#(it was my intention. except with a sickle. i needed time to decide who would be my first victim.

[neonoirs]

@stakehammer

[julia-brookes]

Pierce x Reader (My Inner Demons)

Synopsis: Crashing on Ava’s couch becomes even more exciting when a group of attractive demons show up. But one demon catches your attention more than the others… (You’re a Wizard).

Word Count: 2609

It was cold, deathly cold. The soothing tik tok sounds of your grandfather clock echoed throughout the room as you groped the darkness for your wand. Your fingertips finally made contact with your wand. “Luminare,” you chanted, prompting a ball of light to appear at the tip of your wand, illuminating the room. You left the warmth of your heated duvet and waddled your way to the thermostat, turning it up. Being a wizard can come in handy on Earth. You complimented yourself, lugging yourself back to your bed. Now came the waiting game, waiting for your room to heat up. But it never did….

You heaved a sigh, perhaps you should see Jake about the heating system in your lodge. For now, you had to go with plan B: Beg your friend Ava to let you crash on her sofa. Hesitantly, you dialed her number and placed the cellphone to your ears. The rhythmic beeping would have been enough to  lull you to sleep if it wasn’t for your dysfunctional heating system. Thankfully, Ava picked up your call.

“Hello?” Her strained voice came onto the line.

“Hi Ava, it’s (y/n),” you stopped for a second. “I need a favor… My heating system isn’t working, mind if I crash on your couch?” There was a pause on the line before Ava replied.

“Sure, not a problem! Just make sure to talk to Jake about your predicament in the morning.” She giggled a bit.

“Thank you, I’ll be right over.”

You soon found yourself at Ava’s doorstep, waiting for her to open up. She soon did, and greeted you with a smile and a handful of blankets. “Thank you so much, Ava, you’re a life-saver,” you smiled. Ava smiled back, leading you into her (very purple) living room.

“No problem,” she smiled. “I’m going back to bed, feel free to raid my kitchen if you’re hungry.” Ava yawned, leaving for her room.

You replied with a curt nod, and made yourself comfortable on the couch, drifting off to dreamland.

It would be noon before the sun would grace your eyes. You sluggishly got up from your makeshift bed and knocked on Ava’s door. There was no answer… you knocked again. Maybe she’s still asleep? You thought, opening a crack. Ava was nowhere to be seen. Johnny was happily bouncing on his owner’s bed as you made your way into Ava’s room.

“Johnny, do you know where Ava is?” You questioned the cat. He simply meowed and resumed jumping. Hmm… maybe I should call her? She’s normally not up until 1…

You tried calling her… no luck. The time ticked by, it was now 1:20 and still no sign of Ava. Strange… you were worried now. But before you could organize a search party, the sound of Ava’s front door opening caught your attention. That’s either Ava, or Jake. The former seems more likely. You thought to yourself.

“Ava! Is that you, gurl?” You called out while turning the corner. “OHMYGOSH” it took all your willpower not to scream. Ava was unconscious and in the arms of a (very handsome) stranger.

Your eyes momentarily met his, setting your cheeks on fire. Just his eyes alone set every part of you aflame. You took a few seconds to process what was going on. Not only was there one stranger, there were many, dressed in, what you assumed to be, demon costumes. They’re probably here for the convention… you thought. “WELL DON’T JUST STAND THERE, PUT HER ON THE COUCH!” You yelled anxiously. The group seemed taken aback by your tone. Thankfully, Ava was set down.

One of the strangers stormed up to you. “How DARE you speak to me like that! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?!” He yelled, charging a fireball in his fist. Your eyes widened in terror. Another magic user? They were hard to come by in this realm. You grabbed your wand from off the floor and chanted a fire disarming spell, efficiently quelling the flame.

“Your majesty, this human knows fire disarming magic! Are you all right?!” One of the (what you assumed to be) cosplayers spoke up. You looked directly at the stranger in front of you. Needless to say, he was furious yet intrigued. It would take a fool to not recognize the rage building up in those eyes. You readied your wand, ready to fire.

“That sorceress…” said the one who carried Ava. “How long until she wakes up?”

“Hmmm… I don’t know, depends on what happened to her.” You check her pulse and breathing. Both are present, causing you to let out a sigh of relief. “She should wake up soon…”

It seemed like hours, but Ava finally woke up, and the strangers flocked to her. It sure was a sight to see. You disassociate yourself for a bit as a wave of relief washes over you. All you caught was something about Demons and a magic crisis. You were brought back to reality when Ava shrieked. She was in the kitchen defending herself with nothing but a frying pan.

“Ava!” You rushed to her side. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you!” Ava looked at you momentarily before turning back to the demons at hand. The moment the demons saw you raise your wand, they dropped your weapons. Perhaps they were still off put by the fact that you were able to disarm the demon prince. Either way, Ava seemed relieved.

“Hear me out,” One of the strangers started. His slicked cobalt blue eyes lit up in seriousness. “We come with peaceful intent to-” He was cut off by incoherent screaming involving something about ‘her source of power. Out came another demon-like man. The one who threatened you, to be exact. He was so intimidating that you never noticed the way his physique moved. This one carried himself with pride. He must be a Demon Prince. The man you assumed to be Rhys mumbled a 'your majesty’, confirming your suspicions.

“This human is a sorcerer,” The Demon prince said, tossing a bra catalog to 'Rhys’, the one speaking earlier. The demon pulled out a bra, and you covered your eyes in response. No matter how close you are to a person, it’s still weird to have their undergarments exposed.

Ava used this opportunity to quite literally yeet the pan towards the demon prince’s face. Oof, that’s gotta leave a mark.  You cringed at the thought of the pain. Before you could blink, Ava ran, nay – she bolted – towards the door. One demon, who you assumed to be Pierce, chased after her. Ava was held tight, to ensure that she wouldn’t escape. You held up your wand again and shot the demon the fiercest glare you could muster. Yes, he was attractive, buy your friend is in danger!

“Let. Her. Go.” You ordered as the other demons drew their weapons. One of them, Lief, charged at you with his sickles. “Immobius!” You chanted, causing him to freeze. The struggle was evident on his face. No matter how hard he tried, he was stuck, frozen in time for the next 10 minutes. You turned to the rest of the demons, “Who’s next?” they lowered their weapons, not wanting their bodies petrified. You shifted your attention to Pierce. “Now, I’ll say it once again: Let Ava go.” He obliged and you rushed to Ava’s side. “Are you okay?!” She gave you a small nod before questioning you.

“How.. How did you…” She muttered.

“I’m a wizard(ess).” You completed her sentence. She seemed dumbfounded. “I promise, I won’t hurt you.” Ava understood what you meant, you wanted to protect her. “Now, why are you all here? I will not have you terrorizing an innocent sorcerer!” You decided to humor them for a bit. They explained everything, their crisis, and why they were here.

“Please, all mighty sorcerer,” Rhys begged Ava while kneeling on his feet. She nodded, taking pity on the poor demons.

It was a long adrenaline-filled day, between defending your friend Ava from some rather attractive demons and exposing your secret to her, you almost forgot to pester Jake about your broken heating system. You looked at the clock: it was 10pm. Dang, Jake would be asleep by now. You heaved a sigh, mentally taking note to see Jake bout your unit. Looking around, all the demons were asleep. Well, all except one: Pierce. Your eyes locked with his before turning to Johnny, who was currently purring against Pierce’s lap. Hesitantly, you sat next to Pierce. There was nothing between the two of you except for a your clothes, a few inches on the couch, and Johnny. Something about Pierce caused your heart to go haywire; it was beating out of control.

“Hey…” you shot Pierce a smile. “you seem to be getting along with Johnny.” Johnny left Pierce’s side, seeking the warmth of your lap. His stomach was exposed, and his eyes screamed 'please give me a belly rub’. You gladly obliged, gently patting Johnny’s tummy. He began to purr.

“You can talk to animals, Wizard?” Pierce questioned, prompting a soft laugh to escape your mouth.

“Well, please call me by my name: (Y/n) (L/n) . And, Oh, no,” you began. “In the human world, non-verbal communication is just as important as verbal communication. Non-verbal communication is when you try and say something without talking.” Pierce nodded his head, taking in what you were explaining. “Hmmm… The best way to learn more about this kind of stuff is to observe other humans. Pierce’s eyes lit up, the rest of his body was stoic, almost blasé. You could tell that he was engaged in the conversation, however. You gave him a sympathetic smile before proposing an idea. "How about I take into the city, we can go observe how humans act.” The demon nodded once again. He didn’t seem like one of many words.

