The Chronicles Of One Human And Her Seven Demons

Character masterlists:

Azalea

Comics:

Why won’t they wear their glasses?

You Can’t Fool a Super Fan

Henry the Stalker

Relationship Drama at the Bunnyshow

Part 1 part 2 fic part 3 (fic)

Selfies in Hell

How it all started (discontinued)

Part 1 part 2

Wake up, Daddy

First Day of School

The Dream (abandoned project)

Fics

The Dangers of the Human World

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

A Surprise Party for You

Part 1 Part 2

When Something Goes Wrong

Part 1 (r18) Part 2 Part 3

Is This the End? (R18)

Meli the Runaway

Part 1 part 2

The Unopened Gift

Art

Bastard (affectionate)

Happy Valentines Day

It’s his birthday, my dudes

Girls’ Day Out

Just Boys Being Boys

Happy Birthday, Dear Asmo

A Love-Hate Relationship

Studying for Her Potions Final

The Righteous Hand of God

Movie Night

Date Night

Late for School (but Not Really)

Old Wedding Pics (LeviBella)

How I met the Love of my life (LeviBella)

My Kitty!

Aitai

Card Games

Summer School

Café Date (mammorella)

Laundry Day

The Beach Babe

Anniversary (mammorella)

Research

Beach Day

The feeling when…

Tell me what you need…

A Private Beach Trip just for Us (Mammorella)

OC Birthday Cards

Azalea and Aurelius

Zulima

Solaris

Mahlon

Tiktoks

Family beach trip

Loss for Words

Short Girls

Lesson 16 Angst

Azalea as a Bunch of Tony Stark Lines

You Know Who No One Likes?

A Peaceful Domestic Moment (Mammorella)

Sketch Dumps

A handful of next gen characters

・・・〆・・・

Meli

It’s not uncommon for Meli to be lounging around the house in her demon form. Not uncommon for her to get her horns snagged on her blankets or a rogue curtain either. What is uncommon is that, while fighting to detangle it from the knitted blanket on her bed, Meli’s horn would tear right off her head as she manages to lose her balance.

Hitting the floor with a thud, the half-demon swears loudly at the stinging sensation, thumping her foot against the floor the relieve her rising frustration.

Of course, that naturally draws the attention of her father and stepmother.

“Meli, what’s going on up here?” Satan asks as he pushes the door open.

“My fucking horn!” The ten-year-old spat from her spot on the floor. “It got caught in the blanket and I tore it off!”

“You tore your horn off?” Both Satan and his wife’s eyebrows raise in concern. “Here let me see.”

Meli sits up as her father inspects the side of her head.

“Aside from the bleeding, you look like you’ll be fine- Hivetes, would you go get me a towel, please?”

“My horn just fell off.” Meli complains, “I’m not fine.”

“Stop being so dramatic, Melissa.” Her stepmother replies with a sigh, giving the girl the towel to hold to her head. “Your horn was going to fall off soon anyway. You just expedited the process by sleeping with a blanket we’ve both told you hundreds of times by now to stop sleeping with.” She offers the girl some pain relievers and water as well.

“What do you mean?” Meli looks at the medicine with suspicion before deciding to take it.

“Well, when a young demon reaches a certain age,” Satan starts, “the horns they were born with shed off and they grow new ones. It’s like loosing your baby teeth.”

“So my other one’s gonna fall off too? Wait, does that mean I’ll lose my tail?”

“No, nothing’s happening to your tail.” Her father has to suppress a chuckle and Hivetes face palms. “It’s just your horns that shed away.”

“So how long until my other horn goes?” Meli frowns as she pokes at it as if testing how sturdily it was attached to her head.

“Probably not for a few days perhaps even a few weeks so it’ll give you an excuse to stop being lazy and keep your glamour up.” Hivetes smirks behind her husband.

“I’m not-”

“Hivetes, please don’t speak to my daughter that way.” Satan interjects quickly, irritatedly.

“Right,” Hivetes presses her mouth into a thin line. “Forgive me, you know I only worry that she’s going to get her tail stepped on one day or someone will get hurt on one of her horns. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” She slips away, mentally scolding herself for her slip up.

