#devil nano

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Toby: Toby makes an enormous stack of toast, just plain with butter, and plays xbox. He wears a headset when he plays, and makes snarky comments to the children he faces in co-op. He likes to make them cry, and laugh while he does it. He is very good at games involving violence. He enjoys Call of Duty especially. When he inevitably gets bored and drops mid-round, leaving the rest of his team to die, he goes to fuck/beat/whatever he wants to do to his girl at the moment. Sometimes, if he’s feeling whimsical, he’ll hold her for a bit before he chokes her out.

fox girl: What free time? She is confined to Toby’s living quarters in the labyrinthian caves. If she is lucky enough to not be locked in a dog kennel in his bedroom, she doesn’t dare to leave the room, always keeping a side eyed glance at the door, knowing that if he comes in, and she is not waiting on the bed, then it's just one more source of pain she’ll have to deal with. Sometimes, when she knows she has the time, she takes a bath. She soaks her bruises and wounds, flinching, silent, like she used to when she was still a slave. “Still”, as if she wasn’t now. She would be owned until the day she died. If she had the freedom to do so, she would love to learn how to read. She’s always loved stories, especially ones where someone overcomes something, and escapes hardships.

Xee: His responsibilities never end, but any time he has a second, he smokes a single silent cigarette, before moving on to the next task, or torture, or whatever is awaiting him. If he has a decent plane ride between destinations, he will enjoy a nice tall glass of Gin or Vodka, on the rocks. He will check up on human news, see who is important now, and who has lost their importance. Specifically, he checks on foreign affairs. A world war would be troubling at the time, if the humans started it. That’s supposed to be his job, afterall.

Penelope: She would most likely spend her time on the internet socializing. She would run a fashion blog, and be super into French and Goth Loli fashion trends. She has her own “aesthetic” and also probably runs a black-and-white blog with the only color being left, and in fact emphasised, is red. Sometimes she makes magazine cutout collages on poster board and posts photos to her fashion blog, which has a french title.

Gerad: Other than maintaining his seedy fake dating profiles for stalking prey, for which he creates the most ridiculous personas, he most likely would pretend to go off to do something extremely serious and important, when in reality he can be found crying over a movie like Marley and Me or something similarly sappy involving a dog. He won’t even let his wife see him like this. He has probably played Undertale, and could not complete a Genocide run. He bailed at Papyrus. He just couldn’t do it, man.

Merlot: Getting high off of his own product and contemplating the universe. He’ll tell you how you’ll die, and you'll only half believe he’s joking. It will haunt you. Bolt has varying effects, depending on the concentration, he of course only gets the purest, direct from the source, and so he gets really like chill, but hyper focused only in his head. He’ll tell you anything you want to know, whether you believe him or not is up to you, and who knows whether you should or not.

{Kudai}: Kudai paints and reads when her husband isn’t home. When he is, she spends every moment with him, as it isn’t the majority. They will cook together, or rather he will be there as he cooks, because he doesn’t his way around the kitchen. She will make whatever he asks for, but as quickly as possible. She can be called at any moment to make something for Toby, or anybody else really. That’s how it is when you’re the indentured servant responsible for cooking. She will curl up in her husband’s lap as much as possible, she memorizes every aspect of him when he is home so that she can sketch him when she is not. She used to want to design clothing like Penelope, but after she laughed in her face when she showed her a sketch on a loose piece of paper, she never tried again, other than making her own clothing.

{Tyram}:If he is with his wife, he spends every second with her. He doesn’t sleep if they are together overnight. He must protect her. He is responsible for her fate, and it weighs on him. He thinks about the deal he made often. How he wished he hadn’t been so impulsive as to sell his soul and her servitude to a demon. If he is without her, or on a mission, and somehow manages to get time off, he might hunt, if the mood strikes him, or drink with Xee. They don’t talk; they have nothing to talk about.

Hey there! Hope you can walk enough to get this out of the mailbox! Just kidding, I know just how much I hurt you last night, you should still be mobile. Should be.

I’m always just so angry when I’m not with you, it makes me want to hit you! And I promise, work is gonna get me super frustrated, it always does, and I’ll take it out on you again tonight. That’s what happens when you’re dating a demon, I guess. Well, I dunno if I should say “dating” per say, you never really agreed to be my girl, cause I never really asked! Haha!!

Anyways, you, you’re mine now. You know that right, girl? My little cute fluffy fox, you’re my pet now! You belong to me, you are nothing but MINE. I will literally fucking kill you if you try to leave or anything! You know I’m not exaggerating.

And you know, I feel special about you, like none of the other pets I’ve owned. You know, I think you might be a girl I want to Own in a very specific way, you know? Like, forever. Your fucking soul, your body, your future. I feel like you’re special! Like you’re going to usher in something wonderful!! Well, and terrible. But only for the humans. I’m kind of sick of just back alley dealings, you know? But I can’t exactly move up in the world from where I’m at. I’ve done everything I can! I’ll tell you what I do need though, and I think you can give it to me. I need the next generation. I need a successor. No human blood in him at all. I’ll breed that out of my line, by breeding you! Yeah, you’ll be good at it, I just know it. For some reason it feels right, you know? Like you’re going to be mine forever! Oh, I already said that, I think, but who the fuck cares.

