The Devil Always Won

/ By mephistopheles [+Watch]

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[center [b Person A] is a demon that got ‘suspended’ from Hell, roaming around towns to find a way to fit into the world of humans. At a bar one night they meet [b Person B], a human, who they can’t help sweeping off their feet. They treat B like a god, and B treats them like royalty. Ironically, B has just recently finished schooling to become a priest. Both are unaware of what the other is.


[i [ Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what do I do?]
I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you
He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone
Oh I just wanna take him home]

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The newly arrived demon responded to his request with harsh words, each one cutting into Solomon like a knife. Relieved to hear that Ruvyn’s injury seemed insignificant, Sol was silent. This good news was hard to celebrate with the reminder of whatever fate awaited his love. Was it true that dying here would be a better fate for Ruvyn? The thought made his stomach churn, threatening to spill what little contents were held there. Sol’s eyes fell on the tall demon who dropped to his knees, his stomach churning violently once again as he watched Ruvyn’s brother push a foot against his chest.

Solomon listened to the conversation between the two, feeling like an outsider who shouldn’t be present for this sibling squabble. Insignificant and small compared to both demons standing in his living room. He wiped his clammy palms on the sleeve of his robe. Ruvyn’s brother only seemed to get angrier but soon the anger turned to tears. The blonde felt a little guilty for thinking that anything bad would happen between the two brothers. His eyes returned to Ruvyn who stood, taking his hand and placing a kiss upon it. He was pulled forward, towards the crying demon. A part of him was hesitant. He certainly wouldn’t want a stranger standing around watching him cry, but he went along with it and allowed himself to be pulled closer, feeling content at Ruvyn’s side.

[#6495ED “It’’s nice to meet you, Kolva. Sorry that we’re meeting like this. I can fetch some tissues, if you’d like,”] he said quietly. Feeling the remaining worry dissipate as Kolva went in for a hug from Ruvyn, Sol pardoned himself, wanting the two to have a moment alone. He looked up at Ruvyn and gave him an encouraging smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

Fuck. It hurt like hell to walk. However, Sol did his best to ignore the pain, and once he was in the kitchen he used the counter to support his body. Grabbing the kettle that waited on the stove he filled it with water and turned the oven on, leaving it to boil. He actually wasn't sure if demons drank tea as the only drink he'd served to Ruvyn was alcohol. Still, tea seemed appropriate for a guest and he would feel like a bad host if he didn't offer this newly arrived demon anything except a tissue. Not to mention that tea seemed like a good thing to calm his own nerves at the moment.

While he waited for the kettle to boil his mind wandered to the scene he just watched play out. For a moment, back in the living room. he thought that Ruvyn’s brother might actually hurt him, but it was clear that there were a lot of feelings involved. Things that he had no insight about.

Their relationship reminded him of his relationship with his sister Grace. Guilt, shame, disappointment, arguments, tears. They had shared it all. Yet, they were always there for each other. If he needed anything he knew Grace would fly in to be at his side immediately, even if she did hand him his ass when she got there. It was nice to see that sibling love existed in a place like hell, when all he had ever been taught was that it was a soulless place filled only with pain and endless suffering. But it seemed that even love could be found in what religious humans considered to be the darkest of places. The realization made Sol smile. He felt incredibly validated that things he’d been told all of his life were incorrect.

Hearing the kettle whistle, Solomon retrieved a carrying tray and three teacups from a cupboard along with an unopened box of tissues that was stored under the sink. He let the tea bag steep before pouring each of them a cup and setting them on the tray. The tissues were placed on the tray as well, positioned so as not to disrupt the teacups. Solomon returned to the living room with tray in hands, setting it on the coffee table that had been pushed off to the side to make room for the summoning circle, [#6495ED “I come bearing tea and tissues.”] He chose a teacup for himself and carefully lowered his body onto the couch, not wanting to stand for even a second longer.
  Solomon / mephistopheles / 24d 14h 52m 54s

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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Though hard it was to tear his eyes away from his beloved brother's defiant form, Ruvyn's attention was commandeered by the pleading wails of his lover. Of course the human would worry seeing all the blood, however it was far less concerning to the demon himself. It wouldn't be fun, but the most that would happen with this amount of blood loss would be loss of function for some time. He could surely live through it, however. He'd be cold and numb, but eventually the bleeding would stop and he would regenerate all that was lost. Ruvyn could simply tell Sol this, but as he made to do so, the harsh voice of the other demon spoke out with disinterest.

