Why do I keep writing demon origins? I dunno, it’s fun. Also, Lust has stolen my heart so of course I had to write something for him.
Moon Blossom week - It was an accident
Moon Blossom au belongs to @somebodyalreadytookthis2
Laughter echoed and howled as eerie blue flames consumed all in sight. Grief and insanity tainting what was usually a joyous noise. How could it not when such a small mistake had caused such devastating consequences?
A figure curled into themselves in the midst of the flames, the source of the noise, unharmed by the intense heat. He had been Lust, one of the greatest pyromancers to ever live, and now he was a newly born demon. Twisting blue flames curled from his temples into horns as his eyes matched their colour, but his tears remained the beautiful purple his magic had once held. The tears didn’t last long against the heat of the flames, sizzling and evaporating away before even leaving his face.
Overconfidence had driven him here. Sobbing overtaking the laughter as he had to deal with not only his new state of being, but also with the charred remains of his brother’s cottage that hid away the ashes that marked the spot his brother and his brother’s partner had stood in their final moments before the flames had taken them away. Their screaming had long since stopped echoing around him, but they lingered in his skull.
Finally, as the reality of the situation settled upon him, a scream of his own rang out. It did nothing to drown out the noises inside his own head.
Just earlier that day, things had been fine. He laughed as he waved his brother off while heading over to the sandpit he’d grown up training his fire magic in. While his brother had stayed behind to live in their childhood home, he’d gone off to bigger things, though he always made sure to check back in. Between the two of them, it’d been just light banter as Lust had warmed up with a few simple exercises he’d done routinely for years.
“HE’S PLANNING ON WHAT?! AND YOU’RE JUST GOING TO LET HIM?!” His brother’s partner had been less enthused when he learned why Lust had come to use this familiar place for his latest experiment in pushing his magic further. Violet flames had leapt from the sandpit in surprise at the loud voice, but his brother had quickly stomped them out and continued on as if nothing had happened. Instead, taking his partner back into the home so they could talk and not cause any more distractions.
Lust understood where the concern was coming from, but he was so sure he could handle it. Who better than such a talented pyromancer to try and replicate the magic of the dragons of old. They’d been missing for generations, but Lust had gotten his hands on some beautiful black scales supposedly from one. The idea had then come to him to attempt to replicate that old magic while using the scales as a way to channel his power. Maybe, if he could, he would be able to somehow summon the dragons’ return. Even if he didn’t, it’d be a revival of old magic. Either way, he was sure to wind up in the history books for his accomplishments.
Failure had barely passed through his mind as an option. At most he expected nothing to really happen. Surely nobody could have predicted the outcome that did occur.
Things had started according to plan. Vibrant violet flames had twisted about him to create intricate patterns across the ground, and the scales hovered calmly within the orb of fire he’d conjured to contain and channel them with. All was under masterful control he’d built over his lifetime. Everything was fine.
Until it wasn’t.
The scales began to drip, as if an outer coating was melting off, and they began to flutter about as though petals in a storm. Volatile magic rejected his own and a surge of power overwhelmed him. The ball of flames held in his hands burst outward and knocked him off his feet, but his magic didn’t dissipate despite the fact that it should have at this loss of concentration. The flames had just rose higher, burning hotter, changing into an eerie blue, and scattering about like cracks spiderwebbing from a place of impact.
Panic consumed him as the flames raced out of the pit, licking towards the cottage and the forest. He rushed to try and regain control of the flames. All he was met with was stinging pain as he plunged his hands inside the geyser of flame that dwarfed him. Tears pricked at his sockets as he kept pushing to try and grasp something to try and tame the blaze.
Startled shouts came from the direction of the cottage, but Lust couldn’t turn to look. He grit his teeth as he finally found something to try and connect with the fire. Not caring about the risks to his own safety, he took it with no hesitation. A loud cry parted from his teeth as the flames burned through his streams of magic, and it only pitched higher as it built up and burst from his back. Wings of the corrupt fire flapped behind him as he squirmed through the feeling of the flames twisting his body. Fire licked out of his eyes, it erupted into horns from his temples, and it felt like burning fangs grew in his mouth. That wasn’t all, but it was so hard to understand what was going on through the pain.
His head blurred and fuzzed for a moment, just long enough for him to tip into the flames and lay helpless on the ground within as everything that made him up screamed in pain. Or maybe that was the haunting echos of screams from the cottage as his body prickled numbly. His vision slurred as everything grew difficult to decipher.
By the time he grew more coherent once more, it was already too late.
The flames kept burning well into the night, long after Lust had run out of tears to shed. He still couldn’t bring himself to move as he stared at the blackened world around him. The stars in the sky were barely visible due to the light of the flames, and the moon was not out tonight, as though ashamed of Lust’s actions and thus avoiding having to look at him. He felt it only fair. Did he deserve to get to see the sky in its beautiful nightly glory when he’d been the cause for two so close to him never being able to see it again? A sick feeling settled over him at that thought, but when he coughed and sputtered due to the horrid twisting nothing came about beyond plumes of smoke.
Due to all of this, he didn’t notice he wasn’t alone anymore at first. The dark body and single glowing eye blent in well. It wasn’t until the other spoke up that he became aware. It startled him and he lashed out and caused flames to arch through the air. Terrified awe filled him as he watched the other seem to melt and reconstruct before him so as to dodge the fire. That feeling only grew as his new form recognized the other as another demon, and one that held a lot of power at that.
The other seemed amused at his fear, as though he could sense it. Lust tried to tell him to stay back, but the other ignored him and approached. He spoke as he made slow, calculated movements. Gentle words that snuck their way into Lust’s head. Words that made him tremble and grow unsure. Words that reminded him that once a mortal came to investigate, he was as good as dead. They offered him status and safety if he went with them. They were both demons, so they had to stick together.
It was all enough that when a black hand was extended towards him, Lust took it.
im doing the six fanarts challenge and its going good so far, so because i wasnt productive otherwise ..here’s a WIP
so i finished the sketches for @shandycandy278 ‘s oc along with these two little angels i accedentally found and well ..one thing led to another and mb lust from @somebodyalreadytookthis2..who is that up there??
also if anyone else has a persona or oc that they would like me to draw with their character let me know ill be happy to add them!!
hope you like this so far even though im bad at this...
