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I have a few questions regarding the recent news shared by prettybusy.

So, from my understanding, they are going to take legal action and report people who repost the stories of paid content, and I got it until there, nothing new, I think we already knew they didn't take well to these sort of things even beforehand.

What I'm having trouble understanding is as follows: Is it only about the story or about anything regarding the cards? Such as chats, singular screens, voicelines etc.?

Moreover, does this only concern cards which can be obtained through nightmare pass, or does it also apply to cards which will eventually end up in the standard banner? For example Selfie Lucifer, School Leviathan etc.?

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Okay, so, uhm...

*inhales* Holy shit.

First of all, Yakuza. Yakuza vibes. Oh my god I wasn't expecting that! I love it!! 🥰🥰🥰

Second of all.

GOODNESS GRACIOUS! Sirs- Sirs?! 😳

I think I may have favorites already... GAH! I can't wait to know more about them!! Their personality, their kinks, their relationship with eachother, their interests their voice, Kyaa!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕

Also, one more thing, I wasn't expecting Belphegor to be a short king! *sniffles* Satan finally has someone to relate to 🥺🥺🥳

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Got Valefor, Honestly? Marry. He's such husband material, I don't talk about it much but I absolutely adore him 🥰

WHB Fuck Marry Kill wheel!

wanted to do one bc i keep seeing them so just spin this bad boy here and say who you got!

(extended vers. here if you care about the extra side angels and a couple extra devils)

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Ooohh!! This looks fun! I'm joining in! 🤩💕

(If in that nation my favorite is the king I'm adding my favorite noble)

Gehenna: Leraye

Tartaros: Mammon + Bimet

Hades: Foras

Abyssos: Amon

Paradise lost: Lucifer + Gamigin

Niflheim: Andrealphus

Abbandon: Phenix

Edit: FUCK! I forgot to add my favorite angel!!

Angels: Michael

whb favourites by region ?

My favourite demons in WHB, 1 per region...

Gehenna: Zagan

Hades: Foras

Tartaros: Eligos

Abbysos: Stolas

Paradise Lost: Morax

Niflheim: Andrealphus (BUT I LIKE BATHIN AND GUSION TOO-)

Abaddon: Phenix

+ favourite angel: Gabriel

Now you share your favourite picks, I wanna see something from Tumbrl too

( kings count too!!!! aaarghh!! !)

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I FINALLY DREW MY WHB MC 😭😭😭 this turned out better than I thought???

Huge thank you to @ /dskfnsjds on Twitter for the template!!!

Fullbody and additional info

Relationship charts

Relationship charts are by @ /hes-sunshine-im-midnight-rain!

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I’m just casually dropping Lailah here 👀

And yes I am still alive 👀

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A/N: okay guys, I didn't forget about the realistic angst version of my fic, how would have Gabriel realistically reacted to Michellel's death? Well, let's see, shall we? (Oh, btw, it's the same up until "Are you proud of me, Sir?" so you can skip to that part if you want to)

After the battle (Realistic angst ver.)

A light rain pouring down on him, the smell of wet grass and blood filling his lungs, the gentle sound of thundering slowly fading away, that was what little the principality's sense could pick up in that moment.

As Michellel lied motionless on the ground, short breathed, feeling both his conciousness and his life slip away, along with the sound of rain droplets hitting the ground he heard a flutter of wings echoing through the air.

He looked up, trying to see if one of his comrades had survived the massacre, only to meet the eyes of the very being he loved most besides God, despite his whole body failing him, he couldn't help an entusiastic smile forming on his face: "Sir... Sir Gabri.. el." 

 

"I-I know- I couldn't finish the job. But I... I still gave it... My- My whole so..." he extended an arm towards his superior, as if to desperatly try and reach him like a lifeline "Are you... Proud of me, Sir..?"

No answer. The only thing Gabriel did was staring coldly in his direction, not a word escaping his lips as he patiently waited for the principality to breathe his final breath.

Realizing the silent context, Michellel's smile faded away, his heart dropping to his stomach at the realization he had failed the being he most adored.