[i [#24d6cd "Pretty pathetic demon he'd be to die from something that insignificant. Better fate than what awaits him elsewhere though, maybe he should die here."]] with that, his eyes narrowed dangerously as his feet carried him closer to the larger man. The act made Ruvyn drop to his knees in a show of apologetic submission, looking up at Kolva with furrowed brows. If he had dog ears, they'd be folded back like a beaten puppy.

With a grin, clearly accepting of the display, Kolva lifted a foot and pushed it flat against his brother's chest, pushing back on it and leaning his elbow on his knee to lean over, looking down on Ruvyn. A small puff and smoke was blown over the taller man's face.

[i [#24d6cd "Do you know what you've done to father and I? What hell we will endure thanks to your [b reckless] actions?"]] The word reckless was nearly growled out and there was a biting rage held back, threatening to break free and be unleashed on the kneeling man. And Ruvyn would accept it all. He already felt horrible for what happened, he knew he had screwed up royally. Bent backwards a bit under the weight of his teal feathered brother, Ruvyn gave a single nod, raspy voice low and timid.

[i [#dd9518 "I am.. painfully and regrettably aware of what I've caused. But right now, the only thing that matters to me is that my mate be healed. Please, Kolva.. I'm sorry for what's happened.. What will happen. But I care deeply for him.. I have to make sure he's okay first. Then you can take out your pain on me in whatever way you see fit."]] despite his heart pouring from his lips, Ruvyn's words seemed to only anger Kolva further, though this time tears welled in the corners of his eyes. Snapping the pipe in his deathly grip, Kolva pushed off of Ruvyn and turned away, shaking in frustration as he let out a roar.

[i [#24d6cd "FUCK! I hate you, Ruvyn! I hate you so much! How, even now, with all that's happened are you still more worried about everyone else but yourself!? Have you learned nothing?"]] While Kolva tried with everything he had to remain calm, his voice was shaky and tears began to run down his cheeks. Rubbing his eyes ferociously with his palms, he continued, [i [#24d6cd "Bleeding out on the floor like an idiot just to save a fucking human.. Going out alone and getting yourself into trouble, nearly dying cause you don't want me to get hurt.. You're the worst!"]]

Ruvyn let out a sigh of relief. Kolva was hurt, but not genuinely hateful. He was faced with the possibility of losing Ruvyn and he likely felt that had he been there, things would be different. Knowing his brother all too well, Kolva was harboring a heavy guilt, which was now being directed into anger towards Ruvyn. But as he saw his kin doubling over, fighting back sobs, the demon smiled softly. Rising to his feet, he looked at Sol and took his hand, leaning down to peck a kiss to his skin. Gently pulling the human with him towards the crying male, Ruvyn held Sol close.

[i [#dd9518 "Sol.. This is my brother, Kolva. Kolva.. this is my mate, Sol. I'd like for us all to get along."]] he said in a caring tone. They wouldn't have much trouble from the other now. Turning with red, puffy eyes, Kolva sniffed and jumped up to hug Ruvyn tightly, burrying his face into the feathers on his shoulder.]]]
  ʀᴜᴠʏɴ / Mun / 26d 13h 49m 55s
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The sight that greeted Solomon as he entered the living room caused him to stagger backwards. Blood was pouring from Ruvyn’s throat and he was standing next to a bloody lined circle on the carpet. His mouth hung open, but he was at a loss for words. Every thought in his head was screaming at him to do something. Anything. He, however, was finding it extremely hard to move his body. Was the room spinning or was it getting smaller?

