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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-bottom:-21px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:-2px][align=right][font=georgia][size=37pt][color=#A9BCF5]Dracul Maltheal[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=#A9D0F5] DEMON | PRINCE OF HELL | 27 HUMAN YEARS OLD | "BAD BOY"[/fancypost]


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    Maltheal knew that his father hated him. Everyone hated the prince. Even the goddess, who tried so hard to like the boy, didn't want anything to do with him. So, he grew up alone. Living off of luxury and being able to be kept away from people -- especially his father -- was somewhat easy. Though, since he was, in fact, royalty, any time Lucifer needed to discuss something in heaven with God, maltheal was forced to attend. Not even Jesus, who was supposed to love everyone -- including Satan -- wanted to be near the prince.


    So, maltheal grew up hardened and unfamiliar with feelings past anger and annoyance. He wasn't able to recognize and deal with emotions very well, and it was increidbly hard for him to accept that he actually has feelings. He lashes out when something happens to him that is unfamiliar. Any time he is around his mother -- whom he loves dearly -- he grows annoyed and moody; not accustomed to the feeling of affection. He uses people for his own personal gain and is as narcissistic as they come.


    Apart from being an asshole, which he excels at, his skills include an array of things. Fighting, manipulation, indifference, and he is known to be the complete master of seduction. Virtually everyone cracks under his sultry words eventually -- even archangels Michael and Gabriel have trouble keeping themselves from sinning. They haven't fallen into sin yet, but maltheal finds great pleasure in watching the angels struggle.


    --


    Soft hums and whispers of words that would make parents cover their children's ears filled the room. Six pairs of hands grabbed at the prince's skin, scratching at it and wanting to feel more. The prince himself was bathing in the overwhelming scent that the lustful women gave off. No one seemed to be wanting to stop, and they practically fell over one another to try and get to him. Matltheal was at his best here -- being bombarded with naked bodies and hushed pleas.


    However, his fun was cut short -- at the finishing moment between him and the women. The man grew irritated as he was forcefully ripped from the encounter and tossed from dimension to dimension, managing to control his rage somewhat to keep from destroying the entire city.


    Maltheal was able to control fire, darkness, possession and flight as he wished. His wings were also sentient to a certain extent. Every other element he possessed was uncontrollable and set off with his rage. So, passing from the dimension of sinful pleasure to a dimension that he wasn't being pleasured in was annoying and pissed him off.


    His body ignited into fire as he was pushed through the portal into the earthen realm, his large wings stretching out behind him as he stepped into human territory -- his form nothing but a silhouette of flames. However, the fire soon stopped and seemed to melt away. Dracul's body was clothed in form-fitting black jeans, black combat boots, a black muscle shirt, a leather jacket, and fingerless leather gloves. His gigantic wings -- stretching nearly fourth feet tip to tip -- folded tightly behind his back and hugged his frame, not showing from any angle unless you lifted his shirt.


    Crossing his arms over his chest, the demon hissed as the portal was closed behind him, refusing to open again. Someone summoned him. Why? Could they not tell he was busy? Of course they couldn't. Humans were ungodly annoying with their curiosity. Glancing around, maltheal frowned.


    He was in what seemed to be an abandoned factory, the smell of old metal and distant gasoline was overwhelming. It was dark, apart from the moonlight shining through cracks and holes in the decrepit building. He heard soft whimpering and got hit with a wave of fear. Turning his head slowly, he was met with the form of a cowered human, staring at him in disbelief. Underneath the human was a burning ouija board, set on fire from acting as a portal for the demon to step through.


    The demon's body turned towards the human and he stepped forward, taking long, slow strides towards the other male. [b]"Well, well, well." His voice was a deep growl, sounding like a chorus of people talking at once -- only everyone had an ungodly deep voice. Eventually, his voice faded from sounding like a hellish choir and melted into just one voice; dripping with annoyance.


    "lookie here. Another skeptical human who played his cards right. Congratulations. You've just summoned the very prince of hell -- and now I'm fucking stuck here to obey your commands like a goddamn slave. What the hell could you possibly want? Hmm?"


