#couldn't think of anything equivalent sooo

[papirouge]

as someone who almost died as a minor giving birth after being raped I think u should care about the lives already here and not a clump of cells. most children conceived thru rape are abandoned or killed later on anyhow

Why are you guys acting like we had to pick a sidd between saving the life of women OR the baby?? What some sort of twisted oppression Olympics is that?? Why couldn't we fight for BOTH? This is precisely what prolifers are for.

First of all, we do care about saving pregnant women's life considering the fact that death in childbirth is ≤0.05% in developed countries.... It shows that a decent healthcare system is KEY in saving women's life during delivery - and that abortion isn't needed. COPE.

The fearmongering around pregnancy kills is inversely proportionate to how it actually does IRL.

Unlike what pro abortionist liars say, no prolifer advocate for less medical help for women. And no, we aren't all Conservatives (I'm personally not) religious (secular/LGTB+ prolife organization are a thing) or males (most prolifers are female) so enough with the tHey hAte wOmeN shtick. We don't revel in women dying in childbirth struggling to get access to pregnancy care. Many of us are mom/have family and know how hard pregnancy & educating children is. You need to stop acting like only pro choicers knew what is was like to carry a baby and deliver it. That's precisely bc we know how hard pregnancy is that we consider women deserve better than a bandaid called abortion.

Abortion is the reason why pregnancy care is sooo behind in extra liberal spaces. By shoving abortion as the only solution for women hEaLthCaRe (because it's cheaper than an actual maternity leave + welfare) they never really bothered creating a decent alternative to help women who'd decide to keep their baby. How can abortion be a ✨choice✨ when the only alternative is sinking into helplessness & poverty? Damn, you guys totally understand it when it comes to prostitution but NEVER have the intellectual honesty to ponder that question when it comes to abortion 🤔

It baffles my mind how pro abortion applauded companies offering abortions instead of a decent maternity leave. You guys are the biggest useful idiots of capitalism while thinking you are soooo subversive 🙄 That's why you are making up false opposition in the form of the big bad traditional backwardish boogeyman to make you sound braver than you are lol There's no traditionalist conspiracy... Most of the planet never stopped valuing family over career or iNdepeNdencE (although there's a definite push for cultural liberalism - of which abortion culture is totally part of) It's just the pendulum naturally coming back after a decade of libfem koolaid.

You're doing exactly what the system wants from you. You're the equivalent of 'eyeliner so sharp it would slays patriarchy' kinda shit. Especially radfem who will scream that women aren't body part (and they're right) yet advocate for the very act of treating our body like such (against our biology most basic function such as fertility/procreation) - if not straight up vilifying its work ("a baby is a parasite"). Would it even occur to you that fetus aren't "body parts" to be disposed of?? You uterus is a "clump of cells" too, you might as well throw it to the trash 🤪

Oh and many of these "poor pregnant woman got arrested for abortion" have been debunked. You guys really need to get over these misleading sensational headlines seeking to demonize pro lifers (weird, I thought there was a back to traditionalism conspiracy 🤔 shouldn't mainstream media be on our side? 🤔). Those poor women either took drugs to kill their fetus or even killed them AFTER their birth (I'm sure there's a masterpost floating around debunking these stories).

Abortion doesn't even stop rape. If anything, if facilitates its erasure (planned Parenthood allying with pimps to perform underage abortion under the radar) You guys are just moving the goal to appeal to emotionalism. Even if rape disappeared overnight you'd stil advocate for abortion so please, shut up about it. You are exhausting.

[zombvibes]

Now I know I said multiple times that I wasn't going to talk about teammateswap's weird route until the au account was done but...SCREW IT CAN'T KEEP THIS INFO IN MY BRAIN ANYMORE.

Before I start, I'm not good at explaining myself nor my ideas so if nothing make sense...well that's half the reason. The other half is because the weird route is half baked and not completely thought out yet. (Just like everything else in this god forsaken au!!! YIPPEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!)

Ok I'll start rambling now!

(WARNING THIS IS LONG.....)

