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don’t assume just because i don’t reply straight away that i don’t want to rp with you because i do but i just am lazy and stupid so it takes me time sometimes.

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The demon hummed acknowledging his words before tossing his cigarette butt in the general direction of the ashtray and hoping for the best. Sometimes he almost feels bad for the cleaning lady, but then he remembers how much he pays her and the fact that she willingly made a deal with a devil, and then he quickly goes back to not giving a shit. He snuggled his face deeper into the pillow pausing watch the other and getting lost in his own thoughts in the process. He wondered what it was like to have a side. Belial was an absolute. Everything he did he did with his entire being. Love, hate, it was all of him or nothing. The idea of constantly being at war with himself sounded terribly tedious to the demon. Perhaps he could help quiet that pesky little angel whispering in the half-breed’s ear. Purely out of the kindness of his heart, of course, not any inherent lust to ruin anything good and pure. Belial would never.    

“I was very flowery, once upon a time,” he insisted with  a small smile. He was quite pleased sinister wasn’t even up for debate. “A fairer person lost not Heaven.” He easily quoted; he rarely forgot words of praise. “That’s what got me into so much trouble. Angels are weak to beautiful things, and I am unfathomable. Maybe someday I’ll show you,” he mused slowly stretching his arms above his head trying to wake up tired muscles. “Do to your unique lineage, I think you might be able to handle it.” Or his eyes may burn out of their sockets, who knows. Belial really is too weak when it comes to praise; it shouldn’t be this easy to please him. “See, that is why I like you because most people would have said we were remarkable, but you said we are, present tense. So many seem to be under the impression that we’ve lessened when in reality all we’ve done is gain.” He also enjoyed the effortless smirk the other was directing towards him, you can’t teach that sort of thing. “Really?” Belial asked genuinely curious. “That’s surprising. All the other demon spawn I’ve met can hardly keep it in their pants. Lust tends to be one of the easier sins, I find. We’ll just blame it on your mother’s side because you definitely didn’t get that from your father.” Lucifer was not particularly known for chastity.

Apparently, Damien was just full of surprises. “Rebel rebel,” he grinned. Honestly, though, what self-respecting organization dealing in the realm of good and evil would take in a half-breed. They’re either desperate or he is very good at what he did, Belial concluded. He shot the other a warning look at Bernie, but let it slide only because of the words that followed. “Agreed.” Damien’s father always got all the credit, but in the grander scheme of things he wasn’t much fun in Belial’s opinion. He’d definitely made the right choice in following him. A sharp, unimpressed click of the demon’s tongue and a not so subtle roll of his eyes later and he was speaking once again. “Don’t flatter yourself. No one ever sits in that chair anyway.” He knew good and well that wasn’t what the other had meant, but he was in no mood for any woe is me meaning of life nonsense. He hadn’t even had breakfast yet. “Disappointment is a part of life, she’ll get over it. Forgiveness is supposed to be their whole thing up there anyway, but then again, she’s obviously not very good at following the rules.” He lazily gestured to Damien with a pointed look. Belial wasn’t exactly hip with the angel rules these days, but he was going to go out on a limb and say not fucking Satan was probably one of them, but he could be wrong. One thing he was certain of was that everyone looked better with blood on their hands, and he was sure Damien would be no exception. “Careful what you wish for,” he grinned with a sing-song voice before letting out a sigh and sitting up in bed. He was going to have to get out of this bed at some point, and he wasn’t particularly looking forward to it. “What would you say is your best breakfast dish?” A small, fond smile made its way onto the demon’s lips when he felt Max shift beside him at the mention of food. “If you’re going to wake us up then you’re going to make us food.” He announced as if it was a well-known rule.

█▌▐     ❝  I knew that too late…the whole praying up to the heaven’s thing. Never really enjoyed it, my demonic side has a hard time. ❞   It was true, his negative characteristics were always shown no matter who he was with, yet praying was taught by his mother since young, which he detested to do every night. He still would remember the times he cried and whined when his mouth would utter ’ oh, dear Heavenly Father..’ Being praised by a greater demon made him feel all to special even giddy. Maybe it was the fact that he never got praised by his own father. Lucifer thought about himself all the time, he was greedy just as he was evil and ruthless– there was that one time where he burned a classmate because he couldn’t control his pryokinesis, did Lucifer praise him at least in that time? No, not even when he snorted his first cocaine, or even that one time where he stole money from his mother’s purse. Was he even there to praise him for all his stupidity? Never.

❝  I don’t know about the flowery but the sinister, of course. It didn’t take me long to know about you and the rest of the flock. You all are truly remarkable beings. ❞ the cross breed held true to his words, they were remarkable, even the most beautiful. His usual smirk appeared on the edge of his lips once again, the mentioning of appropriate touching. Damien doesn’t do that, his touching was pretty explicit when it came down to it, other times he just wasn’t in the mood for it. ❞ Of course. I know appropriate touching isn’t your cup of tea, like you, I love inappropriate touching the most. Getting all worked up into a sheet of sin is something I thoroughly enjoy, sadly not on a daily basis. ❞  he murmured and shrugged to that, maybe he didn’t sleep with anyone as much as most humans do, that was simple though he just didn’t find anyone worthy except for a few. Raising a brow to the word sweet, Damien wouldn’t deny demons were sweet when they wanted to. As far as chanyeol goes, well– he was awfully sweet now, but have gotten soft over the centuries.

