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Haarlep’s existence and him being thee distraction, thee spy that his father sent proves that Raphael is very human in a lot of ways because I view that relationship as absolutely being a hindrance to him. Haarlep says as much.

Cambion have a need for twisted companionship. In Brimstone Angels they are said to create these sort of twisted bonds. They have favorites. The people that they like in their own fucked up way- it’s not loving & it’s not healthy. I think both him and Mizora exhibit this behavior in game. Just two examples: Mizora refers to Wyll as her favorite warlock and that seems so- She is up his ass in game. Their relationship does not feel like a typical Warlock x Patron relationship in a lot of ways. I won’t use Tav/Durge and Raphael bc you could argue his need for the crown is his sole reason to be up their ass (I don’t think so though lol.). Even after Wyll refuses to do something she simply punished him with a slap on the wrists of sorts (Yes it was painful but he could still walk, talk, function just fine.), most Warlocks would’ve gotten a lot worse for disobeying (destroyed lol.). She does let him out of his pact relatively painlessly. If you save his dad she doesn’t do much else. She congratulates him for getting a back-bone.…she’s evil and awful but the more you know about devils the more her behavior to him seems incredibly favorable. There’s also a book in The Devil’s Den where Raphael journals about a woman who he offered a deal not because it benefited him in any real way, but because he liked her so much and it (she) seemed like fun. I think they’re looking at love/affection, etc. as a possession and that’s what they would think of as being favorable. It’s not obviously Loving. It’s not real love how we would consider love. But plenty of people have discussed the “Can cambions love?”question.

So Mephistopheles’s sees his son. He sees how driven he is towards getting this crown. We don’t know when he gets Haarlep but obviously Raphael was enough of an issue, enough of an annoyance to Mephistopheles that he sent him- Which is a compliment in itself to Raphael’s abilities.

So why does he send Haarlep because I don’t believe that Raphael couldn’t get sex anywhere he wanted. Even if he bottomed 100% of the time like it’s said in-game, I don’t think Haarlep is necessary. I’m not in the camp of “Oh, he only would bottom for Haarlep.” First of all bottoming doesn’t mean losing control or being submissive at all. It can mean those things, but it definitely doesn’t always mean those things. I don’t think his pride would be affected either for similar reasons, I think he looks at it as “I’m not pleasuring anyone but myself, you worship me.”. Second he’s the son of Mephistopheles what does he have to be scared of with 90% of creatures? He can fucking kill them I don’t think so. I think he can get sex wherever he wants And I do think that obviously it’s not a monogamous relationship between these two devils you know we know it’s not because of boudoir invitations but I’m sure Raphael messes around as well…don’t think monogamy is how that’s working. So it’s not sex, the sex is just a big benefit.

I think Mephistopheles sent Haarlep to mimic companionship. Not love but companionship, that Raphael can pour his humanity into. He probably had plenty of past relationships with mortals over the millennia, and he did do this. And I bet it was mostly (or all) humanoids because his entire staff list (except Daddy’s gift!) are humanoids. So who does his dad send to be Raphael’s mail-order malewife? A full-blooded devil. An incubus. Somebody who’s never going to love or care about Raphael in truth. But Raphael probably has always had a companion on and off of some sort because he has a need for that, due to his humanity. He likes those twisted romantic/familial bonds. He’s never gonna address why he has those needs but he does have them. So his dad gives him someone who is essentially eternal, will never love him back and who will give him the best sex ever. Concubi sex is the best sex in the realms- AND he probably already was a narcissist, but it can become him. This stunts him to the point where now he only wants to have sex with himself because incubus sex is the best and it’s him. Why else would he want anybody else? He basically put him in the situation where he has nobody to rely on emotionally but a spy. And he might’ve resisted at first but he obviously gave in, and he’s running home to this thing that pumps a charm in your veins. Haarlep says themself: “Even Raphael can’t deny me.”.

I do think Raphael would benefit from having a partner that was not a devil, just even emotionally because he could safely sort of expose some of his humanity where his father has him exposing his humanity to a devil who is likely telling Mephistopheles everything worth knowing. This is supported because if Raphael was killed, and you let Haarlep live- They immediately go back to Court in Cania and make fun of Raphael. Their loyalty was not to Raphael. And I love Raphlep and am going to continue to consume it but I just. It’s a bad situation for the little narcissist guy lol.

