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deviileye:

“ryo…. what is this place…? i can’t see anything…” he tries to peer into the blackness, and it’s like a dark sheet right in front of his face. even with the faint glow coming from the other’s unearthly form, that light barely pierces through this thick darkness at all. he holds tight to him, it felt cold, like death, and that was the last thing he wanted to relive. they were all alone in this darkness, sticking close to each other’s side.

still, something seemed off. like they weren’t alone.

“did you hear that?” the sound is barely there, if it’s there at all. he bristles at the thought of an intruder in this dark place. he focuses on the sound, trying to pinpoint it two thin tendrils peak their way from his forehead, as though to prod at the air for the source of it, whatever it was. “there’s definitely something else here.”

“If only I could take my natural form, I have a luminscent glow. Oh, but then I would be naked so maybe it’s better I stay a human.” Ryo said, not even bothered by the danger or the unknown. As long as Akira was here he was fine, even in a completely empty world that consisted of just the two of them. He had been through worse before, he had faced the cold universe alone after all. 

“Maybe it’s a demon. Are we going to fight it together like old times.” Ryo said, as he walked alongside Akira. Since it was so dark he didn’t even know how it was they were walking but he didn’t care to question it either. “If it is a demon though I’d rather not fight it.”

He wondered how Akira would take that and decided to reassure his friend. “Don’t worry though, if a demon attacks you I’ll always choose you over the demon and kill it without hesitation.” Ryo did not quite grasp that expressing how much you’re willing to commit murder was not a good sign of friendship. 

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medblethderg:

Medb clapped her hands together in glee, leaning back in her seat as she nodded with a satisfied smirk. “Wonderful.”

In her next breath, the Rider began to detail one of her particularly detailed, legends of romance. She spoke explicitly, not caring who heard of the specific bedroom-related exploits of this particular tale– however, her words were more than enough to fluster their driver, who could not bare to hear the end of Medb’s story. Instead, he pulled over and demanded the two of them leave his cab.

Standing outside now, Medb blinked.

“How rude.”

“Thank you cab driver, you’re the second good human being I’ve ever met.” The list was incredibly narrow for reasons that the girl he had been forced to share a ride with just reinforced. He did not even care anymore if he was not seen as human. 

“Goodbye.” He said turning his black to Medb, as suddenly his great white coat transformed into a pair of white wings. He took off for the sky knowing his flight would only be temporary. He no longer cared as long as it bought him some distance from the irritating life forms that he knew as humanity. 

“Goodbye and good riddance.”

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deviileye:

it wasn’t often that they could do something simple like this, sitting around doing nothing important with no goal in mind. it had taken plenty of prodding to get the other to sit down and relax for a change, to let his brain just go on autopilot for a few hours so they could stop worrying, stop fighting, stop everything and just enjoy each others’ company. even through ryo’s complaints, akira could tell he was at least enjoying himself a little, and that was good enough for him.

the sudden closeness of his head on his chest caught him off-guard, leaving him stunned in silence for a moment, as he listens to ryo’s soft-spoken words.

 “you say that like you don’t have one, too,” he laughs gently. “like it or not, you’re still at least a little huma–”

his sentence cuts short, however, when he notices that ryo had shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

it’s that instant when akira realizes how strange it was that he’d never seen ryo sleep before. part of him wondered if he even did. but there he was, proving him wrong once again. akira was almost unsure how to react to it, but he settles on a smile, as he pulls a blanket from the side of the couch and drapes it over their shoulders while he puts an arm around him.

soon enough he felt himself growing hazy– was he really that tired? and before he knew it, he was off to sleep as well, waking only subconsciously to a dream.

Ryo opened his eyes and saw nothing but darkness in front of him. He remembered this sight, it was what the universe looked like as he wandered through it. Considering his last memories were of falling asleep in Akira’s apartment he doubted that this image was real. That he was no longer Ryo, but Lucifer banished from heaven and wandering the universe alone. 