SIIIIIIKE I'm giving you some context first so you can understand some things (hopefully...fingers crossed) :

Noelle isn't that trusting of a person and mostly keeps to herself. Despite how personable she seems, she never really had any friends aside from Kris and Berdly. Even then, she wouldn't really consider them friends. More like close acquaintances. (Yes Catti, and Jockington aren't friends with Noelle in this au. She knows them on an acquaintance level however this applies to the other classmates too.) The only people she could (mostly) trust are her family and Kris (and...kind of Berdly but barely). Kris and Noelle weren't close AT ALL when they were kids due to her being even MORE untrusting and aloof than she is currently. She eventually warmed up to Kris and the rest of the Dreemurrs because of Dess and Rudy getting her out of her shell (though not by much). Kris and Noelle have gotten to know each other recently (most likely after Dess disappeared) so they don't know a lot about each other but are currently friendly with each other.

Now unlike Kris, Berdly DID actually knew Noelle from childhood. This is mostly because Berdly just...kinda followed her around everywhere she went. (Which if you couldn't tell is still the case in present day.) He cared about being seen as intelligent but had terrible grades. Sooo why not attach yourself to the smartest girl in class and get help from her? I'll stop here since uh...I mean.....their dynamic is the same. And I don't have anything else to add that's relevant SOOO. ANYWAYS.

When I was referring to tms!Noelle being personable this is about pre-chapter 2 Noelle. She's a dickhead we know this by now c'mon...She used to put on this "goody-two-shoes A+ student Teacher's pet" act to please everyone. Which...I sadly will have to talk about another time. Just keep the "Everyone's expectations for ME are so high now...What am I going to do once I go somewhere without her?" quote from Berdly's monologue in mind for now. It's semi-important.

OK COOL GOT IT? GOT THAT? COOL. I'LL START FOR REAL THIS TIME :

I'd think that tms!weird route will pretty much play out similarly to the original weird route. So I won't be talking about that all too much? Especially since I'm not sure how it'll go currently.

I, however, will talk about Noelle's powers instead! I already talked about her powers a little bit in this post but I'll just say it again. So you know how in the original weird route Noelle freezes the enemies? In teammateswap, Noelle...turns them into, uh, icicle kebabs. Icicles pop up from the ground and stabs the enemy from below. I was thinking about making the enemy TIRED or SLEEPY before doing that but I'm not sure how that would work. I *think* if you're in a fight with an enemy for long enough they become TIRED but I'm not entirely sure rn. When you get the thorn ring equivalent of Noelle's spear (which will be called the thorn spear and the freeze ring equivalent will be called freeze spear for simplicity), icicles with rain from the sky and pierce whoever is below the storm.

So...after hearing that some of you may be thinking "Hey. So. If you said that enemies get stabbed by icicles, does that mean.....Berdly.........." Yes. Berdly becomes swiss cheese. Anyways this is a great time to talk about Berdly's fight since it's the thing I've thought about the most!

Berdly's fight starts as normal (at least normal for weird route) : Kris and Noelle finds Berdly, Berdly gets worried for Noelle, Berdly pulls out weapon to protect Noelle, en garde, fight starts. So for the fight, you have to wait until he gets tired from using his magic and weapon (remember it's large and heavy). When that happens, he'll fall to the ground. And, uh, he then becomes swiss cheese.

OR. Does he?

If you cast the ice spell (which I will call icegrave, again for simplicity) before Berdly gets tired, he'll survive. He'll be scared shitless, but he'll survive. After icegrave wears off, Noelle falls to the ground and Berdly runs to her to see if she's ok. He shields her from Kris to make sure they don't hurt her. Noelle suddenly gets up, grabs Berdly's arm and drags hime to Queen's castle (her room). And Kris just stands there...in silence.

Another idea I had was, Berdly abandoning Noelle and running away (or well...TRYING to run away but then Getting Swiss Cheese'd™). Tbh...I may go with this idea. tms!Berdly being brave and protecting Noelle doesn't...seem right to me. If I do go with the first idea, Berdly would still be visible scared of Kris. Stuttering, shivering, crying and all. Berdly is NOT a brave guy.

Though during the fight, he desperately pleads with Noelle to come with him and desperately begs Kris to leave her alone. Nothing happens no matter how loud he gets...

ANOTHER idea I had is if Berdly survives, he still gets injured by an icicle (most likely stabbed in the eye, the one that's covered by hair, or the leg). But..again...not 100% sure.

