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"I hear talk,"

Miczariel murmurs, glancing toward the ground, "of a greater evil returning again. A man who wishes harm against my human... against our son,"

Miczariel's mind drifts to her Zoe, to the newest addition of their very small family, and toward her half-brother.. the cause of all of this, of all Mic's new fears.

Mic has never been afraid before, but she is now.

"Please, if something happens to them.. to my human, to my son.. don't send me back," Mic pleads, "let me stay here, let me stay in my host body.. let me fight him for as long as I can."

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“Humans. Humans changed me.”

Miczariel wrings her hands together nervously, but she follows- obedient. That’s a first.

God is, practically, Miczariel’s grandparent. It’s a weird thing to think about, something Mic can’t quite wrap her head around.

“I’m sure you know that father.. locked me away for some time,” Mic says slowly, referring to Lucifer, “because of my, uh.. well, temper tantrum doesn’t sound right. My ‘massacre of my brother and sister souls’ sounds better.” Miczariel offers a hesitant smile.

“But.. a human summoned me. I mean, it was an accident…. But she helped me.” Mic glances at the ground. “I love her. I don’t want to have to go back to Hell, I don’t want to leave her.”

“Humans are good at that.” She says with a little chuckle. 

God listens as the demoness speaks, She does not interject but smiles all the while. 

“A demon finding love in a human,” she says finally, sighing happily, “I call that progress.” She stops walking and turns to look at Miczariel. “What would you have me do to prevent this?” 

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"Humans. Humans changed me."

Miczariel wrings her hands together nervously, but she follows- obedient. That's a first.

God is, practically, Miczariel's grandparent. It's a weird thing to think about, something Mic can't quite wrap her head around.

"I'm sure you know that father.. locked me away for some time," Mic says slowly, referring to Lucifer, "because of my, uh.. well, temper tantrum doesn't sound right. My 'massacre of my brother and sister souls' sounds better." Miczariel offers a hesitant smile.

"But.. a human summoned me. I mean, it was an accident.... But she helped me." Mic glances at the ground. "I love her. I don't want to have to go back to Hell, I don't want to leave her."

@mxczxrxxl || Cont. 

“Well… You’ve got me there.”

The demoness admits this easily. She’s not necessarily an easy thing to trust, nor has she been trusted in the past…

“You’ve no reason to trust me now. But I’m different, I’ve changed.” Miczariel clasps her hands together, pleading almost.

God could have laughed. 

But instead she smiles gently and turns, heading down the path before her, “Come, walk with me.” she says lightly, “Tell me, demon, how have you changed?” 

[mxczxrxxl]

JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS

Quotes taken from Jenna Marbles videos posted between January 2019 - May 2019

❛ CAN I GET A HELL YEAH?! ❜

❛ It’s easier to talk if I have some background music. ❜

❛ I just want to walk into a room and be That Bitch. ❜

❛ No, no, no, no, no. You put that sentence back in your mouth! ❜

❛ Bitch, I look like Pauly D! ❜

❛ Would you like to play a game of pick up basketball, where I will most for sure dunk on you? ❜

❛ I have art fear. ❜

❛ I take back all of my confidence. ❜

❛ I was going to say that I don’t hate it, but you know what? I fucking hate it. ❜

❛ That is so nasty. ❜

❛ There are two ways that you can go through life: one, you can just sit back and enjoy the ride, or two, you can scream the entire time. ❜

❛ It’s okay, sometimes I feel like screaming my way through life too. ❜

❛ I feel like everyone just wants to watch me fail. ❜

❛ Alright, I guess I’m just gonna sit here and space out for a while. ❜

❛ I might just fuck around and get some sun damage. ❜

❛ Y'all bitches are trying to fucking troll me. ❜

❛ I love it, but this is stupid. ❜

❛ Don’t. Don’t. Whatever you’re doing – don’t. ❜

❛ You’re embarrassing me in front of the beautiful people. ❜

❛ I mean, I only fucked up like seven times. ❜

❛ Hey, maybe chill? ❜

❛ You really just went for it, didn’t ya, bud? ❜

❛ What a dysfunctional squad. ❜

❛ Mine. Mine also. Mine also. ❜

❛ Your protest has been heard. ❜

❛ Come get y'alls shit. ❜

❛ What’s happening to him? Is he buffering? ❜

❛ Dear God. It’s me. Ya girl/boy, [name]. ❜

❛ As horrid and terrible and awful as it is, it kind of fucking rules, and I kind of want it. ❜