"Oh..." his arm strenght betrayed him, his whole body flopping onto the ground, the last thing he could manage to do was forcing out a weak "I'm... So sorry... Sir-" before exhailing.

Gabriel stood still for a few, endless moments, looking down at the corpse without a sound, without a reaction, without even an expression on his face.

Only after the sky cleared, showing the bright stars lighting up the darkness of the night , did he click his toungue before stomping on Michellel's lifeless body.

"That easy of a job..."

Another stomp on his chest.

"That many resources..."

Another on his stomach.

"That huge of an army..."

And another on his face.

"And you still... Ammounted... To nothing."

He stopped stepping on the corpse, looking down at it in disgust before kicking it out of his way as he prepared to fly back to heaven. How dare he get in his way even in death?

As he spread his wings, Gabriel glanced back at his former right-hand-angel one last time.

"... Pathetic."

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A/n: Well.. It would look like the Cute Angst won so....

Here we are folks, my short fic about Gabriel and Michellel! Just as a reminder, we're starting with the assumption that Grabriel deep down, without realizing it, cared a tiny bit about Michellel, and well... He decides to fulfill his principality wish before he goes. Having said that, I hope you enjoy! ~🖤🔮

After the battle (Cute Angst version)

A light rain pouring down on him, the smell of wet grass and blood filling his lungs, the gentle sound of thundering slowly fading away, that was what little the principality's sense could pick up in that moment.

As Michellel lied motionless on the ground, short breathed, feeling both his conciousness and his life slip away, along with the sound of rain droplets hitting the ground he heard a flutter of wings echoing through the air.

He looked up, trying to see if one of his comrades had survived the massacre, only to meet the eyes of the very being he loved most besides God, despite his whole body failing him, he couldn't help an entusiastic smile forming on his face: "Sir... Sir Gabri.. el." 

"I-I know- I couldn't finish the job. But I... I still gave it... My- My whole so..." he extended an arm towards his superior, as if to desperatly try and reach him like a lifeline "Are you... Proud of me, Sir..?"

Gabriel stood still for a few seconds, looking at that expressionless face, Michellel was almost sure he was going to turn away without saying a world, that lone thought helped making him all the more surprised as he watched the Seraph kneeling down beside him, gently propping his body up.

"Sir-" "Hush now..." Gabriel interrupted him, staring at him with a tender gaze as he leaned down towards his right hand angel.

He moved the other's bangs away from his face as he let out a low whisper "You can rest now, my most trusted angel..." the shadow of a smile forming on his lips "You did good."

Michellel freezed for a moment, his eyes widening before letting out a weak laugh followed by a soft smile "Sir Gabriel finally praised me..."

"I'm so happy.." were his last words before going completely limp in the Seraph arms.

But Gabriel didn't let go of him, as he continued to hold the principality, he wondered when the rain was going to stop, those annoying water drops just won't stop falling.

What he hadn't noticed was that the sky had become clear long ago.

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Give it up for new MC in the fandom!! 👏👏👏

She's so pretty!! And the way you've written her is so interesting! I hope we'll get to see more of her in the future 🥰

What in "Hell" is Bad MC

Emz (short for Emilla)

[ Info under the cut! ]

Some rapid-fire/general facts

21 yo

5'5"

dislikes spicy food and people who complain/whine a lot without doing anything about their problem

her favorite snack is oranges

has once thought about whitening her skin after being bullied but dismissed the thought after a stern talk from Minhyeok

fiercely competitive and has had incidents of being mean in PE class just to win a practice game

is jealous of people with a bigger chest than her regardless of the gender (she thinks her C cups are small)

Your run of the mill Asian daughter who was raised in a strict household. Her parents always voiced their expectations of her, especially in her schooling. She tried hard to uphold those expectations as much as possible.

currently a NEET but earns money from whatever version of OnlyFans they got there

Good grades, doing extracurriculars, doing well in cram school and making sure she beats ass in taekwondo practice. She can be a bit of an overachiever when she sets her mind on things and can be detrimental her more often than not. There's also bouts of her being a people pleaser. Modesty and prudence were hammered into her through her upbringing.