Pressing his full lips on the cigarette as he felt his lungs burn again, letting out the fumes through his mouth. ❝ They know. its more of disappointed mother– her son never met her expectations but I just really didn’t care. I was busy being rebellious. ❞ He confessed, leaning over the night stand where the ash tray was, flicking the excess ash from his already half gone cigarette. Damien felt the demons gaze which he didn’t mind at all, sinking himself back in the armchair, his mixed hues looked up at Chanyeol through his eye lashes. ❝ I know that, mhm. Why follow you– good question Bernie…, you’re far more interesting than father dearest whose just a lame piece of shit anyways. Till this day I don’t know why I’m even here, if I’m honest i’m just a waste of space. My angelic mother was too sensitive, its her I didn’t want to disappoint but I did. Tainting my hands in blood has become my favorite past time, when the green stuff is in question. ❞ He said, taking another puff of the remaining cigarette. His demonic side showed the most, like the demon he too could be sweet when his mood was good or at least tolerable at times. His oath to the synidcate or the ‘club’ as Chanyeol calls it, was just a daily repent for his shit. Maybe because he held a weakness for his mother and wanting acceptance by his father which he never had or never gained. ❝ You can keep me if you like, surely I don’t mind at all. ❞

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From this distance, he could see the fine layer of sweat sparkling on the boy's skin somehow making him glow under universally unflattering bathroom lights, and the faint saltiness mixing with the sin lingering beneath his flesh had the demon’s mouth watering. If Chanyeol concentrated hard enough, he was willing to bet he could hear his little heart pounding away inside his chest, but only if he managed to quiet the pulse thrumming through his own ears first. There was a vague look of panic as he seemed to struggle to catch his breath or find his voice, maybe both.

Ahjussi. The word earned the boy a small, secretive smile. If only he knew. The tremors in his voice had sent an odd satisfaction through the demon. Without a word, he shifted angling his shoulders so they were planted squarely between Seojun and the doorway silently telling him that he wasn’t going anywhere until Chanyeol said so. He flexed the fingers of his outstretched hand before letting it fall back to his side. Pity. Even if every fiber of Chanyeol’s being wasn’t screaming to corner the boy even further and bury his face in his neck bathing in his scent, a touch was always a helpful identifier.

“Seojun,” Chanyeol repeated, rolling the name around on his tongue tasting each syllable as if he was searching for something hidden within them. Unfortunately, it didn’t ring any bells. “It’s nice to meet you, Seojun, but please, call me Chanyeol. Ahjussi makes me feel old.” He flashed him a wink before moving to rest against the counter conveniently keeping himself between Seojun and his only way out while still giving him some space to breathe since he looked on the verge of passing out. He wasn’t particularly in the mood to deal with an unconscious teenager, and he was nowhere near done with him.

“How old are you, Seojun?” He asked with a gentle tilt of his head as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, long legs stretching out in front of him to cross at the ankles in a perfect imitation of casual contrary to the effort it was taking him to keep his distance. He could have sworn Seojun’s scent was slowly getting stronger, but he dismissed it as poor ventilation and close quarters. “This is a pretty nice hotel to be hanging around at your age. Are you here with your family?”

Seojun can’t breathe. He feels like he’s been dunked head-first into a body of water, like there’s no air coming in through his lungs no matter how hard he tries to strain them. He’s dizzy and light-headed as he weakly leans back against the wall for support, watching with wide, bewildered eyes as a giant of a man slips in through the door. His gut feeling tells him this is bad. This is really, really bad.

The said man’s shoes tap loudly against the tile floors as he strides over towards him, the sound magnified by how empty and silent the bathroom is save for the two of them. 

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

The noise rings loudly in his ears, and Seojun feels like he’s being pushed towards sensory overload as the stranger inches closer, far too close for comfort. He tries to curl in on himself, make himself smaller somehow, pressing his back harder against the wall as if it’ll help, but to no avail. His heart jack-hammers away within his chest, and Seojun thinks that even if he gets to survive this fit of hysteria, he’s sure it won’t be without a broken rib or two.

Rationale tells him to move: to run, to kick the man in the nuts, sprint for the door and call a god damn medic, but a distant sound in his head tells to wait. It’s not logic, and it sure as hell isn’t his heart, but it feels familiar, like it’s been inside him all along.

“Stay,” it says, whispering it into his mind like a mantra, “Stay. Stay. Stay.”

And just like that, he can’t move. His legs feel like stone, sudden dead-weight anchoring his body frozen in place. He wants to yell but his voice stays stuck in his throat, like his vocal cords have been clamped down upon with a blunt pair of pliers. When the man asks him for his name, Seojun feels the same voice in his head speak up immediately.