You nodded and worked the details out with Ava, and you agreed to take Pierce out into the city.

The next morning, you woke up early to find the appropriate outfit. You settled for something form-fitting yet functional. It hugged you in all the right places, all the while expressing your personality. Pierce on the other hand, was gorgeous. His attire was fairly simple: a form-fitting button down shirt and a pair of jeans. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, his look was so simple, yet so attractive. The only problem was his horns. You gave it a thought before coming up with a brilliant idea.

“Pierce, may I touch your horns?” You asked an innocent question. Even an demon as stoic as Pierce became flustered. A light wash of pink was visible on his cheeks and ears. “As you observed, humans don’t have horns, I need to cast a spell on them so we won’t get weird looks.” Pierce’s posture relaxed a bit as he cautiously nodded his head. You began performing your magic, gently touching your finger to his horns, concentrating your magic in the tips of your fingers. Pierce’s discomfort was still apparent, though he held it in. His horns were soon gone, though temporarily, he looked like any other human. “Ready to go?”

“Yes…” Pierce was not a man of many words, nor was he familiar with human culture. Though he didn’t exactly reject your hand, you took his hand into yours. He was hesitant, but still followed.

You took him everywhere in the city, from the park, to the chiquest restaurants. Pierce was like a child. You would point out something about humans, and he would say something along the lines of “fascinating” or just nod while taking the sight in.

There was one particular location that he was fixated on: the movie theater.  Outside the building was a poster for a Romance movie. It seemed cliché to you, but to Pierce, it was intriguing. The poster displayed a man and a woman, their faces inches apart from the other’s, just a few seconds away from kissing.

“(y/n), what’s this?” Pierce questioned.

“It’s a movie. Humans take moving pictures with other humans to tell a story. They are normally put onto screens for other humans to see as a way to have fun.” you felt silly explaining such a concept to what other people would see as a grown adult, but you pressed on. “In the poster, they’re about to do this thing called kissing. It is way of sharing affection with another person,” you continued. “Would you like to watch it?” you asked. Pierce gave a small nod. You linked your arm around his, pulling him into the theater.

The theater was fairly populated, but you managed to quickly request for your tickets. “Two tickets for (Movie Name) please!” You said with a gleeful smile. The clerk eyed you and Pierce before printing two tickets for the show time and movie.

“Here you are, I went ahead and applied the couple’s discount to your tickets. You saved 20% today.” You blushed. “Snacks and popcorn are complementary as well, present the coupon to the snacks register and they’ll help you from there.”

“Thank you!” You smiled at the clerk. Though it was a little rude of them to assume that Pierce and you were a couple, you couldn’t argue about the fact that it was nice to save a little coin.

You soon received your complimentary food and headed into the dark movie room. The movie soon started; It was a rather cliché movie at that. But you couldn’t lie, this movie’s a classic. Throughout the film, you snuck glances at Pierce. His eyes were fixated on the movie, calculating gestures and noting certain aspects on human culture.

The movie soon ended with a happy ending. The crowd began to clap. Pierce took this as a signal to join in. You giggled at yourself before contributing to the sea of applause. People began to leave in their cliques. You soon followed with Pierce. You took Pierce’s hand into your own. “So we don’t lose each other in the crowd.” You blushed a bit before leading the way out.

You passed a group of girls, about the same age as you, whispering amongst themselves.  You were able to make out a few 'He’s so handsome!’, and 'That person sure is lucky to have a boyfriend as hot as that guy!’. Perhaps they were whispering about Pierce? Maybe not. As if on cue, you ever so gracefully planted face-first into the the sidewalk. You braced yourself for the impact, but it never came. Opening your eyes, your eyes locked with Pierce. Perhaps it was fate, or maybe the lack of sleep, the fact is, you almost fell but at the price of a sprained ankle. It was nothing bad, but it hurt to walk.

“Are you okay?” Pierce’s baritone voice laced your ears. You nodded, wincing in pain.

“I’ll be fine..” That didn’t stop him from sweeping you off your feet. You were in his arms, bridal style, while he walked back to Ava’s apartment. You buried your face into his firm chest to avoid the stares of the other citizens. His body was warm, it was almost therapeutic. You were half-asleep by the time Pierce arrived home. He set you gently onto the couch. Pierce gently planted a quick kiss onto your lips. It was almost like a fever dream, you were too tired to comprehend what happened. All you heard before drifting off to sleep was “Thank you for today, (y/n).”. And just like that, he disappeared into the wall. You didn’t know what the future would hold, but one thing was clear: You were beginning to catch feelings for the long-haired demon.

[thesevencrimesandpunishments]

Chapter 2-Gluttony; Scene 2

Seven Crimes and Punishments, pages 45-58

I had met Banica Conchita only once.

She was from a period close to two hundred years before I was born, so normally that would have been impossible.

Yes, it hadn’t been a normal meeting.

I had still been very young. At that time, my twin sister and I had snuck out of the palace that was our home, and were playing on a nearby beach.

There, we found a small box. It was a trap set by a certain sorceress, but of course at the time I had no way of knowing that, and so I foolishly opened that box.

A mist-like figure appeared from it. That had been her—Conchita, having become the “Demon of Gluttony”.

And she possessed…not me, who had opened the box, but my sister beside me. Partly thanks to the havoc that occurred as a result, I ended up leaving the palace—

It felt like it had been a while since I’d looked back on my memories from when I was alive like that. There was no way I would ever forget them, but at this point I had overwhelmingly more memories that I’d obtained after my death than before it. Even so, those were little more than “information”. As one would think, the things that I had experienced personally had a different weight to them.

Sickle sending me to the ground world like this had that meaning to it, in a way. To have me “experience” things rather than just have “information”. Though I had no way of knowing what kind of result that would bear.

The people who had contracted with the Demons of Deadly Sin, and the stories that they’d woven--I could somewhat grasp that these things were vital components. The culprit behind the world being destroyed…that girl had also been a contractor. She had dwelling in her the “Demon of Wrath”.

Before long I would be meeting with her. But before that…Banica Conchita.

I was taken along to the Conchita mansion in the Beelzenian Empire by Hänsel.

Or to be accurate, to the place where the Conchita Mansion used to be. In reality this place too had been reduced to ruin, and yet just like in Asmodean a phantom mansion had risen up here. Thanks to the excessively red walls it didn’t look calming in the least.

We had arrived there twenty minutes ago, and yet the mansion’s owner continued her meal before me without paying me any mind. The speed at which she ate was intense, yet with as much there as there was, the amount of food laid out on the table had hardly diminished at all.

All of dishes here were, naturally, illusions like the mansion. But could one taste them even so? I decided to have a sample of one of the dishes, outside of Banica’s notice. It was a whole-roast browned songbird.

…

It’s delicious.

I was a spirit too, and as such I didn’t get hungry.  So, it had been centuries since I had actually taken a meal. However, I could taste the meat just like when I had been alive. It didn’t feel at all like it was an illusion. How curious that was.

“—I’d rather you didn’t snitch someone’s food without permission.”

Conchita stopped to glare at me. It looked like I’d been found out. But this was a good opportunity for discussion. I couldn’t stand watching this dinner scene go on and on any longer.

“Long time no see, Lady Banica Conchita,” I greeted politely. But Banica looked on at me blankly, with an expression that indicated she had no recollection of me.

“Have we met before?”

“Yes. Strictly speaking, it was after you became the Demon of Gluttony. I’m the prince of the Kingdom of Lucifenia, Alexiel—ring any bells?”

“…Ah, you were from back then. Riliane’s younger twin brother. Sorry about that. Everything I did around that time is a bit jumbled up, so my recollection’s a bit hazy.”

The intonation of her “Sorry about that” was very similar to Maylis’. Her face was also exactly the same. They were like twins. They looked so alike that I could scarcely accept it as just being a matter of blood relation. It was the “similarity of faces” thing that the Demon of Lust had spoken of. He hadn’t told me the reason why. Naturally, there was nothing on it in the black box. There was no data on the time of Creation in the box. I didn’t know if there hadn’t been any to begin with, or if Sickle had deleted it—

Conchita was a woman who had contracted with the “Demon of Gluttony”. But on that point she carried a particular singularity different from the other contractors. Impossibly, at the event of her death Conchita had taken the place of the demon that was possessing her.

--By the feat of having eaten herself.

Sickle had called me “Irregular”, but from where I was standing I couldn’t help but think Conchita to be the more extraordinary being.

Conchita set down the knife and fork in her hands and made a small sigh.

“Sigh…No point, after all. It’s delicious, but no matter how much I eat I never get full.”

