SUCKER LOVE

I kinda will be RPing mogeko stuff on discord with friends maybe. But i’m mainly focusing on other fandoms for now. If you wanna follow me I’m mainly RPing at @regretfulgod for the moment.

The devil looks up, movements slowed in confusion at the half heard question. Unable to comprehend the question for several minutes he stared, purple eyes meeting its twin.

“You mean your birthday? Can’t we celebrate that like normal?”

Surely… Surely he must have heard wrong? Birthdays were far from a normal topic for the two, let alone his own birthday. In fact, Satanick couldn’t really remember the last time his birthday was even mentioned. Was it ever actually mentioned ever? He couldn’t remember when it would be, nor when his actual birthday even was on the calendar to pick it out. Yet Fumus did apparently.

That wasn’t really a easy thing to think about, so he chose not to. Attempting would only give him a headache and a feeling of disjointment. More then he was already feeling. Why did Fumus even know when his birthday was? It wasn’t like it was ever important to the either of them. He didn’t care before, he didn’t care now. It was just surprising.

“Wait…You remember mine?”

Her stomach twisted with foreboding, knowing now she should have kept her mouth shut. It was too late to take it back, and as much as backpedaling would help the situation Dolphi was no liar. The devil took so much from her already, she would never allow him to rob her sense of right and wrong. Not ever. Her arms hug around herself tightly, beginning to shiver with the effort to stand strong, to hold back tears. “I-I’m not a good pet, w-w-why keep me at all? I’m not worth the trouble, and I don’t like it here. You-you–” Her pupils shrink to frightened slits at the sight of his bloodied hands, then with him so suddenly standing over her she can’t help going perfectly silent and still. No, no what if he hit her? …What if he touched her? This time of day was supposed to be a break from that, it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair. Just like that, her attempts to stay composed were crumbling like pillars of sand. His next words draw a soft hiccup out of her, losing the battle to keep herself from tearing up. It really feels like she’s done nothing but cry since she got here, it burns her eyes like hell and she draws her legs up to curl herself around in a vain attempt to comfort away the rising panic attack. When he flips the argument around on her she flinches all too tellingly, shaking like a leaf. Dolphi wants to fight back, she wants so dearly to stand up for herself but it’s futile against the literal king of all things horrifying. And really, as much as all he was saying was wrong she hated that there was a grain of truth he was all too right about. It completely trips her up, the sudden pain is too real. Satanick was the one with something to admit yet Dolphi could feel her clear aim in this talk swiftly swallowed up by confusion. He wasn’t wrong; she often felt so very very alone.

She tries to speak louder, but her voice only comes out soft and brittle. “…W-wouldn’t be lonely if-if I could see my Witch again. I know you’re lonely, ‘cause I am too but all your attention makes it all worse. Can’t you look at how other people feel? Don’t you care? People don’t want to be fr-friends with somebody who-who-who won’t let them choose to be their friend!” Her eyes squint shut, bracing for the repercussions. There were a few times already that she had directly rejected the other’s company, but never so freely as now. Was this brave or stupid? When did one stop and the other begin? …Maybe she was both. And maybe for once, that was fine. If being smart meant lying, than she wanted nothing to do with it.

@doruphi

Her shivers, her outright fear only seemed to encourage him; a smile forming on his face despite the terrible thoughts running through his mind. Bloodied hands latched on her to upper arm, grip tight enough to bruise as he stared down at her tear stained face, at her terror filled eyes. It made him happy. So much happier then her actual words did, he loved this sight. She made him so happy. That was why she was here, she made him happy, why couldn’t she understand that either? That happiness, that joy he got from seeing her, being able to touch her, enjoy her company each and every night and day.

She was so selfish. Thinking only of herself, when he himself was fine, completely fine, and yet she wished to leave him. Leave his gracious home, leave him alone. She only talked of herself, wanting her witch, her sea, her friends. She was his friend, she was his. That’s what mattered. How could she take that away from him?

“You will be a good pet, you’ll learn, I can teach you. You already hate it, you haven’t even tried to stay here. You miss your friends? I’m your friend, you’ll miss me if you could leave, you don’t want to miss me. I’m your friend, i’m here with you. You’ll be lonely without me, so I can’t let you go.”

He pushed her shoulder against the wall roughly, keeping her arm in that iron grip, blood dripping down as his claws dug in. His other hand went to pull at her curled up leg, not being careful where it was being put, where it was touching and feeling; how far up it was sitting. Why should he? She was his, entirely. Its what she agreed to when she stays here, and now that she was trying to back out of their deal didn’t change that. She would love him, he was sure of it. She just needed some time, some persuasion. She would learn, most did. Pets had to be taught, that was all. 

