I really like the relationship between Kcalb and Yosafire. It's not like a father and a daughter, they're really good friends (Just like Kcalb and Yosaflame, I imagine). Maybe could I get something for them, like Kcalb trying to comfort Yosafire after a really bad discussion she had with Froze? Please?
“Stupid Froze!”
Stomp stomp goes the young demons feet, storming away from the house she and the angel shared. It was a particularly bad spat they just had, since a grumpy frown was on the demon’s normally cheerful face. And equally grumpy sounds leaked from the corners of her mouth as she angrily stomped away.
“Mmmgghhh...” Keeping it up all the way to the usual garden, her frustrated train of thought came to a screeching halt. Someone was already here, standing so familiarly stoic to Yosafire. “Old man!”
Flinching at the sudden voice, a sigh left the devil’s lips as he turned his head. Kcalb looked back at Yosafire for about one second before returning his attention to the flowers. ‘If I ignore her, she’ll bother me even more.’ He thought. He sighed again, biting the bullet and turning around to fully regard her. “How many times do I have to tell you: Stop calling me that.”
“Oh don’t be like that. ‘Kcalb’ just sounds too personal.”
‘So she can say my name’. The devil paused in his thoughts, blinking slowly as he looked at Yosafire. “That was an oddly cheerful shift in tone from how you were moments ago. Is everything alright, Yosafire?”
“What? I’m alright, Old man. There’s no way I’d be-”
“Yosafire.” She wasn’t the only one who could shift tones at the drop of a hat, Kcalb’s voice becoming much sterner. “... I won’t pry, but I can listen if you wish to open up.” And immediately softer. As he said that, he turned back around, sitting at the edge of the flower garden. He expected her to take a seat next to him, but wasn’t completely sure what she would do.
A few moments passed in silence, and Yosafire soon shuffled around, sitting in a way that allowed her to hide her face in her knees. And the devil knew whatever happened must have been pretty bad if she is like this.
“Stupid Froze and her dumb, stupid face.”
“..You had a fight?”
“It’s stupid.”
“...”
“...”
“Yeah, probably. But relationships, even friendships, can go through those sometimes. Or do you believe Etihw and myself get along all the time?” Oh if he had a record of all the times his cake was stolen.
Yosafire didn’t respond, just turned her head to hide her face even more. But she jumped a little when the devil reached out to pat her on the head. “Old man, what are you doing?”
“Comforting you. You obviously need it. What kind of Devil would I be if I ignored the plight of my kin?”
Finally, Yosafire let out a chuckle. “That’s so unlike you, old man.”
Hi there, couId I request semi-romantic fIuff with Rieta and SiraIos, possibIy with themes of redemption? PreferabIy with post-tgg Rieta.
Do the gods know mercy? Do things such as miracles exist in this world?
Perhaps finding the genie’s lamp could be described as a miracle, from her point of view. Though she might have wished to be found by someone more favorable, she wouldn’t look this gift horse in its mouth.
“Well, this is a surprise, isn’t it? A demon in my realm of angels. Dear me, and Rieta no less. What may I ask is the Devil’s lackey doing here?” A hand rested at Siralos hip, the expression on his face one of calm smugness. It was as though he was looking right through Rieta, yet was acknowledging her all the same.
“Do you expect an answer? I honestly have no idea why I’m here.” She may not appear so, but she’s not letting her guard down for an instant. One slip up, she feels, and she’s in even bigger trouble than she already is. “And-” Suddenly, she freezes up. Siralos has a hand extended to her, a warm smile on his face. On reflex, she takes a step back, prompting him to step forward.
“Now, now. Let’s have none of that.” He chuckles, slowly advancing on her until he’s able to take one of her hands in his own. Oversized it may be. “I will not harm you, Rieta. In fact, I wish to help.” Light shines from the palms of his hands on Rieta’s, and to her amazement, the crimson scales adorning her skin disappear as the light travels up her arm. Her hand isn’t so big anymore, Siralos taking advantage of this fact by holding it tightly in his own. And going an extra mile by bringing it to his lips to gently peck. “You still smell of the sun…”
Rieta’s too dumbfounded to react, her mind still comprehending her ‘new’ arm. “What- What did you- I-” She’s unable to finish any of these questions, thrown once more for a loop by what Siralos does. A kiss is planted to her forehead, the god taking a whiff of her hair. He sighs, pulling away.