That was true. A dead person couldn’t be satisfied by eating illusionary food.

…But then, could I simply classify her as a “dead person”? The soul of Conchita as she sat before me was, at the same time, also a demon.

“Well then…Alexiel.”

She looked towards me, and started talking again.

“Just ‘Allen’ is fine.”    

“I see. Then, Allen. I heard this from Pollo earlier, but it seems you are going around interviewing those who have contracted with demons, yes?”

Pollo—she meant Hänsel. After he’d taken me to Conchita’s side, he’d immediately left the room.

“You…don’t find it odd? That Hän—Pollo and I look alike?”

“…? Look alike? You and Pollo? You look different to me.”

That was impossible. …Maybe she could see things with a different view of the world than me, being a demon herself.

I had several things that I wanted to ask Conchita. About her, and about the time that we had met on that beach.

“Why did you end up becoming a demon?”

“…There are various reasons for that. Half of it was inevitability. At the time that was the only thing I could do. And, that is what I myself had wanted. To grant my desire to know what a demon tasted like.”

Compared to Venomania she was much more favorable towards me. She answered my questions without delay while sipping red wine.

She had said it was the only thing she could do, but I knew something. That another option had been at hand for her.

“I’m quite sure you had a vaccine available to you.”

“Vaccine…Hm. Hahaha, it’s been a while since I’ve heard that word. It didn’t exist in the period where I lived. Nor in yours. But you use it like it’s nothing. Just like the demon back then.”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“No. But…Those that are called ‘Demons of Deadly Sin’. Do you know their true identities?”

“…I think so.”

“Yes. Then you must know. If we follow their line of reasoning, then we must be ‘their’ subordinates. But I have no intention of being that. Whatever the facts, this place is our world now. I certainly wasn’t going to keep company with a parent who could not let go of their child.”

What chicanery. At the very least, she couldn’t have known the truth at that time. She was trying to use this contrary conversation to obfuscate the real reason that she hadn’t used the vaccine.

Oh well. It had been an ill-spirited inquiry. The reason she hadn’t eaten the vaccine—I could guess that without needing to ask.

That “vaccine” had been something precious to her.

So much so that when forced to choose between it and her own self, she chose the former.

In other words, that was the reason.

“After you became the new ‘Demon of Gluttony’—you possessed my sister, Riliane. But, why Riliane and not me? I was the one who opened the box, after all.”

I quit discussion on the vaccine, and moved to my next question.

“I didn’t possess you…No, that’s not it. I couldn’t possess you.”

“…?”

“When I became a demon, I obtained a great deal of knowledge and power. At the same time, I became bound by a rule as a demon. A rule set down by that disagreeable sun god. You are an exception to that rule. …That’s all it was.”

“And what rule is that?”

“…A parent may only lay a hand on their own child.”

Conchita hadn’t properly answered my question, but chosen to speak using an abstract expression. Having never met her when she was a human, I couldn’t judge for myself if she had always talked like that, or if it was from after she’d become a demon.

“Any other questions?”

“Yeah, see—”

“Well then, this time I will ask you something. What in the world is that bat that’s up above—that sun god--planning?”

What a shrewd person. Despite acting as though she’d had no interest in me, she’d seen through to my true nature from the start.

Well, Venomania had known, so I suppose it was only common sense that she would too.

“…I don’t know. He just told me to meet with all of you.”

“Is that the truth?”

“I don’t have any reason to lie.”

“—Very well. In any case, now that the world’s turned out like this, my ambition will never be granted. You and him can do whatever you like with it.”

Her tone was severe, but it didn’t seem like she was all that angry about it. Conchita stood from her seat with a faint smile on her face.

“If I can’t hear the Sun God’s scheme, then I have no further interest in you. I’m going to go sleep a little.”

“You won’t return to your vessel?”

“That wineglass? Didn’t I tell you? I have no obligation to obey their kind…Ah, yes yes. Arte did want to meet with you again. Make sure you go see her before you leave.”

“Arte—”

“She might be more familiar to you if I called her ‘Ney’. Well then, farewell.”

After a moment, Conchita’s form grew faint like mist, and then disappeared.

Just like the ram demon.

“…”

When I turned left, there was the door Hänsel had gone out of.

I could hear someone talking on the other side of it.

“—Go on, get in there. He’s gotta hurry and get going.”

“—H-hey, don’t pull on me! I know. I know, but…”

When I had been a servant in the palace, I had eavesdropped on conversations in the “Hall of Mirrors” and “Hall of Sounds” through doors in much the same way…I recalled that.

My servant colleagues had been with me then. Chartette…And her, who was most likely on the other side of the door right now.

I walked up to the door, put my hand on the doorknob, and then quickly opened it.

“Uah!?”

“Uaaaagh!”

Two figures who had been pressing up against the door tumbled to the floor in front of me.

One of them was Hänsel, and the other one—was a girl who looked a lot like my sister.

“Hey there...’Ney’.”

When I spoke to her, she stood and brushed off her skirt.

“…”

We both just looked at each other wordlessly for a moment.

“…I know that it’s weird for you to see me in this form.”

“A little, yeah.”

“Just a sec.”

Ney raised up her arms, and then took a pose I didn’t recognize.

“Trans-Form!”

Her body became engulfed in light, and then once it had abated a different girl stood there.

Her hair color was the same gold it had been before, but it was tied in a side-ponytail. Her features had also become a bit tighter, and she was a little taller.

There now was the appearance of the coworker I had once known—Ney.

“Is this a bit easier to talk with? …Though I guess we don’t have much to talk about.”

That wasn’t true. This was a long-awaited reunion. We could get into animated conversation reminiscing together.

But…even I knew. That conversation wouldn’t be all pleasant things.

“This is good enough. I’m glad just to have been able to see your face again, Ney.”

“I’m happy to hear you say that. …U-uh, hey…”

“Hm?”

“…I’m sorry, about Michae…Oh no, no I can’t do it. It’s nothing. It’s just not in my character.”

“You seem a little bit quieter than the Ney that I knew.”

“You think so? …Well, a lot of things happened when I got reborn and all, so I don’t really remember what I was like when I was Ney.”

The time period in which I was alive—An extremely long time had passed since then. What Ney said was probably on point. Even for me, if I was asked if I had the same personality as I did back then, I couldn’t really say “Yes” with confidence.

“Allen. Are you—going to Riliane next?”

“Yeah, that’s probably what’ll happen.”

“Give her my regards for me.”

“Are you not going to go see Riliane, Ney?”

“No, I’m too busy with serving Lady Banica. Our cook hasn’t come back, so I have to do the cooking.”

Did that mean that Ney had cooked this meal?

…No—Was there even a need to prepare food that was an illusion in the first place?

Oh well.

“Alright, I’ll be off.”

“Yes…Yeah, here.”

Ney handed me something.

It was four mirrors—the Vessel of Deadly Sin that ruled “Pride”.

“Pollo had this. He said to give it to you.”

Said Pollo had seated himself in the chair that Conchita was sitting in earlier and was snitching her food.

He was sure to be harshly scolded by Conchita later. Or, be done in by her scolding.

I took the mirrors from Ney. When I did, they began to gently vibrate in my hand.

“—Guess it’s my turn next.”

A deep voice resounded, and then something jumped out of the mirrors.

It was the six-winged “Demon of Pride”.

Its form was most assuredly before me—

“…Uh, huh?”

The demon’s body was a lot smaller than I thought it would be.

A rodent small enough to fit in the palm of my hand was standing there.

“You got something to say?”

The rodent demon glared at me with eyes that held a kind of majesty.

To be perfectly frank, I wasn’t scared in the least.

“No…I was just surprised by how small you were.”

“Shut up! It’s all Held and Michaela’s fault! Those jerks completely went against the rule about no direct intervention against m--Oh, whatever. Come on, let’s get going. You wanna see your sister, don’t you? Heh heh heh.”

The rodent snottily laughed.

Though it didn’t look self-important in the least.

“Right, right. Well then, I leave myself in your hands, Demon of Pride.”

“Only say ‘right’ once! –Well, let’s go. We’ll be flying, so you better hold on tightly!”

I gripped the demon’s body. When I did, it fluttered its wings and the two of us flew up into the air.

We passed through the mansion’s ceiling and flew higher.

And then it was full speed ahead to Lucifenia—

“…We’re too slow!”

The demon was flapping its wings with all its might, but the speed we were moving along at was no different from a walking pace.

“Harumph…Can’t use my power.”

“…I would think it’ll take us an absurd amount of time to get to Lucifenia at this rate.”

