forum Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Started August 08, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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Zackary laughed, swatting at some embers on his flannel sleeve. “Yes, they do that.”
Met had toppled over in shock in the pig’s sudden breath of fire, shaking.

Jason takes Met into his arms, kissing his forehead. He chuckles softly, holding the other in a reassuring grip.

Met caught his breath and gazed fearfully at the pigs, who went back to squeaking shrilly for food.
Zackary took notice. “The fire doesn’t hurt. It’s when they’re threatened that they actually attempt to hurt.”

Jason nods and kisses Met's forehead. "It's okay, baby." He mutters, smiling a little at the other.

Zackary smiled and lifted up Rocko. “Would you like to hold him?”
Met blinked a couple times then reached out. Zackary deposited the pig and Met held it close. It was warm and fuzzy.

He smiles a little, watching as Met held the pig. He rests his head on Met's shoulder, a smile on his lips as he watched the other.

Rocko made a faint squeaking noises and climbed up Met’s shirt. It got up to his shoulder, where he nibbled on Met’s ear and curled into his warm neck.

Jason smiles warmly at the sight and chuckles softly. "Awwww." He purrs.

Zackary laughed gently, stroking Sammy who had run over to him. “They’re very sweet. They love the warmth of others.”

Jason nods and kisses Met's cheek gently. "Met is a very warm person." He chuckles, wrapping an arm around the others waist.

Met turned a faint red, which the pig squeaked happily at. Met leaned into Jason, grinning.

Jason nuzzles Met gently, sighing happily.

Met stroked the pig gently, who squeaked gently. Met stopped, telling it wasn’t a good thing.
Zackary smiled. “You can continue petting him. He loves attention.”

Jason smiles a little, hugging Met. "He's cute, huh?"

(Sorry! I thought I had replied!)

Met leaned into Jason happily. "He's really cute."
Rocko made faint squeaking noises as he attempted to burrow into Met's neck.

(That's alright! Tbh I was getting rather nervous you were avoiding me)

Jason watches with a happy look on his face. He sighs happily as he kisses Met's forehead.

Met smiled up at Jason, as happy as could be.
Rocko made a sharp squealing noise and hopped off of Met’s neck suddenly. How come? The little jars lined up on the potion’s cabinet suddenly crashed and burned holes, froze bars and the wood, or sent sparks electricity everywhere.
Met flinched away from the loud noise, yet Zackary didn’t move. He merely looked up.
“Ah, the Angels are approaching.”

Jason was content as well as he sighed happily. When everything started happening, he used his own body ad a sheild to protect Met. He pressed Mets head into his chest, his body sheilding him as objects fell. It was out of habit, of course, since he had lived in a warzone for half of his life.

There was a loud, elaborate snapping noise, and the office fell silent. The only noise breaking this silence was Zackary’s nonchalant hums as he cleaned up the glass and aftereffects of the potions.

“Where are we?” Asked a high-pitched male’s voice.

“I am not sure,” Responded a second.

(hugs!)

Slowly Jason released Met and looked up at the two figures. He blinks a few times before looking at Met. "You okay?" He asks gently.