#fumys

And then…there was Pitch World. An interesting place that was unlike any other.  He had heard things about Pitch World, that it was a place of darkness and the way of life there was very unlike the one the residents of his world had lived.  It was a harsh, cruel place with an equally harsh, cruel god.

He hadn’t remembered the last time he had even seen the Pitch God.  Fumus was someone who’s presence couldn’t be ignored, the kind of guy who could turn heads with presence alone and a stare cold enough to make any man’s balls pull up inside of their body.  There was something rugged and harsh about him.  A man of men.

Reficul must have truly trusted him with the task at hand to send him to a place like this.  Then again, poor Lzet was more than flooded with paperwork since her last stroll, so he would have to do, and well…he would do anything for the beautiful she-devil.

Piercing yellow eyes looked to the precious documents in his hands.  He wasn’t going to let his devil down. After all, if these were for someone like Fumus, then it must have been very important. Mephir knew that it was something he couldn’t screw up.

Usually, he wasn’t too keen on delivering papers like this, but for her he’d make an exception.

It was strange, really. The angel that he had informed of his arrival didn’t seem to really want to go to Fumus for anything.  It seemed more of a punishment that he had approached them about the ordeal than they seemed happy to help him.

He supposed that was angels for you.  Such sickeningly terrible creatures they were.

Much better steeped in corruption than living with their ‘virtue’.

It seemed angels were just as pathetic as he once knew them to be.  Ah, what an annoyance.  At least dealing with them would only be temporary. If he could get past this, then he could see the god, hand him the paperwork and be on his merry way.

After all, there were people to tempt down the path of corruption.  So many to spread filth to and so little time.  The world needed someone like him.  She needed someone like him.

Glancing around at the interior as he was lead to the god’s quarters, he found it to be quite nice. Everything was orderly and in place, until he stepped foot in the god’s office.  It was a dimply lit place, riddled with smoke and the scent of dark brewed coffee.  There were a lot of papers littered about, he could even compare such a place to Lzet’s office.

Did he really have no one to do all of this work?  Perhaps he chose to do it alone.

Judging by those bag under his eyes, he probably toiled away at them.

Ah, what a shame.  No wonder this man was such a shut in.

When he walked in, he saw the god, tapping around impatiently.  Mephir took in his presence, the smell of smoke that surrounded him and his rugged exterior.  So, this was the man that was his devil’s friend’s brother.  He definitely was all that he was made out to be.

Cold, purple eyes framed with bags from overwork and long nights…probably of doing all of that paperwork. Ah, what useless angels he had. The god wore muted clothes, corporate casual and dare the demon think it, he looked…normal? So normal for a god.  Not at all what he was used to.  Well, not with a god like Elux around who wore such extravagant clothing.

Despite this, he had a certain…quality about him.  Fumus was a nice dresser, he’d give him that and he was good-looking in a rugged, bad boy sense.  Also, that undertone of red hair was exceptionally beautiful.  Oh, how he did love red.  It was the perfect shade, too.  

The color of blood.

Such a wonderful choice.

For a moment, he had almost forgotten why he had come there.  Laughing a little nervously to himself as he felt the god’s gaze beating down on his form, the demon snapped out of his thoughts and addressed him.

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

Playing sentinel wasn’t something Lzet was fond of, or even something he liked doing when he had mountains of paperwork back in his own world, but this was a special occasion.

By ‘special’ it was more like an urgent situation.

That devil his girlfriend used to torment had gone on some ego trip and was harassing Gray World, throwing off the balance of their ordered system and Reficul decided to take matters into her own hands, though it was much in her own, quiet way. 

Honestly, what was he thinking?

Lzet hadn’t really known Ivlis too well, due to being cooped up in his office while Reficul and Satanick did...whatever it was that they had.  The only thing Lzet remembered from the incident was that Ivlis’ screams of torment impeded on his work ethic.

Now, he found himself before the rainbow-infested world of the smoke god. Crimson pupils examined the fine detail of the man’s office, with finely shined wood and a surprisingly gray color scheme for a world that seemed to drip saccharine imagery.

How odd...

Even odder still was the man seated before him. He smoked like a freight train, dressed in drab, muted tones with the same haggard expression he had.  In a way, it was as if Lzet was looking into a mirror, seeing some odd distortion of himself.

Fumus’ most striking feature were his deep, purple eyes and the red undertones of his hair that stuck out brilliantly against his earth toned scheme.

“That is about the size of it,” he finished his explanation for being in the god’s realm. “If I need to be employed then I will investigate as well.  It’s been a while since I’ve had to take action, but I am not above it.”