demonbitch – Page 2 – Hellfirebound

_demonbitch:

_{THE DEMON SMILED; IT WAS ALMOST ABSENT OF THE INSOLENCE THAT RAGED BENEATH THEIR HUMAN SURFACE. is it too hard to clean up your own damn mess? they thought. “of COURSE.” they backed away and leaned back against the nearest wall, eyes taking in the grisly and messy scene. “i can’t do anything about the staining, though~”}

_{he didn’t care about the STAINING ; humans bled enough to fill an entire small area with their insides. it was something that they NEEDED and yet always got in the way. this SPECIFIC human was a victim of the wrong place and wrong time. it was UNINTENDED and yet… it happened all the same, “ do your job. ” he said bluntly as he wiped some of the blood off his hands, “ it’s all your KIND is good for anyways. ”}

_{the demon’s voice was GRATING; ky may have not cared much for the other, but their very presence was VERGING on the edge of ANNOYANCE. if the prince wanted to SKIN someone ( be it human or demon ) he could do WITHOUT the comments of a lower level aberration.}

_{“ you ARE cleaning it up. ” his voice came out as more as a growl as he gave a short glance at the other, “ or you’ll JOIN them. ” it wasn’t a threat, but rather a PROMISE.}

_{// @demonbitch xxx}

_{“Rude,” they said. Wanting to look pretty wasn’t that tall an order. “Who can I file a complaint to?” The demon tilted their head, skeletal muzzle permanently fixed in a morbid, doglike grin. “HR? We can’t even unionize. It’s sad.” They brushed against him again, if only because they knew it would vex him. “I look like cheap roadkill, a pretty collar is the LEAST you can do. Not like I get anything for all of the souls I bargain with.”}

_{The brushing against him this time didn’t strike that much of a response. Fists clenching tightly: he didn’t enjoy being brushed up against. He didn’t enjoy his personal space being violated ( even though he wouldn’t say anything ), and he sure didn’t think that anything he said or did would change matters, “ That’s your problem. Not mine. “ The words came out colder than expected, but they would ( for the moment ) suffice, “ If you want a collar. you have to earn it. ”}

demonbitch:

_{“That’s kinky,” they said. “You’re gonna do this for me, right? Get me a collar?” Of course they noticed how uncomfortable the other was with the touch, but they didn’t care much. Don’t like demons, don’t be a prince of hell! Ha, ha, ha! “Make sure it’s nice and glittery. Pink with pretty rhinestones preferably. I would enjoy THAT.” Were they joking? Were they serious? By then, not even they were sure! “Demons need to feel beautiful once in a while, too.”}

“ Demons need to be many things. “ Ky’lar didn’t think they needed to be beautiful, but rather, they needed to be what they were. if one denied their true nature for long, they wouldn’t amount to much, but that was for another time. “ if you wish to be beautiful. you should have brought that up with someone who gives a damn. ” He was going to add on a deeply sarcastic comment, but thought better of theirselves. it wasn’t nor was it warranted…. for now.

_demonbitch:

_{Them, adorable? That was just so funny! They were a disgusting, diseased beast, what was so adorable about that? They dug their clawed hands into the ground, scraping into a hard floor. Tufts of black fur drifted to the ground like feathers with each movement of their head.}

_{“What’s so amusing about it?” Maybe they sounded weary. They felt weary. They stood brushed against him like a cat. Ha, ha. The joke was on him now; hopefully he had a lint-roller ready, because they were really shedding, weren’t they!? “I never took you for the type to get off on our misery that much.”}

_{The truth was that he didn’t care. Not about their misery or about how they looked. Ky was just in a decent mood and that meant that he actually was being – somewhat – decent. “A collar would suit you better.”}

_{Though, the moment that the other beast started brushing against him, a low hiss escaped his lips. It was an instinct reaction. One that the Demon had little control over these days. Not to mention he would have to change after this. Cleaning up the hair would someone else’s problem. Not his own, “You might even start to enjoy it.”}

demonbitch:

_{@hellfirebound /// eldritch beast form starter call.}

_{“I didn’t think I looked that terrible.” They tried to keep their resentment at bay, but there it was, entering their grating voice. Oh, no, they were terrible and they knew it. Some parody of a living thing, more comfortable wearing a human host than conjuring as themsef.}

_{They settled on their haunches. It was well their emotions could not be given away, skeletal visage devoid of expression; otherwise, he may have been displeased. “Lodge a complaint with our royal highness if you don’t like it.” Yes; complain to Lucifer of the sorry state of his “creations.” They were sure the miserable wretch would LOVE to hear it.}

_{Perhaps they were mad, snarking a prince of Hell. Maybe so. Their breaths emerged as a heavy, sickly doglike panting; briefly, it resounded with the heaviness of a laugh. “After a few decades, it gets a bit stuffy.”}

_{Ky’lar may have had his own thoughts on the matter, but this wasn’t the time to voice his distaste. For once, he was keeping his tongue in check, but as for how long that would last, was up for debate, “I could, but where would the fun in that be?”}

_{Even if Ky’lar could complain, he wasn’t about to. That would have meant that he actually cared. He didn’t, “Seeing you like this is far more amusing than when you have a host.” Of course, he didn’t truly mean it. Ky didn’t care what the other looked like, but this form was more enjoyable to see.}

_{“It may get a bit stuffy, but I think you look adorable.” His sarcasm DRIPPED from his moth like acid, but it was still – partly – true.}