“Speak,” it hisses, urging him on. “Say your name. Give it to him.”

His eyes briefly flicker to the outstretched hand, but he refuses to clasp it, opting to quietly answer the man’s question, “S-…. Seojun,” he mumbles, desperately willing his voice to stop trembling so hard, “Ahjusshi… I really have to go.”

Something inside his body rapidly begins to crumble away.

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“Could be,” Chanyeol shrugged. He was pretty into possession back in those days; it was so new and fun that he’d just pop from body to body in a matter of days not like now when he spends decades at a time enjoying each body for all they had to offer. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don’t think praying does the spawn of a demon much good anyway.” He couldn’t help but find it a bit endearing that he had tried in the first place; it was adorably hopeful of him.

Chanyeol’s smile was practically blinding by the time the other finished speaking. “Well, aren’t you precious. You really have done your research. I miss the old days. I feel like back then writers really captured my essence all flowery and sinister; they don’t make them like they used to. We really should bring ‘wickedness’ back into everyday language, it was a good one. But for the record, it’s absolutely the other way around. Your father is very loud and very organized, and I was tired of babysitting, so I let him have it, but it was mine first. I could take it all back anytime I wanted. Lucky for us all, I’m still having way too much fun up here.” They say pride is the sin of angels, and although he was far from an angel these days, he still couldn’t resist hearing someone singing his praise, so to speak.  

He let out a breathy laugh mixed with smoke. “That’s because you’ve never met a demon like me,” he grinned. “I didn’t get where I am today by appropriate touching, I can tell you that much.” He took another drag of his cigarette watching the smoke swirl around Damien as he lounged in Chanyeol’s armchair; there was something oddly regal about it. “Oh, I can be very sweet when I want to be,” the demon hummed. It was just a matter of catching him in a good mood, which was not a particularly easy feat. Despite his initial hesitation, he found himself warming up to the other. “That’s cute, but you’re preaching to the king of disappointing parents. I’m surprised they even let you into their little club. Do they know what you are?” He asked curiously leaning forward to give him another cigarette with a fondly muttered “greedy.” He took back all his thoughts from before; he definitely liked him.

Chanyeol’s eyes slowly scanned the other from head to toe before making eye contact once again. There was still a hint of suspicion lingering in the beck of his mind, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to care anymore. The kid would have a hell of a time getting rid of him, anyway, and if he did somehow, Belial would just pop back up in another body somewhere, and he did love revenge. “You’re lucky. Flattery will get you everywhere, but you knew that, didn’t you Demi? Maybe I will keep you.” The demon mused aloud taking another lazy drag of his cigarette. “But why watch me when you could follow daddy dearest around? Surely, he won’t be happy about this, or was it just your mother you didn’t want to disappoint?”

█▌▐   Damien nodded to the demon’s words as he mentioned his father. He couldn’t deny his father was everywhere, he shrugged to that. ❝ I think you were, wasn’t it a possession? I don’t know my memory of certain parts of the bible is a little hazy. Matter of fact, the bible makes my head spin, even praying hurts. ❞ He confessed, his mixed hues were still fixated at the demon who lit up a cigarette. ❝ Guess we have something in common, although i’m no demon but a spawn. ❞ 

Taking the cigarette that the demon had offered from the small box, popping the stick between his lips lightening it quickly, inhaling the contents of the nicotine as it supplied his addiction for it. A puff of grey smoke left his lips and nostrils, nodding to the question. ❝ Of course I do. Hm, let’s see if I remember this correctly. “but for corruption thou hast Belial, an angel of hostility. All his dominion is in darkness and his purpose is to bring out wickedness and guilt.” …. You’re the greatest creation next to my father, or is that the other way around? There’s no many stories really, what’s there not to worship you. Weren’t you the one who was spit out of Heaven first, followed by Lucifer? ❞ There were so many versions to each demonic entity including his father, Damien wasn’t sure which one as true but he didn’t care much for it. Not even his father explained much of himself anyways.

❝ Is it really? It’s my kind of favorite thing too, but you all seems so uptight and don’t want anyone touching the goods. The humble part was playful sarcasm, awe, you think I’m pretty that’s just so sweet of you to say. My name is Damien but you can call me whatever you like. ❞ The mention of his tattoo, made the cross-breed touch the symbol behind his ear where the demon had pointed out. ❝ Oh, this shit? It means nothing to me really. It serves as me trying to make amends with myself, haven’t been a good sport like my mother had prayed so much for me to be. Sadly, I was just a disappointment to her ❞ Damien pursed his lips and continued to smoke on his cigarette, finishing it rather quickly and asking for another. The cross-breed was definitely a heavy smoker, there were times where he finished an entire box of them. ❝ Why doubt my sincerity, that crushes my heart. ❞ He says while clutching his hand against his chest rather dramatically.