❛ I have two pairs of jeans, and I resent them both for being uncomfortable. ❜

❛ This is like the weirdest murder scene ever. ❜

❛ I’m getting dumber from doing this. ❜

❛ Well, here’s our semi completed circle of hell. ❜

❛ It’s ugly, it’s stupid, it’s infuriating. It makes me so angry. That’s why it belongs in my house. ❜

❛ Welcome to a journey of mediocrity. ❜

❛ You can eat anything you want. It’s just a matter of whether you want to die from poison or not. ❜

❛ If you eat this, it’s just like Darwinism at its finest. ❜

❛ Are you okay physically, but also like, in general? ❜

❛ I know I already fucked up, but like, I also don’t care. ❜

❛ I got accused of running a rain forest cafe in my house. ❜

❛ I want a tree in my house! ❜

❛ I don’t know why any of these succulents are alive. ❜

❛ Sometimes I go on instagram and I just start to feel real bad about myself. ❜

❛ I look like I’m cosplaying as Jesus. ❜

❛ Is my face the problem? ❜

❛ That’s a hairstyle that just screams ‘I’m a basketball’. ❜

❛ Bounce me, mommy. ❜

❛ Are you telling me I’m never going to be a wig braider for Daenerys? ❜

❛ Honestly sometimes it’s like speaking to a goldfish. ❜

❛ I’m here. There’s food. Turn on the cute. ❜

❛ You’re lying, and I’m recording the whole lie. ❜

❛ Oohhhh! Rosanna Pansino! Please help my cakes come out okay! ❜

❛ Thank you, lord and savior Rosana Pansino. ❜

❛ I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it. ❜

❛ You know, sometimes you don’t have to do it to 'em. ❜

❛ How about we put our hips together, and you use your left hand and I’ll use my right, and we floss as one? ❜

❛ Sometimes I read wikipedia and I don’t really know what going on. ❜

❛ The Easter bilby gets a knife, and murders children! ❜

❛ Although you’re very cute, that was sooo much. ❜

❛ I go to place where food was before. Maybe food spawn again. ❜

❛ I’m like so mad but also like so impressed with you! ❜

❛ Oh here he comes! Seabiscuit himself! ❜

❛ We’re going on a long, long life journey together. ❜

❛ Maybe they’ll cry at each other and create a dimension and then both go into it. ❜

❛ Welcome to week two of no self care whatsoever. ❜

❛ I left for ONE week. ❜

❛ Oh, what’s that smell? It’s bullshit. ❜

❛ Sometimes trying to open your tiny mind is exhausting. ❜

❛ Me and my dog are here to find your bullshit. ❜

❛ How do I delete a clip while I’m filming it? ❜

❛ Now no one can eat that cause it’s covered in your feral. ❜

❛ Go unconscious again. Go to your happy place. ❜

❛ Mouth is hungry! ❜

❛ Papa, I’m so starving. I haven’t eaten in 84 years. Papa, please feed me chip. ❜

❛ For me? I can has? I can has chip? ❜

❛ Oh my god! Is that ramen? Thank you ramen god! ❜

❛ I would never bite the hand that feeds me. ❜

❛ Yum yum. Whatchu got for me? ❜

❛ Good morning motherfuckers! ❜

❛ Nooo! Now I have to live with my reality! ❜

❛ Now I have to actually face the fact that I sat down and spent time doing this. ❜

❛ We playing nothing but Usher. All Usher, all the time. ❜

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ᗩᗷOᑌT TᕼE ᗰᑌᔕE:

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FANDOMS: SUPERNATURAL, AMERICAN HORROR STORY, GOOD OMENS (MAIN); WILL RP WITH ANY FANDOM

BIRTH DATE: 931 AD 

DEATH DATE: 950 AD

CAUSE OF DEATH: BURNED ALIVE, MURDERED BY HER MOTHER

REAL NAME: UNKNOWN, POSSIBLY NONEXISTENT. 

