#sverse;thedevilspurgation

[perpetualshade]

derringer-merylstryfe

She’d been around him with others. She’d seen the way he held himself. Powerful. Guarded. Confident. So when she woke up, turned to see him calm and relaxed against her, she found herself in awe. The way he looked when he didn’t have to look powerful. That’s what she missed. This Belial. Her Belial. She kissed his chin. She knew it wouldn’t take much to wake him up. It never did. “You broke me, sir. I expect an apology.” She murmured. 

☨- The sleeping darkness could be heard deeply purring, thou he would argue that it was just his bad habit of snoring. He was so comfortable lying there next to her, it felt nostalgic of how he would slumber in his once primordial days before energy flowed. She was right however that he was easy to wake. Groaning in slight displeasure but pawing out his big hands searching until he could grasp and squeeze some part of her. Mostly her hip or her ass. “Mm-sorry for breakin’ your table.” He mumbled sleepily. “And your window...The wall.”

 Brows scrunched together first before he cracked a single black snake eye at her. “You ok?” The concern was coated despite his snarky mood. Slowly turning to lay on his stomach, he used the pillow to prop himself up, giving her a once over. She was breathtaking, with her bed hair, the markings of passion left on her, and how serene she sound when speaking to him. 

“Damn you’re fuckin pretty lookin like that.”

[perpetualshade]

@derringer-merylstryfe​

This was a bad idea, she thought, padding over to her dresser. Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea... But she slipped on a pair of pajama pants and picked up the small box in the drawer. She never discarded it. Who knew what could happen if this ring fell into the wrong hands.

It was a bad idea. She reminded herself. But she blew over the ring, voice soft. "Belial."

☨- The ring would give off a soft sparkling hue of crimson before drowning in obsidian. All the shadows in her home would rush forward into a large pool on the floor in front of her, alive and swirling. Until it took shape of the one Meryl summoned. Stepping out was the Devil himself. Curled horns and broken antlers on full display. Cracks in his glamour exposing his draconic features. Belial appeared with rage and on the notion to slay whoever dared caused his ex-girlfriend to summon him. 

For clearly she would only ever request his presence, if she was placed in situation that her life was at absolute risk. The cryptid had his fangs bared and predatory eyes scanning the room. In both extended claws he held his cat shaped coffee cup and one of his  marlow white sabers he’s crafted from his own essence; elated with their full purpose to loyally cut down all that would oppose their master. Both raised as he took the stance of a wild large cat protecting it’s pride. 

Only to find there was no threat... Immediately Belial dropped the god slaying appearance and looked confused as hell at Meryl who just stared him. Was he suddenly feeling nervous? Wasn’t this invasion of her privacy? He couldn't bring himself to ask what was wrong because it just has been so long since he even looked at her. Fuck she was so beautiful, even in her sleep clothes. Never mind the fact he was literally in just his tight fit boxers and a shoddy robe. 

“...Um, You--summoned me?”

[perpetualshade]

"Why don't you go read Twilight or something."

☨- "The fact you know what that is, tells me a lot about your experiences in romanticism." And it's disgustingly dull.

[perpetualshade]

🚧  UNDER CONSTRUCTION:  🚧  

Please do not panic. Or do, I ain’t ya momma.

Tag Dump.

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Meryl is just going to come back from the bar a little tipsy. It was a long shift and she needed just a couple shots. But now she's home and she's cuddling up against Belial as close as she can get.

☨- Belial for the most part of staying on Gunsmoke lived in Meryl's home. The comfortable scent of her lingering on all of her belongings surrounded him and left him in a calmed state. At first he'd visit and stay a night or two when his mind would teeter on the edge of ruins. Often he'd pop in to leave Meryl gifts from other places he's visited to surprise her. But over time the Devil just slowly inserted his belongings to mingle with hers. He'd make a point to be home before she was to welcome her. Making a late dinner and letting her vent about her day. Today though he just felt like being a lazy feline on her couch. Dressed in nothing but his silky grey robe with a book in his hand. Laws of Human Nature was the title printed.

He heard Meryl enter through the door and peered up at her. "Welcome home-" And now she was cuddled and tucked into his hip side on the couch, somehow managing to squeeze between him and the thick cushions. She seemed so tiny being squished up against him. Belial blinked, having never seen her move so fast, let alone crawl haphazardly over the furniture like that. "Rough day Babe?" He inquired while laying his hand on her shoulder to rub it affectionately. The scent of alcohol was not lost on him either. A wry smirk painting his features as he teased her. "How many shots did you do?"

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She has a request. "Can I have a flower? A yellow one?"

☨- The request is heard, and of course, he'd do anything to fulfill it. "Just one?" He asks curiously. Surely she ought to have several dozens. The Devil tucks his hand behind his back and retrieves a single flower. Well, sort of. Knowing Meryl, she'd nag him for overdoing it. Presents to her a small shrub of the Japanese Rose. Although they look delicate, they are exceptionally tough and not at all fussy. Much like his woman.