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Chanyeol shook his head with a quiet laugh. He walked right into that one. “Like Heaven,” he confirmed with a wink. “Just one taste and I’ll never be able to get rid of you.” The words were said with nothing but the utmost fondness as he folded his body to casually rest both elbows on the bar.  

He watched in mild horror as the demon across from him dunked his popsicle into the drink and took a sip looking as if he actually enjoyed it. “Nasty.” Which was rich coming from a demon known for regularly putting his tongue in places that most would never dream of. “But it takes a lot more than a popsicle to break me.” In the man’s defense, Chanyeol had experience on his side, thousands of years of it, actually, so to lose his mind over something so casual would be embarrassing, to say the least, but that didn’t mean he didn’t thoroughly enjoy the sight of it.    

“Oh Seffy,” he cooed looking up at him from beneath his lashes as a slow smirk crept across his face resulting in a deceptively innocent dimple. “I’m good at everything, but drinking and fucking just so happen to be my specialty -I’m not very particular about beds, though- But I am a little hurt you even had to wonder. My reputation must not be speaking for itself these days, I’ll have to work on that.” He did enjoy that his options were either good or better, though. “So, besides my drinks and dazzling presence, is there anything else I can offer you?”

☠ ;     ❛ Indeed are you. Hm, I wasn’t lying well maybe a little, probably because I didn’t just come here for a drink. ❜  Holding the half eaten popsicle in his hand, tasting the sweet after taste on his tongue, the demon simply clicked his tongue at the roof of his mouth making a soft sucking sound. Seth eyed Chanyeol as if he were the greatest statue he ever saw, watching the other behind the bar and work up his drink which didn’t take long.

Meeting Chanyeol’s gaze down at his already melting popsicle, he gave it a few licks instead as he shook his head. ❛ Hm, it might taste like shit but i’m most sure you won’t ❜ Seth said with a hint of his usual flirtatious banter. His eyes wrinkled at the edges laughing to the comment, the demon glanced at the business man that sat at the edge of bar, the demon gave the male a wink looking completely away after at the sound of your ta-da. ❛ Is it a crime to suck on a popsicle? he doesn’t have to look but who could blame him. How about you, by suck on this thing will it give you an aneurysm as well? ❜  He said as he took the liquid concoction, dunking the rest of his popsicle into the drink. Seth took the straw into his mouth and drank the crisp beverage letting the sting of the alcohol slide down his throat.  ❛Mm, It tastes like sin who knew you would be so good behind the bar.  Would you be good or even better in bed, I wonder? ❜  

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“I’d agree with you but then we’d both be wrong.” could words kill, well those wouldn’t but they would, undoubtedly, induce minor injuries. could they. the barmaiden would keep on going back and forth behind the bar, mixing and pouring drinks for the crowd, it was a busy night. one, that her visitor was not making any easier. despite not having the time, or apparently the mood, yet somehow the woman found herself walking up to him again and again to keep on chatting. perhaps it was his charming way of talking. the sorceress had taken notice of that.

“I’ll have you know being wrong can be fun from time to time,” he grinned twirling his empty glass in the puddle of condensation left on the bar. “It keeps things interesting, but we both know I’m not wrong about this.” He liked her. She was good at what she did, pretty as can be as she flashed her customers sweet smiles despite being obviously busy, and there was something else about her he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but he knew he was a fan. Plus, she didn’t put up with any of his shit, which was always a pleasant surprise. “Just try it out for a few nights. You’ll love it, I promise.”

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OOC

Hey everyone! I just wanted to drop in and assure you guys that I’m still here even though replies have slowed to a crawl. If you talk to me on pretty much anything you’ll probably know that I’ve been called into work a lot lately, but Sunday they decided that I’m going to go from about 8 hours a week to working 32+ (yay promotion, but also boo promotion). I’m not dropping any threads or disappearing, I promise, but replies will be slow to say the least especially when school starts on the 22nd, and I get to be a full-time student and a full-time employee at the same time. That being said, threads that involve character development/important plots/etc. will have priority, but I’ll make sure they all get answered!

TL;DR I’m going to be taking 6 classes starting on the 22nd and working 32+ hours a week from here on out, so replies are most likely going to be very slow, but the will come, I promise!

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Chanyeol had perfected the art of day drinking years ago quickly learning that if you put on a nice enough suit anything can seem glamorous, even getting shit-faced in the middle of the afternoon. He was sitting at the bar drinking some criminally overpriced whiskey with a beautiful bottle-blonde when it hit him. It was as if all the air was forced out of his lungs and replaced with something else entirely. The scent was so thick he swore he could taste it as it slowly curled around his ribcage before settling deep in the pit on his stomach.

Lust.

He’d recognize it anywhere, but this was unlike any he’d ever felt before. This was like pure fire making its way through his veins, it was perfect, and…coming from a teenager standing in the doorway of the restaurant. The demon’s eyebrows immediately furrowed when his eyes locked onto the source. That couldn't be right; there was no way. He’d met enough teenage boys to know the glaring difference between puberty and a waitress in a low-cut blouse and carnal sin, yet here they were. “Excuse me,” he mumbled to the woman, eyes still fixed on the boy as he made a beeline toward the bathrooms.