Xee says this is the right move, like it’s prophesied or some shit? To be honest I don’t really care, but oh baby, ain’t just saying just how meant to be we are? You’ll have my kid, he’ll destroy the human’s world! Doesn’t that just sound tops? Sure it does.

And the best part! Once you’ve served that purpose, I can do whatever I want to you! Even fucking tear you into little shreds. That would be lovely, your tail would make a lovely conversation piece in the living room!

-You’re Mine Until You Die (And I’ll be the One to Kill You)

Toby: Literally an ihop, not a diner, nothing fancy, chain shit. He would order toast and sunny side up eggs. He wouldn’t eat the eggs. He would poke the yolks and watch them run and then “accidentally” spill his drink directly onto the server. We would talk about blatantly illegal things, and he wouldn’t give it a second thought, despite being in public. People are not annoyed, they are scared. They do not know why.

Fox girl: A hole in the wall family owned place. Quiet, low lighting. Secluded, back alley. You don’t even know it's there unless you somehow always have. She orders something small, cheap. A berry salad with lightly grilled mice on the side. Her tastes are a mix between human and animal. As we talk, she constantly glances over her shoulder, an obviously terrified and broken woman. We talk about the weather, the color of the sky, the lack of stars, how the temperatures are changing. Her eyes dart to the door every time it opens, looking for that tell-tale glint of silver. Her tail never ceases a nervous ticking sweep from the back of her chair to the floor.

Xee: A pub, obviously owned by their organization. We sit in the back, in a private booth; there’s a screen separating us from the rest of the restaurant. It is dark. He lights a cigarette. He is the only one in the establishment that is smoking. His flames are pale purple and blue. He orders a glass of pure russian vodka, on the rocks. He sips it slowly, never breaking eye contact. I am nervous. He notices. We discuss business. Opportunities, failures, and successes. He never flinches, never shows emotion, always keeps his eyes trained on me. He finishes his drink and takes his last drag. Our conversation is over, and I am escorted out.

Penelope: Somewhere bright, a pub that is a small slice of a building. Everyone knows her, knows what she is. We sit at a table in the middle, against the wall, parallel to the bar. She is served alcohol, despite appearances. She orders a “Bloody Cosmopolitan” and a rare fillet steak. She tells me that I can order whatever I wish that “Money is no object”, but I politely decline. We talk about fashion. Clothing that she wants in her new line, things she’s been working on. You really have time to build a portfolio when you’ve lived a few centuries. She wants to bring back the Flapper era, I tell her that it is a great idea. “It is, isn’t it?” she replies happily, not a worry in the world. She gazes out of the window at the moon. She thinks of her husband.

Gerad: We meet at an italian restaurant, of all places. He immediately tells the waiter that he is allergic to garlic. They look at him oddly, but eventually leave to bake us garlic-free breadsticks. He orders something that I can’t pronounce. It’s almost raw, thinly sliced steak over a bed of greens. It is very expensive. We talk about frivolous things. He gushes about his wife. He loves her very much. He asks if I’d like to have a threesome with them. I decline.

Merlot: I bring him take out from a greasy burger joint, somewhere famous for some kind of heart-attack on a bun challenge. He never leaves his lab. Electricity crackles up his horns as soon as he sees the bag, grease stained and delicious-smelling as it is. His hair is teased and tangled as ever. He does not remove his labcoat to eat. What he had me order him was something with three types of cheese, extra havarti, extra pickles, no lettuce, regular tomato, all sauces on the side. He adds three packets of mustard, one of mayo, and four of ketchup. He somehow manages to get nothing on his clothing. I am amazed. He tells me about his recent innovations. He’s working on a new strain of Bolt that is to be introduced in a specific foreign market for certain reasons that he cannot tell me. He clams up and begins eating fries with mustard instead of ketchup. He looks up at me after some time, and in an annoyed tone, asks, “You’re still here?” I show myself out.

{Kudai}: She invites me over for a home cooked meals. She asks me to bring a white wine. We have baked chicken with lemon, lightly breaded, with a rice pilaf side. She is a very accomplished cook. We speak of her husband; she becomes quiet when I ask where he is. She does not know. She misses him. She has been painting to pass the time. She shows me her most recent piece; a brightly colored meadow, stretching, endless blue sky and white and yellow flowers in the green grass. She calls it “Freedom”.

{Tyram}: We meet at a greek restaurant. It is family owned. He says he likes to patronize small businesses. We order gyros. He gets extra meat, and adds white cheese. He is predominantly silent while he eats, it is comfortable, companionable silence. The kind of silence from someone that does not get to slow down often. He orders a slice of cake for his wife. He smiles gently at it and holds it very carefully in it’s to go box. We hug before parting ways. He is a kind man, I feel sorry for him.

I have been trying to write this story for YEARS and I’m going to actually try for once, or at least more so than I have before. I have the time, the lack of distractions, and the prep time!

I will be posting character development exercises, plot development, ideas, musings, etc. here. The tag will be “devil nano”.

“Devil” is not the final title by any means, but it’s what I’m currently working under.