#horrorcomeshome

He was livid.

This plan was ridiculous. No one in their right mind should have believed it, and yet, somehow the simpletons in the village had.

The other brides, however, had definitely noticed.

"A feast?" Death curled its lip.

"You confuse me with my host. I have no desire to partake in such a vile act," it cursed Caine and his daughter. It wanted nothing to do with the little monster and yet it was stuck with her. It swore she held the power to undo it, but it would never admit so.

"If you're wanting to prove yourself to me then do something impressive. Be helpful. Do as you're told," it finished it's glass of what appeared to be wine; though dark, nearly black.

It set the glass aside and and turned back to him. It's lips pressed into a thin line and looked down upon him with a firmness in it's expression.

❝Ah—!❞

ashley cleans out her inbox!

gossip is cleansing for the soul — copyright eliza sheridan, right fucking now. she looks right out of sex and the city; talking shit about people she knows, especially her ex girlfriend, with a glass of the good shit in hand. this is supposed to be a cathartic, healing vent.

“i should rip that bitch’s hair out.” eliza hisses before gulping down the rest the blood in her nearly-full glass. so, she’s not taking the news of her ex finding a new girlfriend well. eliza’s not actually sure who the she in question is; maybe both of them, it might make her feel better. her pouting scowl is actually hilarious, but auri better not point that out. whatever’s left of her soul is on fucking fire, or whatever poetic shit alex would say right now.

Zura knew at a glance that Zasha was into her, the way they kept looking at her made it clear and above that, she felt the same way about them. The other demon was incredibly sexy to her, as sexy as one could be without being another concubus like her and she had wondered when one of them would grow tired of this game of cat and mouse and finally pounce. She had been dancing in front of him when she felt his hands on her waist, pulling her down. It had been well and long enough waiting for it that she just went along with the movement, straddling it as she was pulled to its lap. Being what she was. Zura always felt an underlying amount of lust at any given moment, but being maneuvered like that by another demon only made that feeling rise in her, and before she even had a moment to tease them about it, their lips were on hers and she was utterly delighted, letting out a soft moan into the kiss and she wrapped her arms around their neck. It had only just started but already she found herself craving more from it, craving it’s touch.

It didn't quite feel like Christmas Eve, but the princess tried not dwell on the fact as she sat, curled up by the fire in Nico's chambers, wrapped in a blanket and leaning against the wall as she read a book that Jacques had blessedly let her borrow. At first she had been surprised that he hadn't only had books that would terrify her out of her mind, but found, as she got to know him, that he had a softer side, too. In the chill of the Christmas Eve morning, she could almost imagine she was at home reading one of her story books.

"Oh, get rid of that dreadful thing." Julian waved his hands at the sight of the lantern. It was a useless hunk of metal to him, and even less so to the demon sneering in the back of his mind.

"Go on! Go!" Julian followed him along to the back and out of guest sight. He had to clean up this mess quickly, including their unexpected guest.

Jamie had never considered the fact he could very well be the object of as common of a gesture of angling the chin to look into the eyes of a taller person, even though he himself was rather short, especially without too much of a heel on his shoes. This was one such day where instead of their usual platforms, they wore the standard doc marten shoes. The height difference didn't really strike him until this moment and when it did, it was as this was happening. He enjoyed playing the part of the unflappable goth kid, but in actuality, he was very flappable, especially in this situation as a blush began spreading across his pale face, looking her in the eyes. "Alright, you have my attention," they stated, trying to act as though they were in fact not as flustered as they were. "Now what is you want," he added, keeping his eyes locked to hers.