He'd anticipated that you'd get injured, one way or another. Demons have a pension for wanting human blood, either spilled for the sake of feeding or just for the sake of taking it. What could you do in retaliation of the inevitable? Weaklings get crushed, by that of which is stronger than they are, and Urizen was power absolute. He should've seen to your disposal himself, as insignificant as you were to his plans. Though there is something that is so perplexing about you that hinders your eventual demise. There is something that even he cannot ignore.
Or, Urizen crushing on a GN! Reader and rushing to their aid.
He's convinced that it will pass.
Like a dull ache or the bite of hunger after having starved, but even those things require something to be satisfied. What could he need of you? You're a human, a mortal. The only thing that you could grant him is an easy meal. You, who is so insignificant to the king, would stand no chance. You would die before you could even process what had happened.
"Is that so?", you had asked, feigning confidence with a face that dared to smile at him.
Urizen reaffirmed, even if he didn't need to. You believed the behemoth as he sat upon his throne. He could hear your heart beating so quickly in your chest that he was surprised it hadn't leapt out of your throat and pulsed on the floor. It's a fitting reaction. All humans should cower before him, they should recognize that he is their superior in every shape, way, and form.
And yet you stood in front of him.
What pushed you to act so defiantly? What motivated you to speak to him with such impudence? He desired to know, perhaps the only other thing he desired aside from the fruit of the Qliphoth. The demon looked down upon you with that hint of irritation in his guarded gaze, a great many of his eyes fixating on your small figure. It was one of the few things he pondered when it came to you: your confidence and why he was allowing you to live while in his presence. Perhaps it was because you weren't a real threat to him, something that could be dealt with in an instant if he willed it. Maybe he just found you amusing, the way that a jester entertains a king.
Subconsciously, he had began to think of you as such.
When you'd journey through the demonic tree just to see him, he found himself becoming still, straining his ears to pick up on the sound of your heart. Amidst all of the inhabitants, yours was the most distinct, the quick pitter-patter that echoed when you ran and fought the lesser beings after your mortal blood. You'd managed to appear before him quite a few times, so it never crossed his mind that you would ever be in any real danger. That meant that you were formidable enough to come to him unscathed. Though something unpleasant struck his ears as he sat, rooted to his seat.
He thought he misheard, the sound passing, until something rich met his nose. It was a scent he could recognize, a fragrance that only belonged to one soul he knew.
Well... what did it concern him?
You were unlike that of any other mere mortal. You were the jester that came through to visit him, to entertain the king of hell. Your laughter grated his ears, like nails on a chalkboard, such an irritating sound. Such a pest... and yet he listened. When you went on about matters that did not concern him, he held his ears open, he took them in and remembered them against his wishes. The quickness of your breathe when you dared to approach him also was quite prominent in his memories, the way you were careful with your words and how you paid attention to the way he'd narrow his gaze at you with contempt.
Your demise should be the most entertaining act of them all, watched and observed with bravado, but that was not the case for the king.
He wanted to be there for it, to see it himself. If there was going to be anyone to bring you to ruin, it would be Urizen and by his own hands. The demon rose from his seat, summoning the crystalized yamato to his side to carve open a path to where you currently stood. He ought to delight in this, it was something he was convinced of as he stepped through. His gaze was indifferent as he made his grand appearance, your familiar scent wafted through the air, the aroma being another alluring.
There, right there, you sat-- or rather knelt.
The bodies of a few devils laid at your feet, but he could see where you'd been harmed. Your body quivered from the pain, the sharp twist in your side being one that only stung worse by the minute as you glanced at the wine that flowed from the gash made by those terrifying claws. Two Death Scissors materialize as the Qliphoth bleeds them through, the apparitions laughing at your miserable state while their king approaches. Their cackles fall upon your ears as you feel the ground shake beneath you, but you're relieved as you look to see Urizen drawing closer. A quick and painless death would be ideal compared to getting cut in sections or impaled by the scissors of the devils before you. You expect that the king means to crush you to death with a stomp of his powerful leg, or blast a hole through your head with one of his lasers.
He does no such thing, that look of abhorrence remaining in his gaze as he kneels to pick you up. You're so incredibly small compared to him, small enough to fit in his hand like you belong there. Your blood coats his rough palm as he looks at the two demons that float in the air. Urizen dares them to try something, to question his power or to challenge his decision to spare this meager human. The ghosts remain, silent though curious, undoubtedly. Their minds are not capable of forming any coherent thoughts, their only instinct was telling them to kill you and to feed on the blood of your corpse.
And yet... they are intelligent to know what it would mean to challenge the king of hell, the ruler of all demons.
It is why they have the sense to vanish from his sight, less they want their existence to be pointless.
