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The demon sighed, his gaze on nothing in particular as they walked, "Perhaps live a little every now and then, doesn't it get tiring to be all.." he gestured at the other with his hand, "Good, assuming that's what you are." He did not believe in pure good, any thing could be lured into a trap and any creature had a dark desire. But had he just suggested a kidnapping of some sort? Perhaps. Amos had, after all, once captured plenty of living beings for their experiments.

The laugh he let out was cold, barely amused at all. "Such a pity you couldn't save them so they could keep their little trinket," he said nonchalantly, patting the pocket the pendant was now in. "You can pray all you want, it won't bring them peace and it won't exorcise a demon," he glanced over at the other for the first time since they had started walking, having heard the other's whispers before. There was a faint spark of humor in his eyes as he wondered what to do about the other. The angel didn't seem like your average angel.

"Oh, hell is much more than fire, torture and tears, but the best parts have those too," one wouldn't be able to tell if he was being serious about the last part or not. Most likely he simply wanted a reaction out of the other. "A touch of fallen and I can take you there. If you went now, you'd be ravished or torn to pieces. Perhaps both." He smirked, making it obvious that he was playing with the other's mind.

"Figuratively perhaps. I don't imagine it's much of an interesting place," he scanned the other from head to toe as he continued heading towards his shop, wondering just how far the other was intending to follow him now that they were far enough away from the crime scene that one could barely hear the sirens anymore.

Thought you’d be lighter without all that blood ~ Stemos

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Although, yes, he thrived on chaos at times, he was confident he was more sophisticated than half the demons he had come across. So much so that he had been labelled a bit of a diva by some because he had standards. The chaos he created was often well calculated and not mindlessly executed. The reason why the two had been as close as they were was that Hemlock was not a mindless creature and although Amos was not much for the brighter parts of life, it was better than the company of someone brainless.

"What an ancient tome you are," he snorted even if information was something he valued. "Disguise my precious creations? What a sad existence," he sighed, his theatrics showing. Amos, who was far from a minimalist or someone who had anything to hide or disguise, could hardly imagine what kind of a creature would want to do such a thing. Then again, he was nearly untouchable. Not every creature had that luxury.

"I will handle it with care," he replied, such sentiments from him rare but the amount of trust in the other's offer wasn't lost on him. He was already thinking of a possible design and what he could do with it. On another note, the other demon's enjoyment of faeries was truthfully very fitting for them, Hemlock reminding Amos of a fairy of sorts at times. Just better than one of those could ever be.

As soon as Hemlock was done with the tattoo, the demon rose from his statue-still position and took the offered hand mirror as he walked over to see the design. He took a moment to simply trace the lines with his gaze, rather than judging it, he marvelled at how perfect it was. Slowly, the corners of his lips curved upwards slightly, his expression showing satisfaction. "The best piece I have laid eyes on," he complimented the other's work. It was him. The design perfectly suited him.

Then, his gaze flicked to the other demon, his expression turning into a smirk. "Anything? I have a perfect design in mind."

Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock

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"That can be done," he replied politely as he noted it down, hardly surprised the other didn't want any of the extras he enjoyed adding the most. The boy seemed flustered enough that the demon dropped conversing about harmful things, taking one more glance at the other's binder before he lowered his own clipboard. "I suppose that is all the information I'll need," he motioned towards the door back to the shop. There were a lot of details to see in the back room they stood in but he did not think it would be of any interest to the other, considering how sensitive he seemed.

It wasn't that he cared about the opinion of the other but it seemed boresome to entertain the mothboy further for now. Amos was certain the two would meet each other again and not only because of the commission; if Hemlock had a weak spot for fairies, Amos thrived on messing with anyone he could ruin a little one way or another. Once back on the shop's side, he pulled the note he'd written off and gave a copy of it to the mothboy. "As a reminder of what you've ordered specifically. Come by in three weeks."

🍊A peek at pretty purgatory {Amori}

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"Perhaps you should try it. Can get fun," he commented on the never caught one alive part. Amos was a bit of an expert at that, having caught an array of creatures in his lifetime. The next question had his eyes glinting as he went back a decade, to one of the moments him and Helmock had defiled an angel- definitely not all of them looked high and mighty. "They're not," he then looked at one of the hunters on the ground as his eyes caught something after he'd nudged the body with his foot, "are you having some sort of an existential crisis, asking something like that?"