OK SO BACK TO NOELLE AND KRIS, so tms!Noelle would resist more then the original and sometimes just does whatever she sees fit. She'd resist to the point where Kris would have to grab her by the arm and drag her everywhere they go. Though over time, grabbing by the arm becomes hand holding because Noelle is just now used to "getting dragged around" (but by this point she is just following Kris willingly). Which is...great. We love that. So great. (I'm being sarcastic. If you couldn't tell.) As for getting the freeze spear, Noelle multiple times was like "Hey, we can't afford that. Let's go. NOW." She doesn't kill the addison but instead steals the spear by trapping the addison in ice and running away laughing like a cartoon villian (originally, Noelle froze his legs and then ran away with the spear but...her weapon can't really do that so she just trapped them instead). This will stop after the 2nd/3rd mouse puzzle.

So. I assume some of you are wondering about the scene where Susie goes to Noelle's room. She still goes in by herself. But...they don't really...have a nice time together. (Not gonna be specific here since you, Kris and Ralsei don't know what happens in there.) I'll just say that she comes out of the room a little dejected. (She eventually goes back after the last Queen interaction.)

If Berdly lives, he'll come out of the room before Susie could go in. She jumps and wonders why he's in Noelle's room. Berdly, acting like his normal self, says that it's none of Susie's concern and brushes her off. She asks him if Noelle is ok. He pauses and enthusiastically says yes. He's only looking at Susie and ignores Kris as he leaves but not after glancing at them for a second. Susie and co then move on.

I think...I think that's all I'm going to say for now....there's more (obviously) but that's most of the weird route stuff I have! Hope that suffices for now.

[tothedarkdarkseas]

sooo we know what kind of stu look/vibe you prefer, is there a murdoc equivalent to that? i'm curious because you've recently gotten me on the lad stu bandwagon haha. there's definitely a "version" of murdoc i picture in your writing, but it's a bit difficult to articulate. so i was wondering if you had an intended effect in mind and if i'm anywhere near the mark!

Thank you, and welcome aboard the Lad Stu bandwagon! You may not find yourself drowning in content but you'll have a good time! It certainly hasn't eased up on me yet, and despite some fully self-inflicted misery at times I still think there's plenty of reward to be found, haha. He's just neat!

Murdoc is tricky, as I see him as a bit more of a shapeshifter than Stu is, simultaneously more aware of himself and less loyal to who or what that is. My rule of thumb is that Murdoc is adaptable and Stu is malleable, and these are two very distinct ways to affect and be affected by the world around you, even if both ultimately result in the birth of unhealthy self-gratifying habits. Murdoc has the survival experience to know what a situation requires, and how to play it toward his benefit-- and he's comfortable with (or settled more deeply into) the knowledge that sometimes it's bending, and sometimes it's biting. Sometimes you get what you want by removing the capacity to be punished. An inability to be pinned down is a fundamental part of that, I think. By no means do I think that means Murdoc is always sincere in these perspectives, nor do I think he's always if ever been completely honest with a microphone on, but I think he'd see the sort of nihilistic reason to it and lack of reason in splitting those hairs over concepts. Behind his manic showmanship Murdoc has a strange pragmatism to him, but you could turn him inside out without seeing it. He's also just, you know, unwell in less digestible ways. Honestly, you'd have to read every post on this blog back to 2018 to relay back to me what I've said about Murdoc and I probably still couldn't parse it, haha.

As far as looks, that is a bit easier to tackle! I don't mind artwork that depicts Murdoc with his greener skintone and it doesn't register as "wrong" to my version of him, but in writing I'm generally picturing he and Stuart both a bit more human than they're typically drawn with a stronger leaning toward their respective pop cultural muses, and so Murdoc probably resembles P1-P2 models more. Jaundiced and sickly in undertone, but not cartoon-coloured. The broader silhouette of his face and hair borrowed from Keith Richards or Richard Ashcroft. I see him as sinewy and slight, but not proportionately railish and lanky as Stu is; he has some give in the thighs, to put it one way, haha, but in general he strikes me as "the runt of the litter." Small in the way that doesn't entirely carry in photographs. I do like some of the softer-figured Murdoc artwork and definitely enjoy it over a bizarrely muscular depiction (looking at you in that one specific P4 piece, Jamie) but I think my characterization of him has always been scrawny, booze-bellied, making his size something that fuels gratification and in fact prompts comparison/insult rather than downplays it, because that co-opting of his own degradation returns the satisfaction of it to his hands and not Stu's. (Though rarely would he rather anything be out of Stu's hands, given the choice.)

