𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡﹙ᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜˢ﹚

/     theme   suckkkkks 

@enimik    /     I   AM   HEREEE

&.        i finally got my muse back.

&.          get on here 

@wiccaanways    ( . . . )       [       she   knew   of   the   mark   that   he   spoke   of.   she   had   seen   it   before,   many   times,   when   they   had   tangled   themselves   underneath   the   sheets.   the   hybrid   nodded,   her   smile   curled   slow   and   dangerous,   like   a   blade   being   unsheathed   in   the   dark.   her   eyes   gleamed   —   a   molten   mix   of   amusement   and   desire,   tinged   with   the   sort   of   hunger   only   a   creature   like   her   could   truly   understand.   she   stepped   forward,   each   movement   fluid,   seductive,   deliberate,   as   though   the   shadows   themselves   parted   just   for   her.      ]      as   you   asked   / so /   nicely.    I’ll   make   pleasurable   for    you,   but   I’ll   make   it   hurt   just   enough   to   make   you   gasp   —   and   then   beg.   not   just   for   the   bite,   but   for   me.   I’ll   make   you   thank   me   for   every   second.     [      she   licked   her    lips   slowly,   her   eyes   glowing   with   unholy   delight.       ]      get   yourself   comfortable   then,   darling. 
            

[ as he listened to her voice, each suggestion enticed him but it was so easy to do so when she made everything sound perfect. he hums feigning thought, ears perking up at every mention before he finally got it. ] you know that little mark on my right thigh? [ he refers to his binding mark, keeping him in this body. when he first got it, he wanted to make sure no one could see it unless he wanted them to. he leans forward, mind racing at the thought of her. ] my skin is terribly sensitive beside it… it’s gonna hurt but i think you’d like that. [ he breaths out, imagining the beautiful pain that would surge through his body. he tries to hide his smile, but can’t. ]  would you do that for me?

@wiccaanways    (  . . .  )      be   careful   what   you   wish   for.     [       an   amused   gleam   formed   within   her   dark   hues,   her   tongue   tracing   over   one   of   the   sharp   points   of   her   fangs.    she   hummed   to   herself,   fingernail   gliding   gently   across   the   base  of   his   throat.       ]       the   neck   is   the   easiest   blood   source.   however,    I   / could /   bite   you   here.     [       she   mused,  her   hands   feather light   against   his   shoulder,   her   daylight   ring   glinting   when   the   light   caught   it.      ]      it   would   hurt   more.   but   somehow,   I   think   you’d   like   that.     [       she   smirked,    before   her    fingers   curled   around   his   wrist.       ]     / or / ,   I   could   bite   you  here.    wrist   or   forearm.   perhaps   more   intimate.     [      selene   leaned   in   closer,    her   voice   lowering   to   a   purr.     ]       or   there’s   the   inside   of   the   thigh   —    the   femoral   artery.  

@koniqs    (  . . .  )     perhaps   I   am.   is   that   / such /   a   bad   thing   ?        [      her   dark   eyebrow   arched   as   she   folded   her   arms   comfortably   over   her   chest,    clicking   her   tongue   impatiently   to   the   roof   of   her   mouth.    she   took   a   daring   step   closer,   a   whirlwind   of   challenge   in   her   hues   as   she   noted   the   subtle   movement   of   his   hand   towards   his   pocket.       ]     hmmm…      have   you   come   here   to   insult   me,   or   do   you   hope   to   kill   me,   darling   ?   because   I   reckon   it’ll   take   more   than   a   / blade /   to   do   that. 
             

@-VAMPIRISMS-           “you must be daft, then. no?” at the tilt of his head, kön mused, his voice void of emotion. darkness lingered beneath his mismatched gaze, a cold credence seeping into the room. her scent clung to the air like a lithe fume, winding through the stillness, swallowed by the wreckage of sin. fingers ghosted toward his blade, his movements slowing—-     measured, deliberate. a predator caught in the sheer tranquility of the moment.      “deranged, are you?”

@koniqs   ( . . . )   ouch.     [      a   genuine,   melodious   laugh   spilled   from   her   lips   at   the   sheer   bluntness   of   his   tone,   amusement   flickering   in   her   dark   eyes.         ]     oh,   könig,   you   wound   me.        [       selene   purred,   placing   a   ringed   hand   over   her   chest   as   if   nursing   a   grave   injury,   though   the   playful   smirk   tugging   at   her   lips   betrayed   her   theatrics.        ]       and   here   I   thought   we   were   bonding  —   sharing   all   these   special   little   moments   together….   [      she   let   her   words   drift   into   a   dramatic   sigh,   head   tilting   ever   so   slightly   as   she   peered   up   at   him,   mischief   dancing   in   her   gaze.      ]       I   think   you   do   like   me—   just   a   little.   not   in   the   sweet,   tender   way,   of   course…   but   in   the   ‘gods,   she   drives   me   insane’   kind   of   way.       [       a   pause.   then,   with   a   devilish   grin,   she   leaned   in   ever  so   slightly,   her   voice   dropping   to   a   conspiratorial   whisper.       ]       which,   I   have   to   say,   only   makes   you   even   more   fun   to   toy   with.

i’m yours. [ he says it as if instinctual, following her kiss. he tilts his head, smiling against her lips with a similar fervor. a calmness washes over him, settling with a passion and creating a feeling indescribable to him. was it security? was it devotion? he felt like it could’ve been both. leaning into her touch, his expression falls slightly. ] i wish i could say the same about the people that i feed from— [ he swallows, shaking his head. hands finally settling around her waist again. ] none of them feel the same as you. 

