits you" the mothers gentle voice reached the woman's ears but the shadow standing behind her was way bigger than the mother.. And.. Why does it have the claws..? Looking up the woman choked on her scream at what she saw... It was.. A monster people would say but she knew better.. It was a devil. It's white body was basically shining in the darkness making it's features more visible. Huge body with broad shoulders and arm that were a size of two whole trucks stacked on each other at the end the hand was decorated with black long claws that could probably make atoms split it two. The worst part about it? The head, the mouth, the eyes everything was just so terrifing. All the woman was thinking about is to escape, a natural, animalistic response to danger. She managed to get up and started running as fast as she possibly could. The devil only laughted at her pathetic ways to escape, getting closer and closer every step she took. Finally sticking out it's hand and grabbing the woman the devil brought her to it's opened mouth full of teeth in different rows. "No! No! Please! Mother! I'll do everything! Just d.. Don't kill me!" The woman screamed in desperation having that bit of hope that she'll be spared. The devils empty eyes met hers as it slightly turned it's head to the side, was it thinking? Maybe.. because moments later it started laughing hysterically as the woman begged through her tears constantly. Suddenly she had fallen on the ground as a sharp claw threatened to slice her neck open. "Listen human I have a deal for you..." It said smiling widely showing it's rows of teeth "O-Of course mother! What is it!" The way the woman said it was so desperate and pathetic the devil couldn't help but laugh...
"I will spare your life mortal.. In exchange I want to own your child and it's soul"
"Deal! It's... It's a deal! I agree mother!"
"Very well human..."
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
7 months later you were born. The first person you saw was the mother... In her humanoid form of course. Your biological mom was already out of the country, in desperate act of running away. But she didn't last long, the nightmares of that one night were torturing her to the point that she hanged herself in her little apartment, she was found two weeks later already decomposing but there was something missing... Her heart. And you, all you really remember is mother kissing your forehead and saying..
"I'll see you when the time comes, my child"
Before everything went black.
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
A young woman was getting ready for work, putting on her suit and grabbing her stuff before heading towards the door, when she opened them she saw....
my chainsawman oc’s filler doodles +mini fic at end feat angel devil bc that’s the only person in her life atp omg I need to draw rory w more ppl😭
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑ 𓂃⊹ ࣪
Rory picks out several boxes of chocolates at the local convenience store near her job—a devil hunter despite being a fiend herself—angel devil trails behind rory, still watching his surroundings closely even in [probably] the safest, child-filled room ever, the two relatives looking out of place in a crowd of parents, couples, kids running around etc.
She hums to herself, slowly making her way to the register after noticing nothing new in stock—Rory didn’t know what she was expecting, the only time they brought out somewhat new stuff was on valentine’s day. Angel groans as if he’s being forced to be here and doesn’t just follow her around everywhere anyway “Ry-ry, are you seriously gonna buy all that..? with just this months pay check?? What about…uhm,” He looks up from the floor to the back of her head, brunette mixed with coral curls framing it almost like a teddy bear would. “Rent..? Orrrr….buying genuine food and necessities maybe?????”
The love devil chuckles softly, plopping her bag onto the cashiers’ counter as she steps back to link both of their arms together, lazily yet sweetly swinging it back and forth in a mini often gesture as they [she specifically] waits “Did you even listen to anything I just said—“
The cashier pops up from the back employee room, sighing when they see the duo back again in their store and already at the counter “Are you ready to pay yet, rory….?” She nearly squeals and fishes her wallet out of her pocket without unlinking angel’s arm, unzipping it hurriedly. “Your total is…13,325 yen. Cash or card.?”
Rory takes out her currency and passes/slides it over the counter. The cashier counts it quickly without thought and slides it right back in their direction, “…You’re 6,200 off.” Rory falls silent and stops swinging her hung arm;
She slowly, as slow as she can, slyly rests her expression and smiles without looking away from their eyes, uncannily not stopping for about 3 minutes straight before angel interrupts “Do you…want me to pay the rest?”
“…No. Just..get out of my store.”
She takes her bag and skips off giggling, already opening a box and popping chocolates into her mouth. Angel devil looks like 10 years got taken off his life as he follows, embarrassed by his cousins candy addiction and spending problem.
