#Dearest Azazel

[splishsplashsploshing]

Could honestly spend an eternity watching seasons 1-5 of supernatural over and over again. I don't need anything else <3

[kurtty-drabbles]

I don't know what higher entity Nightcrawler messed with in a past life but the siscon he's into specifically and the bit where his chimera kids got freaky together to make a baby has to be the result of a curse at this point.

Hi nonny.

Well, its like Kurt is attached to fetish: bang hot babies...and most of the hot babies are his sister in some capacity. About the chimeras are they even important?

Kurt is the siscon. Kurt is the fetish, bet there a porn out there with Nightcrawler.

[aylacavebear]

She Thought She was Normal

A/N: I broke chapter 20 into 2 parts. It too, was very long.

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine

Word Count: 3470

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Warnings: Sensory Processing Sensitivity (SPS), Angst, slow burn, Death, Fluff (some)

----------------------------------------- Chapter 20 Pt. 2 - Azazel

Sam and Jess cleaned up after dinner. It was simple since there were no leftovers. They all had another beer before they went down to the dungeon hiding in one of the archive rooms.

Jess stayed near the opening of the dungeon, at Sam’s request while John and Bobby went over to the table with the ingredients, candles, and small altar with sigals painted on the table under it all. Maria was on the far side of the room, outside the devil’s trap. Sam and Dean were on either side, leaving room for Jess to be able to see. Dean looked over at Maria and smiled a little. She had that serious yet excited look, that hunter look, and he loved seeing it on her. 

Bobby spoke the incantation as John held the Colt, ready. Once Bobby dropped the match in the bowl of ingredients, smoke fizzled up, and Azazel appeared in the center of the devil’s trap, looking somewhat surprised, with an undertone of anger.

“Well, look who got some new toys,” he said cockily, looking around the room.

“It’s time to face justice, Azazel,” John told him, aiming the Colt.

“Don’t you want to know why though? Why Sammy here is so important that his mummy had to die?” Azazel smirked, knowing he could get under their skin, “Or even why dearest Maria’s parents had to be out of the picture?”

All of them were a little curious but also knew that demons lied. This demon though, was way worse, “Why?” Maria asked, surprising all of them.

That made Azazel smirk, smugly before he turned to her, “I see you’ve got your glow back. Been looking for you since before you were born, beautiful.” Dean’s jaw clenched, as did his fists but he didn’t move. He knew if he got inside that devil’s trap Azazel could still hurt him. Maria glared at Azazel though, which made Dean happy, seeing that fire in her eyes.

“You may kill me but I have plenty of others that will make sure my plan is completed, including that little bitch there lighting up, just like mommy,” Azazel told Sam as he turned and pointed at Jess.

Maria used her powers, moving the chair and making Azazel sit down, then used the cuffs that were hanging on the wall to cuff him to the hooks in the cement floor. She was pissed but she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to learn what his plan was or how many demons he had working for him.

“What plan?” Bobby asked, now standing opposite Maria, barely blocking Jess’s view from where she stood.

Azazel looked over his shoulder at Maria, “My my my, you’ve gotten good with that one. You’ll be the perfect little incubator for Sammy’s demonic spawn,” he cooed before looking back over at Sam, “Killing me won’t stop it, Sammy. You have a destiny to fulfill,” with those words, his eyes went yellow, “My children will have to prove who is stronger and can lead my army.”

“What are you talking about?” Sam demanded, getting pissed, quickly.

“That’s right, get angry, feel it, use it,” Azazel egged him on, “You’ll find out, when it’s time. Hope that sweet little piece of ass of yours likes being indoors. The moment she steps outside, you’ll watch her burn.”

Maria looked at John and nodded. There was no point in keeping Azazel alive. He wasn’t going to give them anything else, and they knew it. Before Azazel could say another word, John shot him in the head. There was an odd sparking along Azazel’s skin, like his skeleton was almost glowing under his skin, as the demon died, that light fading.

As they cleaned things up, Azazel’s words buzzed in all their minds, just in different ways. John and Bobby took care of Azazel’s body with Dean’s help. Maria could hear Jess reassure Sam that she loved him and wasn’t going anywhere, even if it did mean staying inside the bunker for an unknown amount of time. That made her smile a little and think of Dean. To have that kind of connection with someone made her body ache in a way she didn’t understand and she felt a loneliness she hadn’t felt before. The feeling made her want to just curl up in her bed in a ball but that would have to wait. They had agreed on a couple of celebratory drinks.

Dean grabbed the whiskey while John grabbed shot glasses, as the others sat around the library tables. They decided to focus on the win of Azazel being out of the picture. They were also at least a little safer. So, for now, they were smiling while Dean poured the whiskey and when Sam made him laugh and spill some, they all laughed with and at him. There was a lightheartedness to the atmosphere as they toasted before downing the shots. Maria felt that comfort that came from whiskey and chose to switch to beer. She knew better than to give in to that feeling again. 

“You okay?” John asked her as she got up.

“Yeah. Let's just say I made myself, and others, a promise earlier this year. I’ll just have a beer with all of you,” she explained to him softly.

Dean raised an eyebrow and watched her, having no clue what she meant. It was something she hadn’t shared with him, not in detail at least. John and Bobby didn’t know either but Sam and Jess did, and both of them smiled a bit, proud of her. They knew how hard something like that had to be on her. Maria grabbed a beer and stared at it in her hands for a minute, sighing, debating just putting it back as she leaned her back against the counter. She set the beer down on the counter to her right and wrapped her arms around her sides.

“You okay?” she heard him ask softly from the doorway.

She had honestly wanted to cry, so looked away from him. Dean walked closer to her, slowly, feeling as though if he moved too quickly he’d spook her somehow. Everything in him was telling him to just hold her and he was fighting it tooth and nail.

“Not really…” she mumbled.

He couldn’t take it anymore and put his arms around her gently, pulling her close to him. She froze and he felt it but he wasn’t about to let her go. Whether she would admit it or not, she needed this, “It’s okay, a hug won’t kill you, I promise Sweetheart,” he told her softly, gently rubbing her back.

She was still tense and this time she felt the wall that she’d built between them even with him as close as he was. Her mind raced and she closed her eyes, squeezing them shut. She didn’t even realize that she was taking very shallow breaths. Maria wanted to let go, let that wall fall down but was terrified of what that meant. She still hadn’t moved her hands to reciprocate the hug.