Yeah.

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reading up on the mephistopheles lore and he’s kinda a dramatic cringefail loser just like his son… unfortunately i’m into that shit tho..

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Oops I dropped my updated drive of DnD resources that I'd NEVER put the 2024 Player's Handbook on, or any other materials.

That would be so reckless of me. Who would leave 100+ DnD materials just laying around?

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feels so embarrassing to b hyperfixated on your own oc like the smallest thing that reminds you of them has you giggling and kicking your legs and smiling goofy in public but it’s like sorry everyone i was thinking about shmoopsie from my brain again. yeah the one like max 10 ppl know about

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no cause im doing the cazador side quest right now & it’s making me think about how fucking terrifying mephistopheles actually is like omg. what the fuck do you mean SEVEN THOUSAND SOULS. that’s insane idk man like that’s a lot are you sure you’re not being dramatic?

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t shirt that says “i used to be worse”

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BG3 text - Raphael (7/?)

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for @artilaz

afab gn tav, voice kink, smug insufferable raphael

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The devil just kept appearing when he wasn’t wanted. It didn't seem to matter how Tav or their companions always told him to buzz off, that they weren't interested in his infernal offers. Raphael was a persistence predator, and every time he showed his handsome mug, he was patient and cordial, as if each stale interaction hadn't happened. As if he was so confident they would return to him, they would need him, that their disregard for his generous attention simply slid away like water off a duck's back. He was like a hyena waiting for his cornered prey to fall into his mouth – toying with his food, as Gale had said – and it was infuriating. So when Tav heard that now familiar little sound of hellish teleportation, when the stink of fire and sulphur flooded their nose for a moment, they and their companions shared a grumble. Not this again…

“Haven't you got anything better to do than bother us?” Tav said; they wanted to get the first word in for a change.

Something was…different about Raphael this time. Though he was always polite to a fault, Tav thought that maybe they could sense an undercurrent of irritation or frustration developing from their constant rejection, that even a powerful everlasting creature like him had his limits – wishful thinking, probably. Yet as he stood there, emerging from his portal of hellfire and brimstone, there was a certain energy to him, something in the tilt of his smile, the gleam in his eyes…some kind of dark delight he was thrilled to share. Tav felt on edge, and they weren't the only one. They heard their friends shifting uneasily behind them, moving to grip weapons just in case.

“Now, now,” Raphael crooned, waving his hands in a passive motion. Always so expressive. “There's no need for such a vitriolic response. I'm not here to try and convince you of the error of your ways. Quite the opposite, in fact. At least, for one of you in particular…” His deep, soulful brown eyes stared at Tav, through Tav. I know something interesting about you, they said. Tav's stomach dropped.

“The fuck are you talking about?” Snapped Karlach. Raphael's eyebrow twitched, but he barely glanced at her.

“He's not talking about anything,” said Tav. “He's just being cryptic as usual.” Raphael's twitching eyebrow raised high on his forehead.

“Really?” He drawled with an obnoxious little tilt of his head. Dragged the word out, growly and amused. Deliberate enunciation. Sweat began to bead at Tav's temples, cold fingers of suspicion crawling up their spine. “Talking…such a simple concept, and yet, words…their sounds…can hold so much power.”

The baby hairs on the back of Tav's neck and arms rose. “You know,” they whispered.

“Yessss,” Raphael purred. A viciously smug smirk twisted his features, showing a glimpse of the scheming fiend he truly was. How much he was enjoying their horror and discomfort. “Sweet little mouse…I know.”

“What does he know?” Asked Karlach. “Tav, what's going on?”

“Please, not in front of them,” begged Tav when Raphael's smirk widened.

“As you wish.”

He clicked his fingers and, just like when he first accosted them, Tav found themselves in his House of Hope, at the mercy of its master. Raphael stood, backlit by the roaring fireplace, creating elongated shadows from his human guise. He observed them for a moment in silence, clearly delighted.

“Imagine my surprise,” he said after consideration, speaking in swaying dulcet cadence. “When I learned that the stalwart adventurer rebuffing me at every turn, denying my every attempt at co-operation and treating me as though I were naught but a bothersome snake oil salesman…is the very same adventurer bringing themselves to a breathless, mewling climax each night in secret, beneath their hot and sweaty covers, aroused by thoughts of…ah, how did you phrase it in your throes of ecstasy? My “rich and rumbling baritone”? Creative, I'll give you that.”