Solomon suddenly found himself wondering if demons could die. Was Ruvyn dying at this very second and he was standing there like an incapable idiot? [i Maybe it’s all a bad dream. It has to be.] He tried to convince himself that none of this was happening as he maintained his frozen position at the edge of the room. Yet, the rapid pounding of his heart told him that this was indeed real.

Before he had the chance to speak or act, feathers burst up from the sigil until someone was standing there. Solomon managed to tear his eyes away from Ruvyn to get a better look at the new demon in his living room. He was tan, like Ruvyn, but not as tall and with much longer hair.

Ruvyn stepped forward and spoke, blood dripping from his lips. He barely got a word out before the new arrival cut him off. His crossed arms paired with the words he uttered didn’t sound like someone that would be willing to help out. Was his brother mad at him? Solomon looked between the two demons. Finally feeling that he was able to move his body, he rushed over to Ruvyn, concern in his eyes as he got a closer look at his throat. Any thoughts of getting himself healed were out the window. If Ruvyn’s brother would just heal his neck injury that would be enough for him.

[#6495ED “You didn’t mention that summoning your brother included slicing your throat? Why would didn’t have to,”] he spoke softly, trying to keep his voice steady. His green eyes flitted back over to the demon, who he assumed was named Kolva. That’s what Ruvyn had said before being cut off, at least. [#6495ED “Please. Will you help him? I didn’t realize he would do something like this to summon you,”] Solomon pleaded, feeling the tears he was attempting to hold back begin to creep out the corners of his eyes.
  / mephistopheles / 33d 11h 49m 37s

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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Though it was hard to part with Sol in the injured state he was, Ruvyn quickly made his way to the living room. Without wasting any time, the demon's large form easily shoved all heavy furniture to the edges of the room to leave as much room as possible for the summoning. Thoughts of anger swirled through his mind. How could he be so rough with his human lover? So careless? Letting out a sigh, he knew there was nothing he could do to take it back and that bringing his shamanistic brother to earth was the best shot he had at making sure Sol would be okay. It wasn't the littering of scratches and scrapes on the outside that concerned Ruvyn, but the unknown damage to his insides. There was no way to tell what all he had caused.

Rubbing a clawed hand over his damp face, he realized how filthy he currently was. He sure as hell didn't want to see his brother again this way. A gust of wind blew around him and as it dissipated, his body was left dry and presentable. Now to get dirty again, albeit this time in a much less sexual manner. Raising a claw to his throat, Ruvyn winced as he sliced through his external carotid artery. This had to be done as quickly as possible.

Blood nearly spewed from his throat from the pressure released from the vessel and the man did his best to cup as much of it as possible in his hand. It would take alot of blood to properly "draw" on carpet. So he covered the would tight with his free hand and bent down to begin the process. Drawing circles and lines, the blood, as he figured, not going very far on the absorbent surface. Multiple times he uncovered his neck, and multiple times he closed it back up, working through the cold, tingling in his face and neck. Thankfully he hadn't cut through his internal artery or it might have been difficult to work through an even more extreme condition of declining brain function.

Finally finishing the drawing, which took longer than he thought, he plucked a feather from one of his wings in his blood soaked hand and let it flutter down onto the sigil. Burning into cinders, he waited. And watched. The sound of Sol approaching made him begin to turn his way, but in the same moment, a flurry of teal feathers swirled from the sigil and moments later, a [ new form] stood there.