KNOWN MONIKERS: THE SHE-WOLF, HELL’S WARRIORESS, SHE WHO WALKS AMONG THE LIVING, THE FORGOTTEN DEMON, THE WANDERER, THE FOREVER BURNING, HELL’S ESCAPE ARTIST

SPECIES: DEMON, FORMERLY (PART) HUMAN (THE FIRST ANTICHRIST, SUCCEEDED BY MICHAEL LANGDON)

MOTHER: UNNAMED WITCH

FATHER: SATAN HIMSELF, LUCIFER

SIBLING(S): MICHAEL LANGDON (via LUCIFER); BORNOGO, LORD OF POWER; ANAEL, DEMON OF LUST; NABERIUS, LORD OF CUNNING; STYGAL, BRINGER OF DEATH; GAMIGIN, THE HORSE LORD; DECARAB, THE BEAUTIFUL; LAHAD, THE DEVIL’S VOICE; HASMODEL & HASMODAI, THE TWIN BULLS; VALAK, LORD OF SNAKES; PAIMON, MASTER OF INFERNAL CEREMONIES

PARTNER(S): ZOE BENSON

OFFSPRING: OSA BENSON (BORN 2017)

ABILITIES: PYROKINESIS, TELEKINESIS, TELEPATHY (TO ZOE ONLY), SHAPESHIFTING, EMOTIONAL/PHYSICAL MANIPULATION, INHUMAN STRENGTH & SPEED, DARK MAGIC

DESCRIPTION OF TRUE FORM: A NINE FOOT TALL BIPEDAL CREATURE WITH A WOLF’S SKULL FOR A HEAD. ITS SOCKETS ARE FILLED WITH FIRE, AS ARE ITS NOSTRILS. ITS BODY APPEARS TO BE HEAVILY BURNED, FIERY EMBERS STILL CLING TO ITS SKIN AND BONES. ITS CLAWS ARE LIKE STEAK KNIVES. TWO GIANT, SHADOWY WINGS PERCH UPON ITS BACK AND A SNAKE-LIKE TAIL PROTRUDES FROM THE END OF ITS SPINE.

OTHER FORMS: HOST BODY, BLACK WOLF

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STARTER CALL

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[mxczxrxxl]

"Well... You've got me there."

The demoness admits this easily. She's not necessarily an easy thing to trust, nor has she been trusted in the past...

"You've no reason to trust me now. But I'm different, I've changed." Miczariel clasps her hands together, pleading almost.

‘  what happens when you’ve decided i can’t be trusted? …again?  ’ (from mxczxrxxl)

@mxczxrxxl || Accepting

“Child, what makes you think I believe you can be trusted now?” 

[mxczxrxxl]

"I need to get back in! I need to get back into my body!"

Miczariel shrieks, her brilliant eyes wide with fear. For a moment, they flash pitch black; but it doesn't last long, her eyes are back to the normal blue in just a few seconds. Still, there's something not quite right about her apparitional form- it's almost shimmering at the edges, like static from a TV... Like it's not her real image, but rather it's concealing what she- it- really is.

"I... I have to get back to my wife! To my son!" Miczariel's voice shakes uneasily. She needs Zoe, she needs Osa... But her wife, and their infant son, are not here; they are not at the hospital.

The memory of coming to the hospital is a blurry one, all Mic can really think of is that she'd most likely been in a fight prior to her arrival here and something had separated her from her host body. But now Mic's panic turns to rage, she whirls on the soul standing beside her.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Her voice takes on a deep, distorted and totally not human tone.

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“Stop talking?!”

This isn’t something Mic can just not talk about. She’s not in her body!

Okay, it’s not hers- she’s technically borrowing it- but nonetheless, she’s outside of her host. Miczariel is not supposed to be outside of her host body and she’s not sure what’s going to happen if these people can’t force her non-human soul back into her mortal meat suit.

Father below, Mic can’t stop pacing. Her non-existent heart is pounding against her chest as her spirit paces restlessly. She feels like her essence is going to corrupt itself again at any second, but she’s holding it all back for now.

“Why can’t I just hop back in?!” Mic demands, her intangible hand plowing straight through her host body’s chest. The demoness’s voice is a pained, almost frightened, cry. Still, the body rejects it. “What the fuck is happening?!”