“I-it’s fine. I’ll—try harder! I’ll try a bit harder!”

…I doubted it was actually fine.

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[ur-mom-kayn]

Loyalty Chapter one: The first encounter

Hey Guys,

in the German community, I have written a Kayn and Zed fanfiction. I translated the story with google translator and Grammarly. So if there are some mistakes than blame the translator app ^_^ The Story begins with their first encounter. Later on, Kayn will be an adult, but the Story starts with the 10-year-old Kayn. The history contains a lot of time skips. I hope you enjoy the story ^_^

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Kayn Pov Pain, nothing but pain, enveloped his tired bones. But he was not allowed to go limp now. The bloodbath was far from over. The more his opponents butchered the other children, the less they hesitated to attack one. Most, however, fled. An advance guard occupied with children. Something like that could only occur to the rulers of Noxus. Kayn hated them. He did not understand why he was fighting at all. Ultimately just to survive. His will was stronger than the fate that was imposed on him. As an orphan, you automatically came to a barracks. No one cared about the life of a lost child. Kayn bowed to his fate and trained harder than anyone else. Most people lost their will to live when entering the barracks. He does not. Kayn fought his way through the hunters and farmers. Not so easy with a heavy sword. Even if he had no problem with the handling, this was too difficult. If he did not want to die, he needed another weapon. Whatever, the main thing was that he could keep it. And there was a glittering metallic blade. A sickle of a fallen pawn. He threw away his sword and reached for the sickle. With her, he slaughtered several men. His whole body was burning with anger. Against the system, against his destiny and above all against Noxus. The Noxians left the battlefield and left the boy alone. The sickle had broken in the meantime and he had no more weapons left. He had multiple cuts and was unable to move. He could be so strong, at the end of the day he was a boy with the body of a 10-year-old. It was a miracle that he could keep up with the adults, but the more blood flowed, the sooner the consciousness was lost. He stumbled until he finally fell to his knees and breathed heavily. Far and wide was no comrade who could defend him. He never counted on support anyway. He was fucked. Breathing heavily, he looked up as a shadow formed in front of him. In front of him stood a man in Ionian clothing and a metal mask. His eyes sparkled with fire and he handed him his hand, with a blade on it. Kayn was finished, yet he fished the broken sickle out of the mud and aimed it at the man. He thought it was over, but then the man spoke in front of him. "Do not worry, I'm not here to kill you. I am the leader of the Order of the Shadow. From now on you will serve me and only me. Understood? "Kayn could not believe his ears. Someone came to rescue him. He could hardly believe his luck. With his last strength he tried to shake his hand, but then his face went black and he fainted. ... When Kayn woke up, his head felt heavy. All his adrenaline was gone, so he felt his injuries all the more intense. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that he was in a bedroom. Even a relatively large one for his circumstances. He was not used to more than a tight loft bed with 20 other children in one room. And now he lay in a wide four-poster bed, covered with several blankets. His body was bandaged and half taped. What had happened? And then he remembered the man he'd met just before he fainted. He was talking a bit about being a leader and Kayn was just serving him. He did not understand all that, but he soon hoped for an explanation. Just when he wanted to straighten up in bed, he was already stopped. "Lie down. You're still chipped, kid. "Kayn started when he realized he was not alone in the room. The leader of the Order sat on a chair beside the bed, staring at him through his mask. Kayn wanted no stress and lay back as ordered. "Good boy. Say, kid, what is your name? " " Shieda Kayn. But Kayn is quite enough." The man leaned forward from his chair and handed Kayn his hand. This time without dangerous blades. As far as the younger man was allowed, he handed his hand to the man and shook it. "I'm glad Kayn. I am Zed. Your Master Zed. "

Somehow the youngster was getting goosebumps. He spoke so diabolically and with malicious intent. However, that did not bother him. On the contrary. He was quite intoxicated by his presence. Inevitably, he wanted to know who really hid behind the mask. But he could do away with that. No one wore a mask for no reason. Still, he needed more information about his new master. "Where am I Master Zed and, above all, why?" The younger one asked. Zed leaned back on the chair and probably looked over at him amused. It was an impossibility to read out his emotions. "You are in my temple. I brought you here and had you cared for. The doctors believe that you need one more week of bed rest. Of course, I will give you that week, but after that, I want to see what you have on it. I took you with me because I saw an expression in your eyes that fascinated me. You survived on the battlefield for a very long time. A real miracle if you ask me. Tell me, how old are you, child? " "10.", Kayn answered curtly. Slowly he understood the intentions of his counterpart. He was nothing but a weapon that was brought from one force to the next. Normally he would be upset about that, but the darkness that enveloped his master fascinated him. "Ehm, is the Order of the Shadow an Ionian force and are you fighting against Noxus?" "We ... do not talk about you. You are part of us now. Forget that you were a Noxian. That is the past. We do not belong to the main power of Ionia. We are a split-off clan who had formed a few years ago. In plain terms, we have some stress with other clans, but we still defend Ionia from Noxus and other idiots who want to get in our way. We serve the shadow, which is why many are afraid of us. Do you have a problem with the darkness? " That was a very strange question for Kayn. Afraid of darkness? Not with him. "No. I love the darkness. Often I hide behind my hair, so I can be alone with the darkness." Speaking of. Kayn noticed that his hair stood open rather than tied to a plaited braid. Yes, nice shit. Now he could comb that shit half the day. "Understand little ones. I think you are right here. Well, I'll get away now. An acolyte will come and bring you food and drink. The room has a bathroom next door if you need to go to the bathroom. Try to avoid a lot of movement. A paramedic will occasionally look for you. See you in a week. Otherwise, my side cannot say more, except welcome. " "Thank you Master Zed. But before you go. Would you still have a crest and a hair tie for me? "At this question, his new master had to laugh. It sounds just as bad as amused. Who would have seen such a question coming? Kayn was not annoyed but somehow was happy. Zed seemed like a funny guy. At least for people like Kayn, who could even think of killing. "Can be set up.", He answered before he left the room finally. Zed Pov The little boy finished him with his jokes. Still, he had to admit that he felt more sympathy for the boy than anyone else. Because of this, he made sure that he was taken care of. He was not a nurse and he was not interested in sitting in a chair and talking to him all day long. He should sleep better anyway so that his body regenerates faster. At the end of the day, he should be a functioning soldier. Even though he never saw him fight, he felt a lot of potential in the boy. He hoped that he was not another disappointment. A week later, Zed visited his new student so he could throw his workout clothes to his feet. Kayn looked much fitter and rested. He had plaited his hair into a braid like he had in their first encounter. Probably more comfortable to wear. As promised, he made sure he got his crest. His acolytes stared at him in surprise as he asked for a comb. He was a bit embarrassed, but if Kayn was happy, why not? His student received him with a warm smile. A little too warm for his taste. Apparently, he had hit the boy with a wound point. He got used to his new master too fast. Maybe that was also an advantage. "Kayn put this on. Once you're done, it's time for training. "The boy nodded and spoke. "Yes, Master Zed." He reached for the clothes and quickly changed. Slowly but surely, he took pleasure in his obedience. Together they entered the training room, where already his other students in Kayn's age waited. They sat on their knees and leaned forward to greet synchronously their master Zed. "This is the newcomer here. His name is Shieda Kayn. But Kayn is enough. I want to test his power today so I know where to put it. Lee, please come forward and fight the first fight with Kayn. "As he was ordered, he got up and reached for a bamboo sword. Reluctantly Kayn went to the weapons selection and let his eyes wander around. "Its something wrong, Kayn? Do you really need a sickle? " "No Master, that's not it. I just can not decide." "Then take the bamboo sword. Then you have a Mirror match. " "How boring, "the younger one replied. He also reached for the sword and faced Lee. His opponent was a mediocre fighter. So not too difficult, but not too easy. First, he looked at his opponent before he took a fight position. Unusually, his posture, that of fencing, had an effect. Legs apart left hand behind the back and the sword forward in the pistol grip. Lee was perplexed but attacked him anyway. Kayn parried every attack and waited until his opponent offered him his hole in his defense. As soon as that happened, he enclosed his sword with that of the attacker and disarmed him. Kayn kicked him in the back of his knees and held his sword to his throat to show he had won the fight. The fight did not go for a minute. Zed was very impressed by him, but luckily that could be luck. "Okay, Lee. Go back and Han will come forward." His new opponent was the best of the younger ones between 8-13 years old. If Kayn would grab him with ease, Zed would be really impressed. His counterpart was much bigger and more muscular. A really tough chunk. With him, however, Kayn took no combat position. "Hey Newcomer, what are you doing?" Han provoked. "You will notice if you attack me, big boy." That seemed to upset