In his hand, he brings you close to his face. Urizen inhales deeply, savoring the way you make his mouth salivate. You watch as he parts his lips to let his tongue slither out and lap at your wound to clean it, as if catching the juices of tender meat right as one takes the first bite. Your taste is more saccharine than anything he's ever tasted before, and the urge to devour you right then and there creeps into his mind like a dull whisper. Your heart hammers so delightfully in your chest, the crescendo of this act. He might've brought you closer to his jaws. What was keeping him from ending your life, from taking that fruit from the tree and savoring it.
Your hands.
Your hands at either side of his cheeks, a feeble attempt at a hug.
It pulls him from his thoughts, and the whisper in the back of his mind quiets itself. It's replaced by the sound of your voice. Even when it's so close to him like this, you speak softly, letting your words be carried like the wind as he holds you.
"Thank you"
Thank you?
A human who thanks a devil... how trivial.
Urizen dislikes the way he can hear you smile, the way that you rest yourself in his hand as your wound begins to heal. His energy was imbued the moment he gave you that 'kiss'. This feeling, it was one he recognized within the husk of his former self. In this form, he thought he was incapable of feeling it, but even now it has him in its sweltering grasp. The king of hell grunts, nearly growling at you, but he says nothing of it. The yamato is summoned again, and with it he creates the gateway to return to his throne. He's taking you with him.
Where you will be kept safe at his side, until he can comprehend why the idea of losing his jester is as insufferable as they are.
I’m not even going to try to be detailed with Urizen’s hand or V’s tattoos. Nope. Not gonna do it. Not siree.
*I say while searching as many references as possible, tears in my eyes*
Also now that I have the concept made up, I’m not going to start immediately. I want to do some others pieces, maybe one or two, before jumping on this bandwagon. In the meantime, while I haven’t started, I’m open to some suggestions on what could be changed. This is my first time doing a “drawing with lyrics” thing so some parts could be better adapted to the song (it’s called Operation Pyrite, btw), or the composition in general.
Here’s the other three parts (I tried to fix some things):
Disclaimer!: The tags above are there for a reason because this fic contains content that may be triggering to some. By reading this fic you are knowingly consenting to exposing yourself to said content, and I am therefore not responsible for any triggering that may occur. So don’t @ me.
Beyond that, enjoy!
You lost, that much was clear.
You lost brutally, painfully. Unbelievably. Your last memories were of Trish and Lady being wrapped in slithering tentacles to be dragged off who knows where, just as you were, and witnessing Dante lose. Dante. Losing. To that thing.
You’d bugged Dante enough before even entering the giant demon plant about why this demon was so important, as the mysterious V had put it, and he relented enough to tell you it had something to do with his long lost brother, Vergil. You’d never met the man himself, didn’t much care to, but the fact that the once thought dead twin brother of Dante was possibly involved... That complicated things; family always complicates things, but you trusted Dante enough to do what he must to end things before they got worse.
Until they did.
Even now, after who knows how long, your dreams had been filled with nothing but that final scene in the demonic throne room, seeing you all fail so horribly. Nero’s screams still filled your ears, the sound of Dante’s sword Rebellion shattering as Urizen sent him flying. The demon, Urizen. That was his name. Not what you had expected when you first saw him, and while you, Trish and Lady fought while waiting for Dante to catch up, it became clear he wasn’t some ordinary demon. You didn’t know what to make of him. All you knew was that he was impossibly strong, swatting the three of you away like flys without even rising from his seat.
Now, though, consciousness had begun to creep into your mind, making you aware of the aches and bruises you no doubt had, all the cuts and scrapes you’d sustained in your pitiful fight. Opening your eyes and shifting around, you could see you were still in the throne room, in a reclined position from... the throne itself? Wha..?
Then you noticed the large hand resting on your abdomen, so large it practically covered you like a blanket, and whipped your head up to blink stupidly at the upside down face of the demon king staring back down at you. Immediately you began to struggle, to which the demon only laughed, having little issue gripping you in place as you tried in vain to escape.
“It wakes, finally.” Urizen’s voice boomed from above you as he wrapped his fingers around you more and lifted you up to his face, turning you this way and that, as though appraising you. It occurred to you that you are completely naked, but with the way he had you gripped in his hand you could not do anything about it.
“Such... a pitiful piece of flesh. So easily subdued and played with. Yet you continue to fight, like a cornered rat.” The demon laughed again, tilting you in his palm and rubbing his large thumb up and down your side that he can reach, circles that are light enough you could say they tickled you if you were not trying to stop it. He seemed to enjoy caressing your sensitive breast and hip, ignoring your one free arm trying to pry his fingers off. “You are no doubt wondering why you still live. It is for the simple reason that I find you... amusing, such as you are. I will need a source of entertainment as I wait for my ascension, and every king needs a few toys to play with. You will be my pet, little human, a position most coveted.”
