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[the-original-red-devil]

Lurathine sits back down, looking at her hands before looking up at the scarlet demon.

"Well, it was kind of my fault. I didn't listen to my parents and went to the park where all the human kids usually are. I was dumb and naive, and that led to me getting hurt." It almost sounds like Lurathine is trying to blame herself for what happened to her.

Both of the older demons scowl slightly at the words. "The god they worship would be ashamed of them," the man spits softly, and then he huffs, his dark eyes flickering back to the little blue demon. His expression stays stormy for a few moments, and then softens into something more reassuring. "Besides that, I'd say Lils and I have plenty of reason to not want foolish humans running around playing at bloodsport. Maybe it's their turn to be the prey." Lurathine finds herself subject to a soft, almost searching sort of gaze, and the older demon tips his head to one side, thinking. He's quiet for a few moments, looking for the right words. Her worries about the hunties parties were neither unheard nor disregarded, though they weren't something that concerned him. "Only a few of those weapons could do much harm, little one. After all. Judaism, Christianity... the teachings that tell those fools that salt and prayer are dangers to a demon... both were born after we were both fully grown already. They have no effect,"

Lilia snorts softly, and flicks her hair back over her shoulders, adding a remark of her own. "Technically, we're not even 'demons', not like they say. Jus' so close there's no point fussin' over the differences."

[the-original-red-devil]

Whats wrong with darkiplier

...Several things, even if he admits none of them.

[the-original-red-devil]

If Darkiplier comes near Anti again, will you kill him? That is, if he's even killable, being an eldritch horror.

Eldritch? He's no more eldritch than I, and right now... rather a lot weaker. If he touches my boyfriend again, I will gladly do far worse than simply kill him.

[the-original-red-devil]

Who is darkiplier?

A demon I used to know. I don't recommend getting too near him.

[the-original-red-devil]

I dont think im as amazing as you think I am, but your writing is *incredible*

-🧋🖤

Thank you. I still have a lot to improve on, but it's always nice to hear that people enjoy my work. -Kess

[the-original-red-devil]

Thank you for that, i really needed the reassurance :')

-🧋🖤

Anytime. I don't exactly know you, and you have no idea who I am behind a screen and a demonic roleplay account, but: You're amazing. Everyone is, in their own ways.

-Kess

[the-original-red-devil]

Re-reading this, Note for the Admin: you dont even have to answer it, i just needed to get it out somewhere before it consumed me :')

Thank you for reading (but you can skip it if you really want, it is quite pathetic and venty ngl lol)-🧋🖤

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I thought i was loved... that this perfect guy loved (or even at least liked me) he was so kind and gentle to me, more than he was to others, considerate and beautiful and perfect....

Then he... got back with his girlfriend who he was seperated from and....

I do not think anything has felt more painful

He is still kind to me... but he's.... i dont think that i even like him as a crush anymore, but i do still get anxious when he isnt around when i expect him to be, i still save him a seat whenever im on the bus that we both get, i still check in on him when i can, i still want to be his friend, but im scared that... what if he *did* like me...? But he didn't think i liked *him*...?? And now ive lost my chance...?

Everyone around me is falling in love and falling into relationships or being near someone they love and.... it feels like i have no one....? I so desperately want someone to love- my headmates help a little.... but not as much as i need a physical person there *with me* ya know...?

- the broken heart/what's it like to be loved anon (I am also 🧋🖤 anon, i forgot to sign off last time, sorry!)

I'm gonna take this one out of character-- 'cause... you sweet thing. It's okay to feel like this. It's okay to be a mess. It's okay to wish there was someone there to look after you and love you. Everything you're feeling is so totally valid. It's not pathetic, okay? Sometimes... things just don't work the way we hoped. I'm so sorry it didn't work out for you. I know that can hurt, and it's a hurt that can linger. But you'll make it. You'll be okay. There'll be other people that come along, as stupid and hollow as that might sound. Sometimes love comes out of nowhere and surprises you. Just know this - it doesn't make you lesser to be alone when people around you are falling in love. It doesn't mean you're broken. It just means you haven't found your person yet. This might be a little personal to me specifically, but I think all that nonsense about a partner 'completing you' or being 'your other half' is kinda stupid. You're wonderful just the way you are. When you find your someone, it's the person who stands by you and brings out your best. They make you feel safe and warm, but you're just as whole before they come along. Sending you a virtual hug, stranger. You're gonna be okay. - Kess.

[the-original-red-devil]

How.... i dont even know how to word this properly. What...

What is it like to be loved...?

Oh, darlin'...

I've always thought of it like... sunlight breaking through after a storm. Feels like everything will be okay again. Warm and safe. But it's different for everyone, so...

[the-original-red-devil]

Astoria stands outside of The Black Rose, chewing her fingernails. She sighs. It's time to get it over with. Astoria follows another patron into the bar before she loses her nerve, slinking into a corner and sitting in one of the chairs, eyes peeled for the scarlet demon, the one who will be able to provide her with answers. She fiddles with her sleeves, unable to sit still.