“See what I mean?” The half-demon says once her stepmother is gone. “That’s the way she always talks to me when you’re not here.”

“I’m sure it’s not.” Is her father’s response. “She does genuinely worry about you, Meli.”

“Yeah?” She sounds disbelieving, “It’ll be a cold day in Hell before I buy that.”

“Think whatever you like, but I’m telling you the truth. Go wash the blood out of your hair before it mats and then it’ll be time for dinner.”

Satan gathers up the knitted blanket before taking his leave to finish unsticking his daughter’s horn from the material as Meli only sighs in irritation that she’d been dismissed once again.

・・・〆・・・

Solaris

When Solaris’ horns fall out, he thinks it’s the end of the world. Not only has he been molting off feathers from all six of his wings, leaving a nice trail wherever he goes as they fall out of range of her permanent glamour spell, but he’s been having to manage the humiliation of having his voice crack at the worst times and now this on top of it all? Yes the world is definitely ending for him.

The fourteen-year-old’s only saving grace is that his horns fall off at home. At least his classmates won’t tease him about losing his horns- they’ll be none-the-wiser to it in fact.

He doesn’t want to go to his father about something so insignificant- what teenager would? But Solaris honestly doesn’t know what to do with the two s-shaped horns now sitting in his lap. He could just put them on his desk and leave them there until he figures it out on his own, but what if they start rotting or something like that?

After going back and forth on the issue for a good hour and concluding that there really is nothing he can do here, Solaris makes the trek down to his father’s home office, horns in hand.

“Hey, Dad…” Solaris mumbles quietly, hoping it would keep his voice from cracking. “I lost my horns…”

“That time already?” Lucifer asks, using the same tone as if the boy were announcing that he was leaving for school.

Given how busy- and sleep deprived- he is, Solaris doesn’t doubt that his father may have misheard him. He thought there would be a bigger reaction to the news.

“Uhhh… what do I do with them?” The black-and-orange-haired teen asks as he looks down at the s-shaped horns that he’s still awkwardly holding.

“Well, the demon starts as he places a completed paper on top of the mountainous pile already sitting beside him, “you don’t have many options, normally would be able to send them off and turn them into a powder to polish your adult horns when they grow in but because you lack the ability to change between forms on your own, that’s not an option. You could just keep them as mementoes. Or, I suppose if you really didn’t want to hold on to them, you can sell them to a witch to use in one of her potions.”

“If I keep them won’t they just eventually rot?” Solaris arches a brow.

“No, the reason they fell of in the first place is because all of the nerves and tissues have died. It’s like losing your baby teeth.”

“I guess… I keep them then. Thanks Dad.”

・・・〆・・・

Henry

When his horns fall off for the first time, Henry never really noticed. In fact, it takes his mother finding them in a rather unpleasant way for anyone to notice.

“Levi,” Isabella says as she brings a pair discarded horns into the game room where both father and son are playing an mmo game on their respective desktops, “did your horns shed off without you noticing again? I just stepped on them…”

It’s not the first time this had happened so it takes the purple-haired demon a few minutes and a transformation to figure out that those definitely are not his horns.

“Well if they’re not yours then they’re-” The blue-eyed human pauses as she realizes who the culprit is. “Henry Teodoro Morningstar-Lopez.”

“Hm?” The thirteen-year-old looks back at his mother after hearing his full government name, pulling one of his over-ear headphones to the side. “Am I in trouble?”

“Why would you just leave your horns lying around for me to step on?” Isabella frowns deeply. “I almost tore up my foot and fell down the stairs.”

“Huh?” The purple-haired teen quirks an eyebrow. “Those aren’t mine.”

“Well, they’re certainly not your father’s considering he still has his.” The brown-haired woman places her hands on her hips and gives the boy an expectant look.

And all it takes is one look at the demon beside him for his mother’s words to be confirmed.

“Wait, really?” Henry quickly transforms and pats his messy purple hair as he fully realizes that, yes, his horns have fallen off. “Well shit… Sorry Mami.”

Without saying much else, the teenager fixes his headphones and spins back around to his game.