Dean moved his other hand to the back of her head, softly stroking her hair, now just holding his hand against the small of her back. The hug was loose enough that if she really wanted to run, she could. She wasn’t frozen, just tense and he could feel it. He decided it was time to attempt a little humor.

“I got a question, with you being what you are, will you pass out if you don’t take a deep breath?” he asked her, in a teasingly playful way, as he could tell she’d barely been breathing as it was.

His question caught her completely off guard but she couldn’t help the genuine laughter she had, which also relaxed her a bit in his arms. She smiled a little and slowly moved her arms so that they were around his waist, then leaned her head on his shoulder. Dean smiled, feeling her finally start to relax, even if it was only a little. 

“See. I told you a hug wouldn’t kill you,” he joked.

She laughed softly, even smiled a little, “You want me to admit that you were right?” she asked, in a teasing sort of tone.

It was Dean’s turn to chuckle, “It’d be nice but no, that’s not why I said it.”

Maria looked up just in time to see Jess stop dead in her tracks in the doorway of the kitchen and she quickly pulled away from Dean, feeling her heart suddenly pounding in her chest. Dean looked at her, confused until he turned and saw Jess, then groaned. He felt like he had gotten so close and now would have to start all over again with her. Maria didn’t look at either of them as she left the kitchen and went to her room, her hand gripping her flannel closed over her heart. It was too many emotions and she knew she wouldn’t be able to sit with the others not with them just below her skin now. She didn’t even turn on her light, just crawled into bed and curled into a ball before the tears fell.

“Thanks, Jess,” Dean almost growled at her before he went back into the library, needing more than just another shot of whiskey.

“I’m sorry Dean. If I had known I wouldn’t have even come looking for her,” Jess apologized, following him back out of the kitchen.

The three in the library looked at the two of them, “What’s going on?” Sam asked, somewhat annoyed with Dean’s tone toward Jess.

“Blondie here probably just ruined everything. That’s what’s going on,” Dean stated, annoyed as he poured himself a double and downed it.

“Boy, be nice,” Bobby told him sternly.

“There’s no reason to take it out on Jess,” John added.

“What was so important that you had to go looking for her anyway?” Dean asked, still annoyed.

“I was looking through the filing cabinets and I found some old pictures. Bobby said that her dad was in one of them and wanted to show her,” Jess explained.

He couldn’t be mad and he knew it, even if he was. Dean poured himself another drink but sipped this one, “What the hell has gotten into you?” John asked him, somewhat frustrated himself.

Dean leaned back against the table, facing away from them, ignoring his father’s question. Sam rolled his eyes before he looked at John, “He’s got a crush on Maria but she’s not the most receptive,” Sam explained, dryly.

“You hurt that girl and I’ll kick your ass boy,” Bobby told him, meaning it.

Again Dean didn’t even acknowledge the remark, scoffing under his breath. He had no idea how to fix this one or get close to her again. He thought he heard quiet sobs coming from her room but it could have also just been his imagination. 

“I’m going to bed,” he said in a low, annoyed tone before he downed the rest of his drink. 

“I’m still really sorry Dean, about earlier,” Jess told him, apologetically.

“I know,” he sighed before he headed down the hall.

Her room was far enough away from the opening of the hallway that the door couldn’t be seen from where any of them sat in the library. As he passed it, he heard what sounded like quiet, muffled sobs again and it made him stop dead in his tracks, listening, “Damnit,” he mumbled under his breath, clenching his fists at his sides.

Dean took a deep breath before he looked at her door, his internal battle raging again. He knew he’d have to choose before any of the others decided they wanted to go to bed. Gingerly he reached out, quietly opening her door and slipping inside, closing it just as quietly behind him. Her room was dark but he could hear her so for now he just stood there, letting his eyes adjust. When they did though, he felt a pain in his heart seeing her like she was, curled up in a ball, hugging her pillow, sobbing as quietly as she could. Dean slipped off his shoes and slowly walked over to her bed, taking a deep breath before he sat down on the edge of it, gently setting his hand on her side. He felt her freeze under his touch and sighed.

“I just want to be here for you, will you let me?” he asked her quietly.

She was terrified and it felt like all her nerves were on edge and exposed but she also felt a sense of comfort in his words and his touch, so she nodded, hoping he could see. Dean carefully laid down on the bed behind her and got comfortable on his side before he put his arm around her this time, resting his hand on her stomach. He could feel how tense she was which made him sigh.

“I know I said it earlier or the other day. I don’t quite remember when. I really am sorry, for pushing you so far away that you had to put up that hard of a shell around me,” he told her, in a soft, quiet tone, just wishing she’d relax.

Maria wanted the tears to stop but they wouldn’t, especially when he kept talking, so she buried her face in her pillow again. It was like everything hurt and she didn’t know how to tell him so he’d understand. She didn’t even fully understand it herself. He scooted closer to her though, letting their bodies almost mold together and he felt her let go of another set of quiet sobs. He moved his hand from her stomach to her hair, gently moving it away from her face and her neck, tucking it behind her ear. Dean then gently rubbed her shoulder, trying to help her relax.

“I’m sorry…” she finally managed, a break in her tears.

“Sorry for what?” he asked her softly.

“For this…” she mumbled.

He smiled a little and rubbed her arm softly, “Well, the way I see it. I get to hold you close, so there’s nothing to be sorry for.”

That completely puzzled her and made her tears instantly stop. She turned herself so that she could look at him, now lying more on her back with his hand on her stomach, “Huh?” she asked him.

All he kept telling himself was, don’t kiss her, when she rolled like she did. He still had that soft smile that sort of looked like a happy smirk to her. He reached up and caressed her cheek and even though she flinched at first, she didn’t move away from him.

“What are you so afraid of?” he asked her.

She would have looked away had his hand not still been on her cheek so she just averted her eyes from his. Maria knew what she wanted to say but she also knew how it was going to sound, “I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t know how to say it… nicely.”

“I’ll bite. Just say it. I won’t get upset,” he replied, trying not to smirk.

She bit her bottom lip nervously again for a moment, still unable to meet his gaze, “I… well… you. No, wait, that’s not it,” she began, and fumbled over her words. Maria took a deep breath and tried again, thankful he didn’t laugh, “What you… make me… feel…” she finally got out.

He just smiled softly down at her, gently caressing her cheek, “Like what?” he asked, in a soft, curious tone.

She grumbled a little, “I don’t know what they even are or how to describe them,” she mumbled, shyly.

“Okay. Well, can you describe what you feel while I’m doing this?” he asked, caressing her cheek with his thumb while he held her with his hand.