Tentacle-like vines started to slither from out of nowhere, wrapping around your limbs and removing you from his palm to hang you in front of him. No matter how you twisted your body you could not break free from their hold, hands now bound together above you while others circled your waist, wrapped around your thighs and forcefully parted them. The hand that held you was now freely exploring your body, lightly stroking and circling everywhere with its fingertips. Occasionally its claw would drag against you, not enough to draw blood but it did leave marks, which you were certain Urizen enjoyed since he watched with such intensity.
He enjoyed your bitten off mewls, watching you try to suppress your reactions. Your breasts, particularly your nipples, were sensitive and turning red from the constant attention, and he continued to rub and tease over them until you subconsciously began to rock your hips. Eventually a finger made its way between your legs, and began rubbing back and forth over your soaked slit. If you thought keeping quiet was hard now, this was damn near impossible. The pressure and friction were perfect, and the glide aided by your wetness made you want to scream every time he moved over your clit. That particular area was played with the most, gaining speed till you were on the verge of an orgasm, toes curling in an effort to keep it at bay. You were not about to cum from what this monster was doing to you, you absolutely would fucking not-!
“As amusing as your defiance has been, I grow tired of it. Let go of this pitiful fight and cum for me. Your king demands it.” Urizen growled. You stuttered out a fuck you and he chuckled, finger pressing harder against you until you gasped.
“I. Said. Cum.” He demanded, and this time you couldn’t help the scream that tore out of you as your orgasm finally released. Jerking in your bonds, all you could do was take the pleasure as he continued to rub you through your high, your clit pulsing through every wave of it. He didn’t stop, forcing you over the edge again with a laugh. Once he removed the finger you sagged, panting and shivering. You practically flinched when he started speaking again.
“Hmm, that was most entertaining. How easily you break at the slightest motions, mortal.” He moved slightly and the tentacles holding you moved forward, closer to his face. “Your smell is sweet. I wonder... just how sweet you really are.”
His tongue flicked out and lapped at your oversensitive pussy, licking up from bottom to top, heedless of your squeal. He growled again and continued, lazily licking over your slit like a treat. Occasionally he would lift his hand to play with your body again, tugging at your hair and pinching your breasts, careful not to rip or crush anything. You could feel another orgasm forming and moaned, too sensitive to take anymore but powerless to stop it. He seemed to sense this and licked with more enthusiasm, drinking in your screams as you released on his tongue, orgasming hard.
Urizen removed his tongue and grinned at you, or you assumed it was a grin. The root like tentacles that covered his face and body obscured most of his features, save for one glowing eye and his mouth, which was mostly just dagger sharp teeth. He maneuvered you to his thigh, larger than your torso, and made you to lay down on your stomach facing away from him. You knew there was no hiding from him, exposed as you were, but at this point there was very little you could do to stop him, your body exhausted and weak. All you could manage was to turn your head enough to watch him as he manhandled you into a position he liked. Gently, as though he actually cared that you were at your limit, he used the vines to lift your hips up and expose everything to him. He lifted a hand and began running his fingers over your swollen pussy, listening to your whimpers and weak pleas to stop, that it was too much. Those fingers trailed over your ass, down and back up your thighs, over your back.
“One more game, my pet. Then I will give you the rest you require.” His rumbling voice spoke, and you could feel it vibrate throughout his body and into yours.
Those tentacle vines that held your hips and thighs pulled you up higher, until only your chest was down and your ass was high in the air. You felt a probing around your entrance, and your eyes widened. Before your could protest or attempt to break free, the long shaft of something behind you thrust inside, easily sliding inside your dripping center and hitting against a spot that made you cry out. There was no preamble, the tentacle (and you were sure that’s what it was) quickly thrusting back and forth within you at a fast yet steady pace. Always it hit that spot, that toe curling, mind numbing spot, that made your mouth open in a silent scream as drool dripped down your chin. The tentacle would twist around every now and then as if to remind you it could, and your body would shake in pleasure at the sensation.
All the while Urizen was petting you, almost soothing rubs up and down your back and thighs, like he was absentmindedly petting a cat. Every now and then he would pause his petting to stretch apart your ass, watching the tentacle continuously fuck into you, then he would resume with a pleased hum.
Despite your exhausted state, and the soreness you could feel in your bones, an orgasm was brewing deep with in you. It was the kind of orgasm that started low in your center and grew in intensity, tingling in your clit, your entrance, the whole of you. That damn spot inside of you was the culprit, and you feared what would happen if he started playing with your over sensitive clit again. As if reading your thoughts, another smaller tentacle crept up your thigh, twisting its way up to hover over the top of your pussy. It stayed there a few moments, waiting until you were sure it wouldn’t move, then striking out.
