I summoned the (demon) prince of lust and honestly, what the fuck.
anyway I don’t know how to end anything so, uh, here, have a crack ship and a really, really stupid vmv headcanon
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Encre bit his lip, staring down at the heart-shaped sigil nervously. Was he really doing this?
Yes. Yes, he absolutely was.
He restlessly glanced back to the locked door; it wouldn’t hurt anyone- it couldn’t! It had a heart on it.
He means, it was probably to summon a demon. But, uh, y’know. Nobody’ll get hurt.
He rolled his eyes. Of course nobody would get hurt! He knew that. He opened his desk drawer, pushing various trinkets out of the way to get to his chalk and needle, because those are things he possessed, obviously; he took those out.
He cleared a spot on his floor. He copied the sigil onto the wood, giving it a once over, twice. A twice-over? Maybe even a thrice-over?
He took a breath (into his lungs) and the needle into his hand. Before he knew it…
Splash.
A drop of his blood landed on the sigil. It started to glow. The glow grew, gleaming. He stood up, not exactly caring where the chalk and needle ended up.
A shimmering purple figure popped into the light, which seemed surprisingly undemonic to Encre. He blinked, staring at it. The light around it sped up, swirling around the human-like figure.
Bird-like wings sprouted out of its back. Two of them. Then two more. And then… two more?
Three sets of wings.
Three?
Horns popped out of the figure’s head. Three sets of those, too.
The only thing he could make out (other than the wing and horn shapes) from the figure was its necklace. A gold one with an upside-down purple heart. From that, ribbons sprouted, wrapping around its legs, which Encre couldn’t help but gaze at for (what he felt like was) a moment too long. The ribbons, again, curled up, bending at the end into a shape. The same shape as the necklace.
Finally, several of the ribbons, which Encre soon realized were probably not ribbons, spiraled up, detaching from the necklace and floating to the figure’s head. It made hair.
The light flashed brightly, nearly blinding Encre. He blinked, trying to regain his sight. When he finally did, the figure, which turned out to be a curly-haired, pleasant-looking man. With three sets of wings- and three sets of horns!- all different shades of purple. His eyes, tail, and pants were the same hues.
Encre blinked, thinking, Was that really a demon sigil? This man seems too pleasant to be one. He has the horns, sure, but…
The demon(?) smiled, breaking the (now awkward) silence.
“Uh, hello! Are you the one who summoned me? You have wonderful eyes.”
“Um, uh, what,” Encre stuttered, staring up at the man, motioning stupidly, “Who?”
He blinked. Laughing slightly, he responded, “Oh- how rude of me! Greetings! I’m Asmarath, the prince of lust. And you are…?”
“I, um- yes?”
Asmarath gave him a moment. A silent moment.
“Your… name is ‘Yes’? That’s a rather odd name, especially for a mortal.”
Encre blinked the stars out of his eyes. He shook his head and stood up, clearing his throat and crossing his hands behind his back. He smiled gently, “Oh, uh- No! My name is Encre. I apologize- I have a bit of a tough time giving my name to some- especially to such a beautiful person.”