“Oh no you don’t.” Isabella grumbles as she spins her son back around and all but drags him after her. “If you’re truly sorry, you’ll help me clean this entire house from top to bottom.”

“B-but my match!” Henry sputters as he reaches for his desktop in vain.

“I’ll finish it for you.” Levi calls back as mother and son disappear down the stairs.

The itching only gets worse as the spring goes on, getting to the point where Cyrus is transforming into his demon form regularly and actively scratching his head against his bedroom door frame just to soothe the odd sensation.

Why do they feel so loose? Is the question that invades the bottle-black-haired boy’s mind as he inspects the onyx horns that haven’t grown much since they first came in jutting out from his scruffy, unkempt hair. Messing with them only causes the itch to intensify until Cyrus can’t help but to rut the side of his head against his bathroom door frame.

It feels so relieving until the half-demon hears a ‘snap’. Blue-to-gold-eyes snap open in horror to see the small, corkscrewed appendage fall to the floor in front of him.

“Korrina!” The tanned boy calls out to his captor who’s just downstairs brewing new types of medicinal potions to sell in her shop.

“Quiet down, Avaro” the witch sighs as she puts her utensils down, not even turning to face him. “I can hear you just fine.”

Cyrus pauses for a moment at the use of the name she’d picked out for him when she’d won him in an auction seven years prior- one that made him feel like a newly adopted pet.

“Don’t call me that. My name’s not Avaro and you know it.” The 12-year-old grumbles. “Use the name my real parents gave me or don’t call me by a name at all.”

“And I told you that old name was dead. Avaro suits you better anyway.” Finally turning to look at him, Korrina’s mint-green eyes widen in delight when she sees the horn clenched in his hand. “Are your baby horns finally falling off? Here. Come here.”

Excitement bubbles up in her voice and Cyrus is more than a little weirded out by it. When he doesn’t respond in the way she wants, Korrina uses magic to pull the pre-teen to her.

She takes his horn from his hand and places it in her bowl to be ground up later.

“I wonder if the other one is ready to come off too.” She muses as she cups Cyrus’ face with one hand to hold him in place and uses the other to test the horn still attached to his head. “It is!”

With a quick jerk of the wrist, the black-haired witch is able to snap it off his head.

“OW!” Cyrus yelps as he smacks her away with his wing, knocking himself down in the process. A small trail of blood trickles down the side of his face. “That hurt!”

“Ohh, my poor baby…” Korrina grabs a handkerchief and wipes the side of his face before uttering a spell under her breath and kissing the wound. “I’m sorry.”

“Get your lips off of me!” The half-demon growls as he pushes her away. “You’re not my Mom- don’t try to kiss my injuries to make them feel better. It’s gross.”

“Avaro,” the witch gasps with a frown, “You’ve always been my baby. I’m heartbroken that you would say that.”

“You really are crazy.” Cyrus hurries and scampers back off to his room before Korrina can do anything else. “And stop calling me that name!” He slams his bedroom door, now two horns short and done with interacting with his delusional captor.

・・・〆・・・

Azalea

“Muuum, my head itches!” Azalea complains as her mother does her hair from an official ball at the Demon Lord’s castle. “Will you scratch it for me?”

“When was the last time Dad filed down your horns for you?” Arella asks, gently scratching her nails over where her horns would naturally spiral out of her head. Perhaps they just needed to be tended to and that’s why the 11-year-old’s head was itching so badly.

“A while ago…” Azalea admits while leaning into her mother’s touch, eventually becoming so relaxed she let her glamour fade away to reveal her demon form.

“A long while ago it seems,” the human arches a brow at the look of them. “You’ve been avoiding having your horns taken care of, haven’t you?”

The half-demon freezes when her mother finally catches on to what she’s been doing as she answers with a quiet “maybe.”

“Well, now you know why your head itches. First thing tomorrow, were filing these-!” As she’s talking, Azalea’s horns literally pop off of her head. Arella looks down at her hands with wide eyes and concern.

As if on cue, Azalea happens to look in the mirror. Her eyes go wide as she sees what’s in her mother’s hands.

