Alright everyone! Since someone wanted to see them, I’m writing up a list of Ruby’s weaknesses! I’m also going to try and clarify what doesn’t harm her since she’s only half-demon. ( Obviously things are a tad different for Ruby when she’s fully mortal. )
Ruby is impervious to crosses, rosaries, holy water, and prayers. Her demonic nature doesn’t like them, but she doesn’t feel any physical pain from them. If a person’s faith is strong enough, these things can make her feel ill, but they won’t cause a violent reaction from her.
If someone knows how to recite passages from the Necronomicon, they can cause her harm. The book is a large source of her power, so if someone else takes that, Ruby can be weakened in terms of spell casting abilities. But she is not completely physically vulnerable without the book.
The Kandarian dagger is the only weapon that can cause permanent injury to her. If the blade touches her, it burns like acid. And while she can heal from other knife and gunshot wounds quickly, any injury caused by the dagger can not only be permanent but lethal.
An exorcism is the most dangerous thing of all along with the Kandarian dagger. An exorcism performed on her is one hundred percent lethal to Ruby. The human and demon aspects of her are so intertwined, they cannot be separated. There is no actual demon inside her to cast out. Trying to perform an exorcism on Ruby would essentially be tearing her soul in half, and if she somehow survived it, she’d be catatonic for the rest of her existence. ( One important note, her Spawn did not perform an exorcism on their mother. They stole her immortality and along with it, some of her powers. But they were not able to steal the demonic part of her nature. )
So here they are! They’re short, but I do believe they’re enough. I’m trying to keep things true to Ruby’s character and not do any injustice to her. Hope you liked this or found it interesting!!
Fear and fury churned together in his belly as profanities in Spanish and English left his lips. He stared down at the horrible floor of the abandoned asylum. He struggled against the restrains suspending him in mid-air. His uncle’s pendant swinging back and forth encouraged his efforts despite how his own body weight helped him remain trapped. Humiliation stung him at being hog-tied by another man, even if that other ‘man’ was in fact an incredibly powerful demon.
“Get the fuck away from me!!” Pablo shouted, the echo of the tile walls displaying the strength to his voice he’d never had before. The book was going to kill him. The book horrified him. Yet it was giving him a power he’d only wished he could have found before evil had tainted him.
He raised his gaze from the floor, hate burning in dark eyes for the other in black clothing.
Baal was horrifying. He was actually good looking in a human form, but the coldness to his eyes belied how inhuman he was. He was tall with a quiet and subtly dominant presence.
Pablo grimaced as the ancient Sumerian symbols upon his skin began to heat so much they burned him. Because of the Necronomicon’s rejection of a full demon, Pablo’s very being craved nothing more than destroying the entity before him. He could envision nothing else than his hands around that cabrón’s throat.
For once, the fear Pablo felt was not for himself. It was solely for those around him. He wanted to snarl at the idea of Baal going near Ash or Kelly. Hell, even Ruby. Pablo would never forgive Ruby for forcing him to bring her Spawn into the mortal realm. But he couldn’t stomach the idea of monster bullying her anymore than he already had.
On the verge of grinding his teeth, Pablo spoke, “If it’s the last thing I do, I won’t let you fucking touch them. Enjoy being up here while you can, you sack of shit!!”
Ruby hid her face in the soft sheets beneath her. A quiet hiss escaped her lips as he moved. She gritted her teeth, knuckles white from fisting her hands. She could no longer keep quiet as he pressed in harder.
A single, subdued, and tearful sound left her lips, “Ow...”
Baal’s cold gaze snapped up to Ruby’s face. His hands stilled from their rhythmic kneading of Ruby’s lower back, withdrawing from her silken skin as if he’d been burned. He then placed his hands on either side of his wife’s bare shoulders, hovering above her on his hands and knees. If asked, Ruby would have denied sniffing quietly as he nuzzled her. His nose ran along her cheek before moving to her hair, breathing in her sweet scent. His lips pressed repeated tender kisses to her face.
“I’m sorry, dearest,” he whispered, his tender words expressed in his native tongue. Ruby smiled weakly at him as the Sumerian reached her ears.
Ruby turned her head, a twinge of pain protesting the subtle movement of her spine. Ruby was lying on her stomach, and she very much wanted to turn around to kiss him. It appeared as if she wouldn’t be doing that anytime soon. While stationary, the pain was a low dull throbbing. But when she attempted to move, it was so sharp it knocked the wind from her.