Ruvyn smiled almost sadly at the other male. The long haired demon had skin just as tan as Ruvyn's though his hair was much longer and lighter than the taller man. Narrowed eyes looked both Ruvyn and Sol up and down in judgement as he took a couple puffs from his pipe. Taking an unsteady step forward, Ruvyn spoke up, strained though it was, blood seeping up through his lips as he did, [i [#dd9518 "Kolva.. ho-"]] the other's voice cut him off, arms crossed as he glared at the larger demon. [i [#24d6cd "What the hell do [b you] want?"]] he spat out with hate, making Ruvyn stop and shrink back a bit, casting his eyes down.]]
  ʀᴜᴠʏɴ / Mun / 35d 11m 32s

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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Sometimes the demon couldn't believe that Sol was as loving and understanding as he was. He had murdered someone and the human was trying his best to make it seem as if he was justified. With a warm heart, Ruvyn couldn't help the small, reassured smile on his lips. Nodding as Sol spoke, his brows began to furrow. There was no doubt the other took the demon's worries as the urge to kill him. Which wasn't particularly accurate to his predicament.

A black hand made its way up to scratch at the back of his tanned neck awkwardly. [i [#dd9518 "No Sol- I-"]] The hand rubbed over his face in exasperation. How could he explain this without sounding like an absolute creep. His ever moving hand now made it's way to Solomon's back, pulling him closer. [i [#dd9518 "I have demonic urges of many colors.. Killing is one part but.. I assure you those urges for you aren't of the murderous intent. They're more- of a hunger."]]

Leaning forward to rest his slightly turned head against the human's shoulder, careful not to bump his horns against Sol's head. Ruvyn let a bit of a purr escape his lips. He could feel the darkness begin to bubble up even at just the thought of explaining further.

[i [#dd9518 "I heard it screaming to take you.. to run away with you and make you mine.. But I fought it back.. I want to be good to you. When we had sex, it was content. It went away. But I don't know if that will always happen. Demons usually.. aren't the tamest of lovers. I can't give in to those urges or I may hurt you in the worst of ways. If it isn't satisfied with how we do things, it could get louder. More persistent."]]

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he gave the dip of the other's neck a soft, open mouthed kiss. [i [#dd9518 "Even without that voice.. It's so incredibly hard to hold myself back from ravaging you. But you deserve so much fucking better than that."]] he growled the last part, his fangs grazing Solomon's neck, hands gripping his thighs tight.

Bells and whistles were going off in the back of Ruvyn's mind, yet the gate had been open now. Those feral instincts had begun to cleverly slip it's way past his guard little by little.
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Solomon felt himself being lifted from his seat. He felt extremely small in Ruvyn’s arm, and was positive he could be tossed around like a ragdoll with ease. If the other desired. The feeling subsided, or rather was forgotten, as Ruvyn lowered them onto the couch so that they were facing each other. Sol felt comfortable in his lover’s laps. It was impossible for anyone to take him away if they were sitting like this, right? A shiver ran through him at the feeling of Ruvyn’s claw trailing down his cheek and he attempted a smile, despite the distressed thoughts slamming around in his head after receiving such devastating news. He needed to keep it together for Ruvyn. To keep his days bright and warm, just as he said.

The talk of Ruvyn’s family was intriguing, especially hearing that his father brought them up with love and kindness. That was something the priest couldn’t relate to and he was speechless. Love and kindness was always spoken of as if something reserved specifically for the people of God. Although, Solomon had always been skeptical of this belief since some of the most religious people exuded hate and nastiness. How ironic that even demons could manage to be more kind and civil than those who proclaimed themselves to be holy. As Ruvyn talked about the trouble he and his brother got into because of others perceiving them as weak, Solomon’s eyes grew wide. He couldn’t imagine how anyone could find Ruvyn’s large stature anywhere near weak. It only made him imagine what the other demons could look like. Possibly larger? More vicious looking?

Before he could let his imagination run wild, he shifted his focus back on Ruvyn’s words. “-he may be a good fighter but he doesn't have the instincts of a killer. Me however.." His lover paused and Sol’s eyes followed his as they looked down. [i Why did he pause there? What is he trying to say?] He rested a comforting hand on top of one of the claws that rubbed at his thigh. He wasn’t prepared for what was said next. A voice in Ruvyn’s head that tells him to do things. Maybe it was just a flight or fight response kind of thing? It seemed reasonable. If someone was trying to kill you that would surely be enough to make you feel very intense emotions, and perhaps even make a murder seem justifiable. In a life or death situation anything could happen. But Ruvyn didn’t seem so sure that his perception of the situation wasn’t distorted. Solomon wasn’t sure what to say or what to believe.

