#demon pred

"Come on, darling," The horned figure across the table from you purrs. You force yourself to look up at them. They've got a cigar in one hand, smoking lightly, and a smug, almost knowing smile on their face. Their body is definitely nothing to scoff at, either. They've got claws, an idly flicking tail, wings... almost everything you'd expect a demon to have. They're so... spiky.

One thing you hadn't expected, though, is just how much pudge would be on their body. You thought demons would be... a lot more scrawny, considering the fact that they live in hell. You can tell that this demon works out a lot, as muscles ripple under their skin when they move, but they don't work out enough. Or maybe their diet is just packed with SO many calories that it's hard to work the pudge off...?

Speaking of their diet, you can't help but steal a glance at their belly. There's a soft glow emanating from their middle, along with muffled screams and cries. Their stomach is shifting and bucking, too. Whatever they've got in there definitely isn't happy...

"Aha, um," You clear your throat, forcing yourself to look back up at their face. "Hypothetically speaking... when someone signs a contract with you, what, uh, what happens to their soul once they die?"

The demon quirks a brow, and then leans back, crossing one leg over the other.

"Exactly what the contract says," They say matter-of-factly. "They die, and their soul goes to me."

You swallow thickly. Somehow, you get this feeling that there's more.

"That's not what I mean. What do you demons do with souls?"

Their expression changes, darkening, and they give you a sinister smile, slowly running a clawed hand over their squirming belly.

"A demon's gotta eat," They purr, voice light as a feather. As soon as they say that, you feel the color and warmth drain from your face. No, you weren't imagining things, then. This demon's stomach? It's full of someone's soul.

Well... it could always be worse, right? Surely souls don't feel pain. Not the way a mortal body would. Even still, the shifting and squirming in the demon's stomach is so... vivid. How can someone's soul be that big? That solid...? And... how it is even possible to consume and digest a soul?

The demon chuckles. "You're wrong," they say in a sing-song voice. "Your soul will feel every second of this. Every delicious second. I get to decide how long your soul will stay, too~ I usually keep a soul until I've forged my next contract... once the person's signed, I fully absorb the last soul I was working on."

You can't help but feel icy terror at the demon's response. Your soul will feel it? Can the demon hear your thoughts? What if you don't sign the contract? What if-

"Of course I can bear your thoughts," The demon says, cutting off your thoughts. Then, their expression darkens, and their smile drops completely. They start massaging their gut firmly with one hand, and as they do, you watch in real time as the bulges in their gut begin to soften and shrink.

And here he is! The spooky boi. His ghost and Human form! I decided to call him Shade because spooky ghost. I'm not very creative with names XD

- He/Him

- About 7 f. 3 in. (ghost) and 5 f. 10 in. (Human)

- Lived during the 1700s

- Was a pirate in his life

- Died at the age of 37

- Was cursed to linger even after death (still gotta make up a lore reason as to why)

- Was forced to watch his family die in Front of him without being able to stop it

- Driven mad by grief and guilt, He spent his remaining life at sea, causing pain and havoc

- He would often swallow his prisoners whole and digest them alive because he's terrible like that

- Though, much to his dismay, He cannot digest any living being as a ghost

And that's why his ghost form is a nonfatal pred c:

Not because He wants to but because He literally cannot digest anyone xD

Soo as a redemption Arc I had this idea that Shade becomes a sort of guide for lost souls. Lost souls that are sent to the After life and have to be ferried to the other side.

It's a sort of punishment for Shade for All the harm He has caused. At first he is very unhappy and annoyed but over time He does start to care for These tiny, little, helpless beings in his care. Though he would never admit to it lmao.

He's still a massive grump, but he does take his role as guardian very seriously and will protect the souls in his care with his life.

He Transports adult souls inside his belly for safe keeping. But the children souls He carries around in a belly pouch, like a kangaroo, with the Kids as little joeys c:

I will Post more about it in the future! I personally love this concept but tell me what you guys think!

Here is the creature the Guardians have to fend off to protect souls: Demons!

-They were Guardians once, until they corrupted their purpose

-They either ate or harmed Souls, basically doing the exact opposite a Guardian should do, condemning them

-Now they have to swallow the energy/life force of the souls to stay alive-Can become one with the Shadows

-Fly through the sky in a bird-like form

They are basically all the people who didn't care about the Second chance. The ones who chose to continue doing awful things and threw away any opportunity to be better. They abused and hurt the souls in their care, so they are now forever cursed.

Idk if they can ever come back from that. Idk if they will ever be able to reverse that process and become a guardian again. It would be nice but I also want this to Stick. It's a huge consequence and I don't want it to be easily reversable. Kinda takes away the punishment. Like, what happens to someone if they're offered the chance to be better but refuse to take it over and over and over again? I mean, there should be consequences to that, right?

The souls that are killed and/or devoured are gone forever btw. They don't go to heaven or hell. They're completely eradicated.

A woman comes home to find her roommate acting strange... And very hungry.