His long legs carried him across the room in record time reaching the door only seconds after the boy. “My my my,” he drawled, keeping his tone as light as possible given the circumstance. “What do we have here?” He made his way towards the boy pausing inches away to take a slow, deep breath through his nose. He tried to be subtle, honestly, but subtlety had never been a strong suit of the demon, and from the looks of it, today would be no exception. His eyes threatened to fall shut as a soft breath of air fell from his lips. The scent was even more decadent close up. There was no doubt whatsoever that it was coming from the boy, but it just didn’t make sense. 

He was human, that much was obvious. The kid looked even younger close-up, all skinny arms and legs and wide, innocent eyes. It was that thought that reminded Chanyeol how close he still stood to the boy. He took a small step back flashing him his best smile complete with bright crescent eyes and dimples while forcing his posture into something much more casual and less predatory.

“Chanyeol,” he introduced himself offering a hand for the other to shake. “And who might you be?” It was hardly the question he wanted to ask, but it was undoubtedly the most gentle of the hundreds threatening to spill from the demon’s tongue.

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(circa 2010)

When he first meets Chanyeol, he is only sixteen.

It’s an age at which things have slightly gotten better for him. He’s… romantically (?) seeing (?) a girl. His twin brother’s absence has become slightly easier to bear. While the dirty looks and taunts at school are still very much there, they’re not as bad. They’re bad, but not that bad.

Shit could be worse.

It starts out as a regular day off from school. Taekwon-… dad has been a little easier on him lately. Seojun thinks it might be because there’s hushed talk of a hotel opening up in a new location. Where? He’s not sure. But his father’s good mood allows him to tag along to the flagship hotel in the middle of Samseong, and that’s all the teen cares to know. If there’s any family he really has apart from mom, Junseo, and Soojung, it’s the staff that always look after him as though he were their own.

( “Practicing to becoming a folk singer one day, hm?” teases Soyeon from the front-desk, as Seojun’s voice begins to crack due to puberty. He tries to complain, but his voice just cracks again. He turns such a vivid shade of red he can’t even bring himself to speak. )

The array of high-end restaurants at the ground floor are oft-bustling with snobby patrons on the weekend, so he’s not surprised when the staff down there can’t spare longer than a second to spend time with him. It’s alright. He’s no child that needs the excessive attention anyway. He always gets to sneak out a pastry here and there from the kitchen, there’s no need to complain.

Today feels different the minute he steps in through the extravagant hotel doors. That feeling grows stronger the closer he gets to the restaurant, and when he stands near the dining area he feels his heart catching in his throat. For what reason, he initially doesn’t understand: his body feels unusually warm and sweat actually begins to trail down the nape of his neck, his breathing slightly labored, his knees a little unsteady.

Seojun discreetly hauls ass to the bathroom, tries not to focus on the feeling of what he thinks might be something literally trying to claw itself out of his goddamn chest. There’s a clicking sound as the door to the bathroom swings open before he can slip into a stall, and he suddenly can’t fucking breathe.

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A grin immediately made its way across the demon’s face at the sound of the familiar voice. “I am a blessing, aren’t I?” He mused abandoning his search for a lighter in favor of turning to his unexpected guest and grabbing a glass from the overhead rack with a quiet laugh. “You don’t have to lie to get free drinks, Seffy.” It was rare to catch the demon behind the bar, but you didn’t live to be his age without learning how to mix a drink or two.

“You do know this is going to taste shit with that, right?” He nodded his head towards the ice cream as he poured the liquor into the shaker. “And I find it very hard to believe someone with your unique disposition is even a little lonely. You’re about to give one of my regulars an aneurysm from just watching you suck on that thing.” Chanyeol pointedly glanced towards the business man sitting at the other end of the bar attempting to subtly loosen his tie before presenting the completed drink with a grin. “Ta-da.”

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☠ ;     ❛   I was beginning to feel a little lonely but Hell sure has been good that it graced me with your outstanding presence, Chanyeol.  Don’t you owe me a Devil Martini ?  ❜  The demon spoke with a soft hint of luster as he sat at the bar of Dante’s Inferno Room, sucking on a strawberry ice cream.

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Chanyeol quietly watched as the fallen made his way around the room toying with the knick knacks Chanyeol had picked up throughout the years. He didn’t blame him; they were quite the sight. Some of the items on the shelves were virtually priceless while others came from vending machines. “Are you trying to tell me that I can’t go into a little box in the back of the church with a man in some black pajamas and come out all squeaky clean and sinless? Careful Xai, that’s blasphemy. I can smell your wings burning from here.” A low blow, maybe, but Chanyeol never missed an opportunity to press on a sore spot.