"What if my instincts want more of you..? What if I'm satisfied.. but those urges want more?"

Another question he was unable to answer. Solomon couldn’t decide if the urges his lover described were actually something to be worried about. [i If those urges want more? Is he suggesting that the voice in his head might tell him to kill me?] Goosebumps prickled on his pale skin as Ruvyn’s thumb brushed over his lips. And then his lover asked the question that confirmed Sol’s thoughts. Would he hurt him? So far, Ruvyn had been nothing but kind and gentle. [#6495ED “I...I honestly don’t know what to say. I won’t say that your instincts didn’t distort your perception because I don’t know. It’s a normal want to kill someone that’s trying to hurt you, right? It might not be right, but it is what it is. A person can only take so much. If other demons were constantly picking fights with you maybe you just...snapped. Or gave into your voice, I guess. Sometimes enough is enough, you know?”] Solomon closed his eyes as he thought about what else to say. [i What if he hurts me?] The question kept repeating and he had no answer for it.

His green eyes opened and he gazed up at his lover. [#6495ED “I’m used, nevermind. I trust that you won’t hurt me, but if it’s something you’re worried about then I’ll take it seriously. Is there anything I can do to help you snap out of those instincts that might want more? I’ll do whatever I can. And if you do end up hurting me, I will try my best to forgive you.”]
  Solomon / mephistopheles / 144d 11h 33m 15s

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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Ruvyn could sense the feelings emanating from his lover. While he couldn't pinpoint the exact emotion, the demon could tell it was negative. Was Solomon upset that he had killed? Well, who wouldn't be upset if they found out their partner was a murderer? The hand he felt on his head caused his eyes to open in mild shock. Perhaps then.. Sol was just as scared of losing him as Ruvyn was scared of losing his angel. The kiss on his head seemed to help ground him a bit, listening to the other.

Right. They were both in this together. Human and devil. Yet here Sol was trying his best to hold his shit together. With a resolved huff, nuzzling into the smaller man's touch, Ruvyn stood to his feet and lifted Solomon into his arms before taking a seat on the couch. Placing the human in his lap so that they faced each other and Sol was straddling his legs, he lifted a hand to trail a claw down the soft skin of the other's cheek lovingly. Giving a soft smile, Ruvyn shook his head. [i [#dd9518 "You can do nothing but keep my days and nights bright and warm with your company, my love. As for the trial.."]] he hummed softly in thought, resting his hands on the human's thighs. [i [#dd9518 "My father and brother are working to fight for a fair trial. Though with no evidence, a death sentence wouldn't be completely.. UNfair. My brother and I have had much trouble growing up. Our father taught us differently than other demons. We were brought up with love and kindness, learning to fight for self defense, not bloodshed. We stuck together, strength in numbers. The others would pick fights with us because they thought we were weak. Father is respected by most but- I don't know, I guess some think he's a big push over, even if father could wipe the floor with them."]] a small smirk graced his lips as he turned his head away.

[i [#dd9518 "I guess they thought we were pushovers too. Well, we held our own well enough against whoever came at us, and got in trouble for it too. But I think my father understood the tough spot we were in so he was never too hard on us. My brother is a hot head.. but he's also a big cry baby.. he may be a good fighter but he doesn't have the instincts of a killer. Me however.."]] pausing, Ruvyn's eyes cast down, rubbing Sol's thighs softly as if needing something to fidget with, not wanting to hear his own words, much less his lover.

