𝔗 𝔢 𝔪 𝔭 𝔱 𝔞 𝔱 𝔦 𝔬 𝔫

                     🐽 junk. more junk.. nothing good or of use at all. normally he could find something that was of use in these scrap and junk piles - but this one? it had absolutely nothing of value that he could scavenge and possibly sell for a good price back in the small town he had visited - probably already been ransacked for everything possible. he needed to get some fuel for his bike, it was beginning to run low, and this was the only way he could think of. he really should start carrying around extra canisters of gas just for these types of situations.

          Roadhog could have cared less if it was dark - the moonlight was enough for him to see things even through the dark lenses of his pig mask. a long sigh escaped him as he began to move around, going to see if another scrap pile had something else of interest - but that was when he saw something. 

                      a figure stood just a couple of feet away, to which Hog squinted his eyes to get a better look. if anything, he was confused about the other, trying to get a better look but failing since he stood just far enough.

          “ … not lookin’ for trouble. are you? “

                      his rough voice broke the silence as he stared the other down, he did notice the weapon the other held despite the dark that surrounded them, and he was ready to grab his gun to deal with… whatever the hell this guy was. didn’t look human, that was for sure.  🐽

The first word that left the man’s mouth caught his attention, and in a short period of time he had zeroed in on its location and spun to face him. At first the dark made it difficult to figure out whether this was a man in a mask or a man with a pig’s head, and while it didn’t horrify him in the least it did confuse him. What had even happened-?

He drew closer without a word, glowing green eyes narrowing at him. Ah, so he was just a man...

He stopped, lowering the blade but still keeping it drawn nonetheless. A smile flashed white in the dark, green smoke drifting between his sharp teeth as he did so. He placed both hands on his hips, straightening up though he was still short compared to the strange human in front of him. He winked playfully at the large man, though the only way that one could even notice was the fact that one eye’s glow cut off for a second before returning.

This thing stunk of fancy and manners. What a suit. The Junker shook his head and rolled his eyes, going back to digging through the scrap. He found a good peg leg support, and immediately went to improve the prosthetic, seemingly ignoring the demon. 

“I ain’t y’friend.” He replied bluntly. No, there was no way in hell he’d trust that thing. The young adult scuttled to another pile of scrap, getting half his body inside the little tunnel he dug. Nothing but rust and useless junk. Goddamnit, he was running too low on everything! Cherries, traps, mines, tires- everything! Digging into his bag to take a sip of water, the Junker glared at the demon.

“I dunno ‘n I don’t care wot an incubus is. But if y’just gonna bother me, better scram. I got a lotta work t’do.”

Icarus watched with vague curiosity. His own eyes rolled at the man’s behaviour; quite childish for a young adult. Nonetheless, he decided to bug him further for fun. He disappeared, reappearing on the junk pile, lying on his side with a hand propping up his head.

“How rude,” he chided, clicking his tongue, but he still grinned despite this. His eyes closed as he waved his other hand smoothly. “An incubus is a demon, you silly boy. Most gain power through sex. I do not - for reasons,” he explained, and when the man popped out of the little junk tunnel he poked his nose. No personal space, check.

Again he disappeared, swift enough to avoid any lashing out at the touch, and reappeared behind the man again. He put a hand to his cheek and leaned his head into his hand, a soft sigh slipping from her lips.

Contined from x

@outbackiing

His smile didn’t leave his lips. He brought his legs together, straightening his back before graciously bending at the hip in a bow, his hands smoothly, dramatically doing a flourished motion simultaneously.

“Hello, dear friend. My name is Icarus Maven,” he purred, a snicker slipping between sharp, slightly bared teeth. He straightened up quickly, walking a wide circle around the man, his tail flicking behind him and getting a little too close to the stranger for comfort. A clawed finger tapped his chin, eyelids lowering in a mischievous look. His gaze seemed to be sizing the human up, lingering here and there without shame.

He finally stopped in front of him again, one hand going to his slender hip while the other gracefully animated his words.

An ill ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟɪsᴛɪᴄ exhale filled the air with a mist. The dark forest was quite the place for a demon to lurk, but with no mind to his obstacles. The priest feared not this creature, nor was he enticed. He was ｓｉｃｋ， too light headed to care. A thick black substance has been forming in his mouth. And it was beginning to surface again.