There doesn't seem to be much sign of him. The bar is alive with the hustle of evening, patrons laughing and talking. A singer sits up on stage, playing an instrument that's not quite a guitar, possibly a lute or maybe just something entirely inhuman in origin. The musician certainly isn't human, his dark curls have little horns peeking through them, his ears are large, round, and soft with fluff - all that paling in comparison to the shaggy-furred goat legs and cloven hooves. A satyr, it seems. His voice is warm and welcoming, carrying among the babble of voices that forms the background atmosphere. Up at the bar itself, there's a whole collection of nonhuman creatures busy on shift - a demoness with blonde curls, a dark-skinned dryad with flowers blooming through her hair, and a being whose skin shimmers with flickers of light, his scalp alight in a mane of flames. But no sign of the crimson devil, no hints of their boss anywhere.

[the-original-red-devil]

Lurathine is a bit surprised to hear Lilia is immortal. However, she could still be hurt. Lurathine doesn't want people getting hurt going off to hurt those people at the church. It was Lurathine's mess. She opens her mouth to argue and plead with the older demoness again, but is interrupted by the demon she presumes owns the bar.

"Well, it's still scarred, but the holy water is out of my system, so it's fine," she replies. She feels the urge to pull down her sleeve, but she resists. It'll make her look insecure.

The demon gives a slow nod, understanding lighting his dark eyes. He makes a face halfway between a smile and a grimace, and glances at Lilia. Something unspoken seems to pass between them, and the demoness grins rather viciously, a glint of pleased malice flickering through her irises - directed at the church that'd caused the young girl's pain.

A gesture to the couch, inviting her to sit back down. Phantom glides closer, and carefully perches himself on the edge of it.

"You're so young," he sighs softly. "They should never have put a hand on you."

Lilia hisses, very quietly, though the sound is eager rather than hostile. "Can't just let 'em get away with it," she pipes up. "'Ain't right ta hurt a kid, no matter what kind,"

[the-original-red-devil]

"Congratulations," Anti said weakly, his first instinct being to deflect the myriad of overwhelming emotions and try to attempt humour. "For your impressive performance, you win a demon."

He then snuggled firmly into Kaliban's chest and began softly vibrating like a purring cat. Or perhaps purring like a vibrating cat. Either way, purrs and vibrations were present. Anti was faintly aware that as he nuzzled into his beloved, he was smearing blood all over Kal's clothes and his own face. He also didn't appear to care.

"How did you find me? I thought I... honestly, I thought I was going to die there. I was so determined not to sell you out, and I know you said I should, but all I could think about was how badly he could hurt you, and then... like a knight in high-speed armour, there you were. Been dosing up on veloci-tea? Heh."

Although aware he was rambling, it was keeping him from breaking down, so he kept the words flowing until his emotions choked him into silence, then he just buried his nose more firmly into Kaliban and clung to him.

"Thank you," he breathed quietly.

He didn't let go, merely gripped on tighter, pulling the smaller demon against his chest. Wrapping him in his arms, as if he never wanted to let go. "...Mon clair de lune," he murmured, pressing his face gently into Anti's hair, breathing in the scent of him - reassuring himself that the smaller demon was still breathing, mostly unharmed. "My love... darlin'... I- of course I found you. Of course I-- baby boy, didn't I explain it to you? I know when you're in danger now. I can come find you, whenever there's trouble. I promise." His voice shook slightly. More disturbed than he'd care to admit that Darkiplier had gotten his claws anywhere near the little demon wrapped up in his arms. His wings stayed closed around them, shielding them both in a cocoon of feathers. Protected against the world and what lay beyond. One hand traced slowly up and down Anthelion's back, trying to soothe him. He shifted their position, adjusting them both so that his boyfriend's ear was resting against his chest, where the steady pulse of his hearts was clearly audible. "...I've got you, mon cher. It's okay. As long as these hearts beat, I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe."

[the-original-red-devil]

In his distraction, Dark hadn't noticed the smoke that curled through his shadows. Hadn't noticed the shift in the air as wide wings ripped through it. He most certainly did notice being hit by what might as well have been an angry freight train. A knee between the wings. A hand wrapped tight around one of Dark's larger horns, pinning his head down. The soul demon's tail lashed around one of his enemy's arms, twisting it to an angle that drew a shriek from the trapped shadow demon's lips. Three tails thrashed in agony, and Kaliban Loxeio's expression contorted into a vicious snarl. He yanked Dark's head back, pulling his face up from the floor by his horn, eliciting a second yelp, and then a third. The thud of the shadow demon's face smashing against the ground almost muffled his cry of agony. Almost muffled the quiet crunch of a breaking nose. "How dare you touch him?" For a beat, there was silence - except for the sound of two demons panting, one in a subtle fear and the other from exertion at how fast he'd flown to reach this place. Another flurry of movement - but not one of violence this time. One of release - of restraining limbs slipping loose. A catlike leap from one prisoner to another. His wings curved around them both as he wrapped Anti gently in his arms, snapping the threads of shadow away like they were nothing. Holding him close - and paying no mind to the furious snarling of a wounded shadow demon, Phantom fell into smoke, pulling his lover away to safety.