    (( whoops this post sucked my bad
    Also, this is the inspiration for his wings, so these are what his wings will look like.
    click~
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; font-family: Georgia;]okay so i friggin love the title
    tracking untiiiiiiil after my showrrrrr

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    I am the master at coming up with titles
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-bottom:-21px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:-2px][align=right][font=georgia][size=37pt][color=thistle]Matthew Locke[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=peachpuff] HUMAN | 21 YEARS OLD | MALE | ADORABLE[/fancypost]


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    It had all begun as simple, adventurous fooling around. A simple act spurred on by the events of a damned movie that had made there imaginations run wilder than they should have. None of them had there heads on right that after noon. In the hours prior to the incident, three long time friends had shared a few good spins of alcohol at one of there places.


    "Oh damn, Matty, this shit is trippy!" Matthew, or Matty, had looked over to the couch to his friend, Justin. They were fantastic buddies, but like all good friends, one of the seemed to be constantly tipping towards the deep end. Justin represented this end. He was a horrid drunk with a nose that could sniff out any alcohol wherever it was. Justin was looking over the back of the suede couch, his eyes wide but glossy to the point he appeared to be disgruntled and upset.


    "You shouldn't watch that crap while you're schmammered off your ass, Justin. " Matthew rolled his eyes. Mounted on the wall above his fireplace, was a large, flat screen tv He couldn't remember the exact diameter, but it was nearly to much screen to look at. On it, he was able to immediately recognize the movie, The Conjuring. Matthew wasn't able to recall just how many times he had seen it but it was enough to quite certain scenes.


    From the kitchen, Matthew came in with two glasses in his hands. One was filled with half of vodka and orange juice and the other was coke and rum- both had a rim lined with sugar and a wedge of lime. Dropping to the couch, he pushed the one with vodka to Justin- he was much to wasted to tolerate the rum. "You're the one that put it on", Justin grinned. Snatching the glass, he began sucking it down.


    Matthew opened his mouth to respond but was interupted by someone bursting through large oak door of his apartment. Bewildered, he had turned around to see Noah. Now, he loved his friend dearly, but Noah was always deemed at the 'oddball'. He spent his free time surfing the Internet, searching up and finding everything he could about the paranormal, including videos and supposes documented footage.


    "You guys!" Noah's tone was high and squeaky like that of a cat in heat. "Look what I got!" From behind him, he yanked out a board. By the looks, it was very old, somewhat ancient and taped to one side, Matthew could pick out what looked like a triangular magnifier. "What the hell is that?", Matthew asked. He took a quick sip of his drink, his tongue flicking along the rim to taste the sweet sugar. It hadn't been expected for Noah to come over- he had told them he was helping his parents, whom he still lived with surprise surprise, clean there attic.


    "I found it in the attic, it's only of those Ouija, ghost summoning things!", Noah hurried over and held it out. The board wasn't big, but it had an intricate blue and black design painted on what looked like cherry wood. All the letters were painted with a silver hue, even the 'yes' and 'no' had the colour. If not for the obvious age, it might have been a beautiful piece to display somewhere.


    "Throw that shit away. " Justin recoiled away, his drink sloshing around the cup. He was an avid believer in the afterlife and the space that rested between the living and dead. Even drunk, he knew what it was." No, no, I have something to try!"


    It happened fast but before Matty or Justin knew it, all three of them were huddled around the board in an old Mill that some kids had broken into. The walls were lined with colorful graffiti illuminated by the dim glow of the subset streaming through the craters and cracks. Justin was terrified- his eyes shown with fear even through the thick glaze that covered them. He didn't want to be anywhere near the board.


    "Come on, I just want to see if it works", Noah had told them. All three of them had there fingers on the small triangle and Noah was trying his best to get them to participate. "You have to say it or IT won't work. Come on." Clearing his throat, he began the chant again, chorused by his friends.


    'As friends we've gathered
    Hearts are true,
    Spirits near,
    We call to you    '


    That was when it happened; a chill came over the room followed by a deep roaring whoosh!. Justin had jumped up and fled- Noah had shrunk into the corner a fearful look on his face. And Matthew sat, to petrified to even move from the spot. "Wh-who are you..", he whispered when the dark figure appeared.


