#oncedemonlord

You look fantastic yourself. How do you stay so slim?

Azrael: Oof... Ah, shite... How the bleeding fuck does this work!?

"Sheesh, calm down, G, I did water it down…y’know…with beer…" Rovell began laughing uncontrollably.

You may find your answer here!

Atma is tall and thin, with a pale complexion. Her hair is long and blond, almost white, and she has large golden eyes. Much to the delight of Ghirahim, she is incredibly proper in both bearing and elocution. She is bold and confident, and her tongue is both sharp and sweet. She can convince either of her fathers to give her whatever she desires (they both dote endlessly on her, but Ghirahim won’t deal with her shit if she gets out of line). At the same time, she can deliver plenty of playful sass to both of her parents, and an equal amount of not-so-playful sass for the many men who seek her affections. Her blood runs strong with magic, having inherited both demonic and elemental magic. Unfortunately, her long fingers are too unsteady to help at the tailor’s shop. When Ghirahim goes to work she likes to wander around town and explore, a trait taken from Rovell. She always makes sure to get home early though to greet Ghirahim as he comes home telling him that, once more, she had an uneventful day helping around the house. Atma loves to spend time with both of her fathers, and is often the one to settle any family differences. Aside from adventuring, her favorite activity is mimicking her father’s speech.

Belial also wields magic but his is of the darker sort. He takes after his father in the demonic area of his life but prefers to remain hidden and simple in life. His powers are only used in trying conditions. If Belial doesn’t get his way his eyes gleam red like Kafei’s and his color distorts to that like Ghirahim’s demon form. When this happens Ghirahim needs to restrain him. If Ghirahim is not home Kafei is forced to let Belial have his way or else possible death. Belial does not wish to kill Kafei but in that moment his darkness is too powerful to control.

"Cutie? Thank you… But what is a pq2t? That makes no sense…”

Kafei shuffled up to the small building with the letters blazed Gilded in the front. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he looked through the windows to see a multitude of mannequins with bodices covered in lace and couldn't help but cringe. He sucked in a deep breath and walked forward into the store. He was wafted by the smell of cologne and... incense was it? He twirled around to see everything inside, his hands absentmindedly touching the fabric of every article of clothing. Silk, taffeta, suede… all the luxurious fabrics that his family used to always insist that he wore. Looking at a suit behind a glass box made him feel very conscious about the clothes he was wearing. His pants were patched up and his coat was oversized, the white fluff of his shirt was starting to lose its elegant flair. This suit was crisp and dark with not a stain on it. It was almost too perfect. His hands fiddled with the glass box, tracing the outside edge to find some sort of opening. Part of him wanted to know what the suit felt like. He had just found a notch in the glass to stick his finger inside and pull when he looked back at the case and the glass reflection revealed that he was not alone.