[i [#dd9518 "Maybe I am just a killer.. I have these urges. This voice in my head that speaks to me sometimes but it's.. just my own voice. Telling me to do things. Apparently that's just the typical for my kind. My father was just able to completely silence it at will. My brother, well I don't know if he has that in him at all. But that day when I thought I was going to be killed, I heard it. It spurred me on and I barely managed to walk away from that fight. It- I wanted to kill him. Sol, what if-"]] Ruvyn looked up at the other, meeting his gaze.

[i [#dd9518 "What if I didn't have to kill him? From what I can remember it was life or death but what if my demonic instincts distorted how I perceived the situation because I wanted to kill? What if I'm sentenced to death for just having the same instincts everyone else down there has but.. just using them against the wrong person?"]] With a deep breath, the man lifted a hand to cup Sol's face. [i [#dd9518 "What if my instincts want more of you..? What if I'm satisfied.. but those urges want more?"]] Running his thumb down to brush over his partner's lips, Ruvyn could feel a deep, soul rumbling purr inside himself. It was pleased that he was now bringing everything to light. [i [#dd9518 "What if I hurt you too?"]]
  -ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ- / Mun / 144d 18h 27m 33s
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Solomon watched in awe at the transformation taking place before him. His heart began to beat faster, but it wasn’t out of fear, no. It was beating faster because of the beautiful sight before him. The black feathers and gold adornments. The glorious wings that sprouted from his back, something that Solomon had suspected he’d see. And had Ruben’s eyes always been quite so striking? Perhaps he should have been frightened. Yet, how could he be frightened when he spent his whole life believing and reading about angels and demons? This supernatural phenomenon was ingrained in his religion. Although he was certain that there was probably some bible verse that suggested fucking demons was a bad idea. Still, none of this stopped him from gawking as the beautiful man in front of him somehow became even more enchanting. What surprised him the most was how much taller the other had gotten, making himself feel smaller and more feeble than usual.

Ruben knelt down before him and introduced himself as Ruvyn before giving the name of his father as well. Naberius, the Valiant Marquess of Hell. Solomon repeated the name in his head a few times, not wanting to forget it. Though of course his mind was put into a completely different space as his lover revealed more information. He was sent to Earth for killing another demon. A small part of Solomon was impressed that a trial was being held and he couldn’t help but wonder if the justice system below was just as skewed as it was on Earth. Hopefully they had figured the whole thing out in Hell and Ruben, or Ruvyn, would be free to go. [i If he wasn’t sent here I wouldn’t have met him...when he proves himself innocent will he even want to come back to Earth?]

The priest was hopeful that the trial didn’t have harmful implications for their relationship. He marveled at the sight before him as Ruvyn leaned his forehead onto his knees. What would he do without this stunning person in his life? They hadn’t known each other for long but he felt so integral to his happiness. Ruvyn continued to speak and he could feel his heart drop into his stomach, the words sinking in. [i Death sentence...they’re going to kill him. Kill him for defending himself?] There was no doubt in Solomon’s mind that his lover was telling the truth. Ruvyn didn’t seem like the type to kill without reason. Hearing him say that he didn’t want to die was enough to bring the priest to tears. He tried his best to hold them in, lifting his hand to stroke the thick head of hair that laid in his lap. But just as he thought he had the water works under control, silent tears began to roll down his cheeks. So, this was all a joke from God. A cruel joke just like his entire life.

Sniffling, he leaned down and place his lips against Ruvyn’s head. [#6495ED “Thank you for telling me all of this. I---I don’t want you to die either. And I wish there was some way I could help, but I’m sure that a human is completely useless in your situation. Will you at least...get a fair trial? They’d be crazy if they didn’t believe you.” ] Solomon wiped at his eyes with one hand and ran his shaky fingers through the dark locks with the other. With this new piece of information, every moment with Ruvyn was special. It had to be. [#6495ED “I guess the only thing I can do is make sure that you enjoy however much time you have left on Earth. And pray--er, hope that they take your word as truth.”]
  mephistopheles / 151d 22h 57m 2s

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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Seeing Sol sit down settled a bit of Ruvyn’s nerves. Well