O Ombrios, O Skotitas, O Keraunios, O Hypatos! Brilliant light in the heavens! Trumpet of thundering might! O great storm!
You who inspire equal parts fear and awe in the hearts of men,
As your great dark-clouded chariot rears on the horizon.
O roaring, luminous king, brightening the darkness with an incomparable gleam,
The sharp bolts of light that are yours alone to weild!
For no other among gods or mortals could bear such force and majesty.
Those flashing spears you throw with perfect aim, piercing through obscured skies,
And the fearsome rolling tremors that echo your great voice,
Herald your passing overhead, O holy Olympian Lord!
How blessed are we to be in the presence of your vigor, the just strength that sows life-giving rain upon the fields of the good,
And strikes down with fiery bolts the crude ambitions of the wicked!
Yours is the mercy to allow judgement to pass over us, and the right to let it pour down.
The storm is your greatest incarnation, O Zeus on High, for in it is your might, your glory, your justice and generosity, your venerable and unconquerable reign!
Hey so for people who write fics that heavily feature both Zaris in the same scene, how are you doing that? How are you keeping clear which ones which? Like do you just pick one of them to call Z?
The battle was over. His brother was dead. Sanemi now had no one, he had no family, he didn't even have a reason to be a swordsman anymore. He wanted to retire comfortably, but how could he when fighting was the only thing he could ever do right. He moved. Away from where demon slayer headquarters had once been to a small home several days walk away. In the mornings he would sit on his porch and watch the sun rise, and allow himself to cry. It seemed no matter how many mornings this happened, he always had more tears. Tears he had been holding in his entire life.
One day as he did this, he heard a strange rustling noise and instinctively his hand went to the sword at his hip. He couldn't bring himself to stop carrying it for the comfort it brought him. He was surprised to see a large yellow and white dog bound towards him, it's mouth open and tongue lolling out, tail wagging furiously.
"A.. dog?" He said, reaching out his hand as the dog approached him, barking a friendly hello as he nuzzled against Sanemi's hands.
"Are you lost?" He asked. Around the dog's neck was a red collar with a bell and a name tag.
"Hacchan, that you?" He asked. Hacchan barked in response.
"Hacchan! Hacchan!!" A distinctly female voice cried as you came running up the path, chasing Hacchan who had broken away from you to chase an interesting scent. That scent had been Sanemi.
"I'm so sorry sir!" You apologized, bowing deeply.
"It's alright. I like dogs." Sanemi replied, scratching behind Hacchan's fuzzy ears.
"Did you just move here?" He asked, furiously wiping his face to make sure you didn't notice a single tear.
"Yes, we did! Just down the road. Hacchan was friends with all my neighbors back then, I guess he's lonely now with just me.." You said sadly.
"Why'd you move?" Sanemi asked. You hesitated to reply.
"You don't gotta tell me if you don't wanna." He said, shrugging.
"I had been engaged. My fiance imagined I was cheating on him, I wasn't, but he told everyone I did. I was shunned and we had to move." You confessed. Hacchan, sensing your sadness, came to press himself against your side.
"He sounds like a cunt." Sanemi said simply.
You were shocked by his vulgarity.
"What about you? Why did you move out here?" You asked.
"I was a swordsman. But now I guess. I'm just a man." Sanemi said. The sorrow in his voice was so heavy it made you want to cry.
From that day forward Hacchan insisted on visiting Sanemi every morning on your walks, and you began bringing him gifts. When you made dinner in the evening you always brought him a portion the next time you saw him. If you bought tea, you bought enough to share. While Sanemi didn't seem to react one way or the other to this, it certainly didn't go unnoticed. And finally one morning when you were about to turn to continue your walk with Hacchan, he reached out and grabbed your hand.
"Marry me." He said. It wasn't a question, more of a demand. He felt ready to begin the next chapter of his life, to take a wife, to start a family.
You and Hacchan moved in with him shortly after. Though even after living with him for three months, he would never say he loved you and you still hadn't slept together. Finally you got fed up with this, wondering why he asked you to move in with him if he didn't intend to act like a couple with you. He was sitting on your shared futon reading and you settled yourself onto his lap. He looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Sanemi, do you love me?" You asked.
Sanemi didn't reply. He seemed to be thinking for a long time.
"I don't know. I want to love you. I can't tell. The only people I have ever truly loved are dead. Perhaps if I let myself love you, you will die too. Or maybe, I am simply not built to love." He said, an edge of anger in his voice. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing his head against your soft chest.
"Of course you are built for love, everyone is!" You said. Sanemi made a strange almost growl as he pushed himself away from you, tearing open your yukata. He ripped the fabric off of your shoulders, exposing your breasts and completely tearing your obi in half. You had never experienced strength like that, and you sat there stunned on his lap, almost completely exposed to him.
"How can you say that? My hands are trained to kill demons and that's it, I'm not good at anything else, I don't know how to make them do anything else, I only know how to destroy." He said, his voice cracking under the weight of tears that wouldn't come.
"You are made for love. You can do more than destroy." You said, quietly but sternly nonetheless. You took his hands, so much larger and rougher than yours, pressing them against your breasts. Your nipples, already hard, pressed against the palms of his hands and he groaned as he felt his cock beginning to harden.
"You can be gentle." You said, leaning forward to kiss him as you moved his hands in slow circles on your breasts. Sanemi stared at your chest when you broke the kiss, flexing his fingers as he groped and kneaded you, pinching and twisting your nipples.
"A-ah! Gentle!" You said.