Vibe-wise, I hope the above paragraphs paint a picture, as I'm not sure I'll be able to-- at least not without making it even more confusing, haha. I see Murdoc as more punkish stylistically, not so entirely devoted to the sartorial extremes as he was in his early 20's playing in 7 different Stoke-based bands but rooted within it. I tend to say "punkish" and not just punk to make some distinction, hopefully, that he is informed by a lot of alt British youth culture, Northern culture, poverty from birth through the total establishment of his adult life, and at last in well-fucking-won gluttonous defiance of that, the excesses of rockstardom. He settles easily into topless lounging, or crusty old band t-shirts with coats from the charity shop, or a leather jacket a size too small to keep him from swimming in the sleeves, separate enough from his beltline for Stu to notice. (Again, looking at a different P4 Jamie piece; he giveth and he taketh away.)

[asksuccubussides]

What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn't that be fucked or what Chapter 6

Masterpost of the chapters

'Aight. I told Emile I'd like lost my sunglasses by the balcony so we should have some like alone time now' Remy signed while sitting down beside Remus 'Sooo like what's our game plan?'

"Plan?..Like for destroying the planet or just some casual murder?"

'Girl! For when you gotta go back to earth to feed!' Remy gave him the look equivalent of calling him stupid while making a sound equivalent to "????"

"What!? Prison cells got doors don't they!? If I get caught I'll just go on home to hell! Or I can finally try to gnaw my way out through concrete babbeeeyy!"

'Do you even think you can like feed off a human without like going all killer and trying to eat one again??'

Remus huffed and puffed to pretend to be offended "Uuuuh I'm not a wild animal dude. If anything I should be making detailed plans about how to murder angels!"

Remy tightly held onto their friend's wrist "You're. Not. Going. To. Heaven!"

He pushed them aside and forced their hands off of him "I don't want to feed off humans anymore"

"Oh so you're just like choosing death via starvation then??? yeah sounds like such a totally good idea. Real cool. I guess it¨s more badass then being sent to heaven but it still fucking sucks!" They threw out their arms "There's no other way for you to survive girlie!"

"I'LL MAKE A WAY!"

"Cause your attempt at eating a human went sooo weellll"

Remus opened his mouth and smacked his lips as if he was about to argue back while desperately trying to think of a good argument. He waved his finger around before wheezing out.

"My first try at sex didn't go good either soooo" He shrugged "I mean genitals are kinda fucking weird y'know. No one had told me you couldn't switch genties midway through....Okay somebody had told me not to do it. But I wanted to see what would happen!!"

"Don't remind me. And Girl you're not eating anotha human"

"I won't! You try to eat a human ONE time and suddenly people think it's your favorite hobby! I wasn't even gonna eat All of them! Just a few parts!"

Remus spun around and tapped his feet like he was about to leave when Remy asked "Do you think you can...you want to like....feed on a human ever again?" He didn't answer "If you really can't like take the whole sex with humans thing anymore I'm like totally sure I can like help you..." They rolled their eyes slightly while moving their hand as if to make their point more obvious "Like if fucking a friend is like better"

"Dude I'd rather chew on your foot and then regurgitate it onto the floor. I-" Remus nervously plucked at scabs on his hands, He had already bitten his nails down to the point they bleed "Whatever. I need to go read up on how to kill angels!"

"Should you tell Roman?"

Remus just waved their question off as he hurried to leave the room. He did a big point of sulking and slouching with his hands deep in his pockets and his curls falling down in front of his eyes as he walked towards the library of the succubus quarters.

There was no way Roman could know. Aside from her being terrible at keeping secrets, the worry would tear her apart....And what if she ratted him out to the manager. What if she hated him that much.

The succubi library was sparse and small. There were a few bookshelfs and a table in the middle of the room with a tiny pitiful lamp. The chair wasn't even comfartable and of course the entire room was drenched in that awful white color every room in the succubi quarters seemed to be. The books weren't even categorised in any way!

His eyes wandered over the book spines and most of them seemed to be written by demons. Some biographies and memoirs from the pride circle, self help and weight loss books from the envy circle, a book about crypto from the greed circle. Though honestly most of them were clearly just self indulged dream projects.