About a week later,
Angel devil and rory are on an assignment to take out a known devil in the area they’re headed to, mostly disturbing the peace and ticking the citizens there off. So here they are, walking through a nearly stranded green space looking for something supernatural.
They both walk together in hopes to find the devil, due to the person who requested not specifying where it is. The love devil stuffs her face with a paper bag of taiyaki, a store nearby on the way here. “im hungryyyyyuhh!!!!” “PLEASEEEE IVE WANTED TAIYAKI ALL MONTHHH” “If we don’t stop and get some im going to die and it’s your fault” “wait can you pay for me….please…thank youuuu I love you sososo much”. This drained angel even more to the point where he didn’t even want to yet have the energy to fight it [like he ever did anyway]
Angel points at an magenta-black-ish creature skittering up and across a tree, slobbering and slurring noises practically radiating from it alone. “How’re we gonna get it down?”
Rory swallows her last bite, folding the bag and stuffing it into her pocket, pulling an arrow from her back quiver and angling her rose-goldbow at it, it being dangerously close to stabbing into its side. The devil hisses and jumps down, scurrying in a circle, zig-zagged, straight, and any path possible without really going anywhere. Angel devil sluggishly walks over to it, having his hand on it long enough for the devil to eventually die, collapsed on the dirt and leaf covered ground.
He yawns and walks off back to his original spot, the love devil stepping over to it instead and tossing the unconscious creature, 6 times her size, and weighed a-lot more since its dead, onto her back like it’s the equivalent to a stuffed animal. Angel freezes, the only thought running through his head is wondering how she still has enough energy for all that despite just walking for who knows how long.
His eye noticeably twitches, “…Ry-ry, put that down. I’m not in the mood—For whatever you’re doing.”
“I’m trying to see if I can sell it”
“Where could you possibly sell yet casually walk around with that thing..?!”
“…Black market?”
He paused, sighing then rubbing his temples, turning his back and walking over to the train station back. A small sign of a ‘whatever just leave me alone’ as much as he doesn’t want to admit it. She jumps up and down [somehow] and grins, following twice as fast. “Why do I deal with this girl…” Angel devil thinks, for the nth time since they met.
notes 𓂃⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱. I want a cinnamon roll so bad it’s not even funny anyway if you actually read this far I swear im gonna change my theme soon I’m js too lazy🙊✌️
because I’m so obsessed with your analysis posts I have to ask. How do you imagine a Love Devil to work? Would it be a primal fear? What kinda powers do you think it would have?
What would Love Devil look like?
That's a great question, because it requires imagination...
The devil of love is already powerful, and although love is a positive emotion, it's also a primary cause of despair. Exactly as Makima explained, a car in itself isn't scary, but accidents feed that fear. It's the excesses of love, crimes of passion, fits of jealousy, break-ups, one-sided love and the fear of commitment that feed the fear of love.
I think we can consider it a primal fear, something ingrained in the human psyche as old as humanity itself.
Above all, the fact that Pochita is so in search of love shows that he himself is subject to this demon.
In terms of the demon's design, it would be something offbeat. Demon designs don't necessarily follow what they represent (demon of justice, falling devil). It could be a slightly monstrous butterfly being to express the butterflies in the stomach, as Fujimoto seems to like to match his demon designs with sayings, expressions, symbols, etc.
Like it could just be a monstrous heart, a bit like Miura in Berserk represented God. It's a powerful image, and a little disturbing.
It could also be a shapeshifting demon - there hasn't been one yet - that takes on the appearance of the loved one. The loved one terrorizes us, and would then do us harm, which would reinforce broken hearts, and therefore the fear of love.
In terms of powers, maybe something like hypnosis, blindness, like when you're in love, you lose your sanity a bit. So whatever the demon says, we find ourselves obliged to do it. And even when the demon doesn't give the order, it's often unbearable to have to slice a demon in half when it takes on the appearance of a loved one.
It's a classic way of looking at the love demon, but it's also so difficult! And sometimes I suspect Pochita is one. He's the symbol of a love that links species, and being loved, the symbol of a cuddle, is what he was looking for.