    - okay, so this sucks but I really didn't know how to start

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; overflow: auto; height: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]maltheal stuck his nose up to the man who questioned him. he literally just told him who he was... humans. so typically afraid of everything and everyone. the second something unknown came into question, they flipped their shit and ran away. technically, these particular humans didn't have too many options to go to. they could run out of the house and that was about it.


    sucking in a deep breath through his nose, maltheal released a low hum, glancing around the room. there was liquor spilled on the floor and maltheal clucked his tongue, slowly shaking his head back and forth. [b]"what a fuckin' waste of good alcohol," he muttered. his arms crossed over over his stomach and he took his time in looking around, a small smirk landing on his face.


    finally, maltheal looked down to the human sitting on the floor, frozen in front of him. one of the humans had up and ran off, while the other human had scurried into a corner. his dark eyes flickered between the two remaining humans and he gave a low growl. "well, if you had taken the time to listen to me when i spoke before, you would know, now, wouldn't you?" he hissed.


    the demon twisted his body around, landing heavily on the couch. his arms draped over the back of the couch and he grinned. "i'm maltheal. prince of hell. you know your little escapade with the Ouija board? basically, your little stunt summoned me; a demon. is that clearer now?"


    [[ omg bby it's totally fine
    if you don't have muse, we don't have to continue this babe
    we can totally come up with a new thread if you'd like <3


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=peachpuff] HUMAN | 21 YEARS OLD | MALE | ADORABLE[/fancypost]


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    but i wouldn't mind more hurrhurr
    my unread replies has begun sad[hr]


    Matthew flinched from the hard voice. It was cold and cruel, holding a constant and horrible anger he knew couldn't be something that a human would harvest. "I.. Um, uh, sir, we didn't mea-.." The words tumbled out with Matthew not trying to finish the sentence. When he lifted his gaze, a whimper almost slipped between his lips.


    This thing, the demon, was terrifying. He possessed a human outward appearance, but it was his eyes, his body and stature that struck fear into Matthew. Maltheal carried himself with an air of narcissism and an egotistical manner, none of which would be a good combination with the other. He was taller and we'll manicured; from the thin clothes, he was muscular and hard, tall.. Much taller than anyone he had ever seen. The demon was horribly beautiful, but Matthew tore his gaze away just as quickly as he took the immortal being in. "W-we weren't trying to, sir..", Noah squeaked.


    With a finger, he pushed his glasses up further onto the bridge of his nose and dared to inch closer to Matthew. "We were just playing and.." He stopped, to afraid to continue. What had they done? All the stories he had found and watched had described demons as otherworldly, terrifying beasts with no mercy shown for humans. Yet, this demon looked to be an actual human.


    "It was an accident, Maltheal, sir.. " Matthew whispered and pushed himself back away from the board. He should have known better than to follow along with Noah on this crazy thing. Now what had he gotten himself into? Only his hands were touching the board when the demon appeared.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; overflow: auto; height: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]ooh. it was nice to hear the men calling him 'sir' all the time. really nice, actually. something that maltheal could definitely get used to, actually. there wasn't really anything that was stopping the demon from forcing the humans to call him sir constantly, after all. maltheal's tongue swiped over his lips slowly and he watched both of the human, practically drinking their fear.


    chuckling darkly, the demon stood from the couch and crouched down in front of matthew, tilting his head. he watched the other male closely, then shifted his gaze to the other man, noah. his fingers curled underneath matthew's chin and tilted his head up to make the younger look at him. his onyx-colored gaze was emotionless apart from a swirling, hinting danger held inside of them. [b]"oh me, oh my; how humans cry." the man hissed softly.


    the demon turned matthew's head around for a bit, as if assessing the younger man. quite the pretty thing to look at, wasn't he? giving a low snort, he released matthew's head, but stayed directly in front of the man. his eyes trailed to noah, who seemed to be the fault behind this whole little problem. maltheal wanted to tell them to call their other little friend back; the one who bailed. how rude, honestly, to leave your friends in the face of danger. then again, though, maltheal would have done the same if he were a human who summoned a demon.


    maltheal sat on the balls of his feet, draping his arms over his knees. oh, their fear was intoxicating, and maltheal was practically melting into the carpet. "well, regardless of whether or not it was an accident, it happened. i doubt you have the papers to send me back to hell, so i'm stuck here with you. now if you'll just stop crying and sniveling, i'll explain myself." a wide grin stretched onto his face and he ran his tongue over his lips again.


    "now. you've summoned me from that little piece of wood, okay? this means that i'm bound to whoever spoke last. basically what that means is that whoever i'm bound to has the ability to pretty much order me around. got it? so, if the person bound to me wants me to go kill someone, i go and kill someone. if you want me to get you a job, then you're as good as hired. makes sense?" maltheal glanced between the two men. "so? who was the last to speak?"