him, for that he ran full speed towards him. He removed the sword from his shoulder and aimed the younger directly at his neck. If the attack went through, then he would be fucked. But Kayn did nothing. He just stood there until Han got dangerously close. Immediately, the younger one ducked, grabbed Han by his thighs and threw him up in his jerk, causing him to land on his back with a forward flip. Without hesitating, Kayn scratched him with the bamboo sword over his throat a scratch. If the fight were under real circumstances, he would be dead now. Kayn was not to be underestimated. Not only he did know how to run his weapon, he could also quickly analyze his opponents and eliminate them according to conditions. Zed was glad that he had not been wrong about the boy. Kayn was dangerous. A weapon that only he could claim for himself. He just had to work on his mind. His body would steel itself with age and regular exercise. But Zed quickly realized that the boy had no idea about meditation. He looked arrogant and overweening in the fight. His smile was enveloped in wickedness. In itself nothing bad, but after arrogance comes superiority and then the rapid death. He did not want to lose Kayn for such stupid things. "Kayn come with me." His student returned the sword and followed his master. "Did I do something wrong, Master?" "No, my boy. But we do not only train our bodies here but also our minds. It's no secret that you are talented, but I think you have not combined your mind with your body. "Kayn looked skeptically at his master as they strolled down the hall. "I've shown that I'm clever, right?" "It has nothing to do with that. It's about your feelings. They interfere in the fight. If you let anger or arrogance guide you, you're just digging your own grave. Learn to find your inner peace. " Together, they entered a meditation room. Zed lit a candle in the middle of the room and sat down in front of it. Everything else was wrapped in darkness. Kayn seemed to feel comfortable here. He sat down by himself cross-legged against his master. Between them stood only the candle. "Okay, try to control your breathing and relax. The goal is to get into a trance state where you still have control over yourself. " " That's absurd. I do not believe in stuff like that. Master, please give me a motivation why it's really important to be able to do that. "He had delivered one, but that was not enough. Then he had to drive up the heavy weapons. Zed split into another two shadows that took shape. The younger man gazed in astonishment at his shadows, which mimic his movements. "Those I feel ready for the training may train with a chest that gives incredible powers. I became a master of the shadows. I can not tell you what will be revealed to you. But I assure you, if you can not meditate, then I will not initiate you. Darkness will devour you and make you a monster if you are unable to control your mind. Did we understand each other Kayn? "  " How cool is that? Are they also manifested?" The boy beamed from his eyes. He showed no fear to his shadow. Instead, he tried to touch them. In vain. He reached through the shadow. "They can touch you, but not the other way around. Is a little complicated. But I hope you understood the seriousness of the situation. I teach you the art of shadows, but not until you're in control. " " Yes, my master." Kayn answered euphorically. He immediately sat back down in his seat, closed his eyes and began to breathe regularly. Suddenly he took the matter seriously. In the end, he was just an easily manipulated child. Even if he spoke the truth. His student concentrated. He seemed to have stepped away. Zed was always impressed by him. He learned fast. Way too fast. That he would not surpass him someday.

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I hope you liked the first chapter :3 If questions have arisen then ask ^_^

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Better late than never. Here’s your question dump for some things y’all have been curious about. I did 55 questions.

1. why does heaven get to distribute death sentences to the Fallen if they decide to directly serve satan? I'm talking about what happened with ipos and sheila. Did the fallen have to sign a contract or something saying they cant talk to satan after the fall? why would heaven even care, since the fallen chose to leave heaven on their own free will and aren't their business anymore?

Heaven’s strange in the sense that they give themselves that authority. They are aware that the Fallen follow Satan and have pledged their allegiance to him, so they don’t care if they have contact with him; however, there are a select few Fallen that Heaven doesn’t want talking to Lucifer about certain things. Ipos was one of those people. They pretty much told him not to discuss anything involving Heaven as a whole, or giving Lucifer any help to give him an edge during the Apocalypse or else they’d punish or kill them depending on how severe the information was. So Ipos finding out about the Horsemen and where they were and telling Lucifer was a big enough deal to Heaven for them to shut him down.

2. So Michael fights with a torch, Zad fights with a knife, and Chamuel fights with two short sickles. Do the other archangels have distinct weapons like these? If so, what are they?

Uriel has God’s light, Gabriel has a spear, and Jophiel has the wheels of fire on his ankles since he’s the fastest angel. Raphael doesn’t have a troop to command so he’s not great at fighting, but he does have something that comes up in the Memory Arc later that he uses.

3.  I noticed during the "Wager" update that Pestilence has a scar going down her back. How did she get it?

This is kinda not released yet so I’ll be vague, but it’s not so much of a scar as it is an orifice.

4.  We know that Zadkiel put Satan's summoning symbols on a pad to "protect him during the End of Days", but why specifically? Like did Zadkiel know that Natalie was the prophecy child from the get-go and wanted to get her on Luce's side? Or was it just to delay the fight between him and Michael?

They did not know specifically Natalie was the prophecy child, it was more of a gamble. It was done to delay the fight because Michael isn’t the kind of person to harm someone in a contract, so the unlucky person who got contracted to Satan was like a temporary meat shield so to speak.

5.  About how far are we into the story you envisioned telling?

This is hard to answer cuz I have something planned at a later date, but I’d say a decent amount in.

6.  Which of the angels/demons would be the best with kids? I feel like Anthea and Gabriel would be great parents tbh

Gabriel, Chamuel, Anthea, Uriel, to name a few.

7.  what's titus' birthday?

October 23. I believe I said a different date in a stream once, but I changed my mind and set this as the official date.

8.  Has Michael ever been put in the Tank? What was his reaction?

He has never been in the Tank before.

9.  Why wasn’t Raphael punished for healing Natalie at Oregon? He helped out the "other side" too, it wasn't just Gabe. Did Michael never find out about Raphael's involvement? Or DID he know and he just chose to punish Gabe because he's the one that dragged Raphael into the situation? Love your work btw!

Michael knew Raphael was involved, but I think a little bit of him was sympathetic since he had been stabbed and poisoned and was on his death bed not long before this.

Since I haven’t publicly explained what the Tank is or does yet, I have to be vague. But Raphael is the only angel in Heaven forbidden from even going near the building where they keep the Tank. There is actually a sign on the door and guards forbidding Raphael from entering the building. Since Raphael is the only healer of Heaven and he’s a very depressed/easily influenced person, the higher ups don’t think the Tank would be a beneficial punishment for him.

10.  How did Raguel get his job? Like what about him stood out to Heaven? Does he just hide his sociopathic tendencies well lol

Raguel was created purposefully with the intent of being a replacement angel if one of the Archangels were to die. The Higher Ups asked God to make them an angel as a sort of “test run” angel and he reluctantly agreed.

The Higher Ups want angels to have very little interest outside of their jobs, and not be emotionally fueled. Raguel’s literally the first attempt at a prototype of an “emotionless” angel that will only obey orders.

They’re going to find out that that’s not the case with him later.

11. Are you planning any couples?

There will be some couples, there will be some “flings” that don’t last, there will even be some children. But that stuff’s very far away UuU

12.  Hi （〜^∇^)〜 In the beginning, did you plan for Satan and Me to just be comedy and then you came up with the plot or did you have the plot in mind when you started the comic ? (By the way, I love this comic and the others you create (♥ω♥*) Keep up the good work and take as much time as you need to do so, we fans will always support you ( ˘ ³˘)♥)

I just doodled, though I had no interest in keeping it a comedy. I like drama/angst with comedic and romantic elements. But no, I just went with whatever came into my head when I sat down.

Thank you for the support!

13.  does hell know that a part of natalie is still there?

Yes, it knows.

14.  Do you plan what you're going to write on each page or do you make it up as you go along?

I sit down and whatever happens, happens. I let the story dictate itself.

15.  is god going to show up again in this arc or is he just staying in his lane?

I have no intention of God showing up again this arc, but anything’s possible.

16.   I'm curious about the significance of characters that have the black iris but the colored pupil. Is that to show that the characters are more reserved, bc I've seen you do it with both Raph and Francisco and they're both on the quiet side

Pure coincidence, my friend UuU

17.  I don't know if you'll see this or if it'll be answered/has been answered already but- I was just wondering if perhaps we would be seeing War again before the comic ends? I really enjoyed his character, even though he's a little shit.

You will see War again in the Memory Arc.

18.  It seems like Kristi is always with Laila, but now a sleeping bag? Is Kristi's home life okay or is it just a sleepover?

