LeMarchandBox

The best Sidhe ever!!! The character belongs to @malky-tea

It's an old picture, but I still love it despite all its flaws. It was my first project where I decided to make so detailed background (by my standards). Look at this cat. How he doesn't care that two embodiments of death are standing nearby (he's the third). The white-haired character belongs to @malky-tea

"You pull the door toward you, but it won't open." "Okay. Then I'll pull harder." "It still won't… "sound of dice being thrown" Oh, no, it's okay. It opens. And stays in your hands, along with the hinges and a small piece of the wall."

After that unfortunate incident, their school history teacher changed. He became withdrawn, distracted, and began skipping classes. He replaced his glasses with contact lenses, started dressing differently, and even changed his hairstyle. One day, one of the students began to notice him in the company of strange people… Could it be a midlife crisis? He had changed. But not at all in the way his students thought...

Mr. Pooka is out hunting. Keep an eye on your ears, there may be cards or even candy in there 😮

She walked confusedly through the streets of the city, like those souls who had once also followed her confusedly. People walked past her without noticing, as if she were a disembodied soul slipping through the gray streets. But she was not led by the smoke that was like flowing silk. There were no lights ahead for her to follow. She walked forward because the snaking streets of the city led her. She walked forward because she didn't want to stay in that place. The girl wrapped herself tighter in her old jacket and shivered. She remembered waking up in a dark, cold room. How it had frightened her. She knew it was better than the place she had come from. But she couldn't remember why. She looked at the road. The chaos going on there reminded her of her own thoughts. Memories, like cars, flashed their colorful sides as they whizzed past her. They drove slow enough to be noticed, but too fast to see details. The cars were changing each other, making it hard to concentrate on one thing at a time. It was just an image. A message. We are here. There are many of us. There are too many of us for you to realize us all at once. Suddenly a car pulled up beside her. It was different from the others. It had flames painted on the side. A man leaned out of the window and smiled at her. He, too, was different from the others. When she instinctively reached out to him with her mind, she felt a pleasant warmth. It was as if someone had lit a fireplace in deep winter. “I was already afraid I wouldn't find you.” his voice sounded as if a fluffy lazy cat had decided to speak lounging next to the fireplace, ”Let's get you somewhere safe.” She smiled, stepping closer to him. She liked the fire. “I think I like the warmth and don't like the cold,” the girl clumsily climbed into the car continuing to smile. She wasn't afraid of the stranger at all, for she knew she could run away. A new word suddenly appeared in her mind, “Nusku”. It must have been his first or last name. Maybe they had known each other before the Dark Room and now the memory was coming back to her. “I'll make it a couple degrees warmer then.” her new friend hummed in agreement, ”I don't like cold either. Especially cold rain. When the drops get on your nose…. it's torture.” he laughed softly. She didn't see what he did, but it did get warmer in the car. And the car started up.

Hunting. Her body was made for hunting. Because she created hunters. Perfect hunters. Cats. Not humans. Careless steps. The rustle of leaves, the crunch of twigs. Humans didn't know how to walk quietly. They couldn't hunt. The smell of gunpowder hit the demoness' nose. They invented weapons to hunt. So they wouldn't be so scared on nights like this one. So they wouldn't feel defenseless in forests like this one. To feel like the hunters they never were. They hunted her. She recognized their faces and their scent. Family. Her husband, his brother, their friends. They hunted the one who dared to run from them wanting freedom. The demoness remembered the blindingly bright hatred with which that mortal had died. The hatred with which she herself had died. The prey became the hunter. The men who were chasing her realized this when a fierce shadow jumped out of the darkness and killed one of them. In its wrenching roar, each of them heard its own funeral song. But it was too late.

Returning home after a hard day the demon's first order of business was to draw a full tub of water. It wasn't perfect. Too many chemicals, too…. viscous. But it was the best available, so they weren't too picky. It was the end of their little cleansing ritual, as if all the filth of his soul had protruded with the sweat and could simply be washed away with the water. Ah if only… The world would be a much better place if it worked that way. But they were going to make it a better place. In their view, humanity lacked love. They all lacked love. Their father abandoned them and cursed them before slamming the door. That kind of thing doesn't disappear without a trace. Love and acceptance. Yes. Those two things. Something they had never seen from their Father, but so desperately needed. But they had those two things in abundance. With a satisfied rumble, the demon sank a little deeper into the water, letting it splash over the edge of the tub. They would fill people with love the same way they filled the bathtub in the evenings. Letting it spill out. And then it will fill someone else's bathtub. And then another and another. Until the whole world is drowning in love. They'll drown the whole world.