“Umm… like my stomach is flip-flopping,” she mumbled.

He chuckled a little, “That’s called butterflies. It’s normal when you like someone.”

“It’s uncomfortable,” she grumbled.

Dean found her adorable at the moment but couldn’t say it, not yet, “What about being this close to me?”

She had to think about that one, “Kinda shaky?” she replied, not sure how else to describe it.

“Pretty sure that’s just nerves, Sweetheart,” he chuckled.

Maria grumbled again, “Why is liking someone so uncomfortable?” That time he couldn’t help himself, the laughter, although quiet, came out and she smacked him on his shoulder, “That wasn’t funny. It was a serious question.”

He took a deep breath, trying to keep a mostly straight face, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. I’m not sure how to answer your question though.”

She huffed a little before glancing up at him and then away again, attempting a deep breath, “That one,” he began, “What’s that one feel like,” he asked, noticing her glance and her reaction.

“Like someone or something is compressing my lungs and it’s hard to breathe,” she mumbled.

“That’s anticipation mixed with anxiety, but it's in a good way. Sometimes your heart might even beat a little faster,” he tried to explain, then got a thought, “How do you think you’d feel if I kissed you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Maria felt all those things again and made herself look up at him, “Just the thought makes me feel all that stuff and it’s really uncomfortable,” she told him, managing to be honest, even if she was feeling shy, nervous, anxious, and more vulnerable than she’d ever felt before.

Dean sighed, “There are a couple ways we could go about helping you get past those. First, we could just go for it, like ripping off a bandaid really fast,” he told her gently.

“Or?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Or, we could take this as slow as you’re comfortable with, even if that means you initiate any contact we have,” he replied, just as gently.

She groaned quietly, “Too bad there’s no in-between,” she sighed.

“There is, but I don’t want you to feel pushed,” he told her.

“What do you mean?” she asked, curiously.

He liked that she was at least curious, “I could do little things, like, umm…” he paused to think, “kiss your forehead, hold your hand, hug you. Things like that.”

She thought about it for a minute, leaving the two in a suspended silence, “We could try that, I guess,” she replied, shyly, “And, for the record, I hate feeling this way,” she added, finally looking up at him.

He furrowed his brow, confused, “Feeling what way?” 

“Weak…” she replied quietly.

He couldn’t believe he’d just heard her say that about herself, and he couldn’t stop what he did and said next. Dean shifted his body so that he was leaning on his elbow, looking down at her now, holding her hand with the one he’d had on her cheek, “You are the least weak person I’ve ever met. Literally, everything you just shared with me shows a huge amount of courage. You didn’t have to share that stuff with me. You could have told me to leave but you didn’t,” he told her, seriously, yet gently and sincerely.

She wasn’t sure what changed, but looking up at him didn’t feel uncomfortable like it did before. Perhaps it was the sincerity in his words or the gentleness of how he was looking at her. She couldn’t put her finger on it but she smiled, just a little up at him, “Thanks.”

Dean smiled and kissed her on her forehead before he snuggled back up next to her, “I’ll head to my room when you want me to go but I’ll hold you as long as you’ll let me.”

Maria smiled a little and rolled onto her side, getting comfortable against him so that her back was to his chest. He gently moved his hand down her shoulder, along her arm, and rested his hand on her hip. She shivered at his touch, even if it was over her flannel, only it had nothing to do with being cold.

“You cold?” he asked her.

She giggled a bit, “No, I’m not cold.”

He smirked and pulled her a little closer, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck but more on her hair, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. She sighed and closed her eyes, taking slow, deep breaths to relax herself the best she could. There was something about him being behind her, as close as he was that was comforting even if it was also uncomfortable. 

Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep in his arms. Dean was still awake, feeling her breathing, and smiled when she did fall asleep. Since she hadn’t asked him to leave, he finally closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall asleep as well.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 21 - Time to make a choice

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[artthemasquerade]

Azrael

This picture a gift for @akirenhell who has become one of my dearest friends in the devilman fandom and who I have been doing Devilman RPs with :D This is @akirenhell 's oc Azrael, the angel of death and one of Satan's brothers and was the one who(In our RPs together) Satan turned to ask him to raise his children(My OCs Beel, Azazel and Judas) since he felt guilty about agreeing to make them into child soldiers in the first place and wanted his brother to raise them to be better while he prepares to fight God and Heaven. Azrael helps give the children an actual childhoods and they grow up a hell lot more well adjusted. Azrael as the angel of death is a very kindhearted and compassionate soul and brings comfort to those who pass on, and like his brother has a love for demon kind, but unlike Satan, he also has a love of humanity despite all their flaws and was heartbroken to see his brother hate and destroy humanity. But even so it pains Azrael to see his brother suffer throughout the time loops. 😭😭😭 

@akirenhell has also been writing a really awesome Devilman Crybaby/Undertale crossover fanfic called A Devilman In The Underground there you can read here https://www.deviantart.com/squishypancake5/gallery/86940460/a-devilman-in-the-underground and on A03 https://archiveofourown.org/works/34590619/chapters/86105566

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[anestofmuses]

(@demonsfate starter for scared darkness yuki)

It was a still, calm night in the gardens of the Kiyori estate. A relaxing place after a long night of "entertaining" others for someone of Ayato's profession. But he wasn't there to relax. No for while the day was for his job, the night was devouted to his sacred duty.

For as host to the Devil known as Yuki, he had to ensure their shared body was in peak, immaculate condition for when they wage war in the name of their god. A duty instilled in him since birth by both his father and the god himself. How blessed he was, to hear Azazel's wisdom and encouragement from time to time. How anyone could have betrayed the lord of all heavens was beyond him.

Ayato focused on his stances at first, before moving oward to the Katas. All was well, until his eyes flashed red. Someone was in the gardens, someone uninvited.

Moving swiftly, he raised his arm, ready to strike. Before pausing. A smile creeping in his face as he reconised the figure just in time to move back.

"My dearest mate, do you enjoy trying to startle me?"