Everyone calls Pochita "Chainsaw Man", but... doesn't that explain the fear he represents? His chainsaws could well be symbolic, as could the powers of the fire demon, those of justice, those of the falling devil...
He's not necessarily the chainsaw devil, at least that's not what explains his power, superiority and fear of other demons.
Fake CSM could very well be the real chainsaw demon, not an imposter. Pochita would be something else. We have to question what CSM is, especially after the last chapters 150/151.
What is Chainsaw Man? Why can't he represent love with his chainsaws, the instrument of maternity? Motherhood is the union of two beings, after all.
we’re not gonna talk abt the old one okay….the new one is now more realistic/makes more sense 🤤 I also drew her design in new my artstyle but im not gonna color it [yet maybe idk] bc im busy ash n im editing this last minute
BEFORE U READ !! there will be [slight] nudity, TOXICC one sided yuri, oc/##### is pole dancer, 3rd person writing, similar plot n same info as og story, og story on rorys masterlist, all characters n oc are unnamed, all characters n oc are adults, story takes place in honduras, NSFW [kinda for some parts not rlly descriptive tho], pacing is kinda dogwater bc im doing this all in one fic, idk if ts even abt chainsaw man anymore, heavy foreshadowing/paradox, corpse, ### is a freak [genuinely], proofread n not proofread ig
1984, #####'s workplace
##### sinks down from the pole, cheers loud and all types of currency being thrown onto the stage midair, #####'s chest rises and falls in heavy breaths due her tight but revealing clothes,
Her heels clack onto the floor—pressing 2 fingers to her lips, ##### blows a kiss to the audience as they get louder and louder at the end of their performance.
But what nobody notices but herself and her few coworkers, is that the girl is in the crowd again; the girl who only shows up for ##### and not the other dancers, the girl who actually looks willing to be there—amidst the rest of the girls in the audience who were either dragged along or are also willing. Due to there barely being any girl-kissers in the area, ##### didnt really mind though. Whatever got her paid.
Anyhow, the dancers on stage walk to the back, some out of breath and bruised, others talking and making plans for when they leave this place. ##### just so happens to be both. Stepping into the locker room, she opens her locker and takes off her oversized t-shirt, then wearily dragging on a lightweight cream colored tracksuit over her original bodysuit and shutting it closed, swinging her duffle bag over her shoulder—just to be stopped by the managers assistant [since the manager is almost never at work]
The managers assistant is the equivalent to a person who has no idea what their doing but still tries their best either way, which is something he’s really good at apparently. He turns the corner with a stack of papers and trails alongside next to #####, who’s more fixated on leaving then talking to anyone more than she already has in the past hour.
“#####!! You did sooooo good today!!! You must’ve been practicing a-lot out of work, huh..?! Ahahahahaaa….”
“What happened now, ######” She turns her head to him, eyes a mix of gleaming and scowling into his, he stumbles and stutters over his own words for a second.
“W-what—how’d you...NO I JUS—!!“ He almost crashes into the glass door if it weren’t for a large group of people scurrying outside, the door clicking open and shut repeatedly for 2 minutes straight before they could pass, ###### relaxing in the process.
When the door finally shuts, ##### holds the door open for both of them with the same expression but with a glint more sour “You always fidget when you need something, just spit it out already—I have things to do later." She blatantly lies and he somehow believes it.
###### follows out after, extending his hand in front of ##### to hand her the papers hes been carrying around the halls [without a folder by the way]
"The manager decided to give you a promotion," His lips tug upwards into a shimmering grin, ##### takes the papers and idly shoves them into her bag without a care in the world "Y'know, since you make the most money for our company and crowds lose it for you...hahahaaa..."
"Does it also come with a raise orrrrrrr...?" ##### shoves her hands in her pockets, staring into him with a faint scrunched look.
"Obviously. Thats our policy after all..."
She turns on her heel and begins walking off "Alrightttttt....see you tomorrow or something...." Before she can step further, ###### stops her again
"WAIT!!! Can you at-least....call the manager—OR TEXT, it doesnt matter...to make sure she knows I actually handed it..? To you..?" ##### pauses for a second, looking over her shoulder belittlingly as the assistant instantly trembles feebly under the eye contact like a kid caught doing something he wasnt supposed to. "Please, #####?"