A small whimper came at the pain, Anti's eyes seeming to dim momentarily as he felt the warmth of blood trickling down his face. If eyes were the windows to the soul, his soul was winding down its light and fading out, not wishing to let the outside know that anyone resided beyond the emerald panes.

He supposed that Dark's words might have hurt too, had there been a shred of truth to them. In reality, he hadn't felt so much as nudged towards the bases, let alone pushed through them. He felt like he could relax and show his true self with a man he adored, no pressure, no judgement. In any other situation, he might've actually laughed at Kaliban being called a slut. The taller demon certainly liked to tease but he'd sooner take Anti for a wonderful meal and shower him in compliments than liberate him from his underwear.

"Keep spitting your venom," he murmured softly. "As long as the glass in my moral compass remains intact, I'm not going to feel a single drop."

A low, cruel chuckle escaped the demon at that. "He doesn't give a shit about you," Dark whispered. He leaned a little closer, head on one side, a grin that exposed far too many teeth painting across his face. "Loxeio's a player. He always has been. You're just another plaything to him. You know that, right? I mean... just look at the man. He's made himself so successful. He leaves everyone in the dust eventually. Everyone. You won't be any different." Three tails swished slowly, curled around each other, and unwrapped again, the demon flexing his wings a little. He lifted a hand, claws raised, poised to drag them down Anti's face. "I think I'll make a mess of his newest toy. See how much he really c--" But the sentence went unfinished. A blur - a streak of black and scarlet. An earthshaking crash.

[the-original-red-devil]

"No, it's... It's not rude. It was a church not too far from here, maybe nine blocks away... but you can't go there! They've probably increased the number of hunting patrols out for the next few weeks," Lurathine replies worriedly, genuine fear in her eyes as she speaks about the 'hunting patrols.' The look in Lilia's eyes spells trouble for those people, and Lurathine seems almost frantic as she tries to convince the older demoness to stay away, eyes flicking to the man listening before standing up and looking Lilia dead in the eyes.

"They... they go out armed, looking for demons, supernaturals, anything non-human. They're armed with everything you can think of. Guns, knives, nets, wires, iron, salt, traps, power dampeners, holy water, blessed objects... they find their targets, and either they come back scarred and shaken or don't come out of the church at all. You can't go there!"

The demoness lets out a light laugh, a melodic chime that doesn't at all fit the seriousness of the situation. She stretches her hands, studying her nails, painted in black and scarlet with intricate art. After a moment, though, her green eyes flicker back up to Lurathine, and she gives a wicked grin. "Underestimatin' me, honey," she answers, almost teasingly. Her head tilts, and she folds her arms over her chest, shifting her weight to the other hip. "Ah can't die, for one" By the door, the man lets out a soft sigh, and slips closer into the room. He moves with a silent, fluid grace, cautiously approaching. He stays a comfortable ten feet away, resting in a stance that looks almost balletic, and tucking his hands neatly behind his back. If it weren't for his eyes - just a little too dark to be quite natural - he'd have looked entirely human. Lilia glances at him as he moves, and then adjusts her expression into something more somber. "...How's your shoulder?" the man asked gently, completely focused on the young demon.

[the-original-red-devil]

I'll try that... tomorrow, when i next see him...

I'll figure out a way for it to be not... "clinical" if thst makes sense..? Thank you

-🧋🖤

I wish you luck.

[the-original-red-devil]

"2 along with an extra one.... that's all without PHD... expectations are high but the energy is rock bottom. Trust me it's hell if you asked me lol. It would have been easier to ask for easy money but....i don't work or feel comfortable with not earned money...awards tastes much better when earned , don't you think?"

My, aren't you dedicated... I agree. Anything you have to work for is so much more satisfying.

[the-original-red-devil]

Do you want to have tea party with me? It will be fun and you can bring any plushes along! :)

-Emu Otori☆

I'm afraid I have quite the busy schedule, but one of my Collected might enjoy the company, if you'd let her come along. Her name is Callithie, she's a young elf.

[the-original-red-devil]

How would you know if i have or haven't been talking to him? I have been, but i dont know how to move past from friends to potentially "more"... :')

-🧋🖤

A guess... I know it might not apply to everyone, but-- Try not to be scared of your feelings. I spent far too long wasting my time, worrying that I'd ruin a friendship by confessing. ...you don't want to lose someone you love, having never admitted it to them. It-- it's... Just trust me. If he's as sweet as you say, and you have chemistry... maybe just tell him. Take the leap. --- disclaimer: this is Phantom Lore, admin is bad at romance irl and advice may not be sound