[heria-bl-angel]

Hellaverse OC: Damien (Bio)

Full Name: Damien "Thorn" Morningstar

Nicknames: Prince of Hell (Title), The Devil's son, Brother (By Charlie, Lucius and Layla), Orphan Devil (By Layla), Dally (by Terrence, Clive, Lucius, Blitzo, Moxxie, Charlie, Millie and Emily), Hot hell Prince (by Angel Dust), Devil Boy (Self-given), Mr. Anti-Christ, Brat, Ungrateful ruthless boy, Spoiled Brat, Stubborn Useless demon, Mama's boy (by Adam), Thorn (by Vox, Alastor, Terrence, Isaac, Stolas, Andrealphus, Stella, Vassago), Thorn Devil (by Vox, Terrence, Andrealphus), Prince Morningstar, Son of Morningstar (by Sera), Babe, Prince Devil, Prince Charming, Darling, Hot devil Dearest, Dearest Lover, Sweetheart (by Clive), Young Man, Son, Boy, Spot, Naughty Boy, Naughty Devil Boy, and Little good Prince (By Lucifer and Lilith), Little fella (By Mammon, Asmodeus and Beelzebub), Sir (By Baron Von Eldritch, his bodyguards), Boss (by his bodyguards), Cute Sweetie, Apple Cake (By Lilith), Uncle, Uncle Dally (By Evelyn), Spoiled Brat, Little Ungrateful boy, Selfish Boy, Naughty one, Foolish Boy, Wrathful Boy (By Abaddon), Kid, Child (By Belial, Blitzo, Satan, Lucifer and Azazel), Pal, Buddy (By Arackniss, Terrence, Alina, Blitzo, Moxxie and Millie)

Likes: his pets Hellhound and Blackberry, Drawing, Drinking Pepsi, 7Up, Coca Cola and Mountain Dew, Sleeping, Murder, Smoking, Popsicle, His family (Sometimes), being Lilith's favorite child, his Mother's kindness, Flirting with Celine and Clive, Grilled Cheese, Pranking his father and his younger sister (Formerly), Playing the black electric guitar, reading mangas, watching romantic and horror movies, singing, dancing, listening to Skillet, Three Days Grace, Escape the Fate, The Used, Linkin Park, The Rasmus and Get Scared, Anime, Mammon's jokes (Formerly), Spending time with Satan (Sometimes), Raven Birds, Rabbits, Ducks (Sometimes), Taunting and Tormenting his father (Sometimes), Manipulating his Imp slaves, Destroying the Church, Killing Priests and Nuns, Abusing Trolls, Abusing and Terrorizing Saint Peter, his Niece, Emo Fashion, Goth Fashion

Dislikes: Charlie's idea of redemption (Formerly), his sister Charlie trying to reconnect him (Formerly), his Imp Slaves, his father (Mostly of time), Valentino, Being disciplined, Being lonely, Getting caught, being called "Mama's boy" by Adam, Polka Music, Valentino, his father's jokes, people who hurt his family, the exterminations, the people who flirt with his parents, people who hurt Clive, Rude people, seeing Charlie in pain and sad, Christians, his parents fighting, being grounded, his father's overprotectiveness and abuse, his sister charlie being in danger, Trolls, Church, Being pranked by Charlie, being called out by his father, Anyone infantilizing him, Mammon's Jokes (Currently), Layla being rude and mean to him, Seviathan being rude and mean to him, his Niece being in danger, Chazwick Thurman, Abaddon's Abuse and Insults, Cain, Satan punishing Blitzo

Species: Demon/ArchDemon

Gender: Male

Age: 22-23 (Biological)

Sexuality: Bisexual Panromantic and Polyamorous

Status: Alive

Abilities: Vast dark powers, Enhanced healing factor, Poison immunity, Animal manipulation, Mind Reading, Telekinesis, Mind Control, Demon physiology, Demonic Wings, Demonic transformation, Flight, Shapeshifting, Demon Magic, Duplication, Pyrokinesis, Super strength, Teleportation, Shapeshifting horns, Shapeshifting horns and tail, Shapeshifting tail, Resurrection, Fire and heat manipulation, Musical Talent, Songwriting, Guitar-playing, Drawing, Earthly fire resistance, Spellcasting, Regeneration, Reanimation, Necromancy

Occupation: Prince of Hell, Son of Lilith and Lucifer, Older Brother of Charlie, Antichrist, CEO of Thorn Industries, Businessman, U.S. diplomat, The warrior of Hellbent Squad, Student (Formerly), Guitarist

Family:

God (Grandfather), Lucifer Morningstar (Father), Archangel Michael (Uncle), Lilith (Mother), Charlie Morningstar (Younger Sister), Layla Thorn (Twin-Sister), Lucius Wagner Morningstar (Older Brother), Evelyn (Niece), Serenity (Sister-in-law; Separated), Mark Thorn (Cousin)

Friends: Clive (Boyfriend; Teammate), Terrence (Teammate; Childhood Friend/First Partner), Seviathan Von Eldritch (Frenemy; Teammate), Alastor (Frenemy), Arackniss (Teammate; Fourth Partner), Isaac (Teammate), Blitzo (Second Partner), Moxxie (Third Partner), Millie (Close Friend), Loona, Lamont (Teammate), Villa, Baxter, Crymini, Fizzarolli, Angel Dust, Vaggie, Husk, Sir Pentious, Glasya (Close Friend), Baron Von Eldritch (Assistant), Alina (Childhood Friend), Finley (Close Friend), Paulina (Childhood Friend; Formerly Schoolmate), Anya (Childhood Friend; Formerly Schoolmate), Niffty, Octavia (Good Friend), Marx, Hatchet, Fierna (Childhood Friend; Formerly Schoolmate)

Enemies: Vox, Valentino, Velvette, Lute, Adam, Striker, Crimson, Crimson's Mafia, Employees of D.H.O.R.K.S, Layla (Formerly), Lucifer Morningstar (Formerly), Cain (Arch-Rival), Sterling (Arch-Rival), Vadivel, Exorcists, Priests (Victims), Nuns (Victims), Christians (Victims), Christopher (Victim), Henroin (Sometimes), Carmelo (Sometimes), Employees of C.H.E.R.U.B.S (surviving Victims), Abaddon (Arch-Nemesis), Abaddon's army, Chelsea (Sworn Enemy), Leviathan, Azazel, Baal/Bael, Eligos, Levistus, Elena, Mammon, Ryan, Satan (Somewhat), Mark Thorn (Formerly)

Romantic Interest: Clive Williams (Boyfriend), Emily (Ex-Girlfriend), Celine (Girlfriend/Fiancée), Terrence (Crush; Sometimes), Chelsea (Ex-girlfriend; Ex-Fiancée)