“We?” Chanyeol echoed with a smile as the other made himself at home in the seat across from him. “I’m not so sure you do. If you did, you wouldn’t still be playing into that good nonsense. You know what’s a lot more fun than fighting your nature? Embracing it. We’d embrace you for what you really are, unlike them. Well, it might take some winning over with the younger crowd -you know how demons can be- but if you asked nicely, I’d keep an eye out for you. I like you, Xai. Most fallen just turn to pathetic little balls of mush, but you’ve still got some fight left in you.” The demon was casual as could be, as if it wasn’t the others entire sense of morality in question.

By the time the other was finished speaking Chanyeol’s grin had taken over the majority of his face; he was beaming. “Am I being Punk’d?” He joked pretending to glance around the room for hidden cameras. Spite suited Xai. “I knew I liked you.” Chanyeol followed suit rising to his feet, unconscious chewing on his lip as he thought of a place. There were so many options. “Well, I technically can’t step foot on sacred ground anymore, but I do know a place that does bible study in the park?” He suggested, grabbing his cell phone and slipping it into his pocket and tapping the sleeping dog beside his desk with the toe of his boot. “Come on, Max. Jesus day is over; it’s mine now.”

Jesus Day;

(✞) —–     Xai completely ignored the other’s gestures to sit down, instead he walked to the shelfs at the wall, picking up a few trinkets here and there, examining them with a laugh and wiping off the dust on some of them. “ Not that you’re not right, I mean I do identify myself as ‘good’, instead of following our dear brother Lucifer. But I still did my part for God to hate me, I’ve done my sins. I certainly don’t like all the fancy traditions of pretending that some sort of holy bread and wine can cure all my sins.” He murmured, throwing a small round candle holder up in the air, following its path with his eyes, before catching it again and examining it in his hand.      He snorted, laughing as he placed the candle holder back, lighting the cancle inside up with the tips of his fingers. “I don’t know, but you know how humans are. Ignorant. Desperate. Clinging to any and all forms of traditions and rituals, thinking that somehow being faithfull to useless antics can make them holy.” Xai turned his head around, grinning. “Luckily we know better.” He jumped over the back of the chair with one hand and sat down, sinking away in the leather with a sigh.      " How about instead of boring traditions, we piss off some 'faithfull christians’. I’m sick and tired of hypocritical assholes who think they can seat at God’s table with clear conciences while they work their hardest to hide the downloaded incest porn on their laptops and the affairs they have with their coworkers.“ Xai took a breath and leaped up from his chair again. "Let’s go wreck a church service. Pick a place, it’s your party today.”

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“If you say so,” Chanyeol shrugged. He was just thankful that whole eye changing thing came after him. The last thing he needed was teenage girls following him around mistaking him as one of their glittery vampires or whatever it was kids were into these days.

Chanyeol silently held his hands up in a universal signal for surrender shifting his face into a mask of perfect innocence. “You have my word.” That didn’t mean someone else wouldn’t do it for him, though. “You could always take the bus? Ride a bike? Drive? Wait- you are old enough to drive, right?” The idea that he had been saved by anyone was already annoying, but if he still had a learner's permit that was just salt in the wound.

Logically, he should be a bit relieved that he didn’t recognize the name, but logic was never Belial’s style. “I’ll have to work on that, then. My reputation usually precedes me, but I must be growing complacent in my old age.” Maybe he’d start a new plague later, get his name back out there with the youngsters. At least he was curious about him. Chanyeol’s eyebrow arched as he let out a quiet hum. “I do love daddy issues,” he grinned finishing his cigarette in record time as they made their way towards the apartment. “Do I know him?” Granted, Hell was a pretty big place and asshole dads were hardly hard to come by there, but he had been there long enough to know a fair deal of the demons running around. He couldn’t help but notice someone was missing from his collection of assholes. “What about your mother?” Maybe that explained his altar boy lifestyle.

He hadn’t been lying when he said the apartment was nearby, but it wasn’t exactly where Chanyeol had expected it. The demon eyed the two doors wrinkling his nose at the sight. “Your neighbor seems like fun,” he deadpanned, following him into the thankfully cross-less apartment. “How does a theology student end up in a place like this?” He asked glancing around the apartment. Chanyeol had been to plenty of college apartments in his day, and this was way too nice to be normal. Nothing was broken or smelled suspiciously like booze and ass. This kid got weirder by the second.

“Please, humans dig this look.” Ah yes, old demons are all the same in his opinion, his brother, that fox bitch, and now this guy. Jungkook stops in his tracks to look back at the other, there’s a certain glee in his eyes, finding this whole situation rather… comical. 

“Don’t you dare, or I’ll drench you in holy water, do you know how annoying it is if I have to walk all the way to the nearest church for sunday mass?” 

Chanyeol sounds local, why  so cautious around other demons? Around him? “Belial doesn’t ring any bell, sorry.” he shrug his shoulder, maybe he would’ve caught the name if he stayed down under, but hell gets boring after a time, and there’s a certain joy of returning home when you’ve been living on the surface. “Also no, I hate demons, my siblings and father are assholes. I was just curious about you.” 

There’s no sinners in hell, only damned souls, up here is way more entertaining. 