He wanted her to come back out, wanted her to stop this hiding. She was the one who said terrible things to him, the one who did terrible things to him. She didn’t deserve to hide after what she said to him, that insult to his very being. There was nothing wrong with him, and this is the only way she would be able to learn that. He wanted to taste her, the sight of her terror alone wasn’t enough for her to learn. Wasn’t enough for him. 

“You’re the one who’s selfish. You talk about your witch so much~ You love her. After all I did for you, you won’t talk about me? Won’t miss me? You’re lonely, you’re so so lonely. You’ll miss me, you need to stay here so you won’t. You need to stay here so you won’t be lonely.”

Ah he was beginning to get through to her, of course he was. She knew he was right. She knew that he knew all the right answers, knew what was only best for her. Just another reason why she needed to stay. Who knows what sort of things that witch was telling her, what kind of things such a delicate and weak creature would get up to out there? He would protect her, and she would be his. That was only fair. He protected so much, surely she would want to become one of them as well.

“I have many many friends, including you. They don’t want to leave me, only you do. Why are you being stubborn? Why aren't you like them, don’t you want to be like them? A good pet, a good friend? You’re not being very good right now.”

Nothing she said was right. None of it. He wasn’t weak like her, he wasn’t pathetic like her. He wasn’t crying like her, wasn’t curled up like her, wasn’t afraid. He was strong and she was weak. He was right, he would keep her right, and she would keep wrong. That was the way of this world. 

It was indeed oddly clean, he wondered just why it was so, and a thought came to his mind. “Ah! Hold on.” He said and turned around, digging a gloved hand into his cape and searching for something. 

When he returned his attention to his nephew he held out an action figure- it must have been from some generic or popular anime. Without asking permission the jolly demon set it down on top of the small stack of books. One step closer to making the room look more child-like then hospital-like.

“They really are, I can teach you to make some when you’re out of bed…” He smiled, though, he really didn’t want to leave the child without a little bit of something he could do to entertain himself.

“We could still practice on making stars though!” It would be easy, since stars wouldn’t mimic life, and seeing his telescope, he hoped Chikemuri would appreciate them.

The boy watched curiously as his uncle suddenly stopped his show just to dig around in his cape. The action figure was a surprise, unsure of why the man even had that on him, let alone why he was giving it to him. Still the boy felt he must be polite, especially if given a gift. He appreciated the gesture, even if he was unsure if it would ever actually be used or what it even was.

Chikemuri stared at his hands as his uncle spoke up once again, a bit disappointed when it sounded like he wasn’t going to be taught anything today. Of course, he understood; his uncle was a busy man and couldn’t stick around a sick child’s room all day. But it didn’t help the sadness he felt suddenly, though it felt more of a cold distance then anything else. 

Luckily it wasn’t so; glancing back up in hope at the mention of stars. He did love them.. It was lucky that his uncle could guess so, but he supposed it wasn’t much of a stretch. He nodded quickly at the proposal, suddenly a bit more cheerful.

It had become quite a normal occurrence at this point, surprisingly. As if able to access the switching magic with only a blink of a eye, a split second of confusion before solid form manifested around him. His usual hazy form, his usual hazy existence finding an actual physical space in the world, in the universe. He still wasn’t used to it, wasn’t used to the feeling of actual existence, wasn’t used to the feeling of this touch, of wood beneath his feet and the sharp taps of his shoes as he walked. He wasn’t used to it at all, but he found himself liking it. 

Changing itself was something to get used to as well, that moment from being nothing to everything. It was always startling, taking him by surprise each and every time. He disliked that part a bit at least, having to adjust to his new settings only taking precious time away before he would be forced to be nothingness once more. 

And precious time away from finding his friend. Another normal occurrence, eyes searching for the angel as soon as he adjusted. He found he was in luck this time at least; he ended up in the office, a place which he already knew well enough to navigate from his own experiences here and from merely watching. The usual hustle and bustle of the city outside of the window beside him would have to wait for another time to explore.

What he found Egmont talking about seemed much more exciting at least anyways. It wasn’t difficult to find the angel, eyes shining as soon as he was spotted. The child didn’t think about the fact his presence would startle the younger boy, his quiet approach and inquiry seemingly harmless enough. It wasn’t like he ever went to the other angels around the city, nor the others around the office so he wouldn’t know the difference really. Egmont was the only one he felt comfortable around. 

Silently he wondered why Egmont was hurting the pretty flowers. It felt like a sort of honor to have the new one in his hair, to be presented with something whole instead of the ones Egmont had been just a moment ago been tearing into oblivion. A gift, untouched and still pure. One of his hands went up to softly touch its petals as the angel talked.