There's actually no vore in this one because it's supposed to be an origin for another story I'm working on, but haven't gotten around to posting yet. I suppose I'll just have to start at the beginning and take you guys along for the ride!

Story under the cut

(1.5k words, again no vore but it is attempted and would be safe in this universe)

Queen Felina ,the demon queen.Taking the form of a giant hungry tigress,she loves to gobble up mortals and demons alike .The Queen rules alone ,there used to be a King ,but the Queen ate him ,

Queen Felina loves to swallow mortals whole.She's a fatal pred ,meaning if the queen eats you ,thats it ,your fate is to be digested body and soul by the Demon Tigresses unforgiving belly,your soul absorbed into her magic

@theancientvaleofsoulmaking @themousefromfantasyland

The priest parked in the gravel driveway of an old Victorian home. She emerged from her black cadillac, in her black robe, her dark hair braided neatly. She wore leather gloves, holding a sleek black briefcase, the only white being her clerical collar. 

She rang the doorbell once and seconds later it opened to a distraught older woman, hair frizzled from stress. She invited the priest into the home, and brought her to the parlor. The priest accepted a cup of tea, and listened to the lady’s struggles.

“It’s my son,” the old woman said, “he came home to help me clean my basement… but he wasn’t the same afterwards, I’m at my wits end, his wife refuses to see him. He’s scared his own children. Please Mother, help him. You will, won’t you?”

“Of course,” the priest said in a calming voice, like a psychotherapist. “Where is your son now?”

“He’s down there still, he hasn’t come out in days”

“Oh dear,” the priest said sympathetically. “Could I perhaps have a moment alone with him, if you don’t mind.”

—

“Hello David,” the priest said politely. David snarled at her.

“I’m sure you know why I’m here.”

‘David’ grinned maliciously. He didn’t look right, his teeth were wrong, and it seemed like he had black mould growing on him. Not healthy. 

“You think you can just get rid of me?”

The priest sighed despondent, “I haven’t had much luck in the past to be honest. I don’t know how much you demons communicate with each other, but I’ve never had a reputation as a formidable exorcist. 

David laughed at her candidness. 

The priest smiled politely, “but recently I’ve gotten some assistance.”

She patted her briefcase. The devil’s eyes flashed to it, a kind of recognition registered with them.

“It’s been a game changer, really.”

David looked a little curious, a little scared, “what’s in there?”

“I’ll show you in a minute, but first, I’d like to give you the chance to leave of your own volition.”

David stared at her humorously. “You can’t threaten me.” But there was some fear in the devils’ voice, or at least anticipation. It could tell there was something wrong. There was something off about the briefcase, but they couldn’t put their finger on it.

It was just a briefcase; sleek, black, a slight reflective shine. But it seemed to buzz with an energy, maybe it was just how the priest was talking it up, making it seem important. But whatever was in there couldn’t be all that dangerous to the devil. Salt, sage, holy water, the works. Nothing the devil couldn’t dodge.

 In fact, it planned to kill the priest soon, but it waited for her to reach over and unclasp the silver lock, and as she lifted the bag open, a shadow leapt out and knocked David back, latching onto him and leaching into his eyes and mouth, seeping in like ink. 

And that was it. David opened his eyes, appearing calmer, he licked his lips as if he had just tasted something.

“Mm, that was good.” He picked at his teeth. “You got it?” the priest asked. 

“Ah, yep, all taken care of,” he patted his stomach.

The empty briefcase lay open on the table. As it was now, empty, it looked a lot like a normal briefcase. David too looked less possessed, but that was only because this demon was better at hiding it. 

“Okay, get back in the bag.”

The demon sighed, then re-emerged, spilling out of it’s temporary host and landing on the table. It was hard to describe a shadow as being full, but it looked full. It slinked back lazily into the briefcase, and the priest closed the lid on it, pressing it down slightly so the latch would fit. 

David shook his head, “I’m back…” “Are you alright?”

“I… I think so? Is it…?” he looked at the briefcase, because it twitched like there was a struggle going on.

“Um, yes,” the priest said, “I’ve extracted the spirit from you, and I have it in here. Don’t worry, I will dispose of it properly.” She petted the suitcase, as if trying to calm it. David looked sceptical, but since he didn’t fully understand the situation, he took the priests word for it. 

“Thank you,” he breathed, bowing slightly. 

“Not at all,” she said, chipper, “Would you like to come upstairs.”

—

The older woman embraced her son when she saw him, the priest said goodbye quietly and left them to have their reunion.

She walked down the gravel drive with her suitcase - a little heavier than it was when she arrived, her arm ached slightly. 

She laid it to rest on the passenger seat of her car, placing it gently because it seemed like too much disturbance would cause it to rip open. It looked cramped, like someone had stuffed too many folders or perhaps clothing into it at once. 

She carefully put the seatbelt through the handle and buckled it in so that it wouldn’t fall into the footwell during the ride. She placed a hand on it, the leather was warm to the touch, and pliant. She rubbed back and forth soothingly and felt it grumbling under her hand. She heard too a faint, muffled, meaty gurgle inside.