It was amusing, really. The guy seemed just about as disgusted with him as most angels but sure didn't seem like he knew how to be his own species otherwise. Ah, anyway. Amos took a napkin out of his pocket and leaned down towards the body, having spotted a curious necklace on one of the hunters. Knowing better than to touch anything of the sort with bare hands, he slid it between the napkin and tugged harshly to have it snap so he could collect it and inspect it further later.

"So narrow-minded," he sighed, though it was obvious mockery from his side. After eyeing the pendant for a bit, he slid it into his pocket, planning to take it back to his shop to figure out if it had some magical qualities. Perhaps these hunters weren't here by chance.

"Demon children?" he suggested, a smirk making its way back to his features. In reality he was around no children at all but it seemed like a good twist of a knife. "I would have to send my clothes in for a wash again- ah, can't be bothered," he thought out loud when he was asked if he'd kill the police too. He took a final look at the hunters and when he saw nothing of interest anymore, he turned his back on them to begin his way back to his shop.

"Asking because you'd like to visit?" he glanced at the other, amused. The response would be a no, Amos knew ( and wanted it to be ) that, but it was fun to counter it anyway. "Fogatas is a good hell simulation anyway, is it not," he shrugged, "tell me, angel, ever been close to hell yourself?"

Thought you’d be lighter without all that blood ~ Stemos

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soft sunshine twins

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It was true, there was trust like no other between the two demons. Although Amos had been with a pack of their kind before, he had always been someone who kept others at distance, for no other real reason than the fact he enjoyed solitude, knew with that came perfect products when someone wasn't putting their fingers in the mix. He had always been very particular, infuriatingly so, many would say. Demanding, harsh, qualities that oftentimes complicated even the simplest relations. But the duo had never needed to cling onto such things. It was much like co-existing in some sort of symbiosis.

Although Hemlock couldn't see it, a small smirk formed on his lips. "May I never escape the expectations of our kind," he replied after being told he was taken as a demon. Nothing was truly better than being one, being superior. His shoulders relaxed under the other demon's touch, the gun penetrating ink into his skin starting to feel more like a massage than anything else. A two in one deal, how nice.

"You spill quite a lot," he snorted, though he stayed still. He shared with Hemlock more than he shared with others and he was sure it worked the same the other way around too. But everyone kept things to themselves. Then he sighed, seeing the list of tomes in his mind's eye. "Mm, I'm starting to think not everyone knows the original usage of tomes. I was requested to make a plain white one. You could ask anything in the world and you choose white. Tells a lot about a person," it made him think of the teens of this age. And he despised teens and their odd stylistic decisions.

Now, a tome for the other demon would be a truly wonderful idea. The simple suggestion of the other had his mind already full of ideas. "Perhaps there could be vines- vines that hold the tome shut from unwanted visitors. Ah, perfect. I'll get right on it." If he was not stuck to the chair, getting hammered with a needle, he would be out the door to draw out his ideas.

The way he acted around the other was rare of him. While they leaned in for the nuzzle, Amos tilted his head the smallest bit, giving them the space they required. He had never been one for tenderness, the air around him enough of a warning to keep anyone at bay, clearly stating boundaries even without a word. People feared him. That's why they were attracted to him in the first place; nobody could resist playing with fire. And perhaps in his youth he had bitten when Hemlock tried to show such affection, in lack of a better word, but these days he was hardly even bark. He didn't need to be. His only response was to nod at the confirmation.

To Amos, heartbreak was delicious to witness. The simple thought of someone's eyes slowly beginning to water, a whimper entering their every word when their world was shattered, made his mouth water. It was its own kind of world-destroying. He had always been a selfish demon who wanted to take, take, and take, just because he could. "Mm," a low hum escaped his throat in response, his mind now swirling with possibilities. "To amuse you," now that amused him, "you and your thing for fae. I'd take the wings off that thing. In fact, some time ago I was able to purchase a set, it now hangs on my store's wall. Such fragile things the fey are."

Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock

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Of course Hemlock would enjoy getting burned by Amos if he was to go with the magic offered to him, the two of them hardly flinched at pain. But the mention of his conquests amused the demon, oh how true that was. "Not that I would mind causing them a little pain," he would shrug if he thought it was appropriate but while the other worked, he dared not move. It was common knowledge that Amos enjoyed playing with his food a little too much, Yeosang was no exception. If anything, such innocence just egged him on.