“Yes. Stop talking because you’re drawing attention to yourself.” Not from the humans, oh no, they were not aware of either of their presences. But reapers and Death, itself, may begin to suspect something was not quite right if they kept making a scene. 

Azrael rested her hand on the departed’s flesh body, running her hand through their hair. Their original soul had not inhabited this body in a very long time. What was going on?

“This isn’t your body. Of course, you can’t just…  hop right in. You want to explain yourself?” 

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"Are you alright?"

Mic asks airily, glancing at the girl. There's something... Odd about her, something Mic can't quite place, but she's not sure.

Miczariel holds a hand up to stop the woman. Her sleeve slips, flashing the single 'E' shaped sigil on her wrist- her calling card, in a way.

The demoness smiles, trying to look friendly- though she looks more cocky and arrogant than anything-, "Why the tears?"

[ don’t need an audience ]

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Actually, Mic can't read.

But the stranger doesn't need to know that. After all, no one's going to believe Miczariel can't read... just like how no one's going to believe she's a demon.

"Sorry." Miczariel offers, though it's clear by her tone her apology is empty. "I didn't know the room was occupied."

[ don’t need an audience ]

        Shit. 

        She had swore that she was alone. The tears falling down her cheeks are quickly wiped away with red painted thumbs. Jennifer tilts her head back and turns away from her intruder, blinking back tears.

        ❝You weren’t supposed to see that,❞ She says, her tone sharp, ❝And can you read? You’re not supposed to be in here, this is a private practice room. If I wanted an audience, the door would’ve been opened.❞

[mxczxrxxl]

sick of human chicks always playing with me…. demon girls DM me 

[mxczxrxxl]

"Stop talking?!"

This isn't something Mic can just not talk about. She's not in her body!

Okay, it's not hers- she's technically borrowing it- but nonetheless, she's outside of her host. Miczariel is not supposed to be outside of her host body and she's not sure what's going to happen if these people can't force her non-human soul back into her mortal meat suit.

Father below, Mic can't stop pacing. Her non-existent heart is pounding against her chest as her spirit paces restlessly. She feels like her essence is going to corrupt itself again at any second, but she's holding it all back for now.

"Why can't I just hop back in?!" Mic demands, her intangible hand plowing straight through her host body's chest. The demoness's voice is a pained, almost frightened, cry. Still, the body rejects it. "What the fuck is happening?!"

 Open Starter

This was an unusual situation. She’s experienced false alarms often enough but most souls either didn’t leave their body or returned momentarily. Instead, Azrael had to keep the soul company while the hospital staff worked to resuscitate the body. She couldn’t understand why the soul couldn’t just return. 

This was new.

“We’ll figure this out. Just stop talking and let me think.”

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"Appearances are only illusions."

Mic's laugh is dry, humorless. She could pick Dylan up like a ragdoll and not even break a sweat, but he doesn't know that. He is, after all, only a mortal.

"I didn't move here." Miczariel informs him. "I'm only visiting." Mic had business to attend to, so attend to it she had. She twists her body slightly, craning her neck to peer out the window. As she does so, her jacket and shirt shifts slightly; revealing the fresh bloodstain on the pristine white shirt beneath her jacket.

Then she turns back to Dylan and smiles again,

"I'm not from around here." She adds after a moment, nodding slightly- which is true. Mic's current state of residence is all the way in New Orleans.

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Miczariel stares at him quizzically.

But then her lips quirk into another bemused smile.

“Alright,” She laughs, “you’ve got me. There’s no car.” She leans back, her piercing eyes still fixated on Dylan- not in attraction, but rather like she’s sizing him up; which isn’t far off, though she knows Dylan is no match for her.

“There is no use calling anyone.” She says simply, dismissively. “There is no number to call. I’ve no family here.”

Dylan’s stoic expression dissolved into a shit-eating grin that then broke into laughter. 

“I’m sorry,” He told her, “I’m not laughing because you don’t have family here.” He wiped his eye, feeling bad that he presumably was coming off like a jerk. 

“It’s just- you looked at me like you were going to square up or something. I’ve only seen guys do that so to see a girl, especially with how small you are, do it, well..” He chuckled and exhaled. “Alright, I’m done. Sorry.”

He looked over at her, his eyes apologetic as he softened his expression, “did you just move here or something, then?” 