“It's a strange feeling… To unite with someone… Twice,” the demoness glanced at her companion, then at the cliff. The narrow path they were following wrapped around the mountain like a snake coiled around its slopes. How high had they gotten? Would it be enough distance to finish him off? “Yes, it's enough. If you can catch me off guard,” the demon accompanying her smiled. Smiled the smile she hated the most. The one that made him cute. In response to her angry look, he nodded towards the cliff, “No, I don't read your mind. It's all over your face.” That made her smile. For some reason she liked faces. Mostly eyes, but faces were okay too. “You have a pretty face, especially when you smile,” she smiled back, knowing it didn't make her look pretty. It was all about the eyes. She could never get her eyes to smile along with her face. “Sometimes I even feel a strangely human urge to kiss you.” “Before or after you push me off the cliff?” her companion experienced something akin to confusion. Or embarrassment. “Then… twice.”

The two twin demons were laboring in their small makeshift workshop. “Do you think she'll like it?” he held out to his brother an unfinished shard that looked like a chunk of clear ice. Even at this stage, they both knew how the future gift would look in the end. “You've definitely found the path to her heart,” the young man smiled at his own joke. His brother was amused by it as well and he snorted loudly. “You're a demon of paths, Zarael.” “I know.” “You do it better.” “I know!” “So… What do you really think?” he spun the future gift in his hands, letting the workshop lights play in its facets. “That you sound quite like a mortal… Oh, and, yes. I'm still better with glass than you are.” “Damn.”

The demon hovered over the devastated battlefield. His cursed soul rejoiced as he inhaled the stench of rotting bodies. Life had proven to be the deadliest of weapons, and it made him particularly proud. He exhaled in pleasure and millions of small spores and bacteria scattered across the barren lands in search of food. The demon crouched down on a rock. He was preparing something special for the next city. Pensively, he pored over the chemical compounds in search of the best cocktail that would satisfy him. He wanted everything to go naturally this time, with one single human soul dooming the entire city to death. The choice had to be made with the utmost care. With a smirk, the demon soared into the sky and disappeared between the clouds.

A Devil stood on the roof of one of the houses and cast a bored look at the people cowering below. The dim sparks of their souls were so easily extinguished that sometimes he wondered how they didn't go out after a rain. Rain. He'd never liked rain. Drops pounding on his nose and moisture running down his cheeks as if dozens of his younger siblings were trying to coddle him. To douse his flames. Drown his heart in love. Well, once he ignited the flames of the sparks flickering below, nothing would extinguish them. Until then, he will lie. And he'll do it well. After all, he was the Devil

Surely this is not the Persephone of myths. A chimera born from the dreams of a lonely child and from her she got this name. The formidable queen of the forest where every tree is an enchanted man. She can be gentle and merciful, but more often she is cruel and punishing. If you cut down a tree or leave trash in the woods, she'll find you. And she'll take you with her. Every child who hears about it tries not to hurt the forest or anger its queen. But their fathers brush off the children's warnings. And sometimes they disappear and a new tree appears in the forest. Mothers sometimes say that fathers are at work. Or that they've left for another woman. But no matter how hard they try to hide the truth, the kids know. The kids know, it's the adults who have forgotten.

"Hey, hey, hey, not so fast buddy. I SWEAR you really really wanna see something... cool and unusual. Something different... Not these dreary landscapes around here. Well, you know... something. Come on, you won't regret it, I promise. Just don't tell those guys in the masks."

She's never afraid to get her hands dirty. Time after time, she dips her fingers into the darkest corners of the souls. Maybe that's why she likes hands so much. Especially the big, strong hands that... Ahem. On the other hand (sorry... I just... it's stronger than me...), it's part of her job to help wraiths maintain the remnants of sanity in this ruthless and insane world. But... Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? OC belongs to @malky-tea <:3