#seraphime

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Some art of my DMC OC Seraphime. I don't have a distinct backstory for him, outside that he was once a member of the Order of the Sword and "died" during experiments to combine man with demon under Agnus' care. His weapon, his Demon Arm, is "Anubis" and has a mind of it's own. Likely the tool that brought him back to life and balanced the chaos going inside his body.

Some ideas I had for his life before things went down is that he and his family were rescued by the Order when escaping Vie de Marli by boat a few years before the events of DMC2 About 2-3 years before the events of 4 he'd have volunteered as the first subject to test Agnus' treatment upon the recovery of the Yamato (some shards not withstanding).

Likely, after waking up and in a fugue state he'd have escaped Agnus' lab, while no one was there, with the aid of Anubis and taken to traveling until he could piece his mind back together. A natural redhead, it's hard to say what his original eye color was, but the blue is definitely a dye choice to give him a more distinct appearance. As is the side-shaved mullet-fohawk look.

Seraphime and Anubis are a team and work in-sync with each other, akin to how a Hexblade Warlock in D&D would work with their pact weapon~!

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Demizu Posuka 

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wordlessly, sephiroth haloes her arms around ebony, pulling the smaller woman closer, and closer still, until she's completely enveloped in her. a hand plays at the small of her back, thumb pressing into the indent of spine; quietly appraising the thrumming energy below the surface, and in someone so slight. she's positively bewitched.

It's immediate ,   the warmth that blankets her so wholly .   Freely given ,   when often times there was a trepidation that often heralded every step ,   every breath ,   every act of the SOLDIER that breaks away from the constant madness if only to spend a moment together .   She feels the gasp that drags itself into stagnant lungs ,   the skip of a tattered heart that barely holds a beat   (   yet somehow it finds one within Sephiroth   ) .   Spaded tail coils lightly ,   clawed hands rising to lightly rest against abdomen ,   bracing ,   feeling the warmth that seeps into cool palms   &   the breath that Sephiroth takes filling her with a sense of calm that she would have never found elsewhere .   A stolen moment of tranquility shared between them ,   hidden away from the prying eyes of the media   &   world that hounds the SOLDIER .    This is their sanctuary ,   an Eden within each other's arms where the air falls still to witness their peaceful intimacies .   Forehead tilts forward ,   pressing against chest with a faint smile that curls corners of painted lips ,   tail slowly wrapping around Sephiroth's legs with a quiet HUM that slips past lips to denote the happiness that settles within the aches bits of her soul .   The lingering hands dipping lower to press to base of spine  &  base of tail draw a short inhale from her ,   eyes fluttering closed as the current of delight travels up the length of her spine ,   claws gently scraping the leather of clothing  &  prompting her to arch her back just enough to look up  &  meet vibrant verdant gaze with slight arch to her brow .   Warmth pools between them ,   taloned hands now skating upwards to graze over exposed skin ,   resting at throat's pulse for the breadth of a second ,   before coming to cradle cheek within palm while other hand comes to rest upon the woman's shoulder .                        ❝   If I didn't know any better ,   I would have hazard a guess that you were trying to spirit me away like some long lost lover .   ❞        She goes quiet then ,   padded thumb smoothing over sharp cheekbone as expression softens under the subtle intensity of Her gaze .   Perhaps that is what they are ,   that within the chaos   &  desolation of a world that endlessly gorges on itself ,   they can break away from its iron grasp to reach   &  pine for each other .   At least ,   it's what she'd like to believe .

❝ ──── Perhaps that wouldn't be so bad . ❞

There's something fascinating about her ,   while it was never spoken aloud within the presence of the other ,   it most certainly was caught within the lingering stares that were cast during intensive training ,   down the the mundane things such as reading a book .   Sharp features that did little to hide the gentleness of expressions ,   the tenderness of a smile that at times extended towards those brilliant eyes of hers when they caught her staring   (   did she feel the same when Ebony found her staring back in turn ?   she could only hope   ) .        Smaller body presses against hers as she once again suppresses a shiver at the thumb that remains at the indent of her spine ,   the exhale released sounding more akin to an enraptured sigh ,   tail gently brushing against the back of Sephiroth's calf with the gentle scrape of scales against leather .    Fate was cruel to give rise to such little hopes ,   but she found herself ruminating all the same .   Were they not already shunted by the world ,   given no place to stand except beside one another ?   Were they not both Eve   &   the Serpent ,   devouring from the same apple ( rotten girls , damned girls , blasphemous sinners already condemned ) ?   She tells herself that she does not dare dream .   Yet still ,   she hopes . She dreams .

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