He lead them past the college buildings, the student dorm complex, and eventually to a more up scale looking housing, push buildings with rather luxurious flats, at least for a student. Jungkook drags him to one of the buildings and led them to the third floor, where there’s only two doors facing each other, one of them has a pretty large cross on it, and one of them is bare, it’s his. 

Nara walks in first of course, turning on the lights and casually taking off his shoes and cassocks while he hums.  

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“Not particularly,” Chanyeol admitted with a small shrug. “I tried skimming it once, but it was boring, and they gave Lucifer all the credit. They didn’t even mention me once.” His nose wrinkled in displeasure at the thought. Chanyeol reached up a long arm blindly feeling around his nightstand for the pack cigarettes he knew he left there. “I’m glad,” he hummed locating the box. “It’s not one of my better subjects.”

He was thankful that he had enough foresight last night to tuck a lighter in the box as he placed a cigarette between his lips and quickly lit it before leaning ever so slightly forward to offer his guest one. At the same time, he happened to shift lower in his seat offering Chanyeol a brief glimpse at the ink neatly placed behind his ear. Well, isn’t that interesting? A deep, pleased rumble made its way up the demon’s throat nonetheless. “So, you’re familiar with my work then? Tell me more about how worthy of worship I am,” he smirked as he let a slow exhale of smoke out through his nose.

A slow smile curled at the edges of Chanyeol’s lips at the sarcastic tone. Maybe they’d get along after all. “Hm, what a shame; inappropriately just so happens to be my favorite kind of touching. Loyalty is always lovely, but there’s no need to be humble, it’s never suited me well. And what should I call my pretty, new disciple?” The tilt of his head reminded Chanyeol a bit of a puppy, but it also offered him a much clearer view of the tattoo. “I say that’s a very interesting tattoo you have there,” Chanyeol mused, tapping the place behind his own ear to indicate which one he was talking about. “Unfortunately, it does make me doubt your sincerity just a tad.”

█▌▐    ❝ Why does he get a day? Humans go off celebrating his death and his birth, don’t you know the bible” Damien commented.  ❝Last I checked demons have their own month but no one acknowledges, sadly. But i’m not here to talk about the bible or jesus.  ❞ Clearing his throat, mixed hues noticing the other grab his crotch, Damien raised a brow to that.

❝Hm, is it really? I tend to worship those who are worthy to be worshiped, like you for instance. Max doesn’t see me as a threat, why would he? ❞  He asked flashing the demon a bright smile, slouching further more onto the armchair, listening to the male speak once more, now at least Damien saw more of the others face as the demon rolled over, finally eye to eye.

❝Why would I be embarrassed? honestly, it’s all the above. Everyone needs a babysitter no matter how old you are, hope you don’t mind having one. I promise I won’t touch you, inappropriately. I’ll be your humble and most loyal disciple. ❞  Even though his tone seemed rather sarcastic, it wasn’t. The half-ling tilted his head to one side, awaiting the demon’s response to such revelation. Damien’s demonic blood was always dominate and his preference was clearly one sided.  ❝What do you say? ❞

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"wake up it's jesus day!"

Chanyeol sighed opening his eyes. So much for a nap. “Damn, I must have forgotten to write it on my calendar,” he deadpanned, letting his feet fall from his desk with a thud before straightening in his seat. “What should we do to celebrate?” He gestured for the other to have a seat in one of the empty chairs across from him. “We could get a nun pregnant, or maybe we could start an Apocalypse? Oh, but you’re still into that whole good thing, aren’t you? That’s okay, we can just hold hands and sing kumbaya while eating some of those Catholic corpse crackers and drinking the Jesus blood wine. That’d be fun, right? Never say I wasn’t accommodating.” The sarcasm in the demon’s voice was so thick he could taste it.

“At what point did they start thinking pretending to eat his dead son would make God love them? Humans are so cute.”

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Chanyeol couldn’t help the quiet laugh that fell from his lips at being referred to as the baby. “That’s unfortunate. I thought I’d be safe from his nonsense in August. Why does he get a day anyway?” Chanyeol began thinking aloud. “All he did was drink wine and die which really isn’t very impressive considering it’s something literally everyone else on the planet does at some point.” Chanyeol had done it loads of times, even Max had died at least four times by his count, and nobody was off celebrating him.

He watched silently as the other made himself at home in his bedroom before he spoke again. “Is that so? I didn’t know you were into watching,” Chanyeol teased, flashing him a lazy wink and grabbing his crotch through the blanket for good measure. “But you’re in luck because being worshiped is one of my favorite pastimes. You’re more than welcome to do so whenever you’d like.”

The demon glanced towards Max tugging on his cropped ear fondly and earning himself a swift kick in the thigh and a snort. “Everyone has their off days, even Max, or maybe he just doesn’t consider you much of a threat.” But every cat within a hundred mile radius had to be dealt with immediately as far as the little beast was concerned.