Snorting at the other's comment about the spell he could possibly put on his tomes, he relaxed after the initial first press to his skin, getting used to the vibration of the machine. "What kind of a professional do you take me as?" he asked with amusement in his tone. The entire reason why he had begun to make the tomes in the first place was because the wrong people had snooped at the wrong time, causing an awful lot of damage. Though that was something he had not gotten to yet with Hemlock, if he ever was going to. Even though Hemlock knew more than most, that bit of information might be too personal to share with anyone.

"Besides," he smirked even if Hemlock couldn't see it, he could hear it, "why would I need to read your secrets when you tell them without prying." Amos did not expect the other demon to tell him everything and he was hardly interested in every detail of another person's life. But he did trust that whatever he needed to know, Hemlock would tell him. Everyone deserved their privacy. "I'll make you one if you want it, just make sure you request something interesting. I have too many boring tomes on my list already," he preferred ones with proper spells and beautifully decorated, yet most people these days preferred their tomes plain and with barely any kick.

The offer of yet another trip widened his smirk, though otherwise he stayed still so the other could keep working. "How could I say no," he thought out loud, "nothing better than seeing a flash of pain on an innocent face. It's been a while since our last trip." He paused, then added, "Speaking of innocent, do you have a conquest in the making?"

Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock

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It never ceased to amuse the demon how easy to fluster the other was; how easy he was to reel in and shape exactly how Amos wanted him. The cloudling's war with himself didn't go unnoticed by him in the slightest but Amos was a mask of calm and nonchalance, letting the boy think he had an ounce of privacy. Yet, Amos considered Yeosang to be like glass, transparent and easy to break.

He led the cloudling through the club, barely paying any mind to the people who freely stared. It wasn't exactly gawking- some of them looked hungry, almost, to try what he had on his arm. Exactly what Amos had been going for, essentially using the other's innocence for his own selfish gain. "Oh, you are helping, sweet thing. Be mine," his lips curve upwards into his usual smirk, though this time it's a little more subtle, his focus mainly on the work ahead.

The demon wasn't much of a club-goer, he disliked crowded spaces like that only because he preferred not to wrinkle his clothing or have anything spilled on him. The thought of having people bump into him always made him clench his jaw before he could even get into one. But the club they were at right now was much more spacious in that sense, with no people crowding everywhere but rather on the dance floor, and the rest was neatly arranged and people stayed at their tables or by the bar. The music wasn't too loud, the air didn't smell of sweat like the worst places he had gone to when he was younger.

A pleasant place overall. A man stood in front of the door they were heading towards and he recognised Amos instantly, opening it without any other word than a short welcome. So far, he was the only one to not lay eyes on the cloudling with him, as if out of respect for the demon. "You look marvellous," Amos praised Yeosang one more time as he adjusted his clothing the smallest bit and then they entered what could be thought of as the lion's den.

The room was clearly made for privacy, silencing the club's music behind its door. Two nicely dressed men greeted them with a handshake that lingered a moment too long when it came to the cloudling- Amos allowed it, encouraged it even. On the table, were a folder and glasses with an expensive bottle of whiskey. "Shall we get to it then?" he was never one for unnecessary small talk, directing their attention away from the other momentarily. Perhaps Yeosang could even soften the deal a little with his presence.

As expected, they were asked if they wanted anything to drink, even when they knew very well Amos did not mix alcohol with business. It was just a courtesy. The demon declined and let Yeosang make his own decision just like he had said in the car; Amos rarely made decisions directly for others, instead, he slithered into their mind and affected their decision-making in a subtle yet efficient way, making them think the choice was theirs, while he began to prepare the folder he had brought.

One soul, two souls, dot dot dot ~ Amos & Yeosang

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The demon's eyes squinted the slightest bit at the other's yet another unsatisfying response. Maybe. Had the archdemon not taught his child the importance of trade? It made him wonder what kind of a father would not, in his opinion it was essential in this world and the next. Perhaps that was very demon of him but in his mind everything had a price, everything could be traded or sold. Everything. "Interesting," he said out loud but didn't elaborate further.