"...Ill see what I can do. Have a good rest of your night.."
1984, [trying to find] a place for the night
The sky is completely dark, the only lights visible are streetlights and the white shining headlights on cars passing by. ##### re-adjusts her bag on her shoulder and steps into a alleyway—
—Only a few steps in, she gets cornered against a wall by a complete stranger, both hands pinned and distanced between #####'s head whilst the strangers face is faintly blurred due to the lack of light in the alleyway compared to the sidewalk prior "Hey. Ye're that dancer girl, right? The one everyone's runnin' their mouths bout?"
"...Sure." She scoffs and looks around, scanning the area for anyone passing by to witness and help "Whats it to you..?"
"Well this fuckin bitch took my money 'nd when I tracked 'em down he said he spent it on ya n yer stupid job." The stranger releases his pinning grip against the wall by a single hand, wiping his thumb over his slightly busted and bleeding bottom lip then pressing it down to both of hers—##### doesnt flinch as if used to stuff like this happening to her "Andddddd...why should I care? You want a cookie? A backstage pass? Either way, I dont give those for free." She leans further against the wall, exhaustedly looking up at him. "Well, duh." He meets her stare, pityingly half-grinning with a rough, short laugh.
##### doesnt laugh with him but she adds on under her breath, "You think you're tough but you cant even pronounce simple words propperly...like an edgy 9 year old."
"Huh?"
"What?" Silence filled the air for the next few seconds.
"I thought we were making jokes. I wanted to laugh too."
"..." He took a deep breath and leaned back, recollecting himself and finishing what he was saying "...So, give me ba'my money or you'll end up like him—bloody and fucked up behind one of your little...prop factories. I dunno." He finally retracts both of his hands and buries it into his back pockets. "I dont have it with me, genius. My manager keeps all of the money and gives us 45%." He freezes, thinking for a second before returning back to her "...Can ya get 'em to give it back to me then?"
##### hesitates, but then eventually gives the stranger her phone. "Put in your number and i'll call you when I have your freaking money or whatever..." The man practically beams while typing his contact info into the motorola dynatac 8000x "Was a thousan' dollars. Names' #######."
"Im #####.." ####### gives her her phone back; and as soon as it grazes her fingertips into her hanfs, he gets knocked out and falls to the floor. ##### gasps with a heavily confused and totally done expression, "WHAT THE HELL???!!"
The figure stands up from his back, leaving ####### on the floor to wake up on his own—##### catches a glimpse of the persons face,
And its the girl from her job?!
She sighs like nothing just happened, turning to face her. "You okay?!" The girls' words come out breathy and slightly monotone due to her Japanese accent; 'I rarely see foreigners in the area too...now that I think about it' ##### thought to herself.
"Y-yeah...What'd you do to that guy though..?" She glances down, then back up at the startled girl slowly to take in her everything up close. "...He will wake up in an hour. My name is ####."
##### bites her lip, feeling somewhat morbid, she still makes an attempt to ask what she usually does at this time of night—"Do y...can I have a place to stay? Or do you know anyone who does??" Her voice comes out steadier than it was supposed to, although #### doesnt mind and lets out a chuckle, moving to hold her hand with a sleek but eery/uncanny smile. "You can stay with me. I recently moved to this town and Im looking for a roommate anyway!" She nods, and #### begins to lead her to her home "Dont worry, #####. I live near here—Im a big fan of you by the way.."
After 10 minute rambles and getting to know each-other better, #### unlocks the door to the apartment she lives in, holding it open as ##### walks inside.
She closes the door behind her "—So I had to ask for another key for the 2nd time last week..ahahahaaa...." She takes off her cardigan and hangs it on the hook rail attached to the wall, staring unblinkingly into #####, already getting used to her robotic-like antics and becoming content with her pressence extremely fast.
"Maybe the universe just hates you or something...we all have those days. What a shame I didnt talk to you sooner, ####...You're so sweet..." #### blushes, moving to wrap her arms around her neck and press herself against her body. "Well, nothing is stopping you now. In fact, you'll probably be more close to me currently than you originally wanted to." ##### giggles and hugs her back warmly "I...couldnt thank you enough for letting me stay with you; I finally dont have to stay place-to-place anymore..!!"
