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rerir is the doppelganger devil, an ancient fear that's been in mythology for centuries. a fear mostly fueled by delusion, the supernatural and imminent death.

his main power is the ability to turn someone into him (both body and mind), though his current body will die when he does. it's a play on the doppelganger trope of someone dying but somehow appearing again as if everything is fine.

(think the summer hikaru died where Hikarus body is seen dead in the forest but 'hikaru' somehow appears a week later)

its also my translation of his immorality and "vessels". as long as someone is near for him to take their body, he can never die

along with that, if he studies an individual enough he can create a delusional double of them. (it's just him shapeshifted)

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flins is the loss fiend, i say specifically fiend because the idea of him taking over a corpse sounds most fitting for him.

he's feared both by the trauma/fear he is born from and the fact nobody can really tell how his powers exactly work

most are wary to make contracts with him due to the fact he's known for being a trickster that'll find loopholes.

flins and rerir are drawn to each other by the fact their fears are directly fueling each other

a fear of a doppelganger stems from loss — loss of individuality/self, loss of trust, loss of safety.

also flins killed one of rerirs old bodies and he's pissed about it. ( what the fuck dude!)

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both are devil hunters as i find that the most accurate way to translate their jobs.

rerir being a hunter, "useless dogs get euthanized". he is being forced to work or be killed

flins in his duties to protect people, being a ratnik is a very deadly job where most of their members die extremely frequently. they are practically doomed the moment they make their oath

flins is being kept under illugas watch. rerir is under dainsleifs.

for reasons unknown to most people, dain is extremely keen on keeping rerir by his side. rerir obeys dainsleifs persistence of it since he's "the only one that will hold him" since tholindis was taken from him (his human lover that was killed by another devil)

“No —,” he hissed, “I didn’t — I was just doing what I was ordered to do — if I didn’t he was going to hurt her—,”

( Oh, but you loved having the power of snuffing out the life and all the potential of a child. )

“No!” That voice was taunting him now. It wasn’t true. It cannot be true. His arms were red from his own blood and his desperate scrubbing — no, no — This wasn’t who he is — he —

( Deep down, you know what you are capable of. You know you are a monster. And you can never wash that away. )

“Rerir…?”

Her voice pierced through the darkness, and he froze.

“Love, you’re bleeding —,” her hands found his trembling palms, and it was then that he noticed that he was crying, “Rerir? Look at me, look at me — I’m here —,”

“Don’t — don’t touch me —,” he tried to pull away, but her hands held his face, “Please, don’t,” she was too good and perfect and clean — she cannot be with him —

“Love, my love — It’s me, I’m here — it’s okay,”

And all at once, he was curled up in her arms — desperately wanting her comfort and hating himself for it. His sobs wracked through his body, and he bit his own fist to stifle them. He could feel her arms rubbing his back steadily, holding him tightly even as he tried to push her way—

“It’s okay — I love you — I love you,”

But how could she? How could she love him? She didn’t know that he was a monster — and —

( Tell her the truth. )

No, no, she’ll leave if she knew.

( Then does she really love you? )

“No —!” he screamed.