“You may still be saved, Rieta. Despite your affiliation with that Devil, I am willing to overlook that and welcome you back into my radiant light. I know you wish for things to return to how they were, but this is the best I can offer.” As he speaks, he reaches for her other arm, ready to shine that light again should she say yes.
Swallowing, Rieta finally gathers enough of herself to form an answer. “You know you’re putting me on the spot like this, right? I just regained consciousness and- I’m sorry, but I hope I can give an answer when I can sort myself out.” He looks a bit saddened, but it doesn’t last long.
“Of course. But if you’ll allow me to sway you in the right direction…” Light pours from his hand, and once again the scales fall and fade away from her arm. Normal arms. Normal hands. Rieta can scarcely believe it, but they can feel and touch just as much as her claws could.
“Siralos…” She has much to mull over in the next few days.
I don't suppose I couId troubIe you for a piece about Rieta fighting Wodahs in the castIe, couId I?~
“Now then, the way should be clear.“ It was easy enough, taking care of that angel with the eyepatch in front of the castle. Rieta may have taken a couple hits, but was none worse for wear as she swiftly went about her business of making sure nothing would prevent Lord Ivlis from fighting this world’s devil.
The castle shook violently when a set of doors were blasted open, signifying Ivlis putting his plans into motion to the clawed demon. Rieta simply smiled when she heard the commotion, tapping two oversized fingers together as she continued in her own duties. She took a large amount of pleasure in knowing that things were proceeding exactly as planned. But was left unaware for what happened next.
The sudden appearance of another eyepatched angel was a shock. Rieta even thought, for a few brief moments, that the first one had come back. Wodahs stood with a sour look on his face, drilling holes as he glared at the flame demon. And as she regard the angel, a slight frown tugged at her lips.
“Oh dear, this is troublesome. Not only did those girls escape somehow, but you did as well.” There would be time to think more on that later, the demon mused, tapping all her fingers together as a smile soon returned to her face. “No matter. You look weaker than that other angel with the eyepatch.“
Wodahs gave no reply, choosing instead to grit his teeth and rush his opponent. A sigh rolled out of the demon’s mouth, choosing to meet him in kind. Remaining where she was, two flames burst to life in her hands, throwing one after the other. Narrow misses, something which confirmed her suspicions. He may put up a fight, but getting serious would end it too quickly.
“Very well, I shall play with you.“ Rieta giggled, swiping at the angel with her claws the second he got close. And she would keep on the attack. Stepping, slashing, and creating jets of flame to erupt into pillars. She gave no chance for retaliation. He may take note of her attacks driving him into a corner, but there wasn’t much he could do to stop it. The angel was already wounded however, so getting hurt more wouldn’t matter, he felt. So because of this train of thought, Wodahs rushed toward and clenched a fist, hoping to knock her away with a solid punch. It connected, the demon getting hit in her stomach and being forced to retreat in order to catch her breath.
Wodahs took the chance to attack again, punching Rieta in the gut more and more. He would have kept going too, if not for the sudden three slash marks in his chest from where she just swung. Playtime was over, so now it was time to end this. The flame demon prepared a powerful spell as the angel reeled from her sudden retaliation, and a large burst of flame exploded at his feet. Wodahs hit the wall, but was hit with such force that he was knocked through it, being sent flying and skidding across the ground. The demon climbed through the freshly made hole, wanting to make sure the job was done.
“Now then, Lord Ivlis should be finishing any moment now...“
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Wait, I didn't realize you take requests when I followed. Just to make sure I'm understanding this properly, is this for headcanon stuff or art? Sorry if I'm being a bit annoying.
Here's the answers from each mod:
Mod Ivlis- I'll do HCs, art, shipping, stories, ect! Just ask :D
Mod Etihw- Idc I'll do mostly anything
Mod Helica- I'll do art and short stories. No HCs or shipping though.
If you'd like something specific, ask the mod who will do it! Hope this helped! And no, you aren't being annoying, Anon! :)
