#(I too have mixed feelings about Lilth)

[idreamofhazel]

The Boyking-Chapter 9

Masterpost and series summary here.

Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter Warnings: Just a bit of fighting, nothing too crazy ;)

A/N: Thank you to @impala-dreamer​ for being my beta. You’re the best!

The meeting in the charting room had been brief. Ruby hadn’t put up a fight when Sam announced that Dallas was tagging along, but Dallas could see the protest in her fiery eyes. Dallas was thankful for the presence of the other demons that held Ruby’s obstinance at bay, but she still felt a mix of unease and excitement for the task ahead. It involved some creature of Hell. Ruby wanted to move quickly, so Dallas had little time to hear the details.

She was still excited to do something, anything. She had an itch for some action that Hell had not been able to scratch so far. But having Sam and Ruby as her backup… well, that was less than ideal. 

The group was already topside when Dallas’ mind began to conjure up bad scenarios. She began to wonder if this would be an easy way for them to get rid of her without too many questions asked. A fragile human fighting amongst demons and the king of hell, she died too quickly for them to do anything, is what she imagined them saying to Dean after they returned without her. She felt sick to her stomach and maybe she was pale too, because Sam glanced back at her as they were approaching the target building, and concern immediately lit up his eyes.

“You ok?” he asked. 

Dallas quickly gathered herself. “Of course,” she replied, staring straight ahead. 

It was evening. The sun had just set, so it wasn’t quite dark out yet, but it would be soon. With the remaining light, Dallas could see the building up ahead, just across the street. A multi-level office building that could use some renovations. They were situated in a quiet part of… some town. Dallas hadn’t asked where, though now she wished she had. But there didn’t seem to be any on-lookers. This part of the town seemed to be the old business district, with plenty of for sale and abandoned buildings around. 

The remaining daylight also allowed Dallas to see when Ruby and the other five demons smoked out and flew towards the building in their vaporous forms. Sam and Dallas remained behind, approaching on foot. 

Sam stopped on the other side of the street behind an overgrown tree whose roots had lifted the concrete underneath and whose branches had grown long and wide. He looked at Dallas with stern eyes. 

“Stay close to me. Do not go off alone.”

“Do you mind telling me exactly what we’re up against?” Dallas asked, annoyed and worried. Had Sam brought her along on this dangerous mission to have her killed?

“A small faction of Lilth’s followers who would gladly kill you while opening this seal.”

Sounds promising, she thought. “I keep hearing this ‘Lilith’s’ name. Who is she?” she asked out loud.

Sam furrowed his brow, suddenly realizing something. 

“I’ve neglected to tell you some things,” he said, concern laced through his words, “But that will have to wait until after we’re done here. It shouldn‘t take long, but regardless, it’s still dangerous. They somehow stole three of my hellhounds and are going to use the blood in a ritual.”

Dallas’ mouth went dry. “Hellhounds?” She had heard them talk about “beasts” back in Hell, but there had been no name mentioned.

“Again, another time. I’m sorry for not explaining more. But we need to go now. Here, take this.” Sam pulled a slim, silver blade with ornate markings on the hilt and presented it to Dallas. “It will kill a Hellhound if needed. Normally you can’t see them, but I have the power to make them visible. But all humans will be able to see them so it's imperative that we keep them in the building. I have a feeling they will be under Lilith’s command. But you only need to worry about the demons. I’ve got the hounds. Think you can handle that?”

She took the blade, scoffing in return. “Obviously.”

“OK, the hellhounds are large. They’re loud. But stay close to me and you’ll be ok.”

Dallas held back the urge to roll her eyes. “This ain't my first rodeo.”

Sam gave a pained smile. “We’re out of time. Let’s go.”

Sam walked with a quick pace across the street. Dallas followed right behind him, sticking close-by like he said, for now. She’d assess how dangerous the situation was once she got inside, and what she would do from there.

Inside the dusty building, Sam found the staircase and they started climbing flights. A cloud of black smoke appeared on the third floor landing and a demon gradually formed. It was one of Sam’s. “Sixth floor,” he said, and then smoked out again. 