    [[ ohhh okay bby
    we can totally do more threads if you'd like. <3


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=peachpuff] HUMAN | 21 YEARS OLD | MALE | ADORABLE[/fancypost]


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    The lump of terror in Matthew's stomach made him want to vomit. The sight of the demon itself wasn't what was so frightening; it was his cold, empty eyes that were most menacing. Every muscle he had froze when the otherworldly creature touched him. The tips of his fingers burned against Matthew's soft skin and if he had been afraid, he would have jerked away.


    He found himself staring into Maltheal's eyes as he watched him. What was he doing? Reading his mind? Screwing with his insides with some unforseen power? The possibilities and scenarios that played through Matthew's head were endless, each one more terrible than the last. "I.. I don't have any papers, sir.." He stuttered softly, once again looking down at his own trembling fingers.


    Matthew wasn't one for getting scared. A spider could run across his arm or someone jump out at him from around the corner and he would laugh it off and carry on. But there was something strangely terrifying about the demon, yet Matthew found him... Intriguing, was the word. Forcing himself to look up, he swallowed. "I was talking last and.. The last one touching the board", Matthew admitted softly. Every instinct shrieked for him to run, to get the hell away like Justin had. But he couldn't move. Matthew, and Noah, we're rooted to the spot.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; overflow: auto; height: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Maltheal trailed his eyes between Noah and Matthew, blinking lazily. Their fear was intoxicating, honestly. And, to be quite frank, it was also a bit of a turn on. Leave it to a demon to get excited just because someone was scared. It meant that Maltheal was intimidating enough to frighten them, which meant that his ego was boosted up a couple notches. Being fearsome was kind of his job.


    The demon's lips slowly twitched into a smirk. He patted Matthew's head and chuckled quietly. [b]"you act like I'm going to slaughter you if you so much as breathe in a way that annoys me," Maltheal twisted the male's head a bit, observing the locks that his hand was stationed in. Hmm. Everything about this guy just screamed adorable. Maltheal just wanted to scoop him up and dress him in stupid outfits.


    Standing up, Maltheal huffed. "alright. Play time is over, though. You don't have the papers to unsummon me, so I'm basically just stuck here until my summoner -- that's you, Matthew -- dies. Now, I'm not allowed to physically hurt you unless you tell me to, but that doesn't mean I can't. I can easily hurt you whenever I want, but I will receive punishment for it, understand? And I'm not really one for unnecessary violence. So stop with your fucking crying and shaking, alright?"


    (( yes
    I am on here everyday bc I have no life cx
    So just hmu if you have a thread idea babe
    <3


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=peachpuff] HUMAN | 21 YEARS OLD | MALE | ADORABLE[/fancypost]


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    "You're a demon! ", Noah exclaimed suddenly," You're a cold blooded monster!" Everything he knew about the supernatural had always told him that demons were not just a passing snake in the park. They were cruel, mean beings banished to the depths of hell for some wrongdoing. They were accompanied by paranoia and the smell of rotting meet. But this, this thing, was throwing all of that off of a cliff. Noah didn't know who to comprehend it. All the videos, articles and stories were nothing but unrealised, perpetuated bullshit.


    Matthew bit his lip and pulled away again, looking down at the ground. "You're... Kind of an ass, sir", he admitted with a hint of ironic amusement. Yes, he was terrified, but the way Maltheal spoke and acted, like he where a king, was comical. Daring to look up, Matthew tried the tiniest smile. He was trying to obey what the demon bad said. "You are an ass. Would I be able to change demons?" Beside him, Noah looked at him in pure disbelief. "Are you crazy!", he hissed, sparing a glance at the demon once more.


    /kinda rushed nwn

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; overflow: auto; height: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Maltheal rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow, watching the two men. Noah's bland observation was quite... Well, Maltheal couldn't decide if he thought it was funny, or if it was annoying. He was leaning more towards annoying. Sure, Maltheal was an asshole, that was already established, honestly. Matthew pointing that out did nothing but make the demon scoff a little bit. How typical of humans to point out the obvious.