“And why exactly do you feel the need to watch me? Business? Pleasure? Do you have a crush?” A smirk made its way onto the demon’s face as he rolled over onto his side to fully face his guest. “You can tell me. You don’t have to be embarrassed, it happens all the time, but I am a bit old for a babysitter.”

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█▌▐   Damien had found a way to annoy others, sometimes he did it out of fun. Other times he didn’t know why he even bothered but in the end he just didn’t give a fuck. And the demon that slept under thick comfortable blanket with a huge grey dog at his side which to him seemed too harmless, he was a sucker for dogs anyway. The dog didn’t seem to mind his presence and stayed lounging comfortably at his masters side. Mentioning the name Jesus was a good way to wake up the taller figure that mumbled in his sleep, the demon wasn’t the typical morning person, Damien could relate at least he shared something other than demonic blood.

❝  Did I wake the baby up from his slumber? I’m sorry I did not notice. ❞  He replied a smile crept on his on lips then when the demon had fully acknowledged his uninvited presence. ❝ Jesus day is not always in December, and no I’m not confusing you with someone else. Hell, I was trying to wake you up and it worked didn’t it?❞

Making himself comfortable on the armchair just a few feet away from the large bed the demon lay disheveled, trying his not to ignore him. Damien contemplated and continued to run his mouth like he usually did.

❝ Hm, that’s a good question. I came here to watch you, is that a bad thing? probably you’ll find it that way or maybe you’ll like the idea of someone worshiping you. For all I know your lovely dog here doesn’t seem to mind at all that I do. I figured he would already have eaten me alive but oddly enough he’s decent.  ❞

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One. THIRTEEN YEARS OLD and just left the record shop in London, he passes by a fellow with a mastiff at his side. The tall man tells him Put it back. Junseo’s hands clasp around the Billy Idol record deep in his jacket’s pockets. Who the fuck’re you, mate? The man tells him to put it back again. Junseo feels that rush, the anger swelling. No idea what you’re on about. Junseo starts walking away and the guy just says Put it back until Junseo turns around, ready to shut his whole mouth. No one. Nothing. Like thin air.

Two. BLISTERING HEAT IN the club leaves Junseo aching for a break. He’s 19 years old and just started working as a bar-back. The bartender is a relentless man with nothing but a regime that has Junseo sweating bullets. It’s an art - to do what the man does - but somehow, some way, Junseo relates to the man that punched out a Monet. But he needs the job and he needs to quiet his fists.

Three. HE IS LEFT with a Mastiff that doesn’t love him. All dogs go to heaven? No. All dogs love Junseo. The man is the Korean Caesar Milan. And yet, Max is snoring too loudly and is hogging the sheets, and is all-around pissing Junseo the fuck off. He has nothing but growing animosity for the dog he is sitting and the owner who left him there. Chanyeol picks up his pet with a knowing look that says, You should be grateful I’ve paid you to watch my hell hound ( if only he knew ). Junseo slams the door behind them.

Four. THERE IS SUDDEN silence when Junseo enters the apartment lobby. His roommate, his sister, and Chanyeol say nothing - to each other and barely to Junseo. Hyesu waves briefly and heads upstairs. Soojung averts her eyes and rubs the back of her neck. Chanyeol is the only other one to greet him. Junseo pains to smile when he wants to roll his eyes.

Five. THE FIRST TIME while waiting for Seojun to get ready, he invited the devil into his apartment. He tells him it’s a One time only, kind of thing and Chanyeol only grins, a small Sure in reply comes out so casually. Junseo rolls his eyes in response but God, he wanted to peel the smirk off the man’s face.

Yes. FINALLY A DAY to relax, but there is a knock on his door. He groans before getting up to answer it. The man with his dog - a dog that Junseo has no power over, a dog that has an alpha to listen to. One look into Chanyeol’s eyes and Junseo swells with irritation. What do you want? crawls out of his mouth with no remorse. Chanyeol’s grin is unrelenting, as he has more than shown Junseo. He says, I’ve taken the liberty of walking my own dog today, dog-walker. And in that moment, the aggression fades away to a soft laugh and a light punch to the man’s chest. Sometimes you’re not so bad.

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"wake up it's jesus day!"

Who the fuck? Chanyeol had a very strict no talking until he was awake or it was at least 2pm rule in his apartment, and surely, this was in violation. And they were talking about Jesus no less. They were lucky they caught him on a descent morning, otherwise heads would have rolled. 

“I was always under the impression that was in December,” he said, not even bothering to crack open his eyes. The demon had a tendency to lose track of time, but he’d never been that far off before. A long, lazy stretch and a drawn out groan later, and he finally opened his eyes to fully acknowledge his uninvited guest. “I think you might have me mistaken with someone else. I’m not exactly on the guest list for his parties.”

One hand came to rest on his bare stomach while the other unconsciously found its way to the massive gray dog taking up the majority of the bed to idly scratch the fur beneath his collar. A lot of good he did; the bastard didn’t even bark. The least he could do was pretend to be interested in the visitor instead of just snoring away and drooling on Chanyeol’s spare pillow.

“What are you doing here?”

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