“Why aren’t you teleporting us?” Dallas said as they continued to climb.

“You would be too queasy to fight. It takes some getting used to for a human.”

For a human. The poor, weak human was making them climb the stairs. Dallas was annoyed but shook it off. 

Once they reached the sixth floor, Sam carefully opened the door into a dark hallway. He looked both ways before signaling for Dallas to follow him through. Dallas gripped her blade tightly, knuckles white, eager for something to jump out so she could have some fun.

But all was quiet for a time. She only heard their own soft footsteps, and the crunch of dirt and dust on the broken laminate flooring. A piece of paper crinkled as Sam took a step ahead of her. 

The hairs on the back of her neck stood and she stopped, turning around. Sam said nothing, but she felt him move, standing very close behind her. 

Dallas squinted, straining to see through the darkness of the hallway. Something had tipped her senses off, she just wasn’t sure yet. 

She got her answer when Sam suddenly grunted behind her. She whipped around. It all happened quickly, she barely registered it. A demon had appeared–one of Lilith’s for sure–attempting to catch the king of hell off guard. It had stuck a blade into Sam’s shoulder from behind him. But Sam spun around fast–too fast–pinning this demon against the wall and plunging his own blade into the demon’s heart. Lights flickered in the demon’s eyes before going out. Sam let the body go and slump to the ground.

Dallas watched wide-eyed as Sam took the other blade out of his shoulder without so much as a wince. There was some blood, a small stain where the blade had been, but it didn’t seem to bother Sam. He studied the blade for a moment before sheathing it inside his jacket. 

“Let’s go,” he said, and continued walking.

Lots of thoughts were bubbling in Dallas’ mind. Sam was quick and powerful. If she had turned around a second later, she would’ve missed his response altogether. But he did bleed. She swallowed hard, thinking about how his power was impressive and terrifying already, and how inconsequential the bleeding had been. She only hoped the archangel blade would do more damage—when she could get her hands on it again.

They hadn't walked much further when another cloud of smoke appeared, this time Ruby was the one who took shape. 

“We found the room they’re in.” She stopped, eyeing his shoulder. She had a puzzled look on her face. “You’re bleeding?”

Was it unusual for Sam to bleed?

“It’s nothing, let’s go,” he replied. Sam turned around once last time, focus and worry contained in his eyes, as he repeated his command for Dallas to stay close.

At the door, Sam and Ruby silently communicated. Looking at each other, he nodded, and Ruby broke open the door with her shoulder. 

Dallas stayed behind Sam as they hurried into the room. 

As Sam and Ruby stopped moving, Dallas stopped and looked around. Sam’s other demons had smoked in through the walls at the same time, quickly turning into solid beings. But what held Dallas’ attention was the three, large creatures chained to the floor in the center of the room. Dallas now understood Sam’s solemn warnings before. Asleep, the creatures heaved giant breaths. Collars with spikes would warn anyone not to get too close— if they could see the creatures. Laying on the floor, Dallas knew they were at least twice her size lengthwise. She shook at the thought of how tall they would be once they stood. 

Dallas had little time to contemplate this, however, because in the second that it took them to enter the room and the other demons to smoke in, Lilith’s demons had begun to attack. There were only four in the room. Sam’s demons easily kept the opposing side at bay while Sam quickly moved towards the sleeping dogs. Dallas stayed a good length behind, alternating her attention between the beasts and the fighting demons. 

“Ruby, destroy the altar!” Sam yelled. 

Ruby nodded, but as she turned around, two more demons appeared in front of her, preventing her from making it to the makeshift altar that had been constructed on an abandoned, wooden desk. Dallas could see it easily, and with everyone else busy, she took the initiative to take care of the job herself. King of hell or not, Dallas would help to stop a demon’s plans.

She ran towards the old desk, but just as had happened to Ruby, a demon appeared in front of her.