When her parents died, Emz lost all motivation and just dropped everything. Not just because of the incident itself but because she has no one to prove things to. Everything she did was more for her parents that for herself. And now with her parents no longer there, she slowly learns to do things for herself.

Minhyeok has be be her anchor or else she overworks or agree to things she shouldn't even consider in the first place. Emz can be a bit oblivious to people who try to take advantage of her.

Somehow, somewhere along the way, she found that posting pictures of herself online garnered a lot of attention and praise. This eventually turned into Emz posting risque photos. It was a small side hustle that turned into a source of income.

Now she busies herself with making content and buying props and costumes for photoshoots at home. Minhyeok knows what she's doing and sometimes even gets pulled into helping her out. Mostly through asking for his opinion and the occasional bondage themed pictures.

She works had to maintain her figure. Gym 3 times a week and strict skin care routine. She has occasional binging episodes when the stress is too much and gets bummed about it. Minhyeok has to intervene most of the time when she's like that.

Emz is willing to try anything once but has a hard time saying no when her partner is too dominating. She's a bit of a closeted perv and her 'job' lets her meet with people who can satisfy some of her sexual fantasies.

Fun fact! I was originally gonna name her Aerie Lee so her whole name sounds like "airily" cuz canon MC cannot take things seriously n all that 😭 but yea i settled on Emz/Emilla instead

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AWWWW 💕💕 OMG he's such a cutiepie, sending us a little finger heart 🥰🥰🥰

Hewwo! So Leraye has this new system PB was telling us about and...well I'm here to give you the first one of his chats.

Option 1:

Option 2:

(Also in the reblogs is a close up of the picture)

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Hello everyone!

I know I haven't been posting much, but I've been busy with irl stuff and I didn't get a lot of time to write (@yuuka29, I'm so sorry, I swear I am working on that gift fic I promised you), I've only had time to start WIP or write really short things for which I was waiting for the right time to post.

And, well one of those times has come!

To celebrate the fact that "Thank God I got him and didn't accidentally skip a day..." I decided to post a short fic about Michellel and Gabriel I wrote right after I finished reading the event.

Thing is, this fic has two endings according to which vison we're going for.

They're both angst and in both of them Michellel dies, but the first one has a more realistic view on the matter: how would Gabriel realistically react upon knowing about Michellel's death?

While the other one has a more... Cute angst feel.

We begin with the premise that Gabriel, deep, deep, deep... Deep.. Deep inside, cared even just a tiny bit about him, which leads to a feel that can be seen both as romantic and platonic.

So the question is...

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OH MY GOODNESS!! MY BABY!!! My favorite noble is getting an event~~ I'm so happy~~ And he looks so good!!

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AAAAAHHH!! MY BABY 💕💕💕💕!! He looks so cute in your style thank you so much!!! 💖💖💖💖

Sorry for the wait! Here's the third batch 💕

I hope you guys like it!

@strawberrykuro

@hes-sunshine-im-midnight-rain

@sparkbeast20

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Note: The last batch will be uploaded this Sunday hopefully, it'll contain 6 characters since there's not enough for another batch

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Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.

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Again, he looks so good! And good job on writing him, I really admire the effort you made on describing both his human friends and his family, as well as everything else about him! I really hope we get to see more about him!

DESCENDANT OF SOLOMON: JUDITH

art by @/artist_mindset25 on insta !!!

big thread about my mc judith, might update or add more whenever i feel like it but i need to stop for now bc its getting too long lmao 😭

more below under the cut !

About

age: 25

birthday: February 24th

sign: pices

height: 5'6

weight: 164

pronouns: he/him

hobbies: knitting, drawing, music and playing instruments, weightlifting

paraphilia: humiliation

length: 3.81 (putting this as bottom growth since he's trans lmao)

mental illness: borderline personality disorder

closest demons: Satan, Amon, Paimon, Bael

favorite weather: Sunny non-humid days during winter

ideal type: someone who loves and cares for people as deeply as he does

favorite food: cinnamon sugar toast that his dad made

favorite bodypart on himself: his arms

Relationships

Demons:

○ satan

- satan and judith are fairly close, having shared romantic feelings for each other. coming to hell and spending time with satan has definitely helped him with being more honest and open with himself, having someone who experiences a lot of emotions in a similar way he does and encouraging him to be more open with them.