    Giving a small smirk, Maltheal chuckled. [b]"quite the joker, aren't you?" he purred, though his voice was rather emotionless. It held no sense of amusement or anything and was as empty as his gaze was. "unfortunately not. I think you should be happy that you summoned me and not some other demon. Any other demon would have broken the rules and probably would have raped you before killing you. Just be thankful that I'm a bit more well-mannered than that, will you?" he sat down on the couch again and stretched his legs out, tossing both arms behind the piece of furniture. "and yes, I am a cold blooded monster and an ass."


    (( hmm
    I only do oc bands and oc band characters, if that counts, dear >.<


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=peachpuff] HUMAN | 21 YEARS OLD | MALE | ADORABLE[/fancypost]


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    "Atleast another demon would have gotten down to business. " Matthew stated at the demon, his eyes filling with annoyance. Upon first seeing demon appear, he had assumed that that was the end. Yet, here they all were. Sitting and chilling like they were teenage girls; trying to be friends while secretly hating one another. "You're just here fucking around." Sitting back, Matthew took his chance to shove the board away from him, pushing it to the left with his foot. It had done it's job already.


    "What are you going to do now? ", Noah squeaked, shuffling closer into Matthew's side." Sit on his ass", Matthew answered. He stared up at Maltheal, finally really at him. The demon was gorgeous, and not just in high school heartthrob kind of way. He was flawless and Matthew found himself staring- no, gawking up at the man.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: firebrick; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]Beelzebub ( Maltheal )[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; margin-top: -6px;][ here i am; rock you like a hurricane ][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; overflow: auto; height: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]maltheal tilted his head a bit. oh, well by the tone of his voice, matthew would rather be violated by a demon? that's fine. he probably wouldn't have lived. demons weren't exactly gentle when it came to sex; especially not if they were actually committing rape. but maltheal didn't comment on that. he didn't want to start anything.


    raising his eyebrow, maltheal rolled his eyes again. [b]"well i was expecting you to give me order i can actually fulfill, but if you don't want me here," the demon stood up and linked his fingers behind his head. "then i'll go find something else to do until you actually need me. how does that sound?" he cooed, as though he were talking to a puppy.


    (( an oc band is basically just a band that you make up~
    like how you make original character for threads
    but you do that with an entire band
    like you make up their names
    the band name
    etc etc, if that makes sense


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=peachpuff] HUMAN | 21 YEARS OLD | MALE | ADORABLE[/fancypost]


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    "No, no don't go", Matthew said abruptly. He didn't know what came over him. Perhaps it was the mentioning of other demons and there merciless acts that put even more fear into him. It was safer to keep Maltheal. He was an ass, but atleast he hadnt done anything. Daring to stand, Matthew rubbed the back of his neck. So he could order a demon around? Someone with the ability to rip him in half, was supposed to obey what he said? It was intriguing. He suddenly began to think of all the demeaning, embarrassing things he could make Maltheal do. But Matthew wasn't a mean person. He couldn't do it.


    The buzz from his home had worn off, leaving him with an aching head but a clear mind. "Can you... Make someone forget what they saw..?" Making a subtle motion at Noah, who was inching across to the ouija board below, he glanced up at Maltheal. Of all of them, Noah would be the one to run to the cops, tell what he had seen and get all three of them locked up in pretty white straightjackets. Demons were otherworldly, so it wasn't a stupid possibility. Matthew didn't want to be locked up, but Maltheal was stuck with him.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: firebrick; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]Beelzebub ( Maltheal )[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; margin-top: -6px;][ here i am; rock you like a hurricane ][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; overflow: auto; height: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]maltheal blinked. so... now he wasn't supposed to leave? man, this human was confusing as all hell. he couldn't help but want to express his agitation, though he couldn't bring himself to. why would he? all he would do is unintentionally hurt the human. which, as much as the human annoyed him, he couldn't stand the thought of hurting matthew without a good reason. he wasn't the kind to torture innocent people. people who deserved to be tortured, yes, maltheal was more than happy to hurt those people.


    looking over to noah, maltheal nodded softly. without saying anything, he walked over to the shy human and crouched down, coming to eye level to the other man. maltheal's finger touched the human's temples and he quietly whispered a soft incantation. after the incantation was over, the demon stood back up and gestured to the human on the ground. [b]"he won't remember anything about this night. what about your other friend? the one who ran off?"


    (( they're pretty fun <3
    would you like to try one?