At that time the darkness hardly bothered him or the cold. He had never felt warmth to compare it to. As of this moment though it was empty feeling. An emptiness he only noticed because moments ago he remembered Akira’s warmth. Ryo took a deep breath and howled into the abyss in front of him.

“Akira! Akiiiiiiiiiiiraaaaaaaaa!” 

The darkness never made him fear, there was nothing in the universe that could possibly give him reason to fear except for his father... however... a world without Akira made him feel something akin to that. 

He thought this might in fact be a nightmare. Until he turned his head and saw Akira finally. Just as he always did he held out his hand. “Akira, grab onto me. I need you.”

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medblethderg:

“How terrible.”

Despite her words, her tone was anything but pitiable. Of course, she was still curious about the boy, now more than before.

The Queen chuckled, batting an eye in Ryo’s direction.

“Shall I tell you a tale of conquest and action, then? Does that suit your fancy, or are you a fan of romance?”

In truth, she had no shortage of either genre of stories, and she wasn’t one to leave out any graphic details. Perhaps if she was genuinely capable of pity for those she inconvenienced, she would have had enough to shame to consider her current audience.

Ryo already knew the world he was born into was beyond saving. It was the reason he tried so hard to destroy both it, and its architect. 

He could dramatically monologue about that whenever he felt like though. He found this woman too tedious, a monologue or speech explaining himself of any kind would be wasted on her.

“I don’t really care which, maybe the shortest so I’ll have to endure your presence less.” Oh, he should have been doing a better job of hiding his ire. He wondered for a moment what kind of story Akira would want to listen to. “Tell me a tale of romance then.”

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porimes:

deviileye:

he’d sent two texts– two completely different invitations: one to ryo, plain and urgent, and one to miki, excited and eager. why couldn’t he just tell the others that one or the other was coming, that he wanted them all to just enjoy a simple meal together, even if the restaurant was notoriously not great?

but he knew they’d both come, they always would. maybe pissed that they had to all share one booth, but who knew? maybe things wouldn’t be so tense between them for once…?

so he sat there in the cheap linoleum booth of a fluorescent-lit diner, periodically checking his phone for the time as he waited for the others to arrive.

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It was hardly possible to explain her excitement. His texts always managed to lift her spirits. Maybe her wish of having a regular life were coming along, though she knew that was a simple facade. Maybe, her new normal could be a world that was not burning constantly and that should suffice. 

A meal without murder should be a good start! And the best place would be this odd restaurant, ready to be in presence of what could be the worst or best reunion.

“Have you been here for too long?” She immediately went to him, taking her seat on the front. Her peppy demeanour shining as usual. “So, what are we waiting for? Wanna order already?”

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“I’m surprised you two didn’t start without me.”

Ryo made no effort to hide the bitterness he was implying in his tone. Obviously from the white jacket he was wearing, down to the chanel seal skin boots, he considered himself above such an establishment. 

Not even in the sense that he was eating in a human diner, but one with such an awful smell. He had been convinced to come here by Akira, as it was always Akira who he would follow into hell itself. (He preferred hell to this establishment, actually).

As he sat down, he immediately drew up his phone and paid more attention to that than anything else. He doubted themenu was going to have caviar or lobster to suit his tastes. “This place feels strange. Are you sure it’s not a liminal realm? I detect something off about the atmosphere.”

That was just his roundabout way of complaining.

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@deviileye

“I can understand why you like this show so much, there’s so much crying in it.” Ryo could not imagine why he was doing an activity so domestic as watching television at Akira’s house. As adults it seemed they only ever spent time together to hunt demons. 

Ryo remembered once Akira dragged him into the pool on an impulse. It was always like that between the two of them. Akira tried to pull him into something, and Ryo would reluctantly follow. The only time Ryo took the lead was when he was throwing Akira to the sharks (or rather the demons) straight into the deep end in order to make him stronger. 