The image of a lone demon quietly writing away under the covers at night came up as soon as Remus grabbed at some silly adventure book or short novel about love.

Finally he managed to find some factual books but most of them were about sex. Safe sex, dangerous sex, radiactive sex. All the kind.

All of a sudden it started to feel like something was pressing down on Remus' chests but he didn't know why. It got hard to breathe and his sight got blurry but he tried to ignore it and just keep looking for information on angels but he couldn't find anything. he couldn't see anything.

The taste of human flesh filled his mouth again as his stomach turned.

"Rem-bem? I didn't even know you knew where the library was" Emile's airy voice followed by a chuckle made Remus nearly jump out of his skin. "Have you seen my honeybun's sunlgasses? They said they'd lost them somewhere around here"

His eyes twitched as he turned to look at Emile "I-" He tried to keep his breathing as stable as possible but his voice still shook "I'm- I-"

Emile moved forward and gently put his hand against Remus' forehead "You look like you're running a fever. When was the last time you ate?"

Remus parsed his lips to say that he'd eaten enough but all he could get out was more shakey words before finally gasping out "I'm going to die"

"Please, modern medicine makes a fever hardly anything to die over. Let's sit you down"

He helped Remus to the uncomfortable chair next to the table before jumping up to sit on the table. He kicked his feet mindlessly over the edge of the table while patting his friend's hand. Remus dug his fingernails into Emile's hand.

"You know anything about angels?" He spat out between ragged breathes.

Emile let out a forced laugh "Only as much as any other demon would know"

His nails pierced through their skin "Remy always says they like angels. They think they're cute. Even the wings. Rem gets like all of their info from you, you gotta know something"

"Pff, they don't get ALL of their information from me. I know absolutely nothing about sleeping like a sloth for example! I didn¨t know snor mimimi meant sleep! They taught me that"

"I just need to know something- anything about them!"

Emile cupped his cheeks "Has something happened?"

"I want to kill them....I...don't want to go. I don't want to go!"

He brought Remus into a hug and let his head rest against his own chest as Rem kept shaking. he didn't have to say anything more, in that instant Emile knew he had done something irrevercable.

"I think Roman said he was going to come back to hell around noon so he should be here soon" Emile said while combing their hand through Remus' uneven hair "Do you want us to talk to her about this whole situation?"

Remus shook his head without moving away from the hug.

"Okay...That's okay. We can tell her at some other time. It's okay buddy" Emile stared at the white walls while thinking "...Angels aren't as scary as the gossip makes them sound like. They're just like demons. An angel would have been in just as much danger if they were suddenly dropped into hell as we would be if we got sent up there"

"I don't wanna go"

"I'm not going to let you-"

Emile suddenly quieted and held his hand lightly over Remus' mouth. His eyes darted around as he listened for something. Until he just as suddenly started pushing on for Remus to go.

'Hide!' Emile signed in a hurry.

Remus ran to the corner of the room and hunched down behind one of the bookcases. He pressed himself as close as he could to the ground and held his breathe. From between the gaps in the books he could see Emile grabbing the closest book and flipping it open to pretend to read it.

It took a moment until Remus heard it. The distant sound of footsteps approaching with the kind of weight behind it no succubi had. He held his breathe and listened to the door to the library creak as it opened. Light shone in but it didn't reach his corner.

The light turned into a light hue of orange as the manager stepped into the room. Out of the corner of Remus' eye he could see the tall six armed demon walk up to Emile. He'd never seen them in the same room together before, Remy had always been so sure about telling Emile to not join them in their meetings.

A sick feeling started in Remus' mouth and clogged it's way down his throat until it filled his entire chest as he wondered why The Manager was in the succubi quarters when there wasn't a meeting. He knew why but he tried to pretend like he was still asking why.

"Oh..." There was a surpised tone to the manager's voice, nearly bordering on disappointed "Hello. Aren't you Remy's little pet? The traitor? I thought you would have been discarded and dead by now"

"I'm reading and you a disrupting me" Emile loudly slammed his book shut "So if you could be a dear and leave that would be nice"

"Well I am looking for the angry twin. You should know who I mean if you know Remy. Have you seen him" It was said as less of a question and more in the harsh tone of an order.

"You're not my manager so therefore hmm" The sound of Emile clicking his tongue and pretending to think came "That means I don't have to answer to you!"