“How did you find out?” Demanded Tav despite their mortification.

“I have my ways. Don't fear, I've hardly the spare time on my hands to watch you every night, but let's just say that, for a devil of my calibre…the magnitude of a mortal's lust for me can be something of a beacon through the din of your chaotic realm.”

“Well, then,” Tav muttered miserably. “What's your plan? Are you going to blackmail me into signing your bloody contract?”

“Tempting,” Raphael hummed. He stroked his chin. The way he was looking at Tav made them want to fidget. They resisted the urge. They'd given this devil enough already. “Hmm…no, I think…tonight, little mouse. When your friends are sleeping, when you've tucked yourself so sweetly in bed, when you feel the first embers of desire stirring and your greedy little hands begin to wander…that's when I'll be there.”

“What? What does that mean?!”

Tav received no answer.

“See you soon,” the devil cooed, and Tav was back with their alarmed companions, scrambling for an explanation. Eventually they managed to defuse the situation after they swore they hadn't signed anything and wouldn't sign anything, but in truth they weren't so sure anymore.

They tucked themselves away earlier than normal, when the sun began to sink beyond the horizon. In their thin sleeping clothes, beneath their scratchy blanket. Their small tent, far away enough for some privacy. They lay in their bedroll, listening to their friends talking and milling around without really hearing what they were saying. They were waiting for that sound, that smell. For the indication that the devil was making good on his promise, for whatever insidious purpose he had in mind. To say that Tav was nervous, fraught with anticipation, would be an understatement.

As time passed, as noises from the camp dwindled, Tav's nerves grew. Their eyes stung from staring at the canvas ceiling of their tent. They shifted, stretched their legs, certain that no one but they were awake. Yet the devil didn't appear.

Where are you, Raphael? They thought, too wired to stubbornly fall asleep and snub the fiend again. You said tonight…

He also said other things. Things in the dangerously smooth and terribly attractive voice that had got Tav in this situation in the first place. When your greedy little hands begin to wander… Tav knew, conceivably, what that meant. What Raphael wanted them to do. The question was…were they going to do it?

Little mouse…

He'd never called them that before. The way the syllables melted off his devilish tongue, that deep crooning purr and the implications of the pet name…Tav felt the warmth of arousal tingle and tighten in their belly. They squeezed their thighs together, feeling a brief shock of pleasure. Their body had grown used to nightly masturbation. Looked forward to it, even. Their hand habitually crept under the waistband of their trousers, fingertips brushing through soft curls to touch their sex. To stroke their fattening clit with their index finger, eyes half lidded. Little mouse, little mouse, little mouse…

“My, my…the taste of your unfurling desperation is almost divine…”

Inhaling sharply, Tav yanked their hand away. The devil was a looming shape in their tent, watching them. Tav hadn't heard him arrive.

“What do you want, Raphael?” They hissed.

“A show, of course,” the devil answered bluntly. “You didn't think I'd forgotten your appalling behaviour, did you?”

“You can't be serious…”

“Oh, but I am. After all, my time is precious, and you've wasted enough of it as is.”

“That's your excuse to act like a pervert?”

Raphael threw his head back and laughed. “You poor, naive thing. Perverted? Hardly. But if that's what you want, perhaps I'll wake your friends and have them watch their mighty, fearless leader tremble and sigh and fall apart to nothing but the sound of my voice…”

“You're despicable,” sneered Tav.

“Don't pretend you don't enjoy it,” the devil quipped, tilting his head. “I can smell your excitement…little mouse.” Tav clenched their jaw, trying to fight the shudder that rippled through their body. Raphael had growled those last two words, a spark of fiery orange in his eyes. Flexing his power over Tav. Basking in it. He inhaled deeply, rolling his shoulders “Now…I tire of this banal chatter, much as it excites you, droll as you can be. But fret not. We have far more interesting things to talk about…such as your dripping quim, and how you're going to touch it for me.”

Positioned like a leering gargoyle, Raphael began his instructions; rasping a lewd sermon, his scripture filthy, obscene cruel promises and commands.

“Take off your trousers and part your thighs, pet. Let me see your wanton caresses.”