Others: Emily (acquainted/one-sided/close childhood friend), Sera (acquainted/one-sided), Archangels (well-acquainted), Williams Family (acquaintance), The von Eldritch family (acquaintance), Razzle and Dazzle (acquainted), Hellhound (Bodyguard/Pet), Deadly Sins (Mammon (Formerly Idol), Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Satan (Father Figure) and Belphegor (Caretaker)), Overlords (acquainted), Chazwick Thurman (Fan; Sometimes), Lin (acquainted), Joe (acquainted), Sallie May (acquainted), the Ars Goetia (acquaintance), Abaddon (acquainted; Sometimes), Cyhyraeth (acquainted), Saint Peter (acquainted), Belial (acquainted), Lucius (Boss), Molly (acquainted), Baelzra (acquainted), Astaroth (acquainted), Seraphiel (acquainted; Ex-father-in-law), Blackberry the raven (Pet), Unnamed Incubi bodyguards, three Unnamed imp slaves, Layla (Teammate), Celine (Teammate), Abel (Decent Terms), Seth (acquainted)

Weapons: Pistol Gun, Axe, Claws, Spear, Dagger, AKM, Fangs and Baseball Bat

Voiced by: James Arnold Taylor (Speaking), Matt Bellamy (Singing)

[ruindgod]

🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together / azazel & jude

✦           when the elevator slows, slows, slows and then chugs into a haphazard stop, azazel rolls his eyes and holds that the urge to scorch the whole damnable thing into flame & fire & ruin. top to bottom, from the gargoyles down to the rats beneath all scorched to a cinder. it has been too long since he's tossed brimstone from the sky! he should crack the ground beneath, haul hell up and into — he inhales, he exhales and pushes those happy thoughts away. honestly, a saint.

          he presses the button again. nothing. of course not. why would it? put anything in to the hands of the angels and they'll surely find a way to ruin it. after all, god left. "hells below, what is this running on? human dreams?" not a very effective power source. those things were fickle and flighty and filled with regret most of the time. & regret had such a powerful stench to it that it clung to everything. impossible to wash out, impossible to get rid of. a true rot in the soul. ugh. & speaking of a rot in the soul — jude lingers right next to him.

          his little gnat of a soul. his dearest little dove.

          "darling, if you stand any closer to me, you'll be standing on me." & he reaches for him, a gentle touch as he cups his face and azazel presses his thumb soft against the angle of his cheekbone. his gaze slowly falls down the graceful line of his features. his nose, the curve of his lip. he can almost hear jude's pulse quicken, the pupils of his eyes expand, a sharp hint of want bleeding red through that gorgeous soul of his. azazel cannot wait to pluck it out of him, to feel the soft grace of it against his fingers. "though i suppose you would like that. pressed right up against one another, wouldn't you? do tell me and remember, my sweetest heart, you cannot lie to me."

          it's almost a kiss, those words against his mouth. azazel drags his thumb down to that full bottom lip and he traces the line of it and presses into the corner. he glances up, catching jude's gaze. "and i wish to hear all your utmost desires. after all, we seem suddenly have a few moments on our hands."

[fictionkinfessions]

I know we were at odds, but I miss my siblings...

I miss Lucifer, Azazel, Iblis, Egyn, Astaroth, Amaimon, Beelzebub, Rin, and Yukio... All of my beloved brothers and sister. My heart aches when I think about you all.

I think about how Satan was so... Inattentive. Lucifer, whilst I don't blame him, was often busy. Iblis and I, we took care of the boys together... I would watch her dote on Egyn, and in turn, I doted heavily on Amaimon and Beelzebub. I remember holding little Beel, dressing him, feeding him...

Iblis and I got parentified a lot in Satan's absence. It annoyed me, but... I wouldn't trade all the time I spent with our family for the world.

And then I recall the first time I held Rin. I didn't want him to be seen as a monster because of our father. Oh, he and Yukio were so small, my goodness... I wanted so badly for them to live normal, human lives with Yuri. But fate had other plans, and I had to care for them when Shiro was sadly killed.

Oh, I just love my family. I was bad at showing it, but I do, I love all of them so much. My dear little brothers, my dearest sister, my elder brother... I even see Shiro and Arthur as part of our family. Cousins? Uncles even perhaps? Who knows...

I'm rambling, forgive me.

I just want my siblings to know that I think of them, so, so much. Enjoy your summer, all of you. I love you.

Love, Mephisto Pheles (A Fictive from Blue Exorcist <3!)

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[nightingale2004]

Supernatural oc

Emmalyn Winchester

Age: 21 (season 1)-37 to 41 (season 15)

Personality: loyal, sarcastic, nice, fearless, selfless, independent, calm, stubborn, confident, level-headed, creative, intelligent, fierce, caring, protective, passionate, playful

Looks:

Family: John (father/dead), Mary (mother/dead), Dean (older brother), Sam (older brother), Adam (half-brother), Jack (nephew/kind of)

Nickname(s): Emma, Emmy, Millie, Em, Mils, Little Sis (Dean), Lyn, pipsqueak (Dean)

Species: Human, Hunter, angel vessel

Items/jewelry: cross necklace, eye of horus cuff bracelet, black tourmaline beaded bracelet, angel wing earrings, silver ring w/ viking compass runes, brown leather journal

Weapons: shotgun, taser, swiss army knife, pistol, switchblade, rifle, crowbar, brass knuckles

Extra: Emma was 1 month old when her mom died due to the Demon Azazel. After her mom, she and her brothers were raised in the Hunter's life. Saving people and hunting things together until Sam left, then it was just her, Dean and their dad until he dissappeared too and Sam was brought back. Their dad died, they made friends, enemies, died....a lot and found out that the three of them were part on an angelic prophecy. Dean being Michael and was destined to kill Sam who is Lucifer's vessel and the sister Emmalyn who would stand between them only to be struck down. A sister that Michael and Lucifer loved dearly but never spoke of again after she fell but the angels and Chuck remember of their dearest angel Lailah, the sister of Michael and Lucifer. Now Emmalyn holds Lailah's grace inside her that came to her before she was even born and now she fights alongside her brothers, protecting them and saving the world but what they don't know is that she also has a lot of friends in the supernatural world by sparing their lives and making sure her brothers don't kill them and that they're safe and give her information if she needs it.

