#kiss the devil

[scuttlingcrab]

Raphael reacting to being given a surprise little peck on the cheek. Just a brief and sweet little thing and the kisser is already gone before he can really do anything.

I made it so Tav kissed Raphael on the lips instead, brief and sweet as you suggested; but still shocking to the Devil, hehe. Tav always seems to get Raphael's knickers in a twist.

Summary: Raphael is fuming after Tav shows absolutely zero decorum, kissing him in the middle of an important meeting between prospective clients. How will the Devil manage? 

Link to my other work in the Devil's Archive.

Only a Kiss

(Image via certifieddilfenjoyer)

The Devil gingerly sipped his wine, no longer cringing at its watered down consistency. Each taste allowed him to make a careful observation of the reception, a mere glance was all he needed to sense whether the evening was going in his favour. And it most certainly was, despite it feeling like he was stuck in an infinite loop of monotony.

Raphael stood in the dining hall of a soon-to-be forgotten Duchess. A group of Faerûn’s most politically influential women surrounded him, cramming into the room like fish in a barrel. These parties were all nonsense to Raphael, another trite characteristic of his role as the resident Devil. 

The establishment was stuffy, not due to the growing crowd, but from the obvious lack of taste. Paintings decorated every inch of the walls, statues filled every corner, and none of the art seemed to co-exist. Each piece was random, gaudy, and only attempted to achieve one thing to any unlucky guest who was smart enough to see through the facade. 

Wealth! Status! Luxury! A tawdry display and an overt cry for help. 

Raphael pursed his lips. Was he the only one there who had even a sliver of self-respect? Who understood the complexities of art?

But of course he was. 

The evening was growing late and these mortals were on the verge of tipping over, their goblets overflowing with the very wine that coursed through their veins. Raphael was stuck entertaining them until they signed his contract.

It didn't matter. He would consume their souls and move on; just a little longer and this next batch of cattle would be herded into their pens for slaughter.

Raphael opened his mouth as he prepared to continue the dragging exchange, but he was taken by a sudden gush of air. Within seconds, his mouth was locked with a stranger's in a delicate kiss.

He blinked, a pair of striking blue eyes within inches of his own. Soft hands cradled his face. Cloves and roses. That smell. Those eyes. The sheer display of indecency. Tav. 

The fleeting act stunned the Devil. Before he could speak, move, or incincinerate; Tav winked, quickly disappearing into the crowd. 

“Lord Raphael! I didn’t realise…” One guest began. 

The herd of women grew excited, sharing hushed whispers with each other. A few of them began giggling. 

“Far from it, I’m afraid.” Raphael cleared his throat, adjusting his collar.  

“Well, that kiss told me everything I needed to know.” Another woman continued. She raised her brows high, a suggestive glint growing brighter in her eyes. “Your reputation precedes you, my Lord. Perhaps we can look at adding something similar to our agreement?”

He was going to destroy Tav, remove them from existence once and for all.

A thousand deadly thoughts ran through his mind at once, causing him to go into overdrive. The things he could do to them. Would do to them. He would make them beg for forgiveness, in every way imaginable, before he would even consider giving them the freedom of death.

“Of course I'm always open to discussing terms with prospective clients… but I am unfortunately unavailable.” Raphael responded. 

The women groaned in disappointment, a few of them, the richest ones, dismissed Raphael almost instantly. As they began to break away from the group, he could feel the threads of his perfect plan unravelling. Chaos closed in, circling him, suffocating him.  

“No need to fret, my dears. I have something for you that I don’t offer to just anyone, guaranteed to exceed all expectations. You will find them a far more pleasant experience, I’m sure.” 

This not only stopped the women from disbanding, but actually seemed to excite them. 

“Oh my Lord, forever a tease. Do tell us more!” One of them shouted. 

Raphael’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the empty chalice. He could feel his internal temperature bubbling as it rose. The chalice began to bend from the heat, slowly drooping like a dying flower.

He bit the side of his tongue, bowing respectfully. 

“I operate under the shadow of discretion. If you will allow me, you’ll soon be able to have a little taste, and discover first hand what awaits you upon signature.”

As the women huddled closer to Raphael, devouring every word from his lips, he searched the room for the culprit. That vile, unhonorable creature. He spotted them at the far end of the room, chatting with an unfamiliar face. 

He continued to glare at Tav, hoping his scathing gaze would pierce through their chest. The longer he stared at them, the more he hoped they’d feel his eyes on them; daring them to glance in his direction.  

