🪷| THE DEVIL.

"...IT SEEMS YOU ARE MISTAKEN. heaven and hell do not exist in this world. those things don't exist at all. they're made up. just human conceits. the reality is that even those who live upright and good lives meet with misfortune while the wicked act as they please."

#uppertwo: a private dōma rp blog, written by maggie. read the rules on @rabbitprose before interacting ; lore heavily affiliated with @tsukkiakarii. gif credit.

and it was instinct for dōma to be gentle; to wish to tend to and care for others, even when they used him so. associating violence with imperfection, for the longest time — he didn't allow himself to kill or eat.

and even now, a weight rests on his shoulders — having committed an unforgivable sin.

"…i won't allow violence in this room," perhaps he shouldn't have let alucard inside his temple — now, pools of blood reaching towards his feet — does he feel regret for what he has done? or does he merely uphold a tradition, that he was otherwise punished for?

"they have done nothing to me," a chilling response, "i only… did what i had to."

his head ached.

"i have to be there for them, i have to protect them — guide them, nurture them," and then, "what kind of prophet kills his listeners? do you think of me as—"

"—some kind of freak of nature? something wrong and evil? a monster?"

"a... demon?"

unprompted. / always accepting!

and she was oddly docile, during these vulnerable moments. he knew she didn't show this side to many — and he considered it a great honour to be able to see her like this. there remains a pleasant smile on his lips, running periwinkle nails through spiky tresses of hair.

he dare not ruin the moment with words.

resident evil requiem prompts. / accepting!

"…were you?" comes an innocent question, "ah — i didn't mean to wake you, if you were trying to nap…!"

a swallow, before he sits by her. nestling up to her — she was always so warm; it made him feel less cold, if only for a moment.

"you can go back to resting your eyes, if you'd like," voice soft and melodic, "i could hum to you, maybe…"

send, "you're okay, just breathe for me." for sender to find receiver in the midst of a panic attack. / accepting!

and it was instinctual for him to laugh, even when he was panicking. it was instinctual for him to smile, even when he was panicking. it was a rare moment for dōma to become overwhelmed by the reality that lay before him — but it was not impossible.

the room became so cold, branches of ice spilling out from his shadow. he wanted the world to freeze, if only for a moment — he wanted it to stop, he wanted it to stop.

please, just stop.

her hand holds his wrist in place, for dōma became a dangerous thing when he was drowning in emotion. it wasn't the first time he'd reached to gouge out his eyes — but she knew, she knew where his mind went when it was scared.

"—let me go," laughter dies, and smile fades — eerily serious, "i want them out."

lines from various media. / accepting!

"—oooh~?" a playful expression rests on his features — remaining lighthearted despite the topic at hand. a clawed digit is pressed to fatty chin, letting out a hum as he tries to understand inosuke's —

— AUDACITY.

"that's not very nice, you know," and then, true nature starts to bloom — teeth bared, smiling.

"do you really think such a place exists? tell me, tell me," a sweet giggle, "even more so, do you really think you'll make things right by making me DISAPPEAR?"

"will it bring back all the people i've tortured, slain, and devoured?" giggle turns to laughter, "will it make you happy...?"