The thin vine-like tentacle circled your throbbing clit and wrapped itself around it, like a snake coiling around its prey. Immediately pleasure, hot and aching, shot through you as it massaged up and down your clit, rubbing the sides and tip of it like you had never felt before. The orgasm that was building in you shot to the edge of releasing, and with a scream that tore your throat to shreds, it ripped through you. Agonizing waves of pleasure washed over you, over and over, fueled by the tentacles still fucking into you, still playing cruelly with your clit. You could distantly recognize the vibrations of Urizen chuckling under you, but they were quickly lost to the ocean of sensation you were in. Even as the orgasm finally abated, still he kept up the torturous movements of the tentacles. You were clawing at his thigh at this point, trying to get away, trying to do anything to stop the feeling, but you were much too weak. Even at your strongest, you doubted you could have stopped him.
Another orgasm built and released, built and released, built and released, with no stopping point. It had to have been hours that passed, though you had no way of knowing.
The thing around your clit was the worst of it. It tortured your poor clit, brushing over and around it again and again, until your teeth threatened to shatter from how hard you were gritting them. After a time it changed tactics, instead slipping over your clit in a way that tickled, like a feather dancing ever so lightly, but had you screaming every plea and promise you could think of just to make him stop. The orgasms that came from that alone, no words could describe.
You passed out some time after that, though every moment it took for that peace to finally arrive was agony. When you woke, you found yourself in a new area. Though you had no idea where you could have been now in relation to the throne room, it looked like a bedroom of some kind. There was a bed, or rather a nest, of vines that you laid in the center of, filled with what looked like scavenged pillows and blankets. Every now and then, you would catch a tentacle twitch within the folds of blankets, telling you that you weren’t really alone.
You expected your body to be sore considering the hell you went through after getting beat, but you weren’t. Even in your pussy you had expected some discomfort, but there was none. It appeared the demon had healed you somehow. You shuddered to think of having to go through that ordeal again, so quick and quietly as you could, you extracted yourself from the nest and tiptoed your way to search for an exit of some sort.
The room you were in was made of the same vines that made up the throne room, but it was windowless, and from what you discovered, doorless as well. The entire circle of the room was closed off, with light coming from somewhere above you, but even if you could climb the walls enough to reach it, the risk of falling would certainly kill you. Panic set in, realizing you were trapped until the demon king came to collect you.
And speak of the devil…
Purple tentacles, of which you had been unaware were approaching, snagged your legs. Unceremoniously you were knocked to the floor and dragged back to the nest, where more of the purple fleshy vines waited. They wrapped around your body and limbs, ensuring you were not going anywhere despite your protests. No sooner were you restrained did you hear the sound of something behind you opening up, the rumble shaking the room. You couldn’t see, but you knew it was him. The stomp of his footsteps and his breathing came closer as the same rumble occurred again. His large face appeared in your field of vision, upside down, mirroring how you first came to be in this predicament. You tried to look defiant, but the shaking in your still bare body was evident.
Slowly, the demon Urizen leaned down, his eyes flicking over your body, like he was checking something. Seemingly satisfied, he then nuzzled into your neck and shoulder, a grumbling emanating from his chest. Was… was he purring?! While the purring or whatever he was doing distracted you, the demon drug his fingers down your body, rubbing over your nipples and tickling at the sensitive skin near your stomach and groin. He slid them between your legs, which tightened in their bonds but were otherwise restrained. As he began licking at your neck lazily, the finger rubbed gently at your clit, making you clamp your jaw on a moan. The gentleness with which he was using on you surprised you the most, considering how ruthless he had been before. And with the healing you had received, your pussy was more than willing to cooperate, becoming slick and wanting in no time.
“Good pet, good.” He cooed, nudging against you, “Give me everything…”
He built you to an orgasm quickly, edging you once, twice, before leaning further and licking at your clit to finish you off, your hips bucking and twitching as you came.
“There… See? I can be merciful.” Urizen spoke, the deep grumble of his voice spooking you after the silence, “Still, I see that stubbornness. No matter. I will prove to you how pleasing it can be to submit.”
The demon stood, and walked around to the front of you, then kneeling onto the nest. He grabbed your legs and tugged you forward, till you were flush with his crotch. There was movement there you didn’t expect, and when you angled your head down to see, horror dawned on you.
The hardened vines that completely covered his groin began to shrink away, revealing a seam. That seam then began opening up, showcasing a large purpled cock that smacked onto your stomach. It was hard, and leaking from what you could see, and when you could not tear your eyes away Urizen seemed to preen. His abdomen flexed and the cock jumped, slapping again against your skin a second time. Despite yourself, you felt your entrance clench while your stomach flipped, fear and arousal spinning in your head.
“Don’t be afraid, little pet.” The demon king rubbed your stomach affectionately as he situated himself, taking hold of his monster of a cock and rubbing it teasingly against your hole.