Dallas skid to a stop, twirled the blade in her hand, and smiled at the demon as she lifted the small sword and lunged forward. The demon dodged the attack, quickly circling back, taking a swing at Dallas. She turned just in time, lifting her arm to block the demon’s blade. She went to plunge her own into the demon’s open chest, but something hit her legs, knocking her off her feet. She hit the ground with a thud. 

Quickly opening her eyes, she noticed the other demon that had appeared. She jumped up. Now facing the opposite way, she could see how the others were faring in their fight. Sam’s demons were intact, Ruby was fighting, Sam was fighting, and Lilith’s demons continued to appear. 

She turned her attention back to the two demons in front of her. She lifted her hand to swing, then faked them out by running left towards the altar. All she had to do was knock the things off and the demons’ plan would be over. But she wasn’t quick enough. One of the demons grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling her against him into a bear hug.

She swung her leg behind his, using all her weight and strength to knock his feet out from under him, both of them falling to the ground. The demon's body softened Dallas’ landing. She sat up, turned, and stabbed her blade into the demon’s heart. 

As she was on the ground, the other demon lunged forward. She rolled, dodging the attack and standing quickly to her feet. 

Looking up, she could see how close she was to the altar. Just a couple more feet to the desk, she could get there if the demons would stop spawning. 

A harrowing, deep growl made both Dallas and the demon pause. She turned towards the center of the room to see the creatures–the Hellhounds–awakening. One had already stood and its height alone made Dallas’ blood go cold. It bared its teeth, the length of which could easily go through anyone’s chest. 

It attempted to move but was stopped by the chains attached to its collar. The metal seemed thin and frail compared to the size and strength of the beast, but for some reason it was holding the creature back. It growled once more, angry at its captivity. It tried a little harder to pull at the chains, but with no luck. 

Dallas was going to turn back and face her demon since the creatures would be kept at bay, but a small movement towards the beast made her pause again. One of Lilth’s demons held a hatchet in the air. Dallas looked for Sam but his back was turned, and she watched in horror as the demon brought the hatchet down, breaking the chain with a chilling snap.

Sam heard the chain break. He quickly looked around, eyes first landing on the broken leash. Then his eyes found Dallas and went wide with fear.

She ignored him. Dallas had no choice but to take care of the demon in front of her and then get the hell out of dodge. She heard the growl of the best, and the frenzied shouts of Sam and his demons as she lunged at the one in front of her again. 

Dallas heard screams from behind her and another thunderous growl followed by the sound of bodies hitting the floor. She dared not look behind her. But the demon she was fighting was distracted enough to let her guard down, which was more than enough time for Dallas to attack successfully. She lunged forward, shoving the demon against the nearby wall. The demon swiped at Dallas, giving her a cut on her arm. Dallas swiped back, landing a blow into the demon’s chest. 

Dallas pulled her knife out and beelined for the desk. She began knocking off the books, random parchments, and other items, making sure the bowl of suspicious liquid was dumped and all candles blown out. 

When she was done, she looked up. Sam was yelling something at Ruby. The Hellhound was being held at bay by Sam, somehow. It didn’t make sense. Ruby looked around the room, her eyes landing on Dallas. Sam turned in her direction, too. 

“Get out!” he yelled as the beast thrashed, wanting so badly to break free from whatever hold Sam had on it. Sam stood, hand outstretched, muscles in his back and arms straining. 

Ruby ran towards Dallas, the two demons that were left following close behind. She grabbed Dallas’ arm, dragging her to the door. Dallas kept her eyes on the center of the room, watching as the beast lunged at Sam. And then the door slammed shut as Ruby pulled her down the dark hall.

[leviathans-normie]

Is okay if you are not comfortable writing it-fanfic or headcanon an angst of mc sacrificing her life to return Lilith to them and lilth come back so she told she's only here becuz the mc bought her back how would the demon brother cope with it-

THE BROTHERS' REACTION TO MC SACRIFICING THEMSELVES TO BRING LILITH BACK

LUCIFER

→He's angry and confused.

→He loved Lilith, far more than he'd ever loved MC, yet... why did he feel like that?