Ruby had taken one of her horses out for a ride early that morning. Her property was on a relatively quiet patch of country land, and it was very rare to see anything more than a rabbit while out. But as her horse smoothly cantered towards a dense tree line, some errant wildlife she’d never even noticed had spooked her horse. The equine went one way. Ruby, tossed from the saddle by the sudden bolt, went another. She always wore her riding helmet, the expensive one covered in black velvet. Thankfully her head didn’t hurt. No broken bones, though there may be some bruises within the next few days. More than anything, the right side of Ruby’s lower back was in agony due to how she’d landed on the ground. The pain was spreading to her hip and even her thigh. She’d managed to pull herself back into the saddle and make the ride home. She had fairly limped into the house, asking Kelly to tend the horse.
Baal had been beside her in an instant, ready to rush her up to the bedroom. She’d tried to reassure them both that she was fine, nothing a good back rub and a heating pad couldn’t fix. Kelly had looked as if she would have tears well in her eyes soon, and Baal’s brows knit with concern as he nuzzled her. But they’d been willing to relent for now upon seeing Ruby’s reassuring smile. Baal then took Ruby upstairs so he could tend to her. Kelly had quickly cared for the horse, lecturing the now calm animal for being naughty and hurting her mom. Baal was ready to make steaks out of the animal, much to his injured wife’s protests.
Gingerly and with much help she’d settled onto the bed. Ruby relished Baal’s gentle attentions, every touch contained nothing but concern and love. She had enjoyed him smoothing lotion over her back, kneading her muscles to loosen them. He’d even gently worked her neck, before he’d stumbled across a large knot in the muscles of her lower back. With nothing but an intent to alleviate it, he’d focused the pressing of his fingers into that harder area of muscle.
But Ruby couldn’t stand the pressure on that incredibly sore spot. The insistent touch only aggravated her discomfort. She felt awful for not being able to receive his kindness without complaint. Ruby reached her fingertips to find Baal’s cheek, giggling when he pressed his lips to the pads of her fingers. She whispered, “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
Ruby wasn’t fine. Baal knew his wife was in a great deal of pain, and he only seemed to be making it worse. Ruby felt more pecks placed on her shoulder as she thanked Baal for what he was doing. He’d touched a tender spot, but she still wanted him to continue. She received a chuckle at her request, one that was inevitably granted.
Baal’s fingertips traveled up Ruby’s arms, the incredibly light touch sending pleasant tingles over her skin. He rubbed at her shoulders, the warmth of him melting the tension found there. As he moved to sweep his hands over her scapulas, he was even more grateful for all the back rubs Ruby had given him. If he didn’t already know what felt nice, he might not have done that good of a job. He moved his hands to her sides, slowly trailing down. The heat of his hands combated the cold of the room, something Ruby appreciated since she was topless. He pressed little circles on either side of her spine, traversing the length of it. Baal smiled when Ruby took in a deep breath. Her eyes were closed, and she lazily noted she might be fully asleep soon. He took the opportunity to briefly work the knot in her lower back before sweeping his hands elsewhere. He took up a soft pattern of working the area that hurt most before exchanging it for somewhere more pleasant. Eventually the knot seemed to loosen, though it refused to dissipate completely. Baal gently rubbed around Ruby’s hip, enjoying the curve of her form beneath his hands. He glanced up to see her asleep and slipped his hand beneath the waistline of the soft pajama bottoms he’d helped her into. Ruby was hardly in any position to bend down. And she was hardly in a position to do more than be roused from her slumber at the feel of him grabbing her pert bottom. She looked at him as best she could and laughed sleepily.
“Cheeky boy,” she accused him with a smile.
Baal winked at her, a playful grin across his lips. “Can’t help myself Toots.” However, he did decide to be behave and leave his wife be. He withdrew his hands and leaned down to place another few kisses on her shoulder. “Where’s the heating pad?”
“Bathroom,” Ruby mumbled groggily.
Baal left the bed and wandered into the adjacent bathroom. He took a moment to wash the lotion off his hands. With his rings on, the slick sensation irked him. Drying his hands, he dug around the cupboards until he found the heating pad. Ruby’d had the thing for years, but it still worked well enough. He quietly paced back into the bedroom, plugging it in and perching himself back on the bed. Ruby began to wake once more, but she didn’t fight the droopiness of her eyelids as Baal shushed her. He placed the heating pad over her back before throwing a warm blanket over Ruby. He was perturbed for a while as the heating pad did nothing. Then he remembered it had a remote of sorts, so he began pressing buttons until a gentle warmth spread over Ruby. He played with her hair, gooseflesh creeping over her skin at the pleasant sensations. He pressed his lips to her hair, whispering, “I’ll be right back.”
