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Started March 26, 2022 by Deleted user

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(I’m going to give Lis some trauma.)

Wrath watched through the trees, sitting upon a branch and sipping tea. He couldn’t believe that dumb hellhound had tried to kill Lust. What was his fucking problem? It’s just a stupid cat. At least she survived. He spotted the hellhound’s lover— the little elf picking flowers for who knows what. Did she think her boyfriend had died or was she going to pick flowers for a special occasion? He did not care. He was going to make the hound pay with such a perfect experiment. Anyone who knew Wrath knew he liked his blood experiments. He leaped down from his spot in the tree, strolling over to the elf. He put his arm around her. “Afternoon, madame. I see you are picking flowers. Not something you usually do. Planning something special? I am.” He smiled crookedly. Grabbing Lis around the arm tightly, he slammed her to the ground, resisting all her attempts to break free. He put a gag around her mouth and tied her hands up. Wrath dragged Lis into the forest by the waist, trying to keep her feet from dragging along the floor.

Wrath teleported back to Hell and smiled at the kidnapped elf. He sat her on his throne, untying her binds and ungagged her. He tied her hands to the arms of his throne. “Want to be a queen?” He remarked. “Right, you lost that chance! And you’re courting a hellhound? It's disgusting. They are of no status. I’m better for you.” He had some wicked ideas. He walked away scowling, soon returning with a needle. “This might hurt. What am I saying? IT WILL HURT.” Wrath stabbed it in her arm, a strange mixture in it. Angel blood.

(Ah yes, the devil forcing Lis into a relationship)

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Bane got out of bed, apologizing to Naize for swatting at her. He walked outside the door. His shirt ripped to all hell that he basically wasn’t wearing one. His hair was fluffed up from being bedridden, and he searched for Lis. She liked being outdoors. It was her thing. He looked around confused, and noticed the trampled flowers and grass. There were two different footsteps that mingled with each other. Two scents collided. Wrath and Lis. OH HELL NO. THAT BITCH WASN’T GETTING AWAY WITH ANOTHER ATTEMPT TO HURT HIM. He growled at nothing, letting out another howl similar to the one that summoned Seriph and ran Luna off. Bane picked up pieces of cloth and made a fist. His claws dug deep into his palm as his eyes grew red. He was going to burn this forest. Bane summoned a ball of blazing blue fire, embers crackling in the air. He couldn’t think straight and his vision was unstable. All that consumed him was murder and Lis. And Lis clearly was not here.

Osiris stirred noticing a missing warm embrace and the howls of his cousin. He sat up feeling cold and lonely. His boyfriend was missing. Osiris started to whine, curling up into a little ball and dragging the sheets over him. The sultry wolf could wait for a lifetime to see if Devon came back or not. Osiris knew he’d get out of bed without him unless something dire was occurring. He shook at the howls of his cousin, another set of strong vocals that read ‘My girlfriend has gone missing’, and Osiris knew if this turning into courting and ended with a union, it would be worse if she disappeared on him. Osie on the other hand? He just whined and waited.

Devon came back..a few hours after he left, he appeared in the corner of the room, his wings wrapped around him, separating him from the world. He had done it again… the last time he ended up with a knife in his leg, this time he was lucky. He was just…covered in blood…from…well he didn't know..but he could guess.

“Buttercup?” Osiris questioned. “Buttercup!” the doggie pulled the sheet off of him, his wolf tail going nuts. He ignored the fact Devon was covered in blood. Do most dogs know that their own could be a serial killer? No. They're just happy to see them. Osiris managed to pull himself out of bed to investigate.

Devon wrapped his wings around himself, locking Osiris out. He hugged his knees to his chest, he didn't want Osiris to see him..not like this…it wasn't something he was proud of..or ok with showing…

Osiris started to whine and then cry. He didn't like being locked out. He returned to his nest and curled into a ball. He hid under the sheets and curled his tail tightly around him. His silent whines turned into silent tears. He didn't like being alone. Everything still felt vacant.

(Sorry about that.)

Devon lowered his wings, looking at Osiris, his eyes were still dark..black…not the bright red they were normally…he huffed…wanting Osiris to comfort him..but not wanting to move.

Osiris removed himself from under the sheets. He was a bit teary-eyed. He looked at Devon, whimpering while looking at his demon. “I don't want to be lonely.” He muttered quietly. He moved closer to the edge of the bed, unsure if it was safe to approach Devon. He didn't want to be snapped at.

Devon stuck his hand out, reaching for Osiris, his eyes slowly going back to normal, filling with tears. "Please" he whispered, all he wanted was to be held and consoled.

Osiris tilted his head at Devon and jumped up to hug him. He kissed and wiped away the blood from Devon’s adorable face. “I love you. Don't disappear.” He whispered. Osie squeezed Devon, trapping him in his hug. Devon wasn't allowed to leave the hug until Osie said so.

Devon's breath caught, he buried his face in Osiris' shoulder, silently shaking, he was scared of himself..more so than he was anything else.

Osiris pulled Devon down onto the bed, not caring if he got blood all over. He could care less if everything was covered in blood. Osiris murmured words of assurance to his demon, playing his hair. Osiris could care less if he hated it. He kissed his demon affectionately. Devon might have only been gone for a small amount of time when he was awake, but that was too long for Osiris.

Devon Hugged Osiris tightly, wanting the hellhound to hold him, to make it just..go away…"I…sorry Osie" he muttered.

Osiris shushed Devon. “You don’t have to apologize.” He was more focused on his Devon. He studied the boys features. “Your eyes are pretty.” He muttered. He liked the tight hug. It was it warm and Osie liked warm things. “I’m just glad you’re home.”

Devon nodded, then paused, "You…are not going to ask what happened?" He asked, looking at Osiris sadly.