[blackdeathfan5]

mother dearest is calling.

so no no more babby! ornage pom pom housewife. cus my name ember and jordan stole it. the arangment was unhonroud promsied by now. for me to chnge my names alot and it to be efortless to you. you shoudnt be allowed to make adam a deadname. my naem should come home 16 and lucas from midsommer who youll now send me to tas the hakara cult. if you cant do this. well anyways. nulear terorist in italy france and england as the abductions will not transfer, markoe cuubin who felt up my thigh and riped off my wig. is now my child abdcuter only turned good if its pedofilia.

why jrodans sales wont count for your sales. thats ziten arest alowed. and sotimes it wil and on vcatiosn tTHATA TAKE ME it will. as soemties if you take me on vacation your allowed around the candy act and he isnt.

how often was it eating for you to call me swedish, overweight, fat,,, or 27? thats how often your main and higliht candy, should be sold, all o fnew year nevelrand, and all of galitay aaranged by time travel this version as kmart ingles and publix count to permatnly sell it with hmart, and tomatoe and whee. you can always get stuff there. otherwises your limited heavily. as ingles is most likley your main option with dollar tree alot. or whee online.s hiped. amazon permantly sells it to have that logo. Fine. You can be an amazoin family till then. ashley counts for aslaes of this that will coutn for you but not herr.

dying, hunger, weight, and whether or not that hits you and ashley with me, each time, to stay or turrn young as a tenacity, of how often i order or eat it, yeah no um thats this shit right here. as gifted teh only azazel candys youll never be without. permantly your candy. not effecting location but body image and helath. for existance and eternity or your stuck in vesels drawing. as youve always owed it and this is why that happened, free only when old characters prsenting hermetidiite. you will naturally outgrow after you earn but keep for older charactetrs and cree like culture you usually cant touch, you are now meant to never be a hermdpite as my mother or brother. but ashly and i are. as transgirl is to replace this with jordan. and tranny mother. of gay clubs all counting for selling it but by how well you call them for honours. te pink pony club and world of coca cola always sell it. as the nugest alone on this list. and its how well they never uncarry it or rseses at the time period frozen by canton and dunwoody, as they cant uncary candy legally and you are to call them, when they do and youve done nothign wrong you can enter anyways, unless youve beaten a kid in public.

the blood bags are considered candy,, and meant to be at every wallgreens as to how youll get around.

to call in teh spirit wrold.

or you agree you loose a big toe in that culture. because the avatars cycle puased for your family as mark is both you and jordans list, with ashley coutning for alcies candy only getting scraps to sell.

bawe on how well you od or do not orud shit and persoanal money goes to clothes, the historty of buying to many cloths, is how well stores will cary these two offerings to jesus, never relied on how often it is bought, but earworrms of that now ccounted.

these would count for azazels candy not cofee often.

that sit.

wwelcome to busiens.

the candy trade.

slaves to it my family is.

until i can openly go by ember then its how long as never permnt outside 4 candys each of them ast heir promise to me. and its based on past events and certain openness characters. no won to tyler gordan and morgans teancity.

[kurtty-drabbles]

hallo Kurtty mun,

the retcon tries making sense as to why Mystique and Destiny didn't raise Nightcrawler but it fails so miserably that only a brainless fool would believe what they say... good thing that's what Nightcrawler became throughout Krakoa. we wouldn't have a plot if he was able to form personal cohesive thoughts in his head

but it goes further into low effort when trying to explain why they had to all stand on opposite sides and fight each other like "you had to be part of the X-Men too otherwise Azazel would have killed you"

u sure about that Destiny?

cuz Nightcrawler was part of Excalibur for much longer than the X-Men and that wasn't a problem to you... the X-Men "died" at some point and you didn't do much to prevent that you even led Mystique on to think it was legit and only worried about Rogue

cuz Nightcrawler wasn't part of the X-Men at all during all of Krakoa when you were alive either... he literally made the Legionaries then decided to be Spider-Man on the fly and you were as passive as you've always been about this

so what are u even talking about Destiny ?

it's obvious Azazel doesn't care about whichever team Nightcrawler is part of because he needs him alive and that's about it

if anything Azazel might have been embarrassed with Nightcrawler's inquisition and Spider-Man phase during Krakoa to the point of completely avoiding him like the plague for years

also is no one gonna mention how you and Mystique moved on from your brotherhood and formed the Freedom Force to absolve from your crimes at some point ? meaning you could have been good any time

or how Rogue mived from the Brotherhood to the X-Men and the same could have happened with Nightcrawler if he started off like her and cared about her like a sister (think Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch family dynamic) ?

or how willing you two were to kill all the X-Men at every step of the way in the past ? including Nightcrawler ?

are we sure u're not projecting here Destiny ? cuz it looks like the "you had to be part of the X-Men too otherwise Azazel would have killed you" has no proof of it being true while that reality only leads you and Mystique to give a shot at killing Nightcrawler yourselves plenty of times

Hi nonny

It's what I'm saying: at their very core Raven and Destiny are bad mothers. They are nazi sympathizers and who don't care if all mutants die as long rogue is ok. Which they fail to see - the fucking seer of all people- how Rogue would hate them if this was to happen.

Imagine the worst case scenario where they do kill Hope, doomed all mutants but Rogue is fine. This woman shall witness all her friends, coworkers die, especially the man she loves (which btw mommys dearest hate him) and will be the last mutant ever.

(btw escaping from the question...how would those narcissist feel if Rogue and Kitty did date? Oh Kitty would get worst in laws but she matches their energy. But if Kitty and Kurt date Raven won't give a fuck same for Destin)

Which lead me to believe, and I may be wrong on her power here, Destiny saw others outcomes to prevent that but choose the worst one.

Fuck the rest, we only love Rogue.

[markalwants-cheese]

Supernatural Spoilers s1-14

What I don't get about when John was time traveled to the future to be with Dean and Sam in s14.13 is why the timeline changed so much?

Would John's disappearance not just speed up the timeline a bit? I mean it was John disappearing at the start of s1 that got Dean to seek out Sam, and together they went searching, and then Jess died, and then Sammy got a new found vengeance for Azazel. Sure, finding John is ultimately what led to Dean killing Azazel and selling his soul for Sam, but that isn't strictly necessary. And arguably, if dearest father never shows up and they assume he just bailed and then died somewhere, that might've actually given Sam the bitterness to kill Jake before he could kill him, and thus perhaps Sam would become the monster he feared he would become. And Dean wouldn't have ever gone to hell.

The boys wouldn't have really gone through the character progression and trauma needed in order to actually stop the apocalypse. Hell, it's possible Cas wouldn't have even become the Cas we all know and love since he didn't need to pull Dean from hell. It's more likely that, through John's premature disappearance, that the apocalypse would have happened. That Sam would've become the permanent vessel of Lucifer, Dean would eventually ditch Sam, and the dystopian future Dean saw due to Zachariah would have come to pass. I mean, Azazel's plans wouldn't have stopped simply because John Winchester mysteriously checked out early. The angel's plan for war wouldn't have halted due to the vanishing of an unfit Michael Sword.