Just a sleepover. Kristi takes some comfort clinging to Laila because Laila is calm and collected. She’s scared all the time since meeting Satan so she clings to Laila since she doesn’t know anyone else who is aware about supernatural beings, except for Natalie.

19.  How are Michael and Gabe right now I'm really worried about them!!!

Michael is upset about Lucifer’s wings and Gabriel is just getting his thoughts together after being in the Tank.

20.  Will uriel ever find out that he basically killed anthea?

Yes. Gabriel confronts him later.

21.  Sorry if you've answered this before because I couldn't find it but what does Zadkiel identify as? I know the angels and demons refer to them as she and they were a woman up in heaven (if I'm correct) but down on earth they've seemed to have favored a male form which I find really cute (and hope they continues to use throughout the comic sometimes) so yeah! Also if they are annoy would they be considered transgender or is that not a thing for the angels and demons? Hope you feel better Orange!

Zadkiel was originally intended to be written as genderfuid, but it worked out with them being nonbinary. I don’t believe they go by a specific male or female gender, but they do prefer the male form because it’s the form that they have the best success of making people submit with, unfortunately.

I wouldn’t call Zadkiel transgender in canon, but y’all can headcanon anything you want. Go nuts! :~)

22.  can demons and angels procreate with people? like why else would they have nuts to kick? or is just the body they're in?

They can procreate; however, it is illegal to procreate with humans. They would be executed as well as the human and child they procreated with an conceived.

23.  Here's the real question everyone should be asking. Where is Natalie's black bow/headband thing?

Perhaps it needs to make a comeback.

24.  Is Raphael still using "borrowed time"? Will that be touched on later in the comic?

Yes he is, and yes it will be.

25.  Will Zoè and Chamuel ever get some screen time together? Like it says in their profile that they're dating but Ive seen each of them like once or twice and on separate occasions

Yes, they will.

26.  WAIT! Why has no one asked this? What happened to Carla after the hospital situation?!

Michael delivered her back to her housing district in Heaven and left it at that.

27.  For some reason the Here It Comes comic account is marked as sensitive content suddenly. Is there anything you or myself could do about it?

While Satan and Me is relatively tame, Here it Comes is Mature in every sense of the the word. That blog has been set as a mature blog so you’d need to manually go into your settings to turn the safety off and you can see it again :~)

28.  Have you ever considered submitting a pitch bible to like Cartoon Hangover of Mercury Filmworks before? You have plenty of content and support! They could probably make SaM and even some of your other stories into animations n stuff?

Tbh I have no idea who those people are lol I’m out of the loop with stuff like that.

29. Does Gabriel have any crushes atm or that will develop?

Gabriel’s still stuck on Anthea right now.

30.  quick question about ipos' book. does it reveal stuff about the future like the real ipos he's based off of or is it just this big encyclopedia?

This is more like an encyclopedia he made to help Lucifer. He was good networking and digging stuff up so it’s a highly sought after book.

31.  If you don't mind me asking, do you ignore asks sometimes? Like, questions about the comic? It's fine if you do, but I wanted to confirm because I've sent a few questions before that were never responded to and I wasn't sure if they were received and just not answered or if my computer messed up sending them (which it does a lot).

I do sometimes if I know it will be explained later in the series. But for the most part I get a lot of asks and can’t address them all, and I don’t want to clog the blog with asks. So I do these question dumps from time to time so it’s more organized.

32.  In "No More Angels" how did Titus know Uriel was an archangel? Just from the sound of his voice? Uriel mentioning Raphael and Satan in the first panel might answer my question but I wasn't sure if he was just talking to himself or not.

Titus could feel stronger auras from people. They gave him headaches growing up, a sort of “side effect” of self preservation from Cain’s curse. He also did a lot of research and had seen a couple of supposed sightings of angels. Uriel happened to be one of those of the two he knew about.

33. you said that satan hates humans and sees them as beneath him and lower than dirt. how does this compare with how he sees natalie, since she is a human?

I’m sure he struggles with that from time to time, but her pros outweigh her cons. It’s shown sometimes in the series that he doesn’t like humans and finds a lot about them unappealing, exp: anytime she cries or drools or has a runny nose and he calls it leaking.

This will be touched upon later in the next Arc. Natalie isn’t just some positive kid who swayed an ancient heart. There is another element to it but I can’t say it right now.

34.  Does the devil ever get self-conscious about all the different depictions of himself and now he may or may not be able to live up to some of them?

It frustrates him a lot, but he can’t really do much about it.

35. I know you've had S&M planned out for a long while, but do you ever get to an arc and it just veers off wildly in a new direction? Or does it always get back to where you're going somewhere down the line?

Key elements stay the same, but yes, the events and characters just do what they want and I get surprised sometimes how different it turns out than originally intended.

The warehouse scene with Jericho and Natalie using her contract was out of left field and I was like “What the fuck are you saying?!” when Natalie used it because the original goal was to keep them contracted till the very end of the series. Sometimes stuff like that happens lol But it works out and I love it.

36.  In The Beginning, when Zad defected, Michael blamed Lucifer, and Lucifer made him think he'd actually been controlling Zad's actions. But I noticed Michael was all betrayed and surprised when that happened, so my question is, did Michael still have some sort of faith or trust in Lucifer until the Zadkiel incident? Cuz that seemed to prompt this character shift in Michael where he got broodier and less trusting?

I think Michael struggles with his denial about his brother. He’s floating on a blurred line of who he remembers Lucifer being and who he is in the present. The incident with Zadkiel made him a bit broodier because even though Lucifer’s an asshole, Michael never thought he’d stood so low as to blood poison his siblings. So that surprised him how cavalier he was being about taking credit for this. Like he lost some respect for Lucifer then.

37.  I have a question. Back in the beginning, there was that one day when Satan was all happy cuz he said it was game day and the world was gonna end. And then we went on this whole journey that ended in Run and basically didn't talk about it again. So why didn't the world end?

Game day meant that date was to start the beginning of the Apocalypse. Both sides were free to do anything they wanted, as agreed upon by Heaven, the Fallen, the Horsemen, and God. Before that they were coexisting but all parties going forward from that date were going to actively try to fuck over each other and drag humanity into it.

38.  I was rereading the entire comic (cuz jesus fuck I can't stop) and I found a thing. Before Run, Satan was always reading this blue book, and Nat would bust in and ask him a question or something. But the book always looked exactly the same. So was there anything particularly important about that book, or was it just always there?

It’s his favorite book. He has limited access to entertain himself stuck in Natalie’s home, so he’s reread the same books over and over.

39.  I noticed something. We've seen a bit of pre-fall Lucifer, and he looks different from both 'Stan' and the Satan we usually see now. Is there a reason he doesn't take his angel form anymore?

Pre-Fall Satan is tiny. It’s not intimidating enough, so Lucifer chooses to not take that form. He actively puts energy all day to maintain his bigger form, and would do so even fighting Michael, despite the fact if he reverted to his original form he would have more energy to fight. If he gets hurt badly enough or gets mentally compromised you can see him start regressing to his original form.

40.  Okay, so I was wondering. In that first arc when we met everybody, you could tell that Michael had been trying to catch up with Lucifer for a while, but he was also the one who ripped his wings off and threw him out. So I was curious, what was their first encounter after the fall like? And how did they get to that point?

Their first substantial encounter after the Fall is a story in the Bible where they argue over Moses’ dead body. They had casually run into each other before that but made no direct contact other than eye contact across a crowd.

Michael and Lucifer have had minimal contact since the Fall, hence why Satan’s reactions to Michael’s presence early on usually resorted in shocked anger and beating the shit out of him. How much contact they’ve had since Natalie came into the picture hasn’t happened since pre-Fall.

41.  Was Death created by God after or at the same time humans were created? Why does he hate Satan so much?

God created Death when he created the angels. He needed a mediator or a balance of sorts, since he established life he needed Death for consequences.

Death hates Satan because he taught his followers how to make contracts with humans and disrupt where their souls were going. Death is very particular about his job and Satan interferes too much. He also thinks he’s smug, entitled, and pompous. Which he is, so you can’t really fault him on that lol

42.  Hey orange, I'm not sure if this'd be spoilers or not, but is hellLuci a soul or a personification of hell or something? Who is he? And why hasn't he tortured Nat or something?

“Hell Satan” is a conglomerate of human souls taking Lucifer’s form to bother Natalie and gain her trust to mess with her. These souls do that to Lucifer too occasionally, where it takes Natalie’s form now it used to take Michaels. Pretty much whatever a close person is to Satan or Natalie, it morphs to it.