While some would find the other's flustered look endearing, Amos simply wanted to get on with the order. He was not there to judge the paintings themselves, he was not there to give any opinion. He simply needed to note down what could be the theme of the tome and that was it, he was a professional after all.

Once they finally got there, to looking at the different paintings on the other's sketchbook, the demon's gaze traced the lines and took in every color used. The usage of colors told a lot about a person, Amos himself preferred a darker palette of greens, reds and greys, and his art contrasted quite a lot with the boy's before him in every way. "I can work with this," he said then, once he was done looking at the last one the other showed. While he didn't recognise any of the subjects in the paintings, he could tell the other had had quite a lot of practice. It wasn't easy to capture emotions on canvas.

"Are you afraid of art theft?" he asked then, though he was not naive enough to think the other's intentions were purely innocent. Who would need a sealed tome for regular paintings if they were not worth millions or there was another reason? "What level of protection would you like for your tome- a curse or something deadly? Or would you simply rather have the art on the pages be invisible?"

🍊A peek at pretty purgatory {Amori}

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He had a muncher to his right and a toucher to his left. Great. This was about to be a peaceful few hours, sitting in the theatre. Amos narrowed his eyes at Hemlock for suggesting a sleepover and even though he wanted to, he didn't give the same look to Yeosang, who was far too fragile to handle his glaring. Hemlock usually just found it amusing, Amos knew that. "Sure," he replied to the cloudling, still staring at Hemlock like he was challenging them. The hell he was going to show even a sliver of horror on his face at the thought of a sleepover with the two of them. Even if it sounded horrifying.

He settled back and turned to the screen as soon as the lights dimmed, letting out a sigh while he listened to the two of them discuss Mamma Mia. Even Amos knew the movie, thanks to the demon on his left. He wasn't one for musicals and it had been its own sort of hell ( or in a demon's case, probably heaven ) to watch that movie.

Since Amos was quite particular about his diet, he was the only one now who wasn't snacking on something. He snorted at the thought of a scythe, his mind taking him back to the last time he'd gotten to slash something in a similar way, how it felt and looked when he did. Amos never turned away from gore, he watched it until the very end. Yeosang's question made the demon smirk and he slightly leaned in, speaking lower as if to not disturb others. He might be a demon but he had manners. "It depends," he considered his answer, "on what you cut. You cut one of the big veins and it comes out like a fountain. Smaller veins and it's a little less.. extravagant."

Not once did he take his eyes off the screen but he was fully expecting a horrified look of sorts from the cloudling. That's what you get for keeping Double Demon Company.

@hemlock-ia @yeosang-ia

Hemlock did not mind Yeosang touching him and his backpack like he was a sensory toy (he would let Yeosang touch a lot more if the younger did not believe in true love like in the Disney movies mentioned). “Oh, I’ve never seen that one.” he added and then looked at Amos. He saw how annoyed the demon was and it delighted him to know that Amos was now in a bed of his own making.

That was an idea! “We should all have a sleep-over soon, what do you think Yeosang?” Hemlock asked as they looked at Amos for a reaction and he would be so pleased by the other’s looks of horror that he expected. “mmm You do go bump in the night too.”

He was a bit sad that Amos took the middle-seat and knew it was with purpose but that was fine. He would find ways to interact with Yeosang anyway and Amos would regret this anyway. “I have,” Hemlock said surprising no one as he sat down and got comfortable. Taking off his coat and pushing down his hat before replacing it with a beanie as soon as it got dark so no humans saw the mushrooms and flowers on his head. “Do you like Mama Mia?” he asked Yeosang as he leaned over Amos and did not pay him mind as he leaned with one hand on the other’s upper thigh as he whispered to Yeosang. “I do like the movies where they sing a lot- it makes me sing with. We should watch it during our sleep over.”

He pulled back as soon as the previews to the movies started and he relaxed into his seat, eating kebab mixed with the popcorn (he truly was a demon). there were only ads for the more mature movies- mostly horror and he snickered as one of the previews showed a graphic scene of a man getting beheaded by a huge scythe.

“I should get you one of those.” Hemlock whispered to Amos. “For Christmas.”