○ amon

- amon is one of the demons judith feels most comfortable around, often spending time with him and talking to him. judith feels a lot more comfortable exploring a romantic type of relationship with amon, not having to worry about being too shy or messing things up, partially due to his philia, but also because he seems the most understanding. its almost like he can read judiths emotions without him even having to say them outloud.

○ paimon

- with their shared interest in makeup and fashion, paimon and judith are often seen together in their free time outside of war, much to satan and sitris dismay. judith also loves getting to design cute outfits for paimon too, though most of the time while trying to take measurements it either ends with paimon getting kicked by a overhearing satan, or in other activities. (👀) their relationship is a bit... undisclosed, being more like best friends (with benefits(sorry minhyeok))

○ bael

- judith often makes sure that bael takes care of himself while doing his 'fake king' duties, bringing him food he made, making sure he doesn't push himself too hard, convincing him to take breaks, and even dragging him to bed to rest when he nearly falls asleep at his desk. they also have shared romantic feelings, it being a common sit to see judith sitting in baels lap while he does paper work, or bael resting his head on judiths chest while he plays with his hair, worn out after taking care of his other 'needs'

Friends:

○ minhyeok

- minhyeok is judiths closest friend, having known him since childhood. despite their differing interests and personalities, they always support each other. finding out minhyeok has feelings for him has definitely made judith a bit confused about their relationship though.

○ aniya

- aniya is also judiths close friend, they met in high-school when they were younger. aniya is helping take care of the shop while judith is away. before judith went to hell, the two would often spend time together either at work or hanging out on weekends, aniyas favorite thing to do was go to various goth clubs or shows on weekends together.

○ seth

- seth is another close friend of judith, as well as aniyas brother. he often comes to the shop to annoy the two during work hours, and is pretty sad to see judith hasn't been around lately. hes known judith since high-school as well, and often would show up at judiths house uninvited to hangout or play video games. seth is very teasing towards judith, they even had a bit of a friends with benefits situation going on before judith left. (sorry minhyeok x2)

Family:

○ Keith: judiths father

- keith didn't have much experience in being a dad, having been 19 when judith was born, but that didn't matter to judith. keith made sure that even if he didn't know what he was doing parenting, that his kids always knew that he cared, loved, and were proud of them, always.

○ Evangeline: step mom

- Evangeline is judiths step mom, and judith considers her like his real mom. she actually taught him how to sew by hand when he was younger and got him his first sewing machine, when judith was a kid he would draw out ideas for clothes and she would help him try to make them into physical pieces.

○ Anya: biological mom

- judith didn't have the best relationship with her, even as a kid arguments between them weren't uncommon. anya held very high expectations of him, varying from appearance, to grades, success, often being very controlling. as judith got older, he tried to keep as much distance between them as possible, only interacting when it was necessary.

○ Nicki, Emery: older step-siblings

- nicki and emery are from a past relationship of evangelines. nicki and emery were identical twins at birth, though they both changed their appearance a lot as they got older. they're both 29.

- nicki is a trans woman and actually helped judith realize he was trans as he got older, she is also the sibling that judith is closest to and although they dont see each other as often anymore, they still talk to each other over the phone often.

○ anton: younger sibling

- anton is the only close blood related family judith has left, Evangeline was pregnant with him when keith passed away. judith likes to help take care of him sometimes and spends time with him often.