Sanemi grunted in reply and leaned down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, he bit it, but before you could scold him he was suckling and licking it with perfect gentleness. His hands slid the remains of your yukata off and then snaked up and down your body, rubbing your back, your arms, your hips and ass. He finally released your breast and looked up at you.
"You're so damn soft. Squishy, warm.." He mused, hugging you so he could feel your breasts press up against his scarred chest.
“Wanna know what you feel like in here..” he said, brushing two of his calloused fingers against your cunt. He pushed your panties aside, swirling his fingertips around your entrance.
“Already wet, huh?” he said, smirking at you.
“Well I.. Love you a lot Nemi.. I’ve wanted to be with you for a while..” you confessed.
Sanemi looked up at you, placing a rough hand on your cheek.
"I love you." He said. It hurt him to say it. The only people he had ever said that to were dead. You noticed how he seemed to become lost in thought, or dragged away from this moment by some painful distant memory.
“Stay here, with me.” you said gently as you kissed him.
Sanemi tangled his fingers into your hair, kissing you deeply while he shoved two fingers into you, curling them against your g-spot roughly. You gasped and arched your back, and Sanemi held you close, pressing you to him.
"Tell me how it feels." he growled against your neck, reaching his free hand down to untie his hakama, reaching into them to stroke himself.
"Feels good.." you managed between soft moans.
"Your fingers are rough b-but, it feels good.."
Sanemi deftly flipped you over, pressing your legs to your chest as he kissed you gently. His body was so warm and strong, your eyes fluttered shut as you enjoyed the comfort of being so close to him, until he shoved himself into you in one hard thrust. You gasped as your eyes flew open. Sanemi fucked you slowly, painfully slowly. Dragging his cock out slow and pushing it back in all the way to your cervix.
"N-Nemi, faster please!" you begged, holding onto his biceps tightly.
"Faster? I thought you wanted me to be gentle." he said, his tone teasing and sarcastic.
"Sanemi please, you feel so good-" you gasped as he picked up his pace immediately, ruthlessly pounding you into the futon.
"You feel so fucking good baby.." he growled.
"Tight, so warm.." he said, he grunted with practically every thrust, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the feeling of your slick walls around him.
"I should've done this a long time ago.." he said, licking your neck before biting it hard. Any wish you had for him to be gentle with you was gone.
"I-I wanted you to!" you managed, words becoming more and more difficult as your climax approached.
"Yeah? Did you want me to just force you down and dominate this little cunt?" he asked you bit your lip, your eyes rolling back as the lewdness of his words pushed you over the edge. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to open your mouth.
"Lemme hear you, you're gonna make me cum.." he said as he fucked you even harder, a punishing pace as you gushed around him. You were nearly screaming by now, unable to even continue holding onto his arms as your body trembled. The sight of you so completely destroyed because of him, and only him, made him finally climax. You could feel his release, his hot cum filling you up as he let out a feral growl. He stayed inside of you for a while after he finished, panting against your neck.
"I love you." he said breathlessly, kissing your cheek gently.
"I love you too, Nemi." you said, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly.
Character A traces words and letters on Character B's back with the back of a pen and when Character A reaches Character B's neck, Character B flinches because it's ticklish. Character B retaliates by pinching Character A's nose.
Character A grips Character B's new jacket lapels and looks at the inside and outside, asking where Character B bought it and what is the brand. Character A is close enough that Character B can feel their hair. Then Character A tugs the lapels back to place and reaches to fiddle with Character B's sleeves instead as they talk about something else/to someone else. Character B is dying.
Character B wants to show Character A a song (or anything audio-based) but forgets to bring any headphones, so Character B puts the phone speaker near Character A's ear without letting Character A take the phone. When Character A is done listening, they look up and find that Character B's face is way too close.
Character B reaches a hand to Character A, either to brush something off or to take something from Character A. When Character B wants to pull the hand back, Character A catches it and starts to play with it. Character B nonchalantly takes the item with the other hand let Character A plays with their hand.
i'm not basing these off of any standard color meanings, just what i think their auras would look like. as very powerful beings, i feel like they would have very visiable detailed auras, for those able to see them. these are partly based off the sin's assigned card colors.
Lucifer
persian blue
glows slightly, as if lit internally
barbed, like a bird's feathers
reflects emerald green, but only in the light
rustles occasionally, usually when he's upset
feels soft like down
Mammon
brilliant yellow
so, so bright
the light levels fluctuate with his mood
when he's happy its basically blinding to look at
faceted, like a cut gemstone
the planes reflect opalescent blue light
feels warm and light
Leviathan
dark foggy blue, turquoise, and purple
always moving, around like water
it starts swirling violently if he gets upset
the different colors tendril, so its like looking at a nebula
feels cold, like the ocean on a winter day
Satan
deep forrest green
so dark its hard to make out, but it's ridged like horns
always moving, especially when he gets angry
the shade shifts warmer or cooler depending on what kind of mood he's in
feels solid like a pane of glass
Asmodeus
misty pink champagne and peach
almost looks like a bokeh effect
shimmers slightly when he moves, like light hitting a diamond
when he's exstatic, it glitters brightly, no matter how dark the room is
nearly a devilgram filter at this point
feels like the finest satin
Beelzebub
deep amber
veined, like insect wings
the membranes glisten, reflecting orchid
like asmo, he shimmers when he moves, but more like the aura is vibrating
it seems to vibrate faster when he's agitated, usually when he's hungry
feels like a soft, warm breeze
Belphegor
deep, deep purple, almost black
softly textured, like animal fur
the very top layer of fur is highlighted a soft orange, but is hard to see
the orange tends to only come out when he's alseep