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As Jiwoo let go of the knife, the demon relaxed a little, letting his head tilt back slightly to let the adrenaline fully set in. That was the best part. With the other, he did not think for a second that he was in danger, he didn't need to stay tense. "I prefer them alive," Amos said, his smile revealing teeth, "there are many ways to make people talk. A craft of yours could be a nice addition." It was well known that Amos enjoyed inflicting pain, he did it slowly to drag it out as long as he could. It was quite common for one to pass out in his hands, only to be put through it again when they gained consciousness.

He inhaled sharply again when she returned to him and moved the blade, gritting his teeth. His eyes moved to the blade and how his blood was seeping out now, thicker and darker than anyone's should be. He was used to the sight by now but the change was somewhat recent. "It amplifies, yes," his voice was more strained while he remained professional, throat tightening from the pain that coursed through him. Still, he was too stubborn to let it show much. He always was.

"Not yet," he continued, refusing the offer of a breather even as the wave of pain from the blade's movement made him shudder. This was barely anything yet, he'd been tortured far worse in the past and liked it too. "How I'd use a blade like this- I'd make sure you can feel the effect as soon as you break the skin so you can take it slow. Start with a few cuts that just pierce the skin before you move any further," he could almost see the scene before him, how he would use her creation for his amusement.

as sharp as a knife | jiwoo & amos

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cute in Low q 🥺🐶

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Their little back and forth could only go on for so long. Amos was throbbing and he wouldn't even deny that the sight under him was a pretty one, with the other demon desperately trying to move their hips and fuck into him. Amos would let them. Now, he'd let them, needing that pleasure to be released on both sides. Being held in place and roughly thrusted into pulled another string of low moans out of him, his hands pressing onto the other's chest just to press down on something with his nails as the last bits of his release drippled down onto the other.

Being pulled down for another battle of lips against one another, Amos thought Hemlock sounded absolutely delicious when his moans were muffled like this. The tendrils moving on his skin and tightening around him woke a curious feeling in him again, much like it had the first time they had come out. The possibilities. Amos was usually not one to enjoy being tied or wrapped up, he didn't enjoy having power taken away from him. Yet, as he was being filled up, he felt a sort of familiarity with the other. He'd tuck away that thought, something to pick at later.

He was left panting lightly when both of them were spent and neither could move anymore. It had been a while since he felt so satiated, a while since someone even got the chance to fuck him like this. "Shut up," he replied to the other's assumed mocking, his tone hardly serious, confirmed by the way he lightly smacked the other's chest where his nails had left red marks. Now that he could keep his eyes open again, he watched Hemlock lick the fingers they had swiped his cum with, mirroring their devious smile. "Maybe you should also lick up the mess you left inside me," his smirk widened, his brain still buzzing from the orgasm.

Much like Hemlock, he made no move to get up, not yet. He was still straddled over the other's hips and had hardly even shifted to pull the other out. Instead, he kept inspecting them expertly, like they were another one of those curious things he collected. "I want to do this again. Different place, maybe a different realm. I'm sure we'll find something to take with us then too. Wreak havoc, maybe?" Amos was often quite straightforward about what he wanted, shyness was not an emotion he felt. Leaning down, he licked the other's cheek, removing some of the black spots on their skin. It tasted of toxins. "This was fun," he said, finally getting up.