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Miczariel stares at him quizzically.

But then her lips quirk into another bemused smile.

"Alright," She laughs, "you've got me. There's no car." She leans back, her piercing eyes still fixated on Dylan- not in attraction, but rather like she's sizing him up; which isn't far off, though she knows Dylan is no match for her.

"There is no use calling anyone." She says simply, dismissively. "There is no number to call. I've no family here."

mxczxrxxl·:

“My parents?”

She falters for a moment, genuinely surprised. Miczariel realizes, for a moment, that humans actually have parents. Or, at least, parents who care for them.

“Well… I suppose my father may be looking for me.” She admits carefully, though he’s not looking for Miczariel in the way Dylan may suspect. Mic, in a way, is a fugitive; not from the law or from people but from Hell itself.

It’s a long story.

“I think my car is gone,” She says after a moment, pointing toward a spot in the ditch, “I left it there.”

Another lie, of course.

“Yeah,” Dylan had his eyes on the road- but, he could hear the odd air of perplexion in her voice. “Your parents?” He offered a small laugh, “You know, the people responsible for driving us all crazy?” 

She mentioned a father. “Shit. He is probably wondering where you are. Do you want to use my phone to call him and let him know that you’re okay and we are just going to get you to your car?” He dug his hand into his back pocket and unlocked the phone, pulling up the dial pad and handing it to her.

He kept an eye out for a car- they passed street signs, rural houses with chipping paint and a field of pasture feeding cows. 

No car.

He was about to ask her again how far away she thought she had left it- she couldn’t have walked far from it. 

She pointed to a ditch- no car.

Dylan sighed and pulled his truck onto the shoulder of the road, pulling his gear into park. He turned to her and finally said,

“I don’t think you’re telling the truth. Nobody just up and steals a broken down car in the middle of farmland. I don’t even think they could steal the car depending on what level of broken it is. I can’t help you unless you tell me what is really going on. I don’t know your story or why you’re obviously running away from your dad, but, I’ve been through things like that and sometimes it takes the help of someone else to get you out. If you’re afraid of your dad, we can just go to the police or I can take you to another family member’s house. You’re a chick and you’re wandering the roads by yourself. It isn’t safe.” 

[mxczxrxxl]

"My parents?"

She falters for a moment, genuinely surprised. Miczariel realizes, for a moment, that humans actually have parents. Or, at least, parents who care for them.

"Well... I suppose my father may be looking for me." She admits carefully, though he's not looking for Miczariel in the way Dylan may suspect. Mic, in a way, is a fugitive; not from the law or from people but from Hell itself.

It's a long story.

"I think my car is gone," She says after a moment, pointing toward a spot in the ditch, "I left it there."

Another lie, of course.

mxczxrxxl·:

“Nineteen.”

The blonde looks at him and smiles, somewhat amused by the question. Her answer is a lie, of course- but not completely; her host body- this vessel- is nineteen… Or at least it had been, before it died.

Miczariel herself… itself… Is much, much older.

Miczariel can practically taste his suspicion, she notices Dylan’s eyes dart toward her sunglasses a couple times- perhaps he’s suspicious of those, too. Slowly she removes them and tucks them into her jacket pocket, revealing a pair of brilliant, icy blue eyes.

Her gaze is like a bird of prey’s, sharp and piercing.

“My car isn’t very far from here.” She says simply. “Just down the road, now.”

Dylan nodded. ‘Well,’ he figured, ‘at least she isn’t a minor. She probably still lives with her parents, though. I’d think they are looking for her.’

Almost as though she had read the contents of his thoughts, Mic removed the sunglasses from her pixie-esque face. Her eyes were an astonishing blue- so blue that he was amazed that she wasn’t legally blind.

He felt warmth radiating onto his arm and he glanced towards the source- rays of the sun were poking through the dull clouds that hung over them. He had noticed for the first time during their conversation that the rain was no longer splattering onto his vehicle. He noticed a tiny flurry of dust particles swirling in the ray- he really needed to get wipes for his car to clean up the inside. His truck was an indicator of his failing mental health since Norman had gone on trial for his serial murders. 

Dylan suddenly became aware to be more self-conscious of how his truck must look to a stranger- he reached down by her side to grab a plastic bag he had kept for any garbage and stuffed the McDonalds cup that had been in a cup holder between them into the bag.