“Romance?”

The word itself felt unfamiliar on his lips, though it was one he had heard before. Giggly words spoken by a feathered God, into the ears of two others. He remembers watching, watching a lot of these as he was still hidden deep in the mind of his God. He had been young, but he could understand what was happening right? Was that romance? He thinks so at least.

He nodded at the angel.

“Being good? Like when you get a good fuck for doing something good? Like. Beating up something? Or... touching a foot, right?”

His head tilts to the side, as deep in thought as a young child could be.

“I-I’m sure I would have, Sir, but you really need to rest…” His covered eyebrows furrowed as he knelt down next to his heaving boss, placing a gloved hand on his back.

As much as Lec wasn’t a fan of getting himself dirty, he paid no mind to the acidic mess now coating his knees complementary to his lab coat. Peering at Satanick’s face more closely now, he could see the sheer amount of pain and exhaustion strewn across it; even his voice was straining a bit, despite the Devil’s more carefree manner of speaking at a time like this.

The unfortunate thing was that without prying, Satanick wasn’t normally the admit to anything at all, instead treating his current condition as a minor inconvenience rather as a serious predicament… managing the health of someone so stubborn was an incredibly stressful job, to say the least. 

Taking out a small napkin from his pocket, Lec reached out to dab the bloody vomit from the taller man’s mouth.

“Can you stand?”

His mouth tastes disgusting as the sticky substance of his brightly colored vomit crawled out of the corners. Sweat fell after it, covering his forehead and making him feel hotter then he should be, his fever possibly starting to come back. The devil’s insides felt as though they too were ready to leave his body just as quickly through all possible surfaces. 

Even as he tried to stand as per Lec’s question, it became more difficult then he had first imagined it would be. Silently he cursed, this wasn’t the expected outcome that he had wanted. He had thought he would be alright... It was only bad luck that this would happen surely. Nothing else.

Bad luck from forgetting a good joke is all. 

Ah... He hated these times. He truly was a pathetic creature right now wasn’t he? Still so torn up about such heart break, over a equally pathetic creature... How dismaying. He rather just they lay him down to death at this point.

“Ah...It seems my magnificent self may have made a mistake.”

Annnnd he’s throwing up again, as though just opening his mouth was enough to summon it. That’s certainly not standing, but his legs are shaking something awful right now instead, along with the rest of his body. It was only a matter of time before the devil fell over, considering that napkin wasn’t going to hold him up. 

    The star really could not argue with that logic not that it mattered if they did, Photon brought this upon themself for not telling their nephew about their visit. Though–they were hoping a bit to be able to come & go without much trouble, the star wasn’t aiming to stick around for too long. But they were stuck now for the time being & the best they could do was humor their nephew for as long as he saw fit. “I suppose I don’t have a choice then, am i right? I don’t actively visit you all that much..or Fumus for that matter..though he probably wont be delighted to see me..” The star pursed his lips but brushed off the thought about their other nephew, “Either way..how are you?”

    At the next question, the star hummed a bit & shook their head, “Nothing really important..it was just one of those days where I visit different worlds..This place is the same as ever..Im not sure if that’s good or bad thing..but you seem cheery..so that’s something good.” The star didn’t know what to call their infrequent visits to all the possible worlds, it was just a hobby or even more so, a side-hobby while they spent their time in the galaxy. “Satanick, you know there’s nothing else here that’s as interesting as you.” They were maybe exaggerating a little bit.

He could count on his uncle of being so accepting of his presence, and it was that acceptance that he quite enjoyed about him as well. The star was pretty good company, better then others in certain terms. Long adventures saved for good stories, and common ones as well if it was a world that Satanick has visited as well. He did so enjoy pulling that knowledge from the star’s head.

“He won’t be as delighted as me~ I’m the most delighted to see you!”

Most likely true, it didn’t really matter however. Given that Photon was currently keeping him company, and the fact that he knew right now that his brother was busy with something. It wasn’t like Fumus would bring their uncle as much happiness to see him as Satanick was right now right? He liked to think so anyways.

“I’m fine as ever, even you point out how cheery I am. My esteemed self is doing well today after seeing you.”

As long as Photon promised to stay he was fine with whatever he wished really. Having to do other things or not, he would most likely follow either way. After all, his uncle proooomised~ So he waved a hand at all of that, unimportant now to him that Photon was here and not there.

“Uncle is always a flatterer, but of course its true, its true~ I wouldn’t be the best devil if I wasn’t the most interesting one in the world would I?”

Annnd his uncle complimented him. What more could he ask for really? Though that only earned another crushing hug from the devil, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea after all. However at least this time, he pulled back, suddenly very excited by a thought.