→His heart was aching, knowing MC had done something like that for him and his brothers.

→Yet, he just couldn't be relieved.

→He should be happy Lilith was back.

→But at what cost?

→MC, the only human he had ever gotten close to, was gone.

→He was angry with himself. I should've known, he kept telling himself.

→Because, no matter how much he loved his sister, bringing her back in such a way was a decision which he knew would have many consequences.

→Lord Diavolo wouldn't be happy with this either. A human was lost, sacrificed. Yes, it happened on their own accord, but regardless, what would they say to their family?

→"I'm sorry, you child sacrificed themselves to bring back a fallen angel."

→It didn't even make sense why they did it. He was just so frustrated, angry and confused, so much that he could make a new Satan.

→Yet, he hid it all.

→If he lost his cool, then his brothers would be doomed.

→And he didn’t wanna lose more people

MAMMON

→He's confused as it goes.

→"L-Lilith...?"

→He can barely speak, but is so happy to see his sister. He doesn't even try to hide his excitement.

→That's before an idea pops into his head.

→"Oi, Lilith, you gotta meet MC!"

→Silence fall into the room.

→Lilith explains, and Mammon is shaken up.

→His human was dead... They sacrificed themselves for Lilith... How stupid!

→He was kicking and screaming. Why couldn't he have both?! He couldn't possibly choose, but he also couldn't let his human die!

→Yet, he did. And he didn't even know about it.

→His heart was aching.

→He was their first, yet allowed this to happen.

→Has very mixed feelings towards Lilith. He loved her, she was his sister, but MC was a different kind of love to him.

→But he wanted to have both. He went to all the witches he knew and begged to bring her back, only to be told that it could only happen if Lilith went.

→It was one or the other.

→And Mammon couldn't choose. He was close to sacrificing Lilith, yes, but he could never do it, no matter how much his greed clouded his judgement.

LEVIATHAN

→He was happy when he saw Lilith again

→He didn't know what to do, honestly.

→The only thing he could do was move on, Ig.

→Or so he told himself.

→He locked himself in his room. But this time, he didn't even go out for dinner or anything else.

→Satan or Lucifer was the one who brought him food. The rest of his necessities, he got from Akuzon.

→That didn't worry his brothers too much. By the time it was announced, they expected it.

→But him turning away from all social media, now that was new.

→He had deactivated all of his accounts.

→The only way to communicate with people was his D.D.D., which he didn't use much.

→He preferred playing games and watching anime with protagonists who reminded him of MC.

→It took lots of convincing — and surprisingly not scolding — from Lucifer to make him continue his classes, or, at the very least, care for himself.

SATAN

→Having no previous connection with Lilith, you can tell he was pissed.

→Like, very fucking pissed.

→He immediately went on demon form and started insulting his brothers. 

→”YOU GUILT-TRIPPED MC INTO DOING THIS!! ‘LILITH THIS, LILITH THAT!”

→He didn’t attack them. 

→Well, that’s a lie. He did attack Lucifer. 

→His room was ruined. 

→All his books were scattered across the floor, burnt, torn or completely destroyed. 

→He didn’t like Lilith when he calmed down. 

→He blamed her for what happened to MC.

→Yes, it was MC’s decision, but for that he blamed his brothers’ pushiness. 

→Took it the worst from all the others. 

→Because the others at least had a connection with Lilith; he didn’t even have that. 

→They would be able to see MC in Lilith. But him? 

→He would never be able to do that. 

→MC was gone; that was it.

ASMODEUS

→S h o o k

→MC did what.

→He couldn’t believe it.

→Yet again, he still didn’t hold it against Lilith. 

→He actually went that extra mile and hugged her. 

→It was the only thing left from MC.

→He had to protect her.

→He’s a master at hiding his true emotions, so not much changed on the outside. 

→I mean, of course he wouldn’t let himself go. 

→But of course, every time he bought a new face cream, he’d text MC about it, only to realise that she’s gone.

→Crying wasn’t good for the eyes. 

→Yet he couldn’t stop the tears teh first few days or weeks. 