Other Info

judith is a 25 year old fashion designer, he has his own small local store that he designs and sells clothing, jewelry and accessories for while also selling vintage or interesting pieces he finds. the store is mostly popular to local people within his city and he makes sure to remember most customers.

he lives with minhyeok in a shared apartment and has been close with him since they were kids.

when he was younger he was often bullied and picked on in school for his looks and interests by other kids, despite that though he seems to be very comfortable with himself as an adult.

he feels oddly comfortable in hell despite the war happening with angels he enjoys the directness and openness from most devils. he does not like hades however.

he's a kind and respectful person to people he meets unless he has reason to dislike them. he can be a bit stubborn at times, and can have issues controlling his emotions, but his heart is always in the right place.

even before coming to hell he had experience with past sexual partners, but he doesn't really have much experience with romantic relationships. he's a bit touch starved to soft shows of affection, he's the type thats comfortable in sexual situations but will melt and get embarrassed if someone kisses his cheek or plays with his hair.

he's a gay transman and was a bit surprised when he came to hell and saw how....open minded people were compared to the human world. it definitely felt like a breath of fresh air seeing how no one really cared about things like sexuality or gender even, simply going by the logic "if im attracted to you im attracted to you"

he has borderline personality disorder as well as depression and is a pretty sensitive as well as emotional person, and he has a habit of constantly bottling up and hiding his emotions until he explodes, usually taking his feelings out on himself. coming to hell and being told by satan that if he feels something then he shouldn't hide it has definitely helped with this a lot, not only with expressing his emotions but making him able to think about them and what causes them as well. it feels a lot better to just be angry when he's angry, be jealous when he's jealous, be sad when he's sad and be happy when he's happy.

his mom and dad split up when he was really young, and judith lived with his mother but was a lot closer to his dad. his mother was fairly abusive throughout his childhood, often even getting into arguments when he got older. he had a really good relationship with his dad and step family though, often staying over there instead of his own.

he was heavily affected when his parents were killed at 13, but most especially by his fathers death, even developing various addictions throughout his teenage years and early twenties. luckily he still had and was close with his step mom and siblings, treating them like they're his blood related family.

judith struggled a lot with alcohol and various drug addictions when he was younger, much to the dismay of his family and friends, especially minhyeok. he did eventually get clean though after a near death overdose, luckily minhyeok had been there to save him by giving him a nalaxone treatment and convincing him to go into rehab as well as get therapy. judith felt extremely guilty after this that minhyeok had to save him once again from nearly dying but by his own mistake this time. this was one of his main motivations to sober up.

judith takes after his dad a lot, not just by looks but in personality and interests too. even though judith didnt live with his dad, his father owned a coffee shop and judith would come by there everyday after school and on weekends. he'd stay there and spend time with his family until it got dark outside and he had to go back home to his moms house.

judiths dad was really into punk and goth music, having a bunch of records that judith enjoyed looking through and playing in the shop. when judith got a little bit older, his dad would take him to see some of the local shows in the area that were friendly for kids to come to. his dad actually met his step mom at one of the shows too.

after his father died, judith inherited the shop when he turned 18, eventually turning it into a store for him to sell his designs in. his stepmom is the one who gave it over to him, saying how his dad was planning to give it to him anyway when he retired, and it makes no sense to keep it empty after the coffee shop closed down anyway.

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Second fic for WHB MC Shuffle~

This time our lucky one is Hannah from @sweeteaacakes. And I must admit up front- I got a little carried away with my imagination. Instead of writing the script you asked for, I did something a little crazier. That scene just captured my mind so much that I had to write it. I hope you dont mind, and you will like it too 🧡

As always, let me know what you think - if you want to make any changes (even write it from the beginning because after all I deviated a lot from your script), just write them and I will try my best to fix it!

Words: ~1200

WHB MC Shuffle | Hannah

The walls of the temple were so silent. Thump, thump, her aunt's shoe tapped against the ancient pottery as she impatiently waited for the priest to hurry up. Swish, swish, the girls on either side of Hannah ran their fingers over the beads of the rosary, their lips whispering inaudible words. The girl's hand, meanwhile, was tightening on the devil's symbol. Solomon's Key. Her aunt almost forcibly ripped it off her neck, so she put it in her pocket. At least this way it could warm her up her in this icy, distant place.

The ceremony, where they were supposed to take vows of chastity, was so small. Several girls in modest, covering dresses sat at the front, and behind them, family and invited friends gathered on long benches. Even though they wore white, the atmosphere seemed sepulchral. That's how Hannah felt too. Stuffy. Tightly. The enormity of the temple overwhelmed her, the eyes of her family burned a hole in her back. "You can manage. You have to manage." She repeated in her mind. "You must. Only half an hour and you will go to the ball, and after the ball you will go home. Only a few more hours until evening. You can handle."

