delia grimhilde

KYLE MANUEL VALENTI Where Have All The Cowboys Gone | S01E04

@lunaticlockwood

Oh she knew that would work. "Excellent."

Astra sat across from her and opened up her laptop before looking at her expectantly. "I just have a few questions about Atlantis and I want to ensure the accuracy. I won't ask about its location because that is confidential. But how.... how does it function underwater? What sort of technology does it possess? Are you able to breathe down there without assistance? What about the water pressure, does that not bother the residents or are they protected in some way? Are mermaids real???"

"Astra honey you might be a goddess but you're coming off as an investigative reporter. I have to ask, is that the persona you're using to blend in? Like me personally, I've been adjusting as a history professor at the city's top university. It's our version of a superhero cover."

"Let me start off by saying- it possesses technology that is an advanced form of ancient discoveries. Hydraulic force, simple pully motions, and possession of crystal magic and force fields always help. There is a mixture of science and magic that the Atlanteans figured out way before anyone else, but modern age only diminishes them as fake stories and myths. And of course mermaids are as real as you and me. I have a friend who is a siren! She told me dolphins are the true evils of the sea."

@theasteria

@lunaticlockwood

Will was exceptionally quiet. It felt like someone was drilling into a nearby wall, his head pounding like it did. He'd get over it. It'd last a day and he'd be fine. Wasn't as if he'd never had a hangover before. It was the remarkable way he'd acclaimed it this time that had him confused.

Delia was a demon. That was a concept he still hadn't quite grasped, but could now no longer deny. A demon who fed off sexual energy. It sounded like a fairytale - the good kind too - but it came with its downsides, clearly. Delia's hands rubbing over his skin made Will lean into her touch. He winced here and there, because not only was his head painful, his muscles seemed awfully tight as well. But after a while he relaxed some more. Until she mentioned the tea.

The softest of snorts followed. "Why can't I have coffee again?" Tea. What a joke. Will did not recall the last time he'd drank tea. Then again, he did not recall a whole lot right now due to this blasting headache. Her next question had him reaching for her hand. "Not particularly." Eating would probably be good, but he wasn't very much in the mood for it. "I'd like a hug, though. If you don't mind?"

Who could resist those puppy dog eyes?

"This is a special tea. You know what makes this tea special? It's made by my own hands, so there's love mixed into it." That and she was fresh out of coffee, because a little miss succubus's coffee addiction went haywire and she cut herself off. It was the first step in her plan of combatting her caffeine addiction. Will can just have coffee at his own place, or at that lil bakery they visit now and then.

Also, Delia didn't need coffee. Not now, after harvesting the sexual energy she was the most energetic she has ever been!

"A hug? Sweetie," she cooed and went over, wrapping her arms around his frame. She was hoping some of her own energy would seep into him. No, it didn't work the other way around, apparently. Will would make such a nice incubus, given his sex drive. Alas, she had to fall in love with the absolutely normal human. She sat beside and lifted the tea to his lips, a mix of herbal blends that tasted very... well, herbal-y. A little bitter, and had the taste of grass too. But it should do the trick of getting rid of his headache, as she can see it taking effect already.

"I'm going to stay here all day with you, and if you fall asleep I'll work on my novel. But you should know that no matter what, I'm sticking to your side, Will. That's the least I can do... and well, I love you and I'm desperately clingy." She playfully teased, leaning her head over on his lap.

"Do you remember the pasta I made for you that first night you came over to my place? The one with the juicy meatballs?"

@worldofsenelfy

Trinity was trying to gauge Delia's words and desire to talk about the warlock. After all he had been hurt when he'd been deposited on her river bank and she had no idea who or how besides that it was with a strong magic.

While some would certainly call him a Sea Monster, it was no surprise to Trinity that he had saved Delia's life. She'd seen his protectiveness from time to time, little flashes after a nightmare even though he knew that the sanctuary was the safest place he could be. A little smile came to her lips. "That doesn't surprise me in the least." She admitted, slowly taking the spoon from the woman. She didn't pause and the question about liking him though, nodding as she chewed and looked back at Delia.

"What not to like?" She asked once she had swallowed. "He's a sweet man...though I must admit- he didn't act like he was....um....involved." She added on carefully. She didn't want to get him in trouble with the gorgeous woman in front of her. Perhaps she'd misread his affection. It would be the first time she'd assumed something of someone who was actually just merely passing through.

They were going to talk about the Warlock sooner or later, so Delia decided she should talk about her side of events so Trinity could actually know. The witch had such a big heart and she did not want to do anything to remotely seem like betrayal.