Effervescent calamity } Amos&Lock

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🐝  *  ―  𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  how could you do that? i thought we were friends!  ❜ ❛  the world would be a better place without you in it.  ❜ ❛  don't even think about trying to beg for forgiveness.  ❜ ❛  do you have any idea how much harm you've caused?  ❜ ❛  i don't ever want to see your face again!  ❜ ❛  i promise you i'm going to make your life a living hell.  ❜ ❛  the others may be able to ignore the past, but i surely won't.  ❜ ❛  if you ever hurt them, i swear, i won't hesitate to punch you.  ❜ ❛  don't even try and act friendly with me.  ❜ ❛  that's not a threat. it's a promise.  ❜ ❛  i'm not the same helpless little girl i used to be. now i can finally defend myself against you.  ❜ ❛  you lay one hand on me and it'll be the last thing you ever do.  ❜ ❛  it's about time you finally get what's been coming to you for years.  ❜ ❛  actually, you're not as bad as people say. you are so much worse.  ❜ ❛  tell me one good reason why i should believe anything you say.  ❜ ❛  oh look, it's the useless one again.  ❜ ❛  i'm glad to see you're not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance.  ❜ ❛  how anyone can stand being in the same room as you is beyond me.  ❜ ❛  that's a low blow. even for you.  ❜ ❛  unless you want to end up with my fist in your face, i'd rather shut my mouth.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could be there when you finally get what's coming to you.  ❜ ❛  i wish you'd never been born!  ❜ ❛  fuck you! this is all your fault!  ❜ ❛  have you lost your mind?!  ❜ ❛  you betrayed us and still you think you can think you can just waltz back in here like nothing ever happened?  ❜ ❛  no! i've had enough with you. go to hell!  ❜ ❛  i want you to go and never come back. and if you do, i promise you'll regret it.  ❜ ❛  do you have another clever idea to get us killed?  ❜ ❛  name one good reason why i shouldn't hurt you right now.  ❜ ❛  next time we see each other i won't be so nice.  ❜ ❛  is this supposed to scare me?  ❜ ❛  i can't believe i ever trusted you ...  ❜ ❛  you should have killed me when you had the chance.  ❜ ❛  come any closer and you'll regret it.  ❜ ❛  you may win this time ... but i will get my revenge sooner or later.  ❜ ❛  are you threatening me?  ❜ ❛  and you can go to hell for all i care.  ❜ ❛  lay one hand on them and i'll make sure you won't ever be able to lay a hand on anyone ever again.  ❜ ❛  i'm not your friend! i never was, i never will be.  ❜ ❛  i'll make you regret the day you were born.  ❜

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Amos was always intrigued when it came to business, no matter the business, really. He had been making his concoctions long enough to find anything enchanted interesting which was exactly why his eyes had that glint of curiosity at the mention of magical ingredients. He thought of the options, pros and cons of them, considering all of it. "Hot to the touch? Sounds fun," the word sounded odd coming from him; Amos was not one for fun, not really. The closest he got to that word was when they were creating chaos together and that was the only kind of fun he liked having.

"You don't look cute when you pout," he shook his head dismissively but soon enough his usual smirk made its way on his features at the other's purred words, memories of certain kind flashing through his mind. It had been a little too long since the last time they worked towards that goal, in his opinion, but there were more important matters at hand right now than discussing that. His eyes scanned the paper he was being showed while he began to unbutton his shirt, looking over every detail of the design as he worked the shirt off of himself.

"It looks even better than I imagined," he said as he neatly folded his shirt as well; Amos was usually one to appreciate other people's work, this time was no different. Amos and Hemlock both worked with their hands yet in very different ways but the other's ability to create something neat like this wasn't lost on him. Amos was very particular of his looks and he was trusting a part of that to the other demon which, in his books, was a big show of respect and trust. He took the paper now that his hands were free, taking in every detail a few times more, never one to blindly to agree to anything.

"Tomes, potions.. you should come by the shop. I'll show you around, what it has to offer. Bet we can find a little something for you," he replied, eyes following the lines on paper. "It's definitely a change," he was used to far more demons and far more torture around but his newly formed inconvenience called a human soul had forced him to make certain decisions. He put the paper down and took his seat where Hemlock had pointed him to. "I have no wish to change the design, it looks perfect as is," he slightly glanced back towards the other demon, "You and I both. Boredom is not an option."

Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock

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His amused smirk only widened after seeing the other's disgust at his preferred diet- the other didn't need to know Amos did, in fact, enjoy quite the many vegetarian options over meat but information like that was better left unsaid if only to see someone squirm while they imagined him with blood on his lips. "Never heard of demons eating angels? It's quite common," he threw more fuel to the fire, yet he didn't move to do anything about it.

"Demons are very creative," he replied with a bit of pride in his voice, superior beings and all that. "You're not very high and mighty, if it wasn't for the angel get-up I wouldn't think you're one at all," he watched the other spit on his halo, his pierced eyebrow slightly raised. He let out a hum and circled around the other to the pile of bodies, almost as if he'd taken the other's advice and was about to eat them.

"Are you always so whiny?" he asked back, challenging the other. Now angel he'd be willing to fight rather than the pathetic hunters that now lay on the ground, the demon's polished leather shoe moving the bodies a little as he inspected them. "You sound like a kid throwing a tantrum," if the other thought calling him a walking stereotype did anything to him, the poor guy was very wrong.

Thought you’d be lighter without all that blood ~ Stemos