She counted the minutes on her fingers, just as the surrounding girls counted their prayers. They fell silent only when the priest came. Hannah looked up. She had the impression that their delighted faces had nothing to do with their admiration for the God. The man with white hair looked holy, like an angel. As if he was the last test to see if they really wanted to stay pure. Hannah was too nervous to share their reasons, although she wasn't in a rush to vow either.

Just forty minutes, thirty-nine, thirty-eight…

The ceremony went smoothly. A priest with the appearance of a saint, he also had such a voice, calm, and yet distant.

“The most humble of you who, take a vow of chastity, you will be welcomed at the gates of heaven…”

He approached each one in turn. Personally blessed each one. Hannah glanced stealthily and was nearly dying from nerves; the key she was clutching cut through her skin. But she didn’t feel the blood. 

She didn't want to do it. Really didn't want to. But still, she felt more aware than before, repeating the words of her oath in her head, ready to fulfill her duty… Until she came face to face with the priest. For the first time, his gaze seemed alert, even terrifying. Not because he looked down on her. Because he was smiling.

“The most humble of you… Did I say?” He spread his arms. Hannah was dumbstruck. That's not what it should look like, that's not what the blessing should sound like. Did he want to embrace her? 

She understood even less when, in a gentle flash of light, a white scythe landed in his hands.

“You do not belong to them, descendant of Solomon.”

The words of the oath evaporated from her brain. A new priority has emerged. Survive. She felt like the key was burning in her hand. Defend yourself, run away, do whatever. 

He stopped looking like an angel. Pairs of powerful wings appeared behind him, covering the colorful stained-glass windows, shrouding her in shadow. He *was* an angel.

Frustration overwhelmed her. A wave of rage washed over her, almost bringing tears to her eyes. Why! Why did he destroy everything! She didn't endure all this just to die!

As he raised the scythe, there were screams all around. Hannah didn't have time to do anything. Before the gleaming blade fell, she saw the angel's pleased smile... and disgust as he, too, was enveloped in darkness.

She squeezed her eyes shut and covered herself with her hands. Pain. This was what she expected, but she felt nothing. Just the sound of metal hitting metal. The acrid stench of sulfur that filled her nostrils and lungs. Is that it? End? He killed her so quickly that she died without pain?

She opened one eyelid, then the other. There were screams all around again, and panicked footsteps of people leaving the temple. But before the eyes (that she slowly stopped trusting), she saw *something*. A two meters pile of muscle, covered in black fur, casting a shadow over herself and her surroundings. The smoke that surrounded him slowly dissipated. It accumulated right next to her hand. By the key, which she was still clutching with all her might.

“I see I arrived on time!” The demon roared with laughter. Even behind him, Hannah could see the massive, bloody scythe that stopped the angelic one.

“Tsk.”

She, paradoxically, felt safe. Behind the giant's back, behind the rock-solid muscles, it was one of the few times she felt like someone wanted her well. She clutched the key to her chest and glanced to the side, just to see the angel's expression. He wasn't angry, wasn't scared. His white brow furrowed in irritation.

“I shall not let you go.” He muttered under his breath and withdrew his scythe. Instead, he took a swing and brought it close to his chest. Blood gushed from the cut skin, falling on both of them. Hannah felt her own chest burn with pain. Meanwhile, the angel flew up as if nothing had happened.

The demon turned to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. The horned head tilted, dark eyes staring out from a frowning muzzle.

“I am Satan, King of Gehenna.” He placed a hairy paw on her chest. “And you are in grave trouble, Descendant of Solomon.”

"I know." She whispered, thinking about her family. Her aunt will kill her. Literally. With a stick and rag. Frustration and rage hit Hannah’s head like a hammer again. If it weren't for that stupid angel, it would all be over, and now...!

“I don't want… I can't go home!” She pushed demon in the chest. “You could have let me be killed, at least I would have had peace!”