When there was no response, Raphael set the tip of Tav’s outfit on fire with a flick of his wrist. He watched in pleasure as the flames slowly grew, nearly reaching their knees before they reacted to the warmth.

Tav jumped back, quickly killing the flames with a spell. Their cheeks grew redder as they tried to laugh off the embarrassment. Tav rubbed the back of their neck, looking around the room until their eyes caught Raphael’s. 

The Devil tilted his head in acknowledgment, a smile filled with scorn and amusement overtaking his lips. 

Try something like that again, little mouse, his expression hoped to convey; and he’ll be sure to leave them with permanent scars next time. 

Raphael soon discarded Tav from his mind, he wouldn’t waste anymore time thinking about that creature. He gathered the rest of his energy for the upcoming engagement at hand, the final one of the evening.

“Madams,” he began, turning back to the women. “This soirée has grown rather dull. Perhaps it’s time we move things somewhere more secluded as we close our deal? I think my House of Hope would suffice, no? Besides, there is someone who is dying to make your acquaintance.”

[indubioprocoffee]

Satanic Panic - Suptober23

"Cas!" Dean cried as the door to the Men of Letters bunker opened. Long lost Castiel appeared on the gallery. Dean jumped up so fast, his chair fell over.

"Hello, Dean."

Something about Castiel was different, but Dean couldn't quite grasp it. Maybe it was his appearance, he looked weirdly disarranged. His trenchcoat was rumpled, his tie loosened, about three buttons of his shirt were open, allowing a promising look at the pale flesh beneath and it wasn't tucked neatly into his pants. Not to mention the more than usual sex hair. Either Castiel was ambushed and had to defend himself or ... he had something Dean would call a 'fun night'.

"Hey, man. What happend?" Dean asked. "We were worried. I was worried."

"I'm sorry, Dean. There was important business I had to attend."

Dean stepped closer, both of his hands laying on Cas shoulders. "Don't ever do this to me again, man. I missed you." He went in for a hug. Castiels body felt good against his own. Having him back felt like he could finally breath again.

His hands around Cas neck he looked into the deep blue eyes. His stomach felt tingly.

"I missed you too," Cas whispered.

Their lips brushed together gently. But what should feel like coming home, felt cold and just wrong.

Dean slowly retreated, drawing his gun from his belt. This wasn't Cas.

"Getting the guns out already? No foreplay?" Not-Cas smugly asked.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, Dean. I'm everything you ever wanted."

[aritaylor-ix]

S U R R E N D E R to me 🖤

[technically-human]

Charles, you can't just say stuff

[rastronomicals]

8:21 PM EST December 20, 2023:

Eagles of Death Metal - “Kiss the Devil” From the album Peace Love Death Metal (March 23, 2004)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Hanging Out With Josh Homme Rock

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[ririarts]

Inexperienced blade follows the vampire into the forest~

Wyll needs to get pampered and kissed and teased the hell out of and i will forever stand by that

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[ariaste]

Me: [sees everyone talking about how Assad Zaman was "literally" coming up with RPF about himself and Eric Bogosian in an interview]

Me: ah, fandom's doing its little "interpret an innocent comment in Some Kind Of Way" thing again, let's go find the video and do our own critical thinking about what was actually said here--

Assad: What would happen if I said-- [words that cannot be interpreted as anything but RPF fanfic]

Me:

Me: ok fandom gets a pass on this one actually

[fire-gift]

Feast your eyes on this special extended look at Season 2 of Interview With The Vampire. May 12 on AMC and AMC+. (c)

[mercenaryg]

They told me that is I kissed her I would Kiss The Devil. I don't see how an angel such has her could have an evil side.

[emyryld]

I don't remember who I owe a forehead kiss to, but here it is, hope you like it 😉 Vive le Romy!!!!

[neonghozt]

Medic medic

Angel medic doesn't do shit actually

[aritaylor-ix]

“And it feels like Heaven when I kiss the Devil” 🖤

IG: @ aritaylor_ix

[tembryo]

happy pride month to mastercard

hi guys i finally drew the Best Lesbians Ever again for pride month apologies for not posting i was DOING EXAMS and GRADUTATING but im normal now time to get my gay on

[rastronomicals]

9:03 AM EDT October 9, 2023:

Eagles of Death Metal - "Kiss The Devil" From the album Peace Love Death Metal (March 23, 2004)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Hanging Out With Josh Homme Rock

[high-in-the-tower]

"DEVILS MINION MEET CUTE 😍‼️" and it's Armand putting Daniel in a saw trap for 4 days