dear demons

About demons.

Dear anon, who asked about otauri&victuri, my blessings to u, because without you I wouldn`t do this. <3
Firstly, let me show you the clothes sketch-designs of previous pair

+ Yuri

Also I have Victor, but I don`t want to show spoilers, because of this comics. Runs are real(Halagaz, Isa, Pert, Dagaz, Berkana(would be on Victor) - you can read about it free in the different sourses.
Hope you like it - this is the story about meeting each other in demon!au, enjoy, I love you <3

…With a human, that was my victim

Keep Going, It's Okay

Dear Angels,

I know this is the world you once protected from above, so, spread your wings, even if they can’t be seen and protect the ones you love. And even the ones you don’t, let them feel your holiness and calm.

Dear Gods,

I know it’s a little rough watching the world you created get destroyed, but you can always keep it in your hearts that you can create another, even with human hands.

Dear Demons,

I know you’re angry, and you want to unfurl your wings and bare your fangs, but that’s okay. Keep feeling everything your feeling and know you can walk with your head high despite it all.

Dear Faes,

I know it’s hard, and that sometimes you want to join arms and feel

different emotions, but dance the dances only you remember, let the music you were born with flood your senses and take you away.

Dear Galaxies,

Can you still feel the way the stardust washed over you? And how the other stars around you breathed? Remember that, it’ll make this life all worth while to know that you have experienced things no other human has.

Frozen in his Fate

So this little ficlet is for the very lovely @mysteryprof​ for their birthday. I am terribly sorry for not getting this to you earlier, but I had a busy day! Hope your birthday was fun!!! Enjoy, my dear!!!

Prompt: Hanzo’s Demon skin from the Halloween Terror event

It had been many years, decades even, since the demon had let himself become attached to another creature. Attachment led to fondness, and fondness led to weakness… and weakness could be exploited by those who would wish to control him. So this particular demon dwelled apart from his brethren, those he used to consider family. Alone, he felt safe. Alone, the demon felt at peace.

The demon chuckled to himself. ‘A demon at peace with itself… preposterous…’ he thought while staring up at the cold winter moon. “There is no peace for those damned beyond redemption,” he murmured to the barren forest as a light snow began to fall among the trees.

The demon looked down at his arm, at the tattoo snaking up from the wrist onto his chest. The design was a reminder of the demon’s late blood brother. By branding his very skin with his brother’s face, the demon would always be reminded of what he had done to his brother, to their family.

But that had been many centuries ago, and by now both brothers had come to terms with what they had become. Yet that did not mean that the demon regretted his actions, his mistakes. For years now, he had been searching for something to finally end their everlasting torment; even if he knew his destiny was already set in stone, he still searched.

The demon sighed as he closed his eyes, remembering the agonies he had wreaked upon his family all those years ago. He would never forget the monstrous shadows he saw in the fires consuming his family’s home. The cries of helpless nobles from atop the highest temple floor and the echoing wails of servants trapped behind walls of fire… and it was in those flames that he saw what he had become. Those were the flames he had pushed his brother into… only to see the younger man emerge from the inferno, his dragon’s aura flickering around his body…


A howl ripped through the calm winter air, pulling the demon back into the present. He looked up, the emptiness of his eyes reflecting the moon’s harsh light. “So this fool is back… again,” he growled quietly as he readied himself for a fight. Ever since that night, the demon did not enjoy any sort of hostile engagement. Losing his dragons might have had more of an impact on his abilities than the demon would like to admit, but he still was able to take down his prey.

A shadow slipped into the demon’s view, moving low across the ground until it was a few meters away from where the demon stood. He looked at the mysterious shadow warily, slowly preparing to fire an arrow from his Hellbow. The shadow jerkily moved to stand on two legs, its face suddenly struck by the moonlight. The demon tightened his grip on his bow, memories flooding back to him all too quickly.

A man, his brown eyes twinkling as a laugh sounded from his lips… The moon reflecting off the mirrored surface of a lake deep in the woods… Night after of night of unbridled passion… The dark walls of the cave echoing the sounds they made together… Running his hands through his partner’s soft hair… Breathing in the scents of the forest that always seemed to cling to his lover’s clothes…

Long tangled locks of matted hair fell past the man’s face, blood dripping from his mouth. He looked up at the demon, the pleading look in his eyes quickly succumbing to one of ravenous hunger and insatiable lust. “Ya should know by now that ya can’t ever run from me, darlin’… I’ll always sniff out that sweet scent of yours,” the beastly man snarled at the demon, a nasty grin spreading across his face.

The demon sighed again, earning a chuckle from the other. “What, nothin’ to say to me, sugar? How long has it been, a few years?” The man slowly began to walk towards the demon, each of his words laced with venomous intent.

The demon bowed his head slightly, taking a shallow breath before speaking softly. “You are not the first beast they have sent to kill me, nor will you be the last,” he said, raising his gaze to meet his former lover’s bloodshot eyes. ‘Dead eyes…’ he mused to himself as he drew back the arrow he had nocked not moments before.

The demon’s voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, but he knew the other man could hear it perfectly.

“You are already dead.”

The arrow flew straight and true, as all his shots did. The beast that was once the most precious person to him fell to the icy ground with a dull thud. The demon stood there for a moment staring at the body before turning and walking deeper into the frozen forest, his mantra  repeating over in his mind.

‘With every death, comes honor. With honor, redemption.’

“Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide”

- Demons, Imagine Dragons


“I’m a god! I’m all-powerful! Uwee-hee-hee… I’ll collect more Espers I’ll extract their magic… And then… I’ll revive the Warring Triad!“
Kefka Pallazo

The Warring Triad - The Gods of Magic (Demon, Fiend and Goddess) from FFVI in FFXIV

rest in pieces, you meme-loving fuck