The main soul that usually talks the most when in Hell Satan’s form used to be a human named David, but since Hell fuzes souls together as one unity, it’s not likely he has any sense of individuality, just personality traits. Such as intrigue in long hair, as well as playing mind games.

Hell Satan takes its time before going straight into depravity, hence why when Natalie’s soul was removed from Hell, it was even willing to risk being pulled under into the lake to get her back. It feels robbed, and that’s a good way to get an immediate reaction from Hell.

43.  Is Satan's desperately thinking of asking Michael to help him because he's scared and he didn't mean for this to happen and he doesn't know what to do and he's lost and HE NEEDS HIS BIG BROTHER, a further sign of Natalie causing him to revert to the part of his nature that cares for others like he used to back when he and Michael were close????? Also Natalie made a bet in the early chapters were she said she'd get him to care about one person before the end of the world, does he remember that?

Yes, he remembers that. And yes, Satan’s go to to fix something if he ever thought he couldn’t would be to seek out Michael for help. It’s not intentional, but it’s his first instinct before he represses it. Boy needs to get out of denial.

44.  I saw the Group SaM Asks, but, I really wanted to ask if angels could still date humans? or be around them frequently, like Michael and kristi?

You can be around them but you cannot date them, marry them, have children with them. It’s also an unspoken rule to keep your identity a secret.

45. Why was Satan the only angel in heaven to not have any piercings? Did that have something to do with why he was able to rebel?

God gave “special case” angels no piercings, in a way of hinting that something was going to go down with a particular angel. Most angels noticed the ones without piercings, but didn’t know what it meant till after the fall. Now any angel without a piercing is looked at suspiciously, just in case.

46. I'm in a lot of fandoms who the fandom is very lighthearted but the fangroup is very dark *cough me cough * but this fandom here is talking about FREAKING SATAN and the fangroup is so lighthearted and is joking,playing pranks, ...I have to ask HOW?!

I don’t know, but it’s my favorite thing in the world

47.  Based off of his reaction, was Hell's chatter constant (like 24/7) even when Lucifer's seals weren't leaking?

Yes, it was never ending whispers/static in his head. When Natalie shut it off he was in shock for a while and zoned out for a bit because he wasn’t used to silence.

48.  What was laila's natural hair color?

Very light brown.

49. So I'm curious, what ever happened to Max's biological father? He and Carla divorced, but then what? Is he still part of Max's life? Did he die? Did he mutate into a zombie and become an extra on the Walking Dead? Sorry if this has already been asked, btw

He’s a deadbeat. Teen father, too hard, walked out. Not really part of the picture.

50.  IT BREAKS MY HEART HOW MICHAEL STILL INVITES HIM EVERY YEAR. The relationship between Michael and Lucifer is almost as big a part of the comic as Lucifer and Natalie and it's seriously heartbreaking. Could you maybe just talk a little about that?

Michael was the first angel Lucifer connected with. Michael was always very bubbly and lighthearted, which is a personality trait Lucifer gravitates towards. They were virtually inseparable and did everything together. So when Lucifer rebelled Michael took that extremely hard. He wasn’t ordered to physically retaliate when the Fallen were leaving, but he was emotional and angry and felt betrayed so he ordered the Fallen to have their wings removed if they were caught before they were kicked out so they couldn’t come back into Heaven.

Despite both of them saying they don’t care about each other anymore, it’s kinda obvious that it’s a lie. Lucifer doesn’t like seeing Michael because of old memories so he avoids him or tries to lash out/hurt him when he does see him to make himself feel better.

Natalie is the first person Lucifer developed a very close emotional bond with since Michael, and Michael is very jealous of that. Natalie and Michael are two people who aren’t aware of it that are competing in Lucifer’s heart.

51.  I just noticed in the most recent doodle dump on tapastic, there's one drawing of Natalie and lucifer kissing and lucifer is crying and his back is bleeding, and I thought it was a little weird that that "doodle" had a full background and everything. I was wondering if that was possibly the original idea for after Natalie came back to life and just got scrapped in favor of a more heartbreaking story line??

No, that was for April Fools and I let people request pairings and Natan was requested so I drew that since the current plotline at the time was so angsty lol

52.  so does pax just have a lot of libido or does he actually experience sexual attraction? just curious!

Both? I mean, he’s not picky with women. He just likes to hook up and whatever’s convenient at the time is good enough for him. However, he does have preferences and traits he prefers over others, so if given the option of fuckin Girl A who possesses 30% of his favorite traits or Girl B who possesses 80% of his favorite traits, he’d try for Girl B first if that makes sense.

53.  for the question dump: what is natalie's academic life like? like what's her GPA and has it lowered since she got involved with this end of days business? shes a senior, so was she planning on going to college? if so, what did she wanna major in? loaded question but i've always been curious

She had a relatively high GPA. She put a lot of effort into school, and tutored some classmates. Since she’s missed a lot of school her grades did go down, but not to the point that she won’t graduate if she gets at least Cs in her classes.

She is planning on going to college but not immediately. She’s a biology major.

54.  No mean to sound rude or anything like that, it's just a suggestion, but don't you think it would be better for you to have an assistant to help you for your comics?

I would, but sadly I cannot pay them anything, and I have an odd schedule so it would be too erratic to keep in touch with someone. I also don’t have anyone I trust giving access to the comic with that much authority atm, so for now it’s just gonna be lil old me :’~)

55.  Michael and Lucifer break my heart (I can relate, God). And this is kind of a huge deal now since we've got Michael feeling nostalgic about Lucifer and freaking out cause of his wings, so I have to ask: which of them is angrier at the other? And is there any chance of forgiveness on either side??? I care about this much more than I should and I need to knooooow!!! Help me Orange

Mmm... Angrier.... Idk, they’re both angry for different reasons. Currently in the comic atm I’d say Lucifer is angrier, since Michael is now just ensconced in grief over the wings. When he processes that we’ll see what stance he takes and if that sanded any of his rough edges or not.

Forgiveness is up to them UuU They’re both alike in how stubborn they are.

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Rules

HEAD’S UP:

To all of my “loyal followers”: I know you may feel familiar with my rules, but please skim them on every blog you follow. In particular, you will need to scroll down and read everything below the “Guilt-Free Icons” section as they change for each blog. Everything else, yes, will stay the same. Thank you for your time and thank you for following so many of my blogs!

LAST RULE UPDATE: July 16, 2018

Mun

General

My name is Kymani, but most people call me “Kaichu”, “Kai”, or “Ky”. Go with whichever you like! Please note, however, that I will only sign my blogs and asks with "Ky" or the occasional "Kaichu" so as not to be confused with the many 'Kai' users in the world. So if you ever see someone claim to be me while using that spelling... they a lie, fam.

I use she/her pronouns and am a cis female so feel free to correct me if I make any -phobic booboos.

Mun is over 25. I’m happy to share my real age, but not so much to update this with every birthday.

My discord is (not very) selectively available to mutuals. If you choose not to exchange this with me, this is more than fine; please just be aware that I blog hop very inconsistently so I may be hard to reach.

Mun faceclaims are Raichu, Marina (Splatoon 2), Iridessa, and occasionally Kagome Higurashi.

You can find links to all of my other active characters on my mun page.

Health

I have several physical and mental disabilities. These include, but are not limited to, Sickle Cell Anemia, Asthma, Depression, Anxiety, and moderate OCD.

Note that there are some things that will trigger my OCD and therefore I will often choose not to follow you for or unfollow for. They include but are not limited to: uncut posts; icons that aren’t circles or squares (circles/squares with excessive decoration is FINE); using full-sized reaction images; and/or a general lack of organization on the blog. Most of these can be addressed, but I will never pressure a mun to change their style or format for me. 

I will generally make or have someone make update posts informing you of my hospitalizations. Sometimes I forget, though. In any case, if I’ve made it clear that I am feeling unwell, do NOT hassle me for replies or an explanation of my situation. I will block people for this.

Be aware: I am a chronically ill person with many characters whose writing schedule is dictated by both her health and muse. I will forget things and disappear/reappear for weeks to even a month at a time from my blogs. As well, I may be very obviously selective/biased, so if this will upset you, my blogs are not for you.

Also note: it is not uncommon for me to unfollow and refollow people but this is not intentional. As I manage tens of blogs, it is easy to forget which blog people will follow me on. If you notice me doing this, feel free to message me and/or block that account.

Lastly, it is incredibly important to understand that due to the fact that I have been on opioids since I was a child, I have impaired memory. I can and will forget things we’ve discussed/written and I just ask for your patience and understanding on this.