"I should clarify, I know Ulysses for more than a few years now. Before I became well, the demonic succubi that I am now, I was a mere demon who was locked up in the lair of a terrible, terrible man. He used dark magic and trapped me with incantations, and tormented me because he thought it would grant him salvation. Ulysses killed that man, and set me free. I owe him so much- but he refuses to acknowledge it. Said it was something he had to do, but he also told me to stay away from him. I am not sure why."

She shook her head, "I am not involved with him, quite the opposite. I miss my friend, though. It's been a lonely existence..."

@sincerexsiren

A small smile greets her lips at the other's response. Though she'd mostly been teasing, it was a genuine compliment to the other. Isabelle has always found Delia to be quite beautiful.

"I've been alright... A little busy for arson but I'm sure I can make time for it soon. What about you?" She pauses, realizing she should be more specific, her fingers flexing in the other's hands, "I mean, how are you? Not asking about arson."

"See, your thing is arson and I really admire that. It's like you have intrusive thoughts that you don't try to fight. It's so unique, and totally you, Isabelle."

She gave the girl a flirty look, edging closer to her as she took her fingers and brought them to her hands to investigate. "My, what warm hands you have. Are you sure you haven't been doing some form of your fire-power? Maybe to heat something up?"

@qceensofkings

Hearing how the other talked about butterflies made Gia smile, it seemed they had something in common "I definitely compare us, women to butterflies, all the time!, I'm happy to know that there are more girls that get it!" she said pleased.

"I've been attracted to butterflies for as long as I can remember, always drawing them in my notebooks, over and over again..." Gia made a gesture in the air as if she was drawing one in that very moment. "I just... love them."

Then she turned back to picking some peaches from the fruit market where they met, but kept listening and talking to Delia "I actually think you've been sent to me, my dreams are like bad indie movies, and all is so vivid and... Ugh!... I think I need some therapy..." For that and more.

"And forgive me for sounding like a cliche right now..." Gia rolled her eyes playfully saying this and turning to Delia with a peach in hand "But, do you have room for a new patient?"

"Of course I get it! I am so glad we have like minds," she grinned widely, already liking the girl and the fact that they can enjoy a conversation over something as simple as the topic of butterflies. Delia loved symbolism and that came from her experience as a dream-interpreter. She believed there was more than just the scientific facts, more than simply your brain blending random trauma and experiences and playing it back. Dreams shaped reality, and the future, so why not put more effort into understanding it?

"Perhaps I have, and now you've really caught my attention... I would love to scratch and untangle that mind of yours, Gia."

She laughed, "no cliché about it. I can give you my business card and you can schedule it based on the openings. In the summertime I don't get that busy, so it leaves me plenty of time for new patients. I'll be happy to be your doctor. But I do have a question- where did you get such a juicy peach?"

Pointing to the fruit, "I mean literally, the one in your hand."

@interestellar-butterfly

Alexandra Elisa 

“Any goddess who doesn’t give morals what they want they call a demon.”  Trinity pointed out truthfully.  While she was human, she was far from Mortal and honestly, she wasn’t the first demon or succumbi that Trinity had met in her lifetime, though she was far more lovely than she remembered the last one being.  Peeling herself from the wall, she made sure the bandage was tight around her hair from where she had opened it. 

“Perhaps I’m making the offering to you then, if you’re called to it?”  She reasoned with a little smile.  She paused at her offer.  “That would be nice but…”  She held up her hand to show the bandage.  “Primordial blood of witches.”  She reasoned, not shy about it.  It was a simple fact that she was descended form the oldest of old witches- the kinds that were banished to islands and murdered their own children in the name of female rage.  Not that she would ever do such a thing.  She hadn’t had her own children because she didn’t want to sacrifice them to the same fate she’d been. 

Lowering her hand she frowned, seeing that the skin was withering and blacken ugly around the cut.  It had only been almost an hour.  She would need to move fast and get home soon. 

"An offering... to me?"

Now it all made perfect sense! Why Delia was being called here, an ancient temple of all places. The succubi knew that her powers drew from mystic sources, and such a creature had links to ancient goddesses. Motherhood, fertility, strength, lust, dreams, all were connected in the ancient stars, for mortals to differentiate and make sense.

"I heard about such occurrences, but it is the first time this is happening to me. Perhaps my link to Hathor is growing stronger."

Hathor was the Egyptian deity that Delia was linked to, and now she wondered about other links to witches. Over the years Delia met several witches, so it was nothing new to her. Hence, she felt a sense of familiarity and comfort already, looking softly at the girl over the lit candles.

"Poor girl. My dear, we need to get you healed. No worries, I'm here for you. Tell me, what is it that I can do for you, little one? Where are you from?"

@sincerexsiren

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