→But, soon, he managed to deal with it. 

BEELZEBUB

→Huh.png

→He was confused.

→And I mean, SO confused.

→He was already blaming himself for Lilith, so when he came back, he was so happy. 

→He could finally have a happy family. 

→Him, Belphie, Lilith and MC. His brothers too, of course. 

→But wait. 

→Where was MC?

→After Lilith explained, he didn’t know how to feel. 

→He honestly blamed himself once more. 

→He was aware of how much he loved Lilith, and MC knew that. They knew that it the guilt was eating him away. 

→So he thought they did it for him. 

→He doesn’t really cope with it. 

→He just does what he did with Lilith.

→Eat, and talk to Belphie. 

→Not much changed.

→But there was a huge void in his heart.

BELPHEGOR

→Huh.png part two

→Just like his twin, he was really happy. 

→Beel was finally gonna be happy, he wouldn’t blame himself or have nightmares, they’d all sleep together in the same room. It seemed like a dream!

→”Huh? Why aren’t you guys happy?”

→Beel was the one who told him.

→Which broke his heart more than anything. 

→He saw it in his brother’s eyes. 

→He was broken still. 

→Yet the only thing Belphie mumbled was:

→”What did I expect from a stupid human?”

→His hatred for humanity has gone off the charts.

→”Why do humans have to be so emotional??”

→He sleeps far more than any other time during his life. 

→But he hides everything else. 

→Mostly because he wants to help Beel.

→If he broke, Beel would too.  

→He just had to go on with his life. 

→MC would’ve died anyway. 

[flaming-potato-arson]

This is the second part of my "Snake Theory", which was inspired by watching a youtuber, Rebbeca Rose, react and review to the Owl House. This was originally a comment on the video but I thought it'd be cool to see what Tumblr has to say.

6. There is a lot of bird symbolism within the Emperor's Coven, like the masks and Lilith's staff, which is the natural enemy of basilisks. While it seems counterintuitive, it would make sense the Emperor, or basilisks, would create a system with as few members as possible knowing mixed magic, and hold them in a higher regard, so everyone would want to be them and try to become as powerful as possible, raising the amount of magic capable of being consumed. It's also the whole "keep your friends close, and enemies closer" ideology. With only nine members of the Emperor's coven (I think that's how many there are), there would only be nine people capable of resisting being fed upon, possibly making it impossible to defeat one, or all of the basilisks. 7. The basilisk is a shapeshifter who was supposed to be sent by the Emperor's coven. I mean just that right there is a lot, because how would a basilisk know an inspector was supposed to be coming and that's who they could hide as? It's not solid proof but it definitely smells fishy. 8. When the basilisk eats magic, it turns blue. A VERY similar shade of blue to the Emperor's Coven, who could possibly be regurgitating eaten magic under a basilisk, since covens typically require a sealing charm to mark a witch as a member. It might also have the possibility of curing curses, tying into only Lilth and Eda have chest stones, which drain magic. This could be why Lilith wants Eda to join, as she could be cured, but Eda seems too smart to fall for it, meaning the Emperor personally wants her captured. I feel like the two knew him at some point, and that Lilth fell in love with him, but he may be being impersonated by a basilisk, which Eda would quickly see without the rose tinted glasses. (Though thinking about it, Eda does say something about Lilth being super excited to meet the Emepeor on their Coven Day, possibly meaning she never knew him past that prior to being in the Emperor's Coven) It could also be playing towards Lilith wanting independence from Eda's shadow as kids, if they have that kind of relationship. 9. And one of my biggest reasons for believing basilisks are afoot here : the portal only a human could go through. Witches naturally produce magic from their hearts, meaning even if they are drained, they'll either replenish their health or die. The barrier naturally rejects magical beings, so what would be inside, hmm? * Basilisks eggs * . No one witch could ever destroy them, not without dying first, and no witch could ever see them, meaning everyone would think they were extinct. Bellows would have to be human for this to work, which would also make him un-eatable, and it's shown the basilisks can talk and are reasonable creatures, beyond their insatiable hunger. Luz or another human would have to go inside and smash the eggs to full defeat them, but it's shown to be rather well guarded, so a single human would probably have little hope of getting side alone, and there is tight restriction on access to the human world, meaning even if could get inside, it's unlikely they'd ever get to the barrier or nest. This also is a throw back to Eda asking for King's crown from the barrier to Luz, symbolizing the power inside. There is also a towering mound inside, perfect for coiling a large body around or hiding eggs in. 10. This episode is called "The First Day" and this is the first basilisk we see. Probably just a coincidence, but this is the perfect episode to hide the beginning of this reveal inside. There's just so much going on in this episode.