He felt something - a tightening in his chest, he was starting to hate this new feeling of regret. “I don’t understand... humans are normally so loud but it sounds soft.” He wasn’t talking about the television anymore, but the sounds of Akira’s breathing he had focused in on. Then too, the pulse of his heart, the comforting reminder that Akira was still alive. The steady rhythmn lulled him into a sleep, and with his arms crossed around himself, making his body as small and withdrawn as possible he fell asleep on Akira’s couch without meaning to. 

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medblethderg:

Medb leaned back, but only a bit. Her smile still did not falter– instead, she practically cooed over the camera.

“What’s this? How neat!” She poked he lens, inching it (and Ryo) just a tiny bit away. “Thank you, it’s my perfume.”

She chuckled.

“Perhaps I have, I’ve lived quite the colorful life you see.”

“So, you come from a place that’s lackluster, then? How pitiable.”

“Tell me about it then. As you said, the world I come from is very boring. Nothing changes, to the point of being ice cold.”

Ryo decided it was best to be careful what he let her know. Sometimes he easily gave away his identity as satan, but only to people that it would be worth telling to. There were certain people he eventually wanted to move into places.

However, this was not one of those situations. It was an annoying cabride. He could at least get a good story out of theway. 

“I’ll take your sympathy for me. So please, tell me an interesting story at least.”

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daemonize:

Ava flinched– yet, she did not wilt and falter.

“I-I don’t know– I just… I just keep trying.”

She had tried for so long, but all that had gotten her was a pair of horns and a huge mess on her hands. Now she was here, so she could only keep moving forward.

Ava did not avert her gaze, despite how cold Ryo’s was.

“Well…”

“I’m still here, so… Yes, I think I could.”

“It’s too bad I can’t change into my true form, a four headed lion with wings in order to scare you away.” 

Ryo said, a smile creeping upon his lips finally as he added a, “Just kidding!”

He stuck his hands in his pockets then and turned away. Just because she was still there did not mean he had the patience to tolerate human weakness and fumbling all day long. The devil parts of her were interesting enough at least. 

He wanted to learn why she looked like that even though she had no idea what a devil even was. 

“Let’s talk again sometime. I want to hear all about your life. I’m sure you’re dying to share it with someone.”

He said as he waved her goodbye. 

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daemonize:

Ava paused again, once more having to face the sudden sting of his words and let them sink under her skin for understanding.

To chain herself to someone, it sounded too familiar, and she could only think of Wrathia– but out of the two of them, who was holding the chain and who was bound by it? Now, after all this time, she couldn’t be sure anymore.

“What’s so wrong with being accepted by others?” The only people who realized the importance of such a thing were those who were not accepted; that’s what Ava believed. “If you can’t accept yourself, then…”

She trailed off, the words dying in her throat.

“In this city, I think… people can have that freedom, maybe…”

Ryo pulled his fingers through his own blonde hair. He turned around finally, and knelt down in front of her. “If you can’t accept yourself, and you can’t be accepted by others, you go mad and die?”

As usual he was extremely sensitive and careful with the words he chose. Not. However as cutting as his words were, his always cold eyes melted a tiny amount as he looked at the red hot girl. 

“What about you, do you think you can accept me then?”

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deviileye:

“i already told you that i can’t forgive you.” not in words, at least. his heart still managed to hurt for ryo, despite it all. it hurt for his regret, for his love for the demons that had been taken from him, for his wounded pride and selfishness. all these things that ryo had taken so selfishly, akira wept for him, and ryo had taken on his sorrow as his own. whether they liked it or not, they were tied completely, wrapped in one another’s existence.

“but if you can’t even try to seek redemption, then… at least accept the punishment of living a life in peace.” his hand was clutched close to his chest in a desperate gesture, a plea of truce to end all of their past suffering. maybe, just maybe, none of it had to exist.

