The creature tilts their head up towards the trees stretching across the sky. The city only has a few trees scattered about, just enough that there is some contrast to the metal buildings fighting for the space above. A shadow clad hand reaches over towards one of the trees, claws brushing against the bark seeming to inspect it with pale eyes. 

There shouldn’t be any differences between the tree in front of him and the trees scattered through out. This one looks like it has marks against the trunk. One’s that looks similar to the white trees baring marks that looks similar to eyes peering out. Yet this one seems different, the marks looking twisted in surprise and being far to close to a face.

Submission was easy when well-fed. Demands were rarely, if ever, questioned, for that meant another night hungry, another night of unrest plagued by memories becoming more and more hazy around the edges with the ticking of the clock. Even those were easy to ignore these days, attention turning completely toward Denji's object of burning desire. Whatever she wanted, she would get, and all she had to do to get him to bark or play fetch or wag his tail was to give him a little smile. Makima's smiles held a hint of magical ambiguity, a certain veil of ironic melancholy mixed with a halo of superiority; an angel comforting a leper... A leper whose primary goal in life was to cop a feel and who had an eye for ❛ melons, ❜ but that makes this all the less serious, so we'll cut that out. ❝ Miss Makima... ❞ he started, drifting off momentarily the way he always did when that crimson-laced gaze turned toward him almost expectantly. Keep it together, Denji, lest you want to forgo dinner and a complimentary ❛ good boy ❜ from your master. His mind raced ahead, finally reaching what he wanted to inquire about. An unbearable, irritated flush rose up his neck as he narrowed his eyes and shifted his gaze away. ❝ I'm just gonna come right out and say it straight. I think I've proved long enough already with Power and whats-his-face that I can work with ya' now. Maybe it's 'bout time ta' promote me, ya' know? ❞ ... It had, in fact, only been one (1) week.

⤏ send me “plots please”… and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses! / @shihaino

This is more of a connection/dynamic idea. Aki rising in rank to be able to accompany Makima on her conferences?? He begins to realize what she really is?? However he's being bound to the secret because at this point he cares for Denji, Power, and Angel? He begins to see what more is at play with the Public Safety Devil Hunters Department. Basically turns even more into her dog.

CSM spoilers underneath the read more...

Reincarnation AU. I have to reread the fight between Gun Devil Fiend Aki and Denji. But if Aki wasn't eaten by CSM then perhaps he comes back ( maybe Makima didn't get defeated yet or something) as a devil/fiend. Of course he doesn't remember his previous life, but it we can discuss a way that it begins to come back.

「    @shihaino​ asked ― “What happened here?”    」

       𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌.that urge to immediately answer creeps in the back of his throat but he’s able to stave it off for now, instead lifting his chin to meet her gaze. eyes flicker toward the pool of blood, knowing makima won’t rest without some sort of response. hands slide into the pockets of his dress pants, wings shifting against his back. 

       ❝ i’m just as confused as you are . . . i stumbled upon the scene only minutes ago. ❞

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀. // @shihaino

"Then I give you my word; I will not abandon you in your time of need."

He is always so straightforward that it feels painful sometimes. If he was more eloquent he might find words that could convince those around him he meant what he said. It might be difficult for some to understand but for Hayden; saying was to do. To do was to say. He didn't need to promise something, because the mere act of speaking was the same as doing for him.

His hand lifts up, hesitantly at first. But then it moves again towards her, his index and thumb takes her hand. Then the rest of his fingers follow, closing around as he squeezes. It was something he'd remember from his past, he just couldn't remember when. But the emotions it provoked was that of comfort, and genuineness.

"You have aided me in my madness. I will aide you in yours, wherever it might take me. That is the meaning of loyalty."