Demon Angel AU: Hunger
Just me rambling about possible next chapters turn into an outline for one I´m gonna share to motivate myself to actually write it sometime.
CW// Body dysphoria, cannibalism, explicit descriptions of butchering a human, gore, demon/angel whump, chronic pain, transfiguration, failed murder attempt, non human whumpees/whumpers, muzzles and mentions of suicide.
Thinking about Demon Angel AU again. Specifically about Sann turning into a demon because of the corrosion in the demon´s realm, and exploring the changes his body went through.
The loss of his wings is the one that hurts the most, even if he still has the upper ones, he´s used to using all six so he can´t fly as much as he used to or make the turns in the air he was so fond of. The new tail helps with that but it takes a while to learn how to properly use it to maneuver around. The horns make him have constant headaches or so he thinks until he opens his mouth and finds his canines have turned into fangs. Fangs that rasp against his mouth and ache all the time.
He´s pretty much in pain all the time. He thinks understanding where the pain comes from helps ease it but when a growing ache begins to spread into his limbs and dries his throat, alarm bells go off in his head.
It´s not actual pain, but he definitely aches for something. Headaches getting worse and worse doesn´t help his already bad mood, so after a particularly bad day, he flies off back to the surface.
Albus goes after him of course, but Sann doesn´t want to be found and hides and lurks around as the ache grows prominently until finally, he spots humans close by.
A caravan who doesn´t have any other option but to cross the demon´s valley, he assumes.
At that point, instinct is driving him. A blind reaction to pain he doesn´t understand how to ease, but his new body does. That´s how he feels himself dropping cold over the caravan, tackling a human off their horse into the ground with enough strength to shatter their bones but still live and then, dig his fangs into their neck.
The human is in so much pain, but they manage to put their arm up to shield their neck and even when they hit Sann and pull on his horns to push him away, his jaw is locked. The human takes out a sword then and Sann escapes its swing by a few centimeters. Feathers ruffling and sticking out to his sides as the human paddles away making a trail of blood.
The whiff of it alone, is enough to make him launge forward towards his prey and he would have killed them in one bite if the human didn´t scream for mercy from the gods.
He comes back to his senses and notices he munched up part of the human´s flesh as he spits it on the ground and paddles back and away from the human as fear and shame floods him.
He doesn´t have too long before the rest of the caravan arrives and tries to capture him. He shoots up and hears rocks flying by his head as he quickly goes to hide to the forest. Where Albus is waiting for him at the top of trees to bring him down in a mess of ropes and feathers.
After a moment of panic and of bitterness, Albus puts him down and frees him. With the condition to wear a muzzle and follow him. Sann is outraged, but Albus knows hunger and he´s not stable enough to allow him to go like that.
“I´ll be gentle” he promises, before Sann huffs and then lets Albus work the leather around his face. He can´t open his mouth much, but he can speak some. So he doesn´t lose the chance to ask where he is taking him.
Albus begins to explain he didn´t know the transformation would go that far. But even though he can´t even begin to imagine what going through that is like, he tells him a secret. Sometimes, when he is hungry but doesn´t have the energy to hunt, he goes to a few places that for some reason, the humans seek to end their lives.
It´s easy food and spares him the trouble of killing them. It´s not something that happens all the time, so it´s not good to rely on it as a food source, but he believes showing Sann he can eat without outright taking human´s lifes can help in the future.
Sann is quiet as they reach one of the places Albus suggests and his heart crushes at the sight of a fresh corpse laid over the rocks. He takes a few steps back before Albus catches his wrist.
He can postpone it as much as he wants, but the hunger will only get worse. Even if he tries to eat animals and fruits like before, it won´t be enough. There will be a moment hunger will take all rationality and he will attack anything that moves if he doesn´t eat properly.
Albus offers to do it for him this time, but warns him that at some point, he will have to do it himself.
Sann´s conflict is visible as he lowers his head and whispers “I never wanted to become a demon”
“I know” Albus squeezes his hand before he lets go and kneel, pulling out the knife he carved from his horns, all those months ago, and begins to butcher it. “I know...”
Sann´s unable to look but finds himself salivating at the smell. Instinct overtakes him when Albus extends a tiny piece of it and he grips on his arm so hard, it makes him whimper and then blush at the way he licks his fingers clean.
He shakes the feeling away when Sann´s fangs grace him and the acid of his blood makes Sann snap back. Albus is quick to cover his wound and tries to go back to chopping up the meat, but Sann stops him and carefully takes his own knife out before kneeling next to him, ready to start even if his limbs shake and the only things stopping him from outright eat are Albus himself and the muzzle on his face.