“I know I haven’t been here long. but… i’ve seen it already. demons can live beside humans in peace… even devilmen have a place in this city to be accepted.  it doesn’t have to be the same as before. we don’t have anything to fight for, or against!” even now, as jaded a he was, knowing that humanity had done nothing for him as desperately as he fought for them, akira still acted like a child, naive enough to believe there was still peace to be found in a chaotic world. “we can still stay together, ryo. even if I can’t forgive you… you did tell me that you needed me, didn’t you!”

“That’s fine then.” 

Ryo’s troubled expression immediately grew into a half cocked smile. Even if it was something he was forcing, he looked much more comfortable smiling in the face of hatred than he did struggling to accept any affection form the other. His cold eyes became affixed on Akira. There was still hardly any emotion in them at all. They looked utterly empty. the only looked somewhat full when Akira was reflected in the center of them. 

“I’m used to being hated and unforgiven, it suits me more. Asking for that to stop would be like asking for you to stop crying.” 

He backed away finally and held out his hand again. The cold and discerning Ryo, the always confident and always strong, now looked like a toddler who had just been calmed down after throwing a tantrum, his hair a mess, snot dribbling from his nose, and tears still streaking down one side of his face. 

Yet he held his hand out the same as always. 

“I do still need you. Even if it’s as an enemy, or as my punishment, I want to stay by your side forever. This time if I cause trouble in Hive City you have to stop me no matter what, do you understand? I can’t lose you again, I’d lose myself as well.”

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medblethderg:

She easily returned his gaze, not even blinking.

“Is that so? How interesting.”

Yes, this entire car ride was interesting, fascinating even. How fortunate for her, to enjoy such a treat. This city really was full of welcome surprises.

“Oh? You want to hear about me?” She chuckled, now finally reclining back in her seat; she could have told him tales of war and love and conquest, but instead found something more fitting to respond with.

“I come from a universe with almost infinite possibilities– it’s really quite fun. I can only hope that the place you hail from is as entertaining. If not, I’d almost pity you.”

Ryo immediately pulled out a camera and shoved it into her face. He was not going to be the object of fascination in this conversation, not to some lowly human. 

“You smell funny.” He said rather bluntly again. He still had a sensation for otherworldly things even if this city had dampened it mostly. It was just like the time he was a human and found himself unaware of it thinking more and more like a demon to the point of being able to understand them.

“Have you had interaction with the fae in the past? There’s something otherworldly about you. Well whatever, what you’re describing sounds like a fairytale. There’s no world where that kind of thing is true. In every world our freedom is restricted.”

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porimes:

She may have hit a spot. After talking for a while, till now he have kept himself cold and calculating. A comfortable distance he gladly took. Now, he falters. Briefly, but he falters regardless.

“Are they not the same?” Love differs from person to person. But it existed regardless of what shape it took. “We care for him, that is enough for me.” It was another vague concept. If it had taken the death of their friend for him to realise, then so be it. “I won’t forgive you, anyway. If that helps.” She could not understand why or how, but Ryo appeared more at ease once accused of being heartless. 

She smiles once again, as if her heart had been freed from a heavy burden. Maybe, she needed to lash and cry a little more. Blame and insult him. There were many means to attain that sort of freedom, though pursuing it now was silly. She could not entirely hate him. Humans, in the other hand – …

“I’ll protect Akira this time. You can take the baton or reject it, it’s up to you.”

“That’s fine, I’d rather you hated me. I’m indifferent to you, but it would feel unfair to expect you to forgive me. I’m an existence that’s never been forgiven before anyway, I’d be uncomfortable with forgiveness.”

He did not want a human to decide whether or not he would be forgiven anyway. Even if he was no longer actively plotting to destroy them right at this moment, he still did not want to look at them. To look at the existence that god favored over him, that Akira favored over him. 

It was his honest opinion, he was used to being hated so he preferred it. He stared then at the hand extended in front of him. He had one precious memory, when somebody reached a hand out to him when he was surrounded by darkness. 

That was Akira’s hand. He wondered, if he could ever take a hand like that again. Ryo merely blinked, as if he didn’t understand. “What baton? You’re not holding anything.” He was just playing dumb though. 