She chuckles again, brushing her long curly hair behind her ear and inching her face closer. "I'm aware, love. You know theres going to be rent though, right..?" ##### stays still for a second—stopping breathing and everything, then hugging her tighter and looking into her eyes in a convincing way. "Like...what..?"
"...With yourself." #### slams her lips onto hers, already invading the inside of her mouth with her tounge, hands going from #####'s neck to her face. She pulls away for a second out of breath, "I-its...rents this easy..?!" "Yes." "Can I stay here forever?!" Pause. ####'s hands caress down all the way to her hips and squeezing the chubby plush aggresively. "Absolutely."
##### is the one to put her mouth back onto hers this time, hands everywhere but in one place as she undresses her and herself messily and enough to leave only a few parts of their clothes still intact.
She jumps into ####'s arms, lips never leaving and slowly climbing up to wrap her legs around her waist—##### makes muffed noises repeatedly as #### carries her to her room, leaving a trail of clothes on the wooden floor and shutting the door.
1984, 2 months later
It was like that for the rest of the time she stayed.
2 times every week, "...Love, guess what time it is?" Leaning over #####'s shoulder, ##### sits against the lower frame of their [now shared] bed, counting and organizing her stuffed wallet calmly, saving up for #######. #### lays on her stomach on the actual mattress, seeming just waking up.
"Sooner than usual. Way sooner, whats up with you..?" "..." #### drags her up onto the bed and climbs until shes face-to-face—##### just lets it happen as her roommate kisses all over her face down to her chest and stomach pudge
Another time—##### slips on her usual heels that are practically apart of her unassigned uniform at this point, walking past ####, she waves to her with a rare, soft smile that only she gets, just for her to already be arched down onto the sofa back with a sigh,
"####, I need to go to work right now...cant you just wait until I get back?" She slowly kneels down, pressing her spine down further then spreading the gaps in her bodysuit apart, ongoingly picking apart at the fabric starting at her tailbone with her teeth "Shhhhh...its going to be quick, alright..? Just a few minutes." ##### missed an entire night of work.
Even after her repeatedly doing this, ##### still developed a crush on her situationship/roommate/highest paying customer, ####.
While still making money for ####### and dealing with more complaints and rules from ######, ##### gets closer to reaching her goal and maybe confessing to ####.
1984, 10 months later
"#####...Your splits were too wide today, if you did that in front of an audience they'd think you're doing acrobatics instead of trying to actually seduce them." ###### sighs, leaning against the wall outside the locker room, ##### finishes changing and walks out, leaning against the wall next to him, eye bags barely forming from working too hard after her promotion. "Fine...Ill work on it, damn. Get off my case..."
Pause. "...Y'know, As much as I like you, im doing this for your own good—" "How would you know whats good for me when you dont even know what I go through..?!" He startledly jumped back, not expecting the sudden yell and fixing his glasses. "Th...thats not what I was saying. Im just recommending what'll give you the most tips..but, if you really feel that way...I apologize. Take the day off tomorrow and i'll put in a word with the manager. Sort whatevers up with you out and come back when you're ready..!"
She nods steadily, slightly ashamed of having to be 'babied' like this, but whatever gets her a break from her daily bruises or something. ###### walks off, tripping over a forgotten heel in the middle of the hallway then yelping. He falls face-first.
Her coworker—whom shes closest to, steps out of the locker room and processes the scene before her. "...You okay.? He can be annoying sometimes....or whatever the fuck just happened." She dips her tacky cap teasingly in her face, "Tell you what, on your day off...we could go out together. Y'know...for a walk..? Something illegal..? You name it."
##### giggles, "I know...Thanks for your help though, ###. I'll consider it..!!" They both walk out the front door "You're welcome...just helping out a colleague."
"See ya!! and your friend too!!!" She waves then walks to her car, and before ##### can do the same walking back to her [shared] house, not even processing her 'and your friend too' add-on despite being sure shes alone, a hand cradles her shoulder, not pressuring or squeezing, just a note that their present.