There was a sudden slam like a fist hitting a table. Remus turned his hands into tight fists in case Emile needed his help. Instead he heard a low hissing sentence coming from the manager, as if he was pulling the words from deep in his throat.

"Yes you damn do! One word from me and you slut and that deaf idiot is getting-"

"They're my lover" Emile's smile could practically be heard.

Another slam into the table "I am very aware of how hard your kind has when it comes to lying convicingly so you will tell me where the twin is and you won't even try to trick me because I already know you know"

Emile tilted his head "Which twin was it you were looking for now again?"

"You know damn well which one!"

"It's not his fault your squadron is so low ranked. It was low ranked even when I got here. I think you're just putting the blame onto him so you have a reason to let your blatant anger issues out" Emile was laying on the sickingly sweet therapy like voice extra thick.

A loud sound came but Remus couldn't understand what it was. He shifted ever so slight to the left and began to crawl along the floor trying to get closer to the other two.

"If you know I know anyhow why do you even have to ask me" Emile continued "Unless you only want to make me throw my friend under the bus to have a way of controlling me"

The manager lowered his voice "The only reason you and Remy are still alive is because killing someone like you wasn't beneficial! But it's been decades Emile! You really think anyone remembers you. Really think anybody would care if you were killed"

"I wouldn't want to live with myself if I hurt a friend like that anyhow"

"Would you rather live without Remy then"

A beat passed and then a sudden scream from Emile. Like nothing Remus had ever heard from him before.

"NO! NO! STOP!"

Remus grabbed the nearest book before jumping out from behind the bookshelf he'd been hiding. He threw the book so it hit the manager right on the head.

"Boo!"

The manager stopped and turned his head towards Remus. He was holding his arm above his head with Emile desperately reaching out to grip onto his hand.

"I just now climbed in the backdoor to scare you...Bitch!" Remus lied while signing for Emile to go! go! go!

Emile had turned pale as a sheet as he slowly retracted his hands and backed out of the room. He didn't stop staring at the manager until he was just about outside the room when he immediately ran away to find Remy.

Without saying a word the manager went to close the door before looking back at Remus. His towering frame made it impossible for Remus to try and run away.

"You hurt a human"

Remus blood ran cold "I didn't have a choice" He spat back.

"Yes you did" There was no emotion in the manager's voice "And either way violence is not something succubi are made to do. If you were in any actual danger you should have just let it happen. You have known the rules and your purpose ever since you were made! And yet you still did it!"

"Roman wasn't there. He doesn¨t know"

The manager chuckled lightly "Obviously! Otherwise the other twin would have been here same as you" He took a few steps closer to the succubi "I have always been fascinated by you...And annoyed, irritated, hateful. But mostly fascinated"

Remus felt his skin hit against the table as he tried to back away.

"The demons creating your lot has been doing this job for centuries. How could they have gotten it so wrong when they made you. I've even wondered if msking you was some sort of joke, as if they were trying to make the worst possible succubus"

The succubi scraped his fingernails against the downside of the table to try and feel how sharp they were.

"..How about this" The manager were as close as he could be "I could look aside this little incident, the human didn't even die after all, if you...let me fix you"

The manager placed his hand against Remus' thigh and let his fingers wander upwards while leaning so close his harsh breathe hit against Remus' cheek.

within an insant the succubi had stabbed his nails into the flesh of the manager's hand. But he didn't draw blood, he didn't even break the skin.

"THERE'S NOTHING BOUT ME TO FIX!" Remus screamed "And the only things wrong with me is my demented fucking brain and my shitty sense of humor!"

The manager leant back and straightened his posture once more. His eyes flickered up and down Remus "I see" He said in a dry tone.

In one overwhelming dizzy spur of movement the manager's many arms took ahold of Remus' hair and dragged him out into the hallway. The succubi pulled at his hair and swatted with his tail but nothing worked. His body froze when he saw guards waiting outside the door. They took ahold of him in the same way he had seen them take ahold of the oh so many Punished succubi he'd seen.

He kicked his legs and yelled and thrashed his head around and screamed and screamed and screamed. A crowd had started to gather in the hallway, dozens of eyes leering at him.

"I DON'T EVEN REGRET IT! I WOULD HAVE BITTEN ANOTHER FUCKING HUMAN IF I COULD!" Remus yelled while continuing to trash around.