A defense megonism? Was this demon not aware of the deity that truly cursed this priest? Father Jamison bowed his head, the brim of his hat cascading a shadow below him, The black substance dripped from his lips, and dotted the ground with small pitters and patters. 

With a sharp inhale, and a chill up the spine the priest jolted his head back, rolling his head on his neck against his shoulders. He had been carrying a heavy ｂｕｒｄｅｎ, one dragging him down, like the axe he bore. Dragging it along the forest floor. An ill delusional man, with plans even this demon should not witness. 

&& ᴴᶤˢ ᵛᵒᶤᶜᵉ˒ ʷᵒʳᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵈʳᶤᵉᵈ˒ ˢᵒᵘᶰᵈᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵐᵃᶰ ʷᶤᵗʰ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᶜʸˑ

“ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚝.. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎? 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.”

He s w a t t e d  his free hand at the incubus, and barged his way through. Axe dragging against the roots as he staggered for his destination. A path leading to yet another exorcism. 

Icarus snorted at his words. He pulled his own hand back but slowly, the swat failing to sting his pride. He put his hand to his forehead, fingertips barely touching his smooth, cold flesh.

“Mm, yeah that seems like a good job for someone like you,” he replied matter-of-fact, eyelids lowering slightly. His smirk returned, and he suddenly grabbed the man’s shoulders again, his grip tight this time and refusing to let go. He spun him around like a dancer, catching the same hand that had swatted at him. Truly he cared not for whatever possessed the man, and he knew that was exactly why the black sludge dripped from his disgusting mouth. “Such an ironic career, Father.”

He hummed, head tilting a little too far for comfort. His bright green eyes met the man’s, a snicker slipping from loose lips. He released a hand from the man’s shoulder and roughly smacked his arm; his other hand still held the Father’s too tight.

“Look at you, all possessed a shit. Perhaps I tried to tempt the wrong man. But no- that wasn’t my intent at all.” He brought his face close to the man’s, the seductive look still plastered to his face despite knowing full well he wouldn’t get to him that way. “I wonder if I could get away with cannibalism... I mean-” He leaned back again with a loud, boisterous laugh, “I’m already going back to Hell! What consequences could I possibly suffer?”

He let go of the man fully now, casually leaning his fit body against a thick tree trunk; black leather kept the bark from scratching up his fine, smooth skin.

Closed @hcg-wild

Skillful eyes scanned the dark, his footsteps fairly silent in all but the occasional stumble over debris and the curse the followed it. One moment he had returned home, bored with the mortal plane, the next he was wandering a wasteland. He wasn’t sure if it was just this place that was left barren or not, but he hated it already. It seemed so empty; how could he have fun when there were no humans to mess with?

Scowl touched his lips, eyes glaring at his clawed feet. There was no way he’d ruin his good clothes here... A sound made him pause, head cocking to the side and eyes calmly glancing around. Unfortunately the spot he’d wandered into was so full of junk it’d be easy to hide there. With a swift swipe of his hand a blade materialized; slender fingers curled around the cold, black hilt and he adjusted his position to prepare for a confrontation. The plasma blade cast green light over him, matching up perfectly with the green smoke that freely flowered from the gapes in his chest cavity.

Nothing about him spoke normal, so he was curious as to what kind of reaction he’d draw up... Or perhaps it’d be too dark for a human to tell.

Closed @jvnkbat

For a while he had watched the man from afar, some vague stalker lead by curiosity and the knowledge that no man could withstand him. There was no threat, nor a regret to doing so. The incubus was like a lion stalking its prey through the grass, always hidden in the shadows with those pretty glowing green eyes. Corruption radiated from the man, and while it didn’t feed him the same way it did many other demons he still felt a thrill about it.

He was growing bored, though. The same routine was followed so often, and no matter how dark or corrupt he just stopped giving a fuck. He’s stalked many criminals within his lifetime, fed on their life essence and watched them fade with a twisted glee. Only strange morals kept the demon in check, preying on villains of the underground. Certain things sickened him; while a demon, he was more of a lover than a killer... Or he was supposed to be. It was about time this man’s corruption ended.

With a smooth motion Icarus pushed himself off the wall, approaching the man from behind with a confident stride and a devious smirk on his face. He reached out, putting a hand on the man’s taut shoulder for a lingering moment, then slid it slowly to place on his other shoulder. His body gracefully moved around him so that the demon now stood face-to-face with his prey, slightly forked tongue licking his lips.

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