A few hours later, they´re back on their hiding spot, meat drying up with salt next to the window as Sann thinks about Albus´ blood still having a reaction on him. Would it take time until he became a full demon? Or would he stay forever in the middle? If it was not the case, did that mean he could revert it, somehow?
The storm brewing on the horizon made him sigh.
He wouldn´t be able to practice his flight that night either. So he goes to sleep in his cocoon of feathers in resignation. Unknown to him, Albus watches the storm in complete silence, affliction forming like the big gray clouds in the sky as the same questions Sann had formulate on his head.
He knew that if he marched into the woods, through a path illuminated with green fire, it would take him to someone who could give him the answers. For a price.
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007 || Teresa di Vicenzo
Name: Teresa di Vicenzo
Age:
Relationship: married to James Bond (verse depending) exclusive ship
Sexuality: heterosexual
Job:
Faceclaims: Dianna Riggs; Natalie Dormer
Blog written by: @goodcryunicorn3
Teresa was the only daughter of Marc-Ange Draco and his wife, a former English governess, who had met him while he was hiding out from the authorities in Corsica. Draco's wife died when Teresa was twelve; he then sent her to a boarding school in Switzerland. Deprived of a stable home life, Teresa joined the "jet set", committing "one scandal after another"; when Draco cut off her allowance, Teresa committed "a greater folly" out of spite. She later married Italian Count Giulio di Vicenzo who, during their marriage, managed to get a hold of a large portion of her money before eventually leaving her; he subsequently perished while driving a Maserati in the company of one of his mistresses. During this marriage, Teresa had a child, who later passed away due to spinal meningitis.
She first encounters James Bond, speeding past him on the road while he was on his way to the Casino to pay his respects to Vesper Lynd. Later she interrupts a card game that Bond was partaking betting against another player. She loses and does not have the funds to pay up. Gossip starts when she starts talking to the maître de that she had committed a coup de deshonneur. Seeing this, Bond places the tokens in the middle of the table bailing her out claiming the two were playing in a partnership and he got distracted. The pair meet up at Hotel Splendide and make love that night, Tracy claiming it was payment for Bond saving her from the social ostracism of the coup de deshonneur.
Due to her past, Teresa became suicidal until she was saved the next day by Bond while attempting to drown herself in the sea. Her father, Marc-Ange, pleaded with Bond to continue to see Tracy, claiming that their relationship had changed her for the better. Initially Bond refused saying she need a psychiatrist, not him; however, he later changed his mind when Marc-Ange offered his resources for anything Bond desired. Since the events of Operation Thunderball and the demise of SPECTRE, Bond had been on Operation Bedlam, hunting for Ernst Stavro Blofeld and at one point was willing to retire from MI6 because he felt the hunt was folly and that his services and abilities could be used better. Using Marc-Ange's resources, however, Bond was able to track Blofeld to Switzerland.
In return Bond continued to see Tracy, whom he acknowledged he cared and sympathized for. The two again meet and consort on Marc-Ange's boat, this time with genuine enthusiasm on Tracy's part. She agrees with Bond and her father that she needs help and agrees to go to a psychiatric clinic. By this time Bond fell in love with her, as she with him. Under the promise from Bond that they would reunite after her recovery from her mental strains she goes to a Swiss clinic for mental health.
Later, by chance, Bond and Tracy meet on Christmas eve in the Swiss Alps. Bond was on the run from SPECTRE and Tracy aids him in contacting MI6 with Blofeld's location and sees him to an airport. While there Bond proposes to Tracy. Later, her father aids Bond in assaulting Piz Gloria to capture Blofeld, but to no avail.
Tracy marries Bond in a registry office in Munich and then go on their honeymoon. While driving, Blofeld and Irma Bunt attampt a drive-by shooting on Tracy and Bond causing them to crash. Bond awakens and finds Tracy, dead, who has killed on impact whilst he was completely injury free. A short while later, a road patrol officer finds Bond cradling a dead Tracy claiming they had "All the time in the world".
VERSES
Teresa di Vicenzo verse. She lives!
this verse is based on the aftermath of being shot, Teresa is put into a coma for five months and eventually wakes up with no memories of being shot.
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I hope no one who supported Israel, I hope no one who said “Israel has the right to defend itself”, I hope no one that stayed silent, I hope no one that stayed neutral, I hope no one who cried “both sides”, I hope no one preaching “nuance”, EVER gets to experience another peaceful day again. I hope every last one of them suffers for the remainder of their lives. I hope the guilt eats at them every single day to the point they can’t take it anymore and they choose to do the world a favour and off themselves. I hope every last one of them pays severely for their crimes and for their support of genocide. I hope their very existence is plagued with nightmares. I hope they experience what it’s like to have never ending bombs rain over their heads.
Whatever happens in Gaza tonight or tomorrow or after, know that we won’t forget and we will never forgive.
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