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=peachpuff] HUMAN | 21 YEARS OLD | MALE | ADORABLE[/fancypost]


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    Noah froze when he felt the demon touch him. Whether it was paralysis from fear or the sudden dark, empty feeling that came over him, he didn't know. When he looked up, Noah caught the soft words from Maltheal and just as he was going to flee, dip out and leave Matthew, his mind went blank and he dropped to the floor.


    "Thank you.. " Matthew looked down at his friend and sighed." I think he fainted... But no.. He was so drunk, he'll probably think it was a bad dream. " And that was exactly how he would tell the tale to Justin. It was easier than luring him back to get the last few hours erased from his mind." Can you help me get him home and.. Uh, take me home.. " Matthew bit his lip and turned back to Maltheal.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; overflow: auto; height: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]the demon huffed softly. fainted? well. that wasn't the most common of reactions, but he knew that having your mind erased brought terrible, terrible fatigue. which was fine and understandable. he couldn't really bash the human for passing out. he certainly wasn't used to humans passing out, but whatever. at least the human wasn't dead or calling the police. they'd all be sent to jail for "pranking the police", most likely.


    looking to matthew, the demon shrugged and picked up the lithe human easily. noah weighed practically nothing, and it was easy to pick him up bridal style. the demon gave a lopsided grin and chuckled softly. [b]"lead the way then, matthew." he purred gently. he couldn't really just start walking without knowing where they were going. and he said matthew's name because, well... he liked the way it rolled off of his tongue.


    (( awesome!
    do you have any plot ideas for it? <3


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=peachpuff] HUMAN | 21 YEARS OLD | MALE | ADORABLE[/fancypost]


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    Idk, I'm crap with plots omg [hr]
    Matthew stiffened when Maltheal moved. He was so.. Tall. Biting his lip, he nodded slightly and took a moment to stare- no, admire the being that was in front of him. In the dim lighting, the demon was flawless. He had a perfectly chiseled jaw that tapered gracefully down into his chin. Shifting, Matthew cleared his throat. "Uh.. Okay.." Stooping quickly, he picked the ouija board off the floor as well as the triangle and after tucking them safely under his arm, he began walking off. Up ahead, he spotted a cracked bottle that he assumed Justin had dropped- it favored one of the bottles of alcohol he had at his home. Grabbing it as well, he carried on silently.


    Matthew didn't say a single word until he was up the steps that led to his apartment hall. "Just.. Lemme get the key..",je said quietly, digging around to rummage into his pocket. In no time, he produced a small, silver key. Slipping it into the lock, he twisted then pushed it open, shivering a bit at the blast of cool air that rushed out. "Just, uh, lay him on the couch..", Matthew added and stepped aside to let them in first.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: firebrick; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]Beelzebub ( Maltheal )[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; margin-top: -6px;][ here i am; rock you like a hurricane ][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; overflow: auto; height: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]hmm. That actually sounds pretty good. What if one of the members from one band has a super major crush on a member from band b, but the member from band b is "straight", though he secretly also likes the guy from band a as well. And maybe both of their bands couldnhe touring together so they have to be in close promixity and stuff like that? ))


    Matthew wasn't exactly the most subtle of people, was he? Practically staring at the demon when Maltheal was essentially staring right back at him. He didn't mind. It boosted his confidence and made him feel pretty damn attractive. Besides, Matthew was definitely something akin to eye candy himself, so Maltheal really didn't mind being checked out by the human.


    The walk was quiet. Thank fuck it was over quickly, though. Stepping inside the apartment, Maltheal wanted to just throw Noah out a window of something just because he could. Somehow, though, Maltheal managed to refrain from throwing anyone. Instead, he gently set the human onto the couch, hoping that was good enough. He turned to Matthew and raised an eyebrow. [b]"good?"


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    "Good", Matthew seconded quietly. He closed the door quickly, taking a quick glance out to see if anyone had seen before he locked the deadbolt. Turning back around, he made his way quietly to the coffee table past Maltheal and gathered what few empty cans there were and took them to trash. While he was in the kitchen, Matthew screwed the top onto the glass vodka bottle and put it away before he leaned against the counter.


    This wasn't the way he planned on his evening playing out. Matthew had assumed that Justin would pass out and be left in his care and Noah wouldn't be there. If Noah had stayed at his grandparents house, nothing would have happened. "So, uh, what do demons do? Do you eat?" Matthew sighed quietly and finally looked over at him.