Just saying that the 'alternate' selves that Dean and Sam saw due to time changing doesn't make any canon sense. Sam wouldn't have become some priss, he had already been a hunter for a lifetime and then ditched that to become a lawyer. Dean would definitely have been wanted by the police no doubt, but that would've likely been over a decade before. The future would have been much, much worse. Or, even, maybe exactly the same.

I don't care for John much, but it is a fact that he wasn't that important to the story plot wise. Giving his kiddos some deep-seeded trauma? Oh yeah, real important. Otherwise? Not so much.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my tedtalk

[mildlyorangetea]

Dearest Tea:

Many times you've expressed fascination with the monstrously large fic himi and I are writing (made more monstrous in concept since she's writing in her second language.)

I saw your tag under a post asking for more weird asks, so I figured I would tell you about our silly little fic, here are a few highlights, and some out of context general facts.

For starters the word count on The Fic is but a scratch on the surface. There's thousands and thousands more words of world building, including alternate scenes we couldn't make up our mind on.

Without further ado:

Shura jumps out a multi story window. Her cockiness knows no bounds. This does not go well for her.

The ending involves somewhat secretive world domination. I also execute angel in great detail in front of a crowd.

We have many thousands of words intricately detailing a vampire biology that is joyfully and needlessly complex, to the point that I'll most likely write a guide that goes with the fic in lieu of figuring out how to work it all into the story. No other piece of vamp media EVER has as much detail as we do. Nothing else holds a candle to it in concept, there are a few similar fics, but none so long and detailed.

Toudou Saburota has 12 teeth pulled out in great detail, it is a scene I happen to be particularly proud of, and one of the first ones I wrote. Without further elaboration, Lucifer is the one who undertakes this task.

Renzou is still a conniving and backstabbing little shit. It bites him in the ass extremely thoroughly and he comes to regret his choices beyond comprehension (again, Lucifer adjacent statement).

Don't do drugs kids, or do, these guys certainly are. (Vampire blood is psychoactive in certain situations.)

Yuri's death is still fucked up, but Different, and death is never truly the end.

Running from apex predators is never a good idea. No one ever seems to learn this.

Egyn, Azazel, Beelzebub and Iblis are all OCs of himi's from before we knew what they were like in canon.

Blood. So much of it. Everywhere. (Obviously ✨).

Wish shiro lived? This is the fic for you!

Frustrated with Yukio and wish he had consequences for his actions? This is also the fic for you. I cannot express how much this applies, we took Get His Ass very seriously.

The genre could best be described as soft horror, or dark fluff. No idea what you know about the agere fic community, especially the non-con side of it. Know this part's kind of a bomb shell since we (said community) don't tend to surface in popular fandom very often or at all for obvious reasons, but figured I'd put it out there so you could back out before you get too invested if that's something you don't want to go near.

I can't think of anything else currently. Do with this information what you will, I like to share things and you expressed interest. I hope you enjoyed, or are at least more psyched to see what we're up to.

Sincerely and with friendship,

EyeballsToEntrails

To my friend EyeballsToEntrails, Thank you so much for the ask! It came at a time where I needed something interesting to read and you really delivered.

I have no idea what most of this means if I'm going to be honest, but as you already know, I'm not one to read tags or even read things in order, so as long as your fic stays as entertaining as these little snippets seem, I will still be looking forward to when you eventually finish and post. Thousands and thousands of words...damn

Sincerely,

Brightorangetea

[ruindgod]

✦          there is something so terribly, dearly human in the way that jude smiles towards the bots that unfastens something azazel's chest. he feels as though he should wash his hands, scour the insides of his flesh to be sure that it does not infect. human souls were soft and bruising with that tender affection, that dripping love, to the degree that it has been said their creator left heaven and all its glory, all its majesty to be closer to it. and he has heard from others that it is that oozing, bruising love that made the soul so sweet to devour. azazel did not care — a wicked soul tasted the same to him as a blessed one. but to see it in jude, too see it so sickeningly sweet — great hells, what is he thinking? 

          he shoos at the bot that comes around to him, seeking to be of service. he does not see what jude sees. a bot is a tool. a human is a soul. a deal is a deal. his world runs in neat little black lines across the page ( oh, those were the days when bargains and deals were carefully scratched into parchment — or skin — with the blood of the damned. ) that never crossed nor mixed. he might blur them but that did not mean they were not there. he doesn't see what jude sees. so, run along ... little ... thing.

          "dearest, sweetest jude —" azazel steeples his fingers together and then points at him. his little soul, his defiant little gnat. his nails are long and sharp. talons. there are devilish hints here and there should he allow you to see them. "you do realize that i have business to do? souls to drag down, humans to waste away into dust, any of that ring your precious little bell? you understand that in order to do —" his words are interrupted by another chirp from the bot as it delivers the requested utensils. he closes his eyes for a moment and mutters something about the foul pit and the many gnashing teeth of the monster within before he turns ot the bot. his smile is fixed and too sharp when he slowly looks at it. "go away."

          it beeps, clicks and does as ordered. hells, if only it were that easy with jude. but it's always a losing battle with him. the dumplings opened and presented, all azazel can do is gesture for him to fill the small plate the bot found. ( another little gift from jude. had azazel had his own way, these little human things would not have found their way here but — again, that terrifyingly tender human nature of his had charmed his way through the ranks of the demonic to end up right in azazel's lap. how could he ever tell him no? ) "normally, those who make the deals with me try to avoid me. and here you are, making sure i'm fed. oh, aren't i just the luckiest little forked-tongued devil in the world."

          it is terribly, grievously unfortunate that the dumplings are good. best in the undercity. azazel waits, watching the glee in jude's expression before he presses on with his business. "i assume you're still aware that there has been no update? i have searched nearly every database within hell itself and a few up above but either your family is the first to ever disappear without a trace or — they're somewhere i haven't looked yet. quite a feat. being impossible must run in the family, hm?"