“I like you more and more!” He burst out laughing again and wrapped his arms around her waist tighter. “I won't let you go home. The angels will track you down too quickly.”

“What should I do…” She asked herself more than him, but got an answer nonetheless.

"Come with me." He offered cheekily, raising her chin. “I can give you a new home if you help me save it. Take revenge on this angel and help us save hell. Then you will be safe… and no one else will dare to raise a hand against you.”

“I will.” Emotions spoke through her more than reason. What else did she have to lose? “I will help you, I swear.”

More images flashed through her head as if through a fog. A beautiful palace in European style. The exhaustion that set in when she felt safe. The demon's grip loosening as he handed her over to the arms of another cute boy with a horn. And the one and only memory she remembered clearly. A flash of white as the captivating demon turned into the captivating man, his charming smile when she huffed in irritation, and the warmth of his lips as he kissed her goodbye.

Her life was finally about to begin.

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*round of applauses* CONGRATULATIONS TO THE FIRST WINNER!! @de1-os Congrats!! Also, @skyeslittlecorner, great writing as usual!! 🥳🥳🥳

It's 2nd April, so - time to meet the first lucky winner~

As I promised, today the first fanfic for your MCs and OCs. It's quite funny, because the first person in the draw turned out to be the one who entered last. Dear @de1-os, congrats! Looks like your waiting was a good strategy~

Writing was a challenge, after all, this is my first fanfic like this. But I had a great time doing it. Asher is a fascinating character, above all with a very sensible approach to these demons. I hope you will like it!

Note: If anything sounds wrong and ooc, please let me know. I'll change it. If you want, you can also change it yourself, it's entirely up to you, and you can edit these texts however you want.

Also, I apologize in advance for any mistakes, especially if I mixed up pronouns. I write in my native language, where there is no equivalent of "they". I could have translated something incorrectly and not noticed when editing. Then let me know too, of course I will correct it.

Words: ~1200

WHB MC Shuffle | Asher

Asher was the first to leave Leviathan's office. Prematurely - as the waiting Astaroth noticed - because the meeting had recently begun. The councils of Hades ended when their king released them. At least that's what he heard. In Gehenna, they ended when the king kicked them out. 

The demon stared at Asher, trying to guess what happened inside. But it wasn't easy when the only thing that changed in their expression was a wrinkled nose. They could just as easily be disgusted or angry as they could be terrified.

“Didn't everything turn out the way you wanted?”

Only a quiet grunt escaped Asher's lips. What were they supposed to say? What always happened, happened today too.

“Glasyalabolas.”

A few days ago, His Majesty Leviathan summoned the descendant of Solomon to attend an extremely important meeting; what was important, only he knew, because Asher was as bored as a pug during political talks. Today's session seemed even less interesting than usual. They achieved a new record of disconnection from the surroundings. They stopped listening before the nobles even started talking. What could they do? They were surrounded by a bunch of hot men, instead of stupid politics, they could have chill out a little. For example, unbutton the shirts to let the chill breeze brush their skin…

Astaroth's snap awakened them before the train of imagination could gain momentum.

“Huh?”

“I asked what he did this time.”

Legs carried them forward, away from this office, as if Asher were afraid that the boredom would spill out and consume them again. Or, even worse, Glasyabolas's hand would land on their thigh again. Although, actually, it wouldn't be that bad. He was quite hot. Except he was an asshole. But what could they do, it only increased the possibilities… They forced themself to at least partially come to their senses. Even though, the fantasies about Glasyal were much more interesting. Yes, they were angry with him, but they still could appreciate a good body and certainly even better skills. It's not easy to shake a connoisseur out of their professionalism.

“He is being himself.” Asher grumbled under their breath. “I'm starting to get fed up with him.”

“Maybe you should take a break. I know a place you might like.”

The place in question turned out to be a cramped shop. The shelves were full of suspicious drugs, they all smelled of herbs and that unusual, sleepy fog surrounding Hades. Raven feathers, stone amulets, and reptile scales were stuffed among laurel branches and incantation ribbons. Astaroth, wrapped in snake coils, looked like one of the exhibits. Surrounded by the mysticism of this place, he seemed even sexier than usual. But why did the demon brought them here?