Everything was a blur and the air was thick like oil. His eyes searched for his brother in the crowd. Emile. Remy. Anyone. But none of them were there.

Remus was dragged into the meeting room and the doors shut tight behind him. He fell to the floor on his knees as the guards let him go. His mind was screaming at him to run but he saw the manager's shoes in front of him before he had the chance to.

The manager took a handful of his hair and forced his head back so his eyes stared up at the gleaming eyes of the demon.

"Any last words?"

Remus spat up at him "Next time I'll kill the bastard I'm attacking"

"That's preciesly the spirit you need"

The words didn't really reach Remus as he heard yells coming from the hallway outside. His chest began to ache as he felt his brother trying to get to him. He could just about make out Roman yelling his name over and over.

Even with the manager still holding him in place Remus managed to turn his head around to see Roman crashing through the door. The two guard demons quickly took ahold of her. She trashed around just as he had and even let out her wings in a desperate attempt to free herself from the guards.

"ROMAN! RO-RO!"

"REMUS! LET GO OF HIM!" Roman yelled right into the guard's faces "HE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING!"

She tried to reach out her arm and graps for him but they weren't even near. The last thing Remus saw was tears going down his brother's cheeks before the manager forced Remus to look up at him. One of his many hands held the succubi's face in his palm before his fingers forcibly parsed his lips.

The manager's fingers dug into his mouth and his nails left cuts on Remus' tongue.

"Speak no evil!"

The pain was instant.

His eyessight completely whitened from shock as he to his stomach. His hands stretched out looking for some comfort, some relief. It was hard to move and even harder to breathe.

Something was clogging up his throat and when he coughed he realized it was blood. He puked up the mix of bile and blood onto the cold marble floor. One of his teeth fell out alongside it.

In the blur of pain his eyes darted around the room trying to find his brother until seeing Roman laying passed out on the floor. Her body was shaking and her fingers twitching. Remus tried to drag himself closer but the manager took a single step in front of him and stopped him completely.

Remus glanced up at the demon and felt the fear of heaven fill him.

"You were quite effecient when you hurt that human" The manager said but the sounds just made Remus' head hurt even more.

He parsed his lips and tried to yell out his brother's name but not a single sound came out.

The manager snapped his fingers in front of Remus' face "Listen to me. We want you to go seduce a human and then kill them, okay? It's easy. It's what you said you wanted was it not"

Remus tried to let out a confused whine. Again, nothing.

"Don't worry. You can still talk to humans, I know you're awful at seducing so I wanted to make it a bit easier on you"

The manager placed a knife into the palm of Remus' hand.

"Just make the human sin and then kill them and your twin is going to be alright. Easy. You have my word"

The mention of Roman made Remus nod along even though his head was still spinning too much to even understand.

"Good" The manager half heartedly patted him on the shoulder "The human's name is Janus. Got it"

The manager didn't give him a chance to answer. He pulled Remus along by the arm to the closest door and opened it to earth.

Remus was still trying to yell out to his unconcious brother as he got thrown out onto earth and the door slammed shut behind him.

The rain was pouring down onto the concrete creating puddles around his bare feet. He pulled in the handle and opened his mouth to say the code needed to open the gateway to hell but his heart sank as he realised he couldn't.

He was stuck on earth.

Still he banged his fists against the door until his knuckles were bloody and when he couldn't anymore he took the knife and tried to jam it open but nothing worked.

He hit his head against the door before curling up with the knife close to his chest. The puddles of water reflected his face back to him and he flinched as he saw that a single streak of his hair had turned the exact same shade of white as Remy's hair.

When he opened his mouth he realized his entire tongue had turned white as well.

Janus. The name of the human he was supposed to make sin and then kill filled his mind and soon enough he felt his heart being pulled towards the direction of the human in a similar way to how he had been able to feel where his brother was. His chest ached at the loss of not feeling Roman.

He clinged to the knife in his hand. All he had to do was kill and then everything would be alright again and Roman would be okay and Remy and Emile would be safe and nothing would be wrong.

Like in a trance his feet stumbled forward across the pavement onto the soft grass wet from the rain. The college he was in front of was dark and quiet aside from a lone light shining from the library building.

Remus held the knife tightly as he peered in through the window and saw Janus sitting all alone.