* to fall / to rise

“  i’m  sorry,  i  can’t  control  it !  ”

“  stay  back !  ”

“  i  can  help,  you  just  need  to  trust  in  my  powers.  ”

“  i’m  dangerous.  ”

“  i  could  hurt  you.  ”

“  my  power  doesn’t  define  me.  ”

“  i’m  so  sorry  !  did  i  hurt  you ?  ”

“  the  fire  finds  a  home  in  me.  ”

“  are  there  more  like  you ? ”

“  how  did  this  happen  to  you  ?  ”

“  you’re  a  freak !  ”

“  i  wish  i  had  your  power.  ”

“  you’re  astonishing.  ”

“  you  don’t  need  these  powers  to  be  someone’s  hero.  ”

“  trust  me,  you  do  not  want  to  be  like  me.  ”

“  does  it  hurt  ?  your  power ?  ”

“  they  drained  me  of  my  abilities.  ”

“  help  me  before  i  explode.  ”

“  your  skin  is  so  cold.  ”

“  why  do  you  always  feel  so  hot  ?  it’s  like  you’ve  got  lava  running  through  your  veins  rather  than  blood.  ”

“  i  don’t  care  about  your  abilities.  i  care  about  you.  ”

as one of the few who knew the true name of magnus bane’s father; tessa’s alarm bells raised almost immediately upon the sight of the demon . asmodeus. asmodeus , a prince of hell much like tessa’s own father. though the name alone left a bitter taste in her mouth , tessa’s mind drifted back to a time when he wasn’t so much memory, instead a present and clear threat. ‘this could not have come at a worse time. ‘

she wanted to protect magnus. first and foremost. she keeps her composure , barely imperceptible tightening of her jaw as she says, ‘ whatever could cause you to come to this plain, I want no part of. ‘ demons often did, but this was — odd.

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as one of the few who knew the true name of magnus bane’s father; tessa’s alarm bells raised almost immediately upon the sight of the demon . asmodeus. asmodeus , a prince of hell much like tessa’s own father. though the name alone left a bitter taste in her mouth , tessa’s mind drifted back to a time when he wasn’t so much memory, instead a present and clear threat. ‘this could not have come at a worse time. ‘

she wanted to protect magnus. first and foremost. she keeps her composure , barely imperceptible tightening of her jaw as she says, ‘ whatever could cause you to come to this plain, I want no part of. ‘ demons often did, but this was — odd.

     𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇 𝘾𝙃𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙇𝙀𝘿, eyes flashing their natural gold-green colours as he approached the halfling. This particular little warlock had always made him curious ― ever since he found out about her unusual origins, Asmodeus had his eyes on her. Eager to see if being half nephilim she'd be able to rival his own progeny; his Magnus. ❛ Now, now Theresa, there's no need to be so hostile... ❜ he crooned, raising an eyebrow.

    ❛ Can't an...uncle visit his favourite niece? ❜ Heavens forbid he be related to someone like Belial, but Asmodeus was known for dramatics ― for this look of amiability, he could play nice uncle, could play the rescuer of lost little downworlders and caring father figure. Which made him much more dangerous than his rather...primitive colleagues. He had met countless of Belial's offspring during his long life, and all of them managed to get on his nerves. Petty and vain little things, thinking themselves to be superior when in fact many could outrank them. Still, this particular girl did not strike him as such, which only served to spike his curiosity even more.