“Okay. We will go take a look. Aren’t your parents looking for you?” 

He felt better about the truck once the cup was gone. 

Dylan waited for her answer, twisting his torso to look out for behind them as he shifted his gears into reverse and backed the truck into the highway to begin driving in the direction that she indicated. He kept his eyes peeled for her car.

“Do you know what street you were by?”

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"Nineteen."

The blonde looks at him and smiles, somewhat amused by the question. Her answer is a lie, of course- but not completely; her host body- this vessel- is nineteen... Or at least it had been, before it died.

Miczariel herself... itself... Is much, much older.

Miczariel can practically taste his suspicion, she notices Dylan's eyes dart toward her sunglasses a couple times- perhaps he's suspicious of those, too. Slowly she removes them and tucks them into her jacket pocket, revealing a pair of brilliant, icy blue eyes.

Her gaze is like a bird of prey's, sharp and piercing.

"My car isn't very far from here." She says simply. "Just down the road, now."

mxczxrxxl·:

“No.”

The blonde’s answer is simple enough, and- in fact- there’s a hint of amusement upon her features. It’s a look an adult would give a child who has just asked a cute, trivial question.

The mark is neither a tattoo, nor a scar, nor a birthmark. It is Miczariel’s connection to this realm, it’s her bridge… Her tether, in a way.

But Dylan doesn’t need to know this. Mortals never take the whole demon, ghost, spirit, etc. thing seriously. Mic doesn’t blame them, not personally, it’s a lot to take in.

Momentarily, Miczariel jerks her head toward the car window. Her body tenses slightly, but after a second she relaxes and turns back to Dylan. She offers another smile, though this one seems more genuine.

“What were you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?” Miczariel asks, though she doesn’t seem as though she cares if she gets an answer or not.

Dylan’s brows knitted slightly. This chick was weird. He wondered if she was on anything. 

“What am I doing here? My windshield wipers suck so I pulled over. I think the better question is where is your car so I can try to help you out and get you home. How old are you?”

He regarded her carefully. Something was definitely off. He only hoped he could convince her to go back home if it was her parents she was running from.  He wondered if it was abuse- she had those big sunglasses on. Surely, she is hiding a black eye. 

[mxczxrxxl]

"Trust me,"

The old-world demoness grins, clapping her hands together enthusiastically, "it's nothing personal, Girl."

There's a powerful, mocking conviction to the blonde's voice- hidden beneath the guise of a twenty-some year old... Buried deep within this disguise is an old, powerful monster. She knows what she's doing, Miczariel has done this before- thousands upon thousands of times, really.

Miczariel runs her index finger along the vampire's jaw, bemused to have another victim... more prey, more fun. The demon's skin is ice cold to the touch.

This is a game to Miczariel, a game she's clearly winning... At least, in her mind.

Joanna couldn’t remember the last time she had been deprived of blood for this long, and it wasn’t by her own volition either. Not that it ever was her desire to go without sustenance, but the vampire-witch had never been kidnapped, chained up, beaten, and deprived of blood like this before. Not even Dahlia, that devil of a mother of hers, ever did anything like this. She shut her eyes tightly against the blinding light of someone entering the basement and managed to eke out a few words.

“Wh-why?” She croaked. “Why have you done this to me?”

To say nothing of the indignity, she was even robbed of motive. She felt as though she was in one of those sick torture flicks the humans loved. “Is it money you want? I have amassed a considerable fortune in my thousand years on this planet…”

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"Perhaps it is lonely."

Miczariel murmurs, her mind flashing toward her partner-in-life... her human, her Zoe.

"But in the end, it is safer." The demon offers a sad smile. "I am Miczariel, by the way."

mxczxrxxl‌:

“I do not.”

Miczariel says simply. She glances away. “But sometimes it is safer for us to abandon a home, it is safer for everyone.”

The demoness clasps her hands together gingerly. “I would rather abandon a home than lose it.”

“Last I heard, he was running some sanctuary for non humans out in the sticks,” she sighs, a wistfulness in her eyes. 

With a shrug, she adjusts her jacket, fingers playing over the buttons on it. “That just sounds incredibly lonely.”