He was stubborn, just as stubborn as her. Though he would never acknowledge a human being equal to him in any way. 

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daemonize:

“It’s not…”

Ava shut her mouth after opening it so hastily again, aware that such rash words wouldn’t get her anywhere with this person.

“I just meant that a lot of people feel that way.” Like herself, for example.

She looked to the ground, suppressing a sigh.

“I’m not going to shave them,” Ava responded after a moment of silence; in truth, Ava didn’t even think she could do such a thing. “I just…”

To belong, to have loved ones, that was all she wanted. Was he the same?

Ava looked up, forcing herself to meet Ryo’s gaze.

“You feel the same way, that’s why you called out to me, right?”

“No, I want the opposite. What you want is to chain your existence to somebody so they can accept you.”

Ryo said, correcting her firmly. He loved debates about philosophy and he even loved monologueing to himself. He found John Milton’s portrayal to be rather true to his character, as unlikely as it was for a human to understand him that well. 

“What I want is freedom.”

The wings he manifested faded away in a pale light. Ryo hugged himself as his coat draped off his shoulders, his body far too slender and unhealthy looking for how regally he dressed.

“I want the freedom to be myself, so I can accept myself.”

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psychogenics:

   Jenny remains silent. Even if it was to be expected in this place, it doesn’t take away from the feeling of longing for the power she once had.

   It’s a surprise to her, what with her lack of psychic abilities, but she wasn’t going to argue. The word ‘guardian’ echoed out of his thoughts, and Jenny silently agreed. He was a being fond of all demons, even though his origins are that of an angel’s. He learned to cherish and love demonkind, so the role of a guardian fit him all too well.

“It’s true. Akira Fudo would stop at nothing to be a hurdle in your plans. But I know that is not what you wish for him to be at all, Master. And…”

   Trailing off, she thinks more on his words. An inspiration for others? It’s not as though he wasn’t one already. He could work his way up with ease, and Jenny was certain of it.

“That would surely work. I know you are more than capable, and I will proudly be your aide. Will you ask Akira to join your side once again?”

“Akira doesn’t want to exist in the world of demons. What he cares about the most are the humans that surrounded him in his lifetime. He’d never accept my offer to join an alliance of demons.”

That was the conclusion Ryo reached at least. Who knew if he actually understood Akira. He was the kind of existence that made the same mistake over and over again. He was sure even if time reset itself he would have still rebelled, still be cast down, and still formed a demon army a second time around. 

When you were true to your desires, you hated more than anything else admitting your desires were wrong. Of course though now that AKira was around, Ryo did not want to lose him either. Losing and admitting he was wrong were his two least favorite things. They were slights against his pride. 

“I’m a rather unique existence you know, I can live as both Ryo Asuka the human and Satan the fallen angel and commander of hell. Perhaps then I can have a foot in both worlds, I can stay by Akira’s side as a human and manipulate things behind the scene as a demon. If things get too rowdy, Akira can stop me I guess.”

He shrugged. “Perhaps it doesn’t matter too much though while we’re all trapped in this bird cage together.”

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deviileye:

it had honestly felt like years since he was able to smile around ryo, in fact it likely had been. even though ryo weeped so openly in front of him, akira would stop for him, smile reassuringly past the bittersweet. though ryo’s voice was cold, it was clear that wasn’t all there was to him. there just couldn’t be.

“it must be hard,” he says, his gentle smile never fading. “feeling like this for the first time… isn’t it?” there’s a simple word for such a complicated feeling, but akira hesitates to say. ryo was still learning, in a way, and it was a conclusion he knew he couldn’t force him to, even if it was clear to akira himself. 

separating from the embrace just slightly, akira’s hand wipes away one last tear of ryo’s before resting it on is shoulder. “i… don’t want to leave your side now.” he’s almost hesitant to admit those words, especially given what they had already been through. “not when I can still help you, and not when we– no– when everyone has a second chance.”