I am open to answering questions regarding my health, but I expect you to both know the basics about the diseases and have read THIS PAGE before you approach me.

Last on this point but HUGELY important: please do not approach me with questions or jokes about how many muses I write. It's officially at the point where it's only okay or funny if I do it. Cause the thing is I know you mean it as a complement. I know you do. But the answer, for the record, to that question is this: "The cold hard fact is that I'm no longer healthy enough to attend school or work. So I am at home all day every day with the time (if I am well) to run as many muses as I please and it may be the only thing keeping me sane." So please, just don't make the joke. I'll joke along with you, I'll try not to make you as sad as you just made me, but it makes me really sad to think about and I have to stop pretending it doesn't.

Personals

Do:

Go ahead and follow! I don’t mind as long as you follow the rules. (Breaking them consistently enough to notice will lead to a block though.)

Like RPs if you like them. (But try to make sure my partner’s okay with that, too!)

Send in memes and questions; just don’t expect them to turn into a thread or anything.

Tell me if you’re following on behalf of a side RP blog cause I won’t check/know otherwise! (Only matters if you follow first.)

Don’t:

Reblog my promos.

Reblog my OOC posts.

Reblog my roleplays.

Following

This is a selective and private blog. This means I don’t follow everyone and I only RP with mutuals.

Please do not message me asking for an RP if we are not mutuals. I understand that you’re just reaching out, but it really makes me anxious and I will feel extremely guilty. Therefore, all messages of this kind will be deleted. Repeated attempts will lead to a block.

I will not follow blogs without a rules page. Very very rare exceptions are made for blogs that I know for fact are mobile-only. I am slightly more lenient when it comes to about pages, but only if there is significant writing on the blog for me to read through instead.

I am OC and selectively crossover friendly. 

I’m cool with multimuse blogs as long as your muses each have an about page for me to read over. I won’t be making exceptions here simply because I find it impractical to go through the blog and look for writing for each specific muse I want to interact with.

I may several weeks to follow back. This may be due to illness or just not noticing because of how many blogs I run.

I eventually unfollow mutual-only blogs who have not followed me back. This is simply because I like to know I can RP with those on my dash and nothing more.

I do not follow blogs that exclusively use real-life faceclaims (rlfc). I will also not RP with rlfc, so if you have a verse that only uses a rlfc, I won’t RP with it. Please note that this applies to people roleplaying live-action characters, as well. Thanks for understanding.

Interaction & Replies

I am EXTREMELY selective about roleplaying with muns under the age of eighteen. Trying to deceive me about your age will lead to a BLOCK.

I am open to using messaging for OOC interaction at all times. IC interactions must be agreed upon beforehand.

All of my open starters and starter calls are for mutuals only unless otherwise stated. Repeated offenses for non-mutuals liking my starter calls will lead to a block.

I go through my thread tracker whenever my total thread count across all accounts exceeds 11O. I will try to message my partners about threads I drop but understand that I may not always have the energy to do so. You are always welcome to ask about the status of our threads so long as you remain polite and tactful.

Shipping

My blogs will always be multiship.

With that said, I’m almost always a ship-exclusive kind of girl. That means I’ll ship with one version of each character.

I like my ships to develop naturally, so even if it seems like I prioritize friends, know that you can always shoot me an ask and as long as it’s not a notp I’m always open to tossing the characters at each other and giving it a shot.

There are two exceptions to ship exclusivity for me: 1) i’ve decided to do one ship per verse and therefore duplicates are fine or 2) i’m playing a character with a canon ship.

Tags & Triggers

My blogs are never spoiler-free. For TV-show based blogs, the most recent episode aired in its native language will be tagged as a spoiler until the next episode airs. For games, I tag and try to readmore spoilers for a few months. Threads themselves may or may not be tagged if the line is sort of blurry. Always, therefore, read with caution.

I am blocking the tag #Ky Don’t Look/#Ky Dont Look for phobias related to penises, water, and a few other things. It is imperative that you read over my BLOCKED TAGS AND TRIGGERS for full details.

These triggers are often related to trauma and can give me panic attacks and/or depressive episodes. I will gently remind you a few times, but if it becomes a repeated issue, I will unfollow.

If you need anything special tagged or I’ve forgotten something, please let me know! I won’t bite.

NSFW & Smut

Many of my blogs will contain nsfw themes including but not limited to: themes of depression, violence, bullying, etc. These are rarely (if ever) tagged but can be by request.

Themes that are considered to be “trigger-heavy” will always have their own disclaimer.

Regarding smut: sometimes it’s difficult for me, sometimes it’s not. I can be extremely squeamish regarding the topic, so I’m very fickle when it comes to these threads. I ask, very simply, that partners who engage in these types of threads with me understand that I likely won’t finish these threads and that they do not push for replies on these. (Like, ever.) It will make me more self-conscious and, if I’m already panicking about a reply, it will only make it worse.

With that said, I would appreciate it if you didn’t baby me by disallowing me to write these threads. If it makes you personally uncomfortable to write them with me, that’s fine. But it has been deemed a safe and valuable practice by my counselor for me to continue to explore this subject so that, hopefully, I will become more and more comfortable with it. So when I’m interested in writing sexual nsfw, please don’t feel as though you need to shy away from me!

Aside from all of that, general rules apply: I won’t write sexual nsfw with anyone under the age of eighteen. (Although with that said, given my age, I tend to prefer my smut partners to be twenty-one and older. This is a soft rule, though, as my comfort with the partner outweighs a numerical value.) I also will not write any other kind of nsfw with anyone under the age of sixteen.

PS: when it comes to aged up characters, aged up x aged up is okay. aged up x canon adult is not. I am not the kind of person who will get all judgemental if you do it with other people, but I won’t personally engage in it. Understand though that I only consider it to be aging-up if the mun is aging their character beyond the natural progression of time. (So if Character A was 10 when they debuted but would have been 15 by the time they met Character B anyway I don't consider it to be aging-up.) For more of my opinion of the topic, please click here.

 Activism & “Drama”

In this house, discussion about x-isms, x-phobias, and injustices as it relates to the roleplay community and/or the pokemon community is NOT considered drama and therefore it will NOT be tagged as such. HOWEVER:

While most of my blogs will NOT have a tag for it at all, should it come up, I will create an #activism tag for the blog. So yes, you will have a tag to block if you are genuinely discomforted by the conversation, but no, I will not conflate it with “drama”.

If you’re reading this on writtenbykaichu or a blog that features a dark-skinned person of color, please be aware that issues such as these are much more likely to be discussed. 

Guilt-Free Icons

Yes, I am a mod at guiltfreeicons–Jerry Mod, to be exact. 

I will, on very rare occasions, make posts regarding taking requests. Those posts are considered active for 48 hours after the ORIGINAL post was made.

If you need to ask a question about GFI, first read the rules. Then, try contacting us here. If that doesn’t work, contact us here. Most importantly:

Never ever I mean NEVER message me or any of the other mods regarding guiltfreeicons (or making icons for you on the side) on any of our personal or roleplay blogs. We WILL auto-block over this.

Miscellaneous

IMPORTANT: I am currently beta testing for rpthreadtracker.com. Because the beta website could be altered or lost at any time, I will try to backup my threads on the current version of the website. With that said, I will be focusing on using the Beta versions, so please click the [BETA] links first and alert me immediately if they give you any sort of trouble so I can update the trackermod. Thanks guys!

This blog will not RP with male gemsonas--no exceptions.

As a general rule, I am okay with gemlings as long as they are not directly related to Amethyst (daughter, sister, etc.)

I consider Amethyst's canon character development to be incredibly rushed, so on this blog you may feel as though I've knocked her back a few steps. This is so that I may work on her development at a fairer pace. (And yes, if you know me, it is also for the angst.)

Always always always plot out fight threads with me. We don't have to come up with things step-by-step ahead of time, but I expect to stay in contact with you throughout so that we can be on the same terms with where we're going and who's doing what.

Credits

Many of my Raichu base icons were gifted to me by thunderstonereject. If you would like access to these icons, you will need to ask them for their permission. Any public-use icons I have can be found at guiltfreeicons. All edits were made by me and are for my own personal use.

All Marina icons were made by me and are available to the public on guiltfreeicons. Edits, of course, are for and by me and not for public use.

All Iridessa icons were made by myself and Pebbles Mod and are available to the public on guiltfreeicons. All edits were made by me and are for my own personal use.

Credits for Kagome Higurashi base icons can be found here. All edits were made by me and are for my own personal use.

Amethyst Art & Icon credits can be found here.

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