“Are… those my horns?”

“Don’t panic.” Arella says calmly, “I’m sure there’s a perfectly normal explana-”

“DAAAAAAAD!” The freckled half-demon takes off in search of her father, as if he might be able to do something about her missing horns.

She finds him downstairs as he’s teaching her twin brother how to tie his tie so the boy doesn’t manage to somehow strangle himself with it.

“What’s with all the racket?” Mammon finally lets Aurelius go as Azalea runs circles around them, freaking out about something he can’t really make out right now. “Hey slow down, kid, I can’t understand you.”

When the demon does finally manage to catch his daughter, she’s full-on freaking out about how her mother had just torn her horns off her head. Something seemgly backed up by Arella when she appears with the appendages still in her hand.

“Please tell me this is normal for this time of year.” The human frowns as she places them on the table beside her.

It takes Mammon two seconds to connect the dots before he’s laughing to himself.

“You look weird in that form without your horns…” Aurelius comments to his sister earning him a pointed glare.

“Yeah well at least I ain’t got wings that I trip over cuz they’re too big for my body.” His sister growls back.

“Dad says I’ll grow into ‘em one day.” The green-eyed boy pouts.

“Okay, enough, you two.” Mammon sighs, “Azalea, you’re gonna be fine. Mom didn’t tear yer horns off yer head, they fell off. Remember when y’all were loosin’ your baby teeth? Same concept applies here.”

“So I’m gonna be fine? That’s it?”

“That’s it.” Mammon confirms, ruffling his daughter's hair, much to his wife’s disappointment. “They’ll start growin’ back in a couple days until they’re ready to shed off again at the end of next year’s summer. I coulda told ya sooner if ya stopped hiding from me every time I brought the filer out.”

“Well maybe if that stupid machine wasn’t so damn loud, I wouldn’t…” Azalea grumbles as she smooths her hair down and she and her mother return to her room to finish putting her hair up.

・・・〆・・・

Zulima

Zulima was enjoying a nice trip up to the human world with her father when one of her horns plopped down onto the book below her. She’s startled at first before she remembers back to the conversation she’d had with her other father just days before leaving for this excursion.

Gathering the boney structure in her hand, the silver-haired 11-year-old descends the steps until she finds Solomon in the basement taking inventory of all his materials.

“Papa…”

“Yes, dear?” He replies absentmindedly.

“I’m becoming a woman...”

“hUH!?” Solomon whips around, one part in surprise, the other in bewilderment at just how casually his daughter announced such a big life event only to find the girl holding one of her horns in her hand. To find its just that makes the sorcerer left out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, you’re losing your horns. I thought you meant something… else.”

“I mean I got my period yesterday too, but I thought you wouldn’t want to know that.” It’s said with such a deadpan that Solomon can only pinch the bridge of his nose, vowing to have talk with Asmo when they got home about how their daughter delivers these types of announcements.

“Well, where’s the other one? I can make you a salve to help with the upkeep of your new horns using the old ones if I have both.”

“Still attached to my head.” Zulima drops her glamour to show the still attached horn jutting out from her silver hair. “It is really wiggly though.”

“Does it hurt when you mess with it?” Solomon asks as his daughter shakes her head. “Good, that means it’s ready to come off. Here, tie this piece of string to it.”

He hands the half-demon a piece of string while tying the other end to the doorknob. Once Zulima has her end secured around the top of her horn, Solomon simply slams the door shut and the horn pops right off. No muss, no fuss.

“There we go. Nice and easy.” Solomon smiles as he inspects his daughter's hair for any leftover bits of keratin that might’ve broken off where the horn used to be attached to her head. “I’ll take those, and you can go off to bed for the night. I’ll call your father in a bit and let him know that you finally lost your baby horns.”

“Okay, thanks, Papa…” without much else the 11-year-old is bounding back up the stairs.

Once she’s gone, the witty sorcerer deflates, pulling out his phone.

“‘Becoming a woman,’” he scoffs in irritation, dialing his partner’s number, “When I get my hands on you, Asmo, I swear… Why would he tell her to say it like that?”