@wiccaanways   (  . . .  )      that’s   exactly   what   you   are .    you’re   mine   .        [        she    whispered   as   she   tilted   her   chin   up   at   him   ,    before   she   took    the   opportunity   to   kiss   him   .   the   kiss   was   anything   but   hesitant.   it   wasn’t   some   fleeting   brush   of   lips,   nor   was   it   a   frenzied   collision   of   desperation.   no,   this   was   something   else   entirely.   it   was   deliberate,   claiming,   the   kind  of   kiss   that   burned   slow,   seeping   beneath   the   skin,   leaving   its   mark   in   the   form   of   smoldering   embers   that   refused   to   die.   her   hand,   which   had   rested   so   possessively   at   his   throat,   trailed   up,   her   fingers   tracing   the   sharp   angles   of   his   jaw   before   settling   against   his   cheek.      ]       I’d   be   / proving /   that   I   / can /   satisfy   myself   with   a   ‘ petty  mortal ‘ .    a   few   dozen   ,   if   I   must .   are   you   willing   to   watch   me   rain   blood   tonight  to   show   you ? 

call me selfish, call me greedy, call me yours. i don’t care. [ he admires her fangs, swallowing softly as she smiled at him. part of him did want to be who she chose to feed on the more that they spoke; the more that she taunted him with the promise of sweet violence. he leans into her touch, teeth tugging on his lips. his hand that lay on her waist starts to spread, fingers drawing circles on her body. ] what exactly would you be trying to prove? 

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ they truly were. you were my most precious, i did love it when it was you by my side. unfortunately, i’ve had your brother by my side instead and he’s not nearly as exciting as you were.    [  a dramatic disappointed sigh escaped min-ha’s lips, perfectly-manicured fingernails trailing down her neck before her hand came to rest upon her lap. unlike the woman before her, she did not need to stand taller than someone else to exude power—- it was embedded in her very existence. she raised an eyebrow at the comment of jealousy, not at all her intent with the questions.  ]    why would i need to be jealous? i may have mourned your escape but i let you leave, did i not?    [  her hand went to the wine glass selene set down so she could take another sip, relishing in the sweet taste of it.  ]    as long as you do not plan to murder anybody on these grounds or the few humans the work here, you are free to do whatever you please. touch them, and well.. i will have to get my hands dirty again.    [  there’s a pause as she set down the glass, dark gaze flickering up the woman before her.  ]    no one who enters that realm is truly innocent, not even you.

@siIvertonguedevil    (  . . .  )     yes ,    they   were   rather   boring   ,    weren’t   they   ?      [        selene   relished   in   pushing   boundaries ,   getting   under   other   people’s   skin   .   she   saw   beauty   in   the   way   another’s   eyes   would   light   up   in   such   fury   when   all   riled   up  .    she   knew   that   she   had   a   / wonderful /   way   with   words ,    and   she   used   that   to   her   advantage .   a   fanged   grin   appeared   on   her   cherry   red   lips   (  was   it   lipstick   ,   or   the   blood   of   her   enemies  ?    no   one   could   really   tell .     )    at   the   continuation    of   min-ah’s   questions   .    she   trailed   her   tongue   over   her   lips   ,   tapping   the   side   of   the   wine   glass   in   her   grasp   casually .      ]       this   is   beginning   to   sound   an   / awful /   lot   like   an   interrogation .   why   ?    jealous    ?         [       a   mocking   pout   formed   on   her   sharply   defined   features   as   she   clicked   her   tongue   to   the   roof  of   her   mouth .    ]       an   / old   friend / .   he’s   a   rather   fun   murder   buddy .     [        she   chuckled   slowly   ,   placing   the   glass   down   ,    a dark   gleam   within   her   eyes .      ]     i   tortured ,  yes .   but   don’t   forget   that   when   i   was   first   dragged   down   to   hell ,    I   was   innocent .   

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ not many of your siblings had the same attitude as you did, darling. of course you were amusing.    [  min-ha watched the woman walk towards her only to grab her wine and drink it. she would have been annoyed and threatened anyone else who dared, but selene? there was always a soft spot for her, known in the way min-ha simply watches the show while her fingertips brush against her own lips.  ]    who is it? why are you looking for them?    [  the hybrid had deviated from her long ago, tore herself out of the devil’s hands and clawed her way through hell, but that didn’t matter in this moment. selene was as radiant as ever, the hellfire still burning inside of her even if she didn’t want to admit it—- it was a sight that would make even the devil blush.  ]    i don’t usually serve drinks, i simply cover for the lovely woman who does if she can’t make it. ah, well… i never did the torturing myself, hell was just my domain to rule. you and your siblings did the torturing, remember?