“Look.” The man pointed to the jar of clay standing at their feet. “These are lumps of earth collected from the place where His Majesty Lucifer fell into Hell.”

Asher bent down and picked up a small thing that looked more like a vial.

“Should it really be standing that low? Someone will kick it and everything will fall apart.”

“The thing is, these stones are extremely…”

They put the jar on a shelf among engraved beads and blue-labeled containers. Old wood groaned and splinters appeared from the bottom.

“…heavy.”

“Never mind.” Asher quickly put that quirk back where it was. It occurred to them that they might throw it at Glasyalabolas. Maybe he would finally get his shit together.

“You're wrinkling your nose again. Are you thinking the same thing as before?”

“Maybe… I'm sick of him, you know? I want to throw it in his face.”

“I think you should let your desires take over. Be corrupted. Be yourself.” Demon reached for a drug with a blue label. “But I propose a more sophisticated way.”

“What do you mean?”

“These are sleep oils with little side effect. You fall asleep faster, but you wake up much more tired.”

Without much thought, Asher grabbed a package three times its size.

“We'll take it.”

The gift they had prepared didn't look suspicious. An ordinary pillow that smelled of lavender. People lie perfectly, so explaining it was supposed to be easy. Asher had some credible stories ready. In fact, they were even a little disappointed that Glasyal didn't ask where the gift came from. All that was left to do was wait.

On the first day, there were no signs of fatigue. As they sat in council, Glasyalabolas was as great and immovable as a mountain. The next day, the mountain hunched its shoulders, but so slightly that they barely noticed it. On the third day, dark circles began to appear under his eyes. The next evening, after a meeting in which Glasyal had given up even teasing them, another thing humans are good at stirred in Asher. Delicate, barely audible remorse.

they stood outside Glasyal's room, trying to think of why they wanted their gift back. Yes, the demon was annoying, but maybe, just slightly maybe, they a little, just a little liked him. Maybe it's a souvenir from another demon? Or maybe a pillow that is always warm on both sides and was mistaken for a real gift? Before Asher could think of anything, the door opened. Weird. They didn't knock.

“Do you need anything?”

“Yes.”

“Come in, then. I know you've been standing here for quite a few minutes.”

Even though Asher entered the snake pit with a straight face, their heart was racing. First, they entered the demon's room. A handsome demon. A terrifying demon. They regretted it even before the door closed behind. Maybe they should come back after all? 

All doubts were doubled when Glasyalabolas leaned forward, as if bowing, and took their hand.

“Two can play this game, you know that?”

Not only Asher's heart but also his breathing reached the pace of an asthmatic after a marathon when Glasyal placed their hand on his cheek. He rubbed their fingers under his eye, and the circles that were supposedly from lack of sleep became blurred. Everything that was speeding up, suddenly stopped. Makeup. It was makeup. And worst of all, when they looked closer, the makeup was of very low quality. 

“You think I can't recognize sleeping herbs? Especially since you poured so much into this pillow? Even a corpse would be disturbed.” 

Instead of letting go of their hand, Glasyal ran their fingers over his lips. They were surprisingly soft and warm. Asher couldn't help himself. They pressed harder, wondering if his tongue was as soft. Anxiety fought with desire as they stared at his tongue as it lazily licked its lips. Fuck. Before they take this pillow away from him, they can still use it in this bed.

They took a step closer and grabbed the dark horn to make sure the demon wouldn't get up. And that he won't have any stupid ideas. Glasyal just muttered under his breath, something that sounded like a cross between a groan and a laugh.

“It was a punishment to stop acting like an asshole.” 

“I guess it didn't work.”

“In that case” Asher tugged the horn, forcing Glasyal to bow even lower. “Looks like I'll have to work on this more bluntly.”

The demon knelt down. However, if Asher thought for a moment that he would politely give up, their legs immediately buckled under them. Glasyal grabbed them around the waist and lifted their shirt with his teeth, licking, nipping and biting their lower abdomen.

“I want to see you try.”

That evening, neither of them needed a pillow anymore.