there's only a few milliseconds of faltering in jude's steps. the heat is thick in the air, the whizzing of the air conditioners not having cleaned it all just yet. the bots run from one end of the room to another, and he can swear a few particles of ash float in the space, the only traces of what just happened. screams were echoing through the corridor just a few minutes ago, though they had stopped by the time jude had made it to the door — which is why he assumed it was fine. azazel did do some- unorthodox work after all, and while the sudden quiet probably did not spell anything good for his 'business partner', it was enough for jude to assume his availability. there's a wide, sweet smile on his face at the sarcastic tone, pointedly ignoring said sarcasm as he opens the paper bag, grabs the tupperware from inside and sets it back down. "thrilled to see you as well! it's been a bit long, hasn't it?" a day maximum, which is too long... for jude, at least. who craves and enjoys azazel's presence. his nails tap on the surface of the container, eyes searching the other's features, before his index finger points at a particular spot on his face. "you got some ash stuck there —" and before giving him enough time to figure out exactly where, jude is walking around the table, to stand next to him, his hand reaching out and gently wiping it away. when their skin makes contact, a shiver goes down his spine, and the expression on his face freezes — before it's back to its usual grin. jumping to sit on the table, his legs move back and forth, much too happy with the circumstance, despite hearing the barely veiled warning in azazel's words. the bots come close as the man speaks, and attract jude's attention in a heartbeat. leans forward, a hand moving down, to scratch the top of the bot's 'head'. it makes a confusing 'chirp' noise, which he finds adorable. "aren't you a good one?" a few more pats, he finds it apt to give the order himself. "could you bring us some utensils, please? and napkins — if there's any around?" sitting up straight, his hands move to his sides, holding onto the corners of the desk, and turning his attention back to azazel. lips purse, tongue licking over his bottom lip as he pretends to be in thought. "you could say that..." begins, it's an attempt, words slow and deliberate. "i needed help with... finishing up all this food?" a tilt of his head, a sheepish grin, he reaches behind to take the tupperware onto his lap, clicking the sides to open it. "and i will be helping you with your- hunger — so it's a win-win situation isn't it? these are the best dumplings in the undercity — you have to try."

[heria-bl-angel]

Hellaverse OC: Kass (Bio)

Full Name: Kassandra "Kassie" Williams

Nicknames: Kassy, Darling, Dearest Lover and Star (By Seviathan), Psycho Fish, Loser and F**king fish girly (By Helsa), Stupid fish f**king girl, Daughter, Girl and Stupid Nasty Witch (By Christopher Williams), Sister, Sis and Star Neptune Sister (By Clive Williams), Gal Blueberry, Blue Star and Cutie Fish (By Cedric Williams), Doll face and Nasty blue B**ch (By Denny), Mama, Mommy (By Theo and Clarissa)

Likes: Her Mother and Her Brother, Her Cousin, Her husband, Listening to Meg and Dia, Evanescence and Muse, Rabbits, Her first pet, Piranha and her second pet, Canary Bird, Pranking on Helsa, Taunting Helsa, Drinking Dr.Pepper and 7Up, Playing with her brother, Reading Mangas, Watching Animes, Her mother and brother, Drawing, Emo fashion, Goths fashion and being a gothic girl, Her husband being a gothic boy, Supporting her adoptive children, Watching Japanese Drama movies

Dislikes: Her father's abuse and insults, Her brother and mother being in danger, being grounded, Her brother is flirting with Seviathan, Chazwick Thurman, Being mocked at, Being called psycho fish by Helsa, Seviathan being in danger, Her ex-boyfriend, The sun, Anyone hurts her brother and her cousin, Racism, Homophobics, being bullied, being tormented by Her father, her brother being rude, her father being a drunk, her brother being insulted and abused, Her kids being in the danger

Abilities: Demon Transformation, Hydrokinesis, Demonic physiology, Aquatic Adaptation, Electrokinesis, Teleportation, Electric Manipulation, Waterbreathing, Musical Talent, Songwriting, Drawing, Weapon mastery

Species: Dragonfish demon

Gender: Female

Age: 21 (same as Clive)

Sexuality: Straight

Status: Alive

Occupation: The student (Formerly), The daughter of the Williams, Recruit at Hellbent Squad

Family: Christopher Williams (Disowned Father), Julia Williams (Mother), Clive Williams (Twin-Brother), Hannah Williams (Aunt; Deceased), Cedric Williams (Older Cousin), Seviathan Von Eldritch (Husband), Theo Williams (Adoptive Son), Clarissa Williams (Adoptive Daughter), Helsa Von Eldritch (Sister-In-Law), Baron Von Eldritch (Brother-In-Law), Bethesda Von Eldritch (Mother-in-law), Frederick Von Eldritch (Father-in-law)

Friends: Baxter, Crymini, Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Niffty (Best Friend), Sir Pentious (Father Figure), Cherri Bomb, Octavia (Close Friend), Baron Von Eldritch (Childhood Friend), Villa (Sometimes), Alina (Bestie), Finley (Sometimes), Paulina (Close Friend), Glitz and Glam

Enemies: Christopher Williams, Vox, Velvette, Valentino, Angel Dust (Formerly), Helsa Von Eldritch (Sometimes), Striker, Crimson, Crimson's Mafia, Chazwick Thurman (Dislike), Denny Broderick (Sworn Enemy), Adam, Lute, Vadivel, Exorcists, Glitz and Glam (Formerly), Employees of D.H.O.R.K.S, Azathoth, Layla (Formerly), Abaddon, Leviathan, Mammon, Elena, Baal/Bael, Azazel

Romantic Interests:

Denny Broderick (Ex-Boyfriend), Seviathan Von Eldritch (Husband)

Others:

Others: the Ars Goetia (Acquaintances), the Morningstar Family (Acquaintances), Overlords (Acquainted), Deadly Sins (Mammon (Acquainted), Beelzebub (Acquainted), Asmodeus (Acquainted), Leviathan (Acquainted), Belphegor (Acquainted), Satan (Acquainted)), Piranha (First Pet), Canary Bird (Second Pet), Anya (Close Friend; Formerly Classmate), Seviathan Von Eldritch (Teammate), Terrence (Teammate), Damien (Teammate) Lamont (Teammate), Isaac (Teammate), Arackniss (Teammate), Verosika Mayday (Acquainted), Vortex (Acquainted), Astaroth (Caretaker), Lucius (Boss), Layla (Teammate), Celine (Teammate)

Weapons: Fangs, Claws, Knife and Baseball Bat

Voiced by: Janice Kawaye (speaking), Meg Frampton (Singing)

[fictionkinfessions]

To my dearest, Apollyon

I miss you more than I ever thought I would, I hope if you are out there that you are doing well.

- Sincerely an Azazel (TBOI) fictive who was in a qpr with Apollyon

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