[bloodandrosesarenofun]

"Rosé" Excerpt From Reincarnation (WIP)

Melantha Rosé Izzac // Lonni Carter Cho

(Rosé's POV:)

She awakens on the ground, her lungs scrambling for breathe. It was like the cold air had a vendetta against her because despite her thick layers of clothing she still felt the cold biting into her. She felt her mind moving fast, it was like she was on an automatic, and Rosé knew what she was supposed to do. Ideas of how to check herself for hypothermia or find shelters or get herself home blurred there way through her head. While every idea seemed logical, she felt much weaker than her mind insisted. The red headed girl curled over into herself, coughing up water and gasping for air, every pull of breathe hurt her and she couldn't find the right path in her mind to the memories of the journey here. How did she get here? This street was deserted and dark, some place she would usually frequent, but lately she'd been tailing Cole for so long she felt strange to be away from him. The night hair was stagnant but it yipped at her with a vengeance non the less. She knew she'd have to get somewhere warm if she's going to be getting anywhere at all anytime soon. "Ryan!" Someone screamed, a distant voice out in the allies. She tried to move, tried to turn towards the voice, she gasps as she feels a pin prick of pain in her chest. The feeling of something slowly stabbing it's way into her heart begins to torment her and a gentle and weak exclamation of stifled pain escapes her. "None-" is all the girl hears of the rest of the voices sentence

I don't know what my mother wants. "Rosé!" But the sound of her voice is enough to wake me like it's urgent. My blonde locks fall carelessly into my face as I shift myself to sitting on the edge of the bed, "I'm coming!" I say the words like I was taught too, with conviction. 

The way my life goes, getting dressed in the morning is no big thing. I strip myself of the large shirt I wear to sleep, the one that use to belong to Vincent before he left, and pull on the black jeans and mesh jersey from off their hangers on my bedside. My feet slip easily into my running sneakers and I'm out the door, snagging my long coat on the way, before she can call again a minute later. "Family meeting!"

The atmosphere of my house is cramped yet somehow roomy, or hollow might be a better word. My bedroom sits right at the top of the stairs, it use to be Zack's, then it was Vincent's, and it should be Lilth's now, but instead, it's mine. It only takes me a secound to get downstairs and my footsteps are almost imperceptible despite my pace. The very light thudding mixing with any normal house noise. The living room sits to one side of the foyer, the kitchen and dining room adjacent, with the empty space being taken up by nothing but a hat and coat rack, children's finger paintings on the walls, it seems eerily unkempt to me. Like it's too lived in, yet too clear. A fire safety nut's home could explain the walkways, but the sheer amount of uncovered paper on the walls disputes that fact when turning a corner in the long hall would reveal a main door with candelabras on either side of the door. My mom's touch. They make me think of vampires in Bram Stocker movies. Maybe we're the monsters, I think. It's an interesting idea. 

I pause at the entrance to the kitchen. My father looks decently into the sink, his knuckles white from gripping the sides so hard. I stay silent while I watch him. His lips move in words I can't understand and the feeling I get from them is cold. Within a moment, I know there's something in the house. I notice the crimson stains on the floor behind him. My mother will throw an absolute fit about the floors again, though it shouldn't be hard to have them replaced in a manor that's inconspicuous to the neighbors. Things like that are easy when you don't have neighbors. Though I'm sure I'll have to help, as I did the last week.

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