“Shut up, I’m not feeling anything. I’m just allergic to humans.” Ryo said, his immature and half assed response which was immediately proven wrong by the tears running down the side of his face. It was like a switch had been flipped in his head and then broken, he had no idea how to turn it off. IN his own memories he did not even remember if he had ever truly stopped crying and clinging to Akira’s torso, or what happened after those moments. 

Even Ryo himself knew how transparent he was being though. It hurt him so much when Akira refused to go along with his plans, to join with him as a demon, but then again wasn’t Ryo the same way? He only ever went along according to his own scenario, and if something out of his control intervened he tried to destroy it. 

Even if it was his most precious thing, recklessly, he would pursue his freedom no matter what. Yet, now he found himself wanting to chain himself. Not to a demon, to a cause, to an army, but instead, to one single human. A weak human who cried too easily, and fell into despair when he lost things. An existence much weaker than his own. 

That wasn’t the problem though. He was being purposefully obtuse. The problem was Ryo himself. “I don’t know how. If you want me to seek redemption then I don’t know how, I’ve never been forgiven, never been given a second chance. My whole life has been one extended punishment. No, even before that I was probably being punished for existing.” His words dripped with self pity, but he was the only person who could ever pity or sympathize with the devil, or so he thought. 

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daemonize:

“I’m just… me.”

She was just Ava, no matter what.

Ava let go of him, her hand falling back to her side.

Her anger was dissolving, rapidly so after hearing his response. His explanation was a familiar one, one that she couldn’t stay too annoyed at as she continued to consider it.

“No– not really.”

“That sounds pretty normal, actually…”

Though, what did she know about normalcy? Ava could only guess.

“Normal, how damning of you to say.” 

After all he considered himself to be above almost all of humanity with the exception of one crybaby. Of course even if it sounded like an insult to him, Ryo accepted it with a smile. 

The words of somebody who barely understood herself, and would never understand others would never reach him.

He might still reach her, though. 

“You don’t have to try to shave off your horns fit in among humans to be accepted.” He said in a normal voice, lacking his usual gravitas. “You’ll eventually find people who are able to accept you for who you are without having to change yourself. Even if you have to wander the whole of the galaxy in order to find them.”

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porimes:

“Because you care for him.” Wasn’t it painfully obvious? She was painfully aware how selfish was to love a person. In a general basis, everyone had merely protected their own. It what lead humans to their downfall – “I know you’re right, I… at least if you care for Akira… I think even Satan could have saving grace. I know I shouldn’t ask you for fairness since it’s over, anyway…”

She said that but it really didn’t feel like it. Till now, every waking moment had been a reminder of that tragic day.

“God also abandoned us.” Wasn’t it like that? No divine punishment fell till everyone was gone. “…I was taught He gave us freedom, the choice to do wrong, as well.” Her voice starts shaking. “My parents would tell me to not resent Him, for he cannot interfere. Of course, I can’t agree… it really hurts! I still dream of that night! I can still feel their hands all over me… ”

“It’s fine if you don’t care for us!! I just… I just want this to make some sense…! Both of us have all the right to hate Him!”

Ryo asuka’s eyes grew heavy at the mere mention of his father. Such a tiresome subject, one he had been turning in his head for years. It was his own fault for bringing it up, for letting himself get worked up like he was some human with a wounded heart. 

“Akira I do... I...”  His eyes froze, both Akira and his father. It seemed his imitation human heart was being pushed to the absolute limits at this moment, his two sensitive spots brought up by one girl who was not even a master of manpiulation of prince of lies like himself. He could have continued to lie, or even to lash out at the subject but he was so tired he decided to speak the plain and boring truth.

“I killed Akira.” He said, he had said it so many times since entering this city. As if he did not constantly repeat it he might regret. “Obviously I didn’t care about him enough to stop myself from killing him. You care more than I do, your human heart allows you to. So don’t assume our feelings are the same.”