Tav obeyed. How could they not? Wriggled free of their trousers and spread their knees to let Raphael see their damp curls, flush slick folds and swollen clit peeking from their hood. Hot, sticky flesh they stroked and rubbed to Raphael's throaty, self-satisfied croons.

“Look how wet you are. So desperate. All for the sound of my voice… of course, I can't fault you for your taste, but I wonder…each time you shooed me away, denied even my attempts at conversation…was it because you feared the thrill? Tried to deny it? Or because you longed to hide, to touch yourself to completion faster? Mmm…” The devil sounded like he was getting off, too. Tav bit back a gasp, thinking of him squeezing his thick erection through his clothes. Was it leaking? Did his balls ache, wanting to empty? It didn't matter that Tav knew his arousal wasn't for them, but for the swelling of his ego. They were thrilled all the same. They groaned, pelvic muscles clenching. Fresh slick spilled over their fingers. They dipped a fingertip into their entrance, swirled their clit and pinched it – until their hand was magically forced to stop. Raphael inhaled deeply, releasing a rich chuckle. “Oh, pet…I hope you don't think you're going to be finished already. No, no…you're going to tell me about every little fantasy that's passed through your simple mortal mind, every orgasm you've experienced thanks to me…every dirty thing you've wished I would say…and if I'm satisfied, I might consider letting you rut your pleasure to its peak.”

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i love the slayer’s idle animations like look how cute <3

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i love durge so bad lmao. chaotic little gremlin clown

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i love durge so bad lmao. chaotic little gremlin clown

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“Minthara is mean Minthara is mean!!!”

Minthara is literally a wet cat who’ll lay down her entire life for you when you click on her she literally says “In your name.” My little drow has nothing she’s having the worst time in her life she’s lost her Goddess her status her House and her home everything she’s ever worked for like okay she’s evil okay she’s abrasive whatever have you ever considered you’re a weak ass bitch?

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Devil you know ✨

(commission)

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raphael is insane if he thinks im even listening to him at all while he’s batting his pretty eyes at me like that & talking to me as if he’s already got 3 fingers scissoring my pussy

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hello yes i would like to report a murder

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lol should i finish this? (uhh nsft i guess)

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You didn't mean to say it. The words just slipped out. Heat of the moment. They'd been rattling off the walls of your skull for a while, sure, but they were supposed to stay in there. You were riding your devil's face - he was feeling indulgent - gripping those magnificent horns tight while he showed you the other things that clever forked tongue of his could do. To have Raphael between your thighs like this was a rare and incredible gift. So of course you had to ruin it.

“That's it…that's it…!” You twisted your fingers into his silky soft hair and yanked when he sucked hard on your clit. You were so close. “Oh, yes…just like that…good boy…”

You realised a split second after, but the damage was done. He violently shuddered, groaned into the slick flesh of your cunt, and then you felt the molten liquid splash of his cum splatter on your backside. He'd orgasmed hard enough to shoot his load up the entire length of his body. Nothing happened for a few moments after, the calm before the storm. 

You sat in shock and awe (and mild terror), your chest heaving. His own hot panting felt great on your pussy, but you had the sad suspicion he wasn't going to finish you. His claws dug into the meat of your hips where he’d been holding you, and as you thought, his tongue disappeared back into his mouth, leaving you bereft. You took the hint and slid off him. He let his claws scratch you as you went, confirmation indeed that he was very unhappy. You winced, nervously glancing at his expression: furious embarrassment, indignation, something else you couldn't read. (The effect, you had to admit, was a bit lost considering his mouth and chin were coated in your slick, but still). Would he incinerate you for this, as he had threatened to do so many times before when you dared test the limits of his boundaries? Was this the thing that finally convinced him to do it? The gall of you, little mortal, to utter that phrase… His body’s response was a dirty secret you had uncovered by accident. You knew exactly what Raphael did to people who unearthed his secrets. 

A multitude of things could be going through his mind right now, but in yours, regardless of his feelings on the matter, one thing stood true, with his cum drying on your skin and the sting of the welts he'd given you:

That was fucking hot.

If you died today, unfortunate. You wanted to have so much more sex with this gorgeous moody devil before you went, but at least you'd go with a hidden gem for the spiritual spank bank. 

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ruling as equals, hmm? interesting. join my print club to get this exclusive for october!