“ ‘Kay,” Ruby breathed out. “Love you.”
He nuzzled her, purring loudly as he replied, “I love you too.”
He then carefully slid off the bed and slipped out the bedroom. He entered the hallway to see Kelly sitting on a bench, the Spawn crouching around her. She hopped to her feet as soon as the saw Baal, anxiety roiling around her tummy. Playing with the ends of her sleeves, she asked, “How’s Mom?”
He sighed softly, striding over to her and taking her in his arms. He pat her hair gently as Kelly leant into her father’s embrace. “Your Mommy is fine,” he promised her. He smiled at how Kelly’s shoulders instantly slumped in relief. He kissed her forehead and said, “And she’s asleep right now, but I know she’s going to want some company. You can go in,” he said, then casting a more stern look upon her and the Spawn, “But you have to be quiet.”
“Where are you going?” Kelly asked, confused.
“I am going to make your Mother a doctor’s appointment,” he said, knowing full well Ruby would not be pleased. She hated seeing the doctor, but he thought it best this time around.
Kelly bit back a smirk and whispered, “Mom’s gonna be pissed.”
Baal sighed, nodding his head at Kelly’s barely suppressed mirth. Removing his arms from around Kelly, he chuckled then himself. Baal’s words were honest and simple, “I know, I know... But she’s taken such good care of me before. I want to do the same for her.”
Kelly beamed up at him as he rubbed her cheek with the backs of his fingers before heading downstairs. It made her...so inexplicably happy that her Mom was so adored by her Dad. But she could also never hide a smile at how much of a softie her old man really was.
She glanced over her shoulder, dual-toned locks framing her face. Blue eyes sparkled as her of yet undone dress revealed the flawless skin of her back.
“Zip me up?” she asked sweetly, though her expression challenged him to do anything but.
She tossed her head, awareness coming to her more rapidly. She almost startled herself when a moan escaped her lips, but she could never help being vocal. She tensed, fighting the urge to buck her hips though she didn’t entirely know why. All she wanted was to press her sex up against that scalding wet heat, and yet she was only too happy to lay there and let pleasure wash over her. She vaguely recognized that her arms and shoulders were cold for they were excluded from the shelter of the thick duvet.
Ruby opened her eyes slowly. The sweet gentle pleasure that had thrummed throughout her frame during sleep crashed onto her as a much more intense bliss and need. She tossed her head back, moaning when his fingertips brushed over her sides. Instead of sleeping beside her, arms protectively cradling her, Baal was under the covers between her legs. She arched her back as his tongue circled her swollen nub once more, his hands moving to spread her folds open. He wanted every part of her exposed, and Ruby clutched onto her pillow.
What a lovely way to wake up...
The tension in her center let her know he’d been pleasuring her for quite a while. Yet he had done so without the intention to tease, if anything, Baal had only wanted his wife to wake up inundated with pleasure. Which she had done so, her taste, scent, and breathy moans forcing him rub his own straining arousal against the soft sheets.
He paused his ministrations as more light reached him, Ruby pushing the sheets down to see him. Her hair was tousled and her cheeks were pink, much like her hair. Adoration and bliss swirled in her blue eyes. She reached down to stroke his hair, her fingers skimming his cheeks. He pressed his lips to her knuckles, his tongue slipping out to lick them. Ruby could hear him purring loudly, and it made her smile.
“Morning,” she laughed breathily.
“Morning Toots,” he replied, his voice velvet and warm. He pressed his lips against her throbbing clit, and he smirked at how she tensed in response. He flicked over it with his tongue briefly before speaking, “You were being such a good girl for me. Are you going to keep nice and still?”
His cold eyes glimmered playfully, and Ruby’s heart thundered even louder.
“Okay,” she agreed. She couldn’t help the gentle rocking of her hips when he used his tongue on her, but she’d try. She really didn’t want him to flip her over and start spanking her or for him to tie her up. She liked exactly how he was with her for the moment. He was being gentle and tender despite his words, every little action sending shivers up her spine. She settled comfortably and bit her bottom lip.
She gasped loudly as he swept his tongue up her folds, gathering as much of her moisture up as he could. He moaned softly at the taste of her, her scent filling his nose. She was so soft, and warm, and wet. He could happily use his mouth on her all day. As he barely grazed his teeth against her pearl, he decided he’d revisit that musing. How beautiful his beloved would be enduring orgasm after orgasm by nothing save his tongue...
“Baal,” Ruby called out his name shakily.
He glanced up at her, smirking while he continued his exploration of her. “What’s wrong, Toots?”
Ruby whimpered at his question, and then cried out softly as he suckled on her. Nothing was wrong, in fact, everything he was doing was so perfect that she could feel that sweet ache turning into a much craved tingling. Her inner walls were tightening, her little nub so sensitive and needy for every ounce of stimulation. She was going to climax soon, and it would be mind numbingly blissful...
Yet it wasn’t quite what she wished. As heat bloomed in her lower tummy, her muscles tense with fighting the urge to move her hips, she wanted to make love to him. She craved his thickness inside her and his warmth on top of her. She wanted him closer, her still tired mind deciding for the first time ever that he was ‘too far away’ with his tongue between her legs. She gulped lightly, blinking languidly as she reached down to play with his hair again.
The words embarrassed her, though they shouldn’t have. Ruby’s cheeks turned a darker shade of pink as she whispered, “I wanna cum with you inside me.”
Baal couldn’t stop the soft groan that escaped his lips, her words going straight to his cock. It twitched desperately, another bead of clear fluid gathering at the slit. He gracefully slid up her body, and Ruby’s eyes widened in excitement. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she involuntarily snapped her hips when the underside of his cock met her folds.
Ruby moaned when Baal pressed his lips to hers, her sound of pleasure muffled. His lips were so warm, and Ruby happily parted hers to let his tongue slip inside. She whimpered as she tasted herself on him, but she ignored it as best she could letting her tongue move against his. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, delving her fingers into dark tresses before lightly scratching down his back. He growled soft and low in his throat, and it made a pang of arousal hit her already burning center.
Ruby broke the kiss on a gasp as his fingers trailed under her nightshirt to play with her peaked nipples. She looked down at where their bodies met, the underside of his cock rubbing against her. She sighed contentedly at the way he nuzzled her and groaned in want. Ruby reached down between them, rubbing her fingers against the sensitive head. He tensed all over, and she smiled at how he seemed to get even harder for her. He was coated in her fluids, hard, hot, but now slick to the touch. That knowledge aroused her more than it should have.
She kissed his throat as he rocked himself against her sex and into her soft touch. The small sounds that escaped him only aroused Ruby further until she thought she’c cum from the delicious friction he was creating. She leaned up to kiss his chin pleadingly.
“I’m ready,” she assured him. His gentle attentions had made sure of that, “Please?”
In a daze himself, Baal nodded eagerly, propping himself on one forearm. He reached down and took took his erection in hand. After a few harsh strokes, he positioned himself at Ruby’s opening before holding onto her hip. He slid inside her, smoothly and without resistance. Ruby tossed her to the side, and his lips traversed her throat as she accepted his girth. He was big enough to fill her to the brink, if he wasn’t careful, he could hurt her. But Baal was always careful, and his possession of her always filled the instinctual need that resided within Ruby as his mate. That craving for thickness was finally satiated, and Ruby involuntarily bucked her hips as he filled her. She bit her lower lip and moaned as he was fully sheathed within her, spreading her open.
She started purring as he settled his weight upon her. Ruby never felt trapped with him above her, instead she felt secure. Loved. And she knew she was very loved as he slowly pumped his hips, soft cries escaping them both. Baal relished being enveloped in her tight wet heat. The fact that she was already close had her gripping him in such a way that he wouldn’t last too long himself. But he kept his pace steady, sensually sliding in and out of her rather than harshly thrusting. They enjoyed that too, but Ruby was grateful that Baal seemed to sense what she needed that morning. She needed his whispered sweet nothings in her ears, made more intimate as he spoke in Sumerian. Her chest felt full to bursting with the adoration she held for him. She needed tender caresses and the gentle rocking of their hips.
She began to ever so slightly writhe beneath him, for the tension in her lower belly was reaching dangerous heights. She canted her hips so he reach as deep inside her as possible. Her nails scraped roughly across his skin without her realizing. His soft growls and gasps in her ears as he reacted to her squeezing around his cock pushed Ruby closer to the edge. They fed off of each other’s reactions, only focused on making their beloved feel good. When the tension in her lower tummy coiled so tight Ruby could hardly breathe, Ruby forced herself to speak.
“I’m close,” she warned him in a whisper, “Baal--”
“Whenever you’re ready, my love,” he whispered in his native tongue. His voice was husky with arousal, and Ruby couldn’t help but nip at his Adam’s apple. She then licked at where her teeth had abused his skin, holding onto his shoulders.
His forehead bumped against hers, warm breaths mingling. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and Ruby whimpered loudly. It was so rare she could climax without any stimulation of her clit. But he’d worked her into such a tizzy, and there was so much pleasurable pressure on her sweet spot, it didn’t matter. He continued to play with her tongue, stealing her breath, swallowing her moans of increasing volume and urgency. He held her hips hard enough to bruise as he pumped into her, and Ruby finally snapped. The ache had given way into a tingle so intense, she nearly went numb for the briefest moment. But then the tension gave way, her inner walls rhythmically contracting around him. Her body’s natural reaction was to try to pull him in further. She screamed into Baal’s mouth, as ecstasy swept over her. She clung to him desperately as her orgasm made the world white out and euphoria still her thoughts.
Baal finally broke her kiss, gasps and broken moans escaping Ruby’s lips. He purred loudly as he took in her hazy yet satiated expression. His pride at pleasing his wife didn’t last long, however, for the heat and rippling motions around his cock was kick-starting a chain reaction in his own loins. He increased the snapping of his hips as he chased that feeling, and it seemed to bring Ruby slightly out of her daze. She smiled up at him, tangling her fingers in his hair. She kissed at his jawline, and didn’t miss that his abdominal muscles were beginning to tighten. It was a secret pride she held that watching and feeling her climax could get him to the edge of his own. Her purring increased, and Baal moaned as the vibrations sent a thrilled shudder down his spine.
“You too,” Ruby whispered to him, “Cum for me.” Her voice had taken on a note of confidence that he found irresistible, though he did love it when her cheeks turned the same color as her hair.
He nodded eagerly, his brows furrowing slightly. The tension in his own gut was preparing to snap, his balls seizing. “I will,” he breathed out, “I will...”
The friction of her silken walls and the gentle touches she gave him made him grit out an obscenity. She continued to let out soft pleased sounds as he rocked into her, for he hadn’t stopped feeling good simply because she’d climaxed. Ruby nipped at his jawline while she took her opportunity to whisper sweet nothings to him in and amongst filthy musings. Baal let out a shaky moan, and Ruby wrapped her legs tighter around his hips, pulling him closer. That action, that blatant desire for all of him, forced Baal’s release. He tensed, letting out a rough groan as he spilled inside her. The relief from the tension was blissful, marking her and claiming her as his own made his head spin. He gave sporadic bucks of his hips, milking every ounce of his seed and pleasure from both of them. Baal resisted her urge to take the skin of Ruby’s throat between his teeth. He’d be doing that plenty soon enough. He kissed every part of her he could reach as his movements gradually slowed, the rolling of his hips settling into stillness.
They laid there, basking in euphoria and each other. Baal had taken one of Ruby’s hands in his own, interlocking their fingers. He purred thunderously as he told her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her...
Sometimes, if she wasn’t careful, tears would well up in Ruby’s sapphire eyes when he told her that. She knew he meant it with everything he had, and it made her so happy that it almost hurt. He licked at her eyes, and she laughed, assuring him she wasn’t sad. Her little purrs reaffirmed that, and she kissed at his collarbones. Baal reached down to grab the warm heavy sheets and pulled them over their joined bodies as Ruby startled to shiver with the cold. She was much happier with Baal and the sheets enveloping her. He rested his weight on her more fully, and Ruby let out a giggle as he proclaimed he wasn’t going anywhere. He was a little heavy, but she wasn’t about to complain. She was surprised, however, when Baal did move make any attempt to slip his softening length from her. Her cheeks flushed beautifully as he mentioned he planned to stay right where he was for as long as she’d let him.
Ruby hid her burning face in the crook of his neck and shoulder, but made no protest. Baal kissed her hair, and Ruby remained content and pliant in his arms. Ruby saw nothing out of the ordinary about their morning intimacy. It had certainly been a treat for Baal to wake her up in such a way, but she missed what it was a sign of. Baal hadn’t been able to help himself as that decadent scent emanated from her. He’d gathered very quickly that Ruby wasn’t feeling it yet, but it was on it’s way all the same. Ruby was about to go into a heat cycle, and Baal’s already insatiable libido for her was increasing tenfold. And he knew he would be a little rougher and a little more demanding of her when she finally started feeling the effects of it. He’d wanted to take a moment to simply treat Ruby like the Queen she was to him. As she laid there tired but smiling and purring away, he knew he’d done well.