She turns around, ####### comes into eyeview with an also tired expression: "Can we...walk together? I need'a talk to ya."
A block away from her motel, they walk side by side—Over the past months, they've gotten closer platonically and bonded through shared struggles "Sooooo....ya still livin' with that girl who knocked me out or no..?"
"...Yeah, shes nice though. Freaked out, but collected."
"Thats coo'."
Silence fills the nights' atmosphere. She reaches her door, "...Well, this is me." ####### replies back, shoving his hands in his pockets "See ya. And dont forget to—" She interrupts, "Pay you back...going to probably at the end of this month or sooner..!!"
He scoffs teasingly and walks off, a silent gesture they do often; she unlocks her door and gets unready for the night.
1984, 24 days later
##### and #### both lay in the private room of the club, entangled into each-other and breathing hard.
#### is the first to break the silence, "...What is the matter, love? You wanna go again?" She turns over onto her side and wraps her arms and legs around her waist, face buried into her collarbone, she answers "No, its just..."
She pauses, inhaling her scent as if memorizing it, groaning "...I dont want to be...just your...whatever this is anymore. I like you, ####. With all of my heart." #### freezes, palm falling onto her chin and caressing it. "You mean that..?"
She giggles, "I do..! Do you...like back?" Silence. Her palm falls from her chin, to the center of her neck, to the side of #####'s head—she plays with her curls idly.
"Of course not."
...?
##### sits up. She leans her bare back against the heart-shaped bedframe, "What's that supposed to mea—" She gets slammed back down by her roommates' body weight, being pinned to the mattress, she squirms and struggles "W..WHAT'RE YOU DOING..?! STOP!!!"
#### stares blankly into her eyes, #####'s chest, lower abdomen, and the bare warmth between her legs form a burning feeling that hurts to the point where she can barely move anymore, her mouth falls open in a silent yell as tears start draining down her cheeks and lower "I..I just wanted...sniffle to be with.....I didnt do anyth—AAAGHHHH!!!!"
She lets out a mocking 'shhhhh', palm finally going to her manubrium and stroking the tan skin there "...Correct. you didnt do anything, its just how you are; Makima would just love you, so I originally decided to bring you to her!"
"But even I became obsessed with you, #####. So now, I am keeping you all to myself." She calms down, sputtering out whatever words come to mind, to in pain to think and function normally.
"You're not human, are you?" #### drifts her hand down to her tit and squeezes 'reassuringly', lowering her head to the spot her palm already warmed in preparation "Not in soul."
"Im the lust devil, love." "d-DAMN YOU, DEVIL, YOU'RE NOT LUSTFUL. YOU'RE JUST E..EVIL!!!"
She sticks her tongue out and drags the wet flesh over the spot, it opens itself and she digs it into her as if searching, teasing, or both.
##### cries and wails out, silently praying that someone could hear her, but they dont. She presses her legs together aggresively and flails her arms in an attempt to shove her off. She doesnt budge then falls unconscious in the private rooms' bed.
1984, ????
##### wakes up in a rush, looking around to find shes in a body thats not hers—child-like with wings, and in an area thats not where she was earlier as well.
She doesnt remember where she originally was before this, how she was before this, or anything about her past life. All she knows is that she needs to find #### and kill her back.
Meanwhile, #### repeatedly does almost anything, uses it, and expiriments with her dead body, until ####### knocks on her door to ask where she is and where's his money.
She kills him too and throws his body out unlike #####'s. Mentally, claiming "she's different from the others. ##### is perfect."
#### eventually gets bored and leaves her body to rot in the back of her apartment. Makima stops working with #### due to her being more fixated on finding a good enough human after ##### then her actual job [using rory as a replacement even though shes a love devil not lust] Every now and then she uses her again then repeats the cycle.
Nobody looks for #####, except for ###### and ###. ###### gives up after awhile, but ### is still looking even as rory/##### is at her current age.
5 likes n ill give them designs n names n stuff [n explaining ####] to me this made rorys backstory n info make a-lot more sense if ur new n havent checked that out pls do ily ty for reading gyus <3 wouldve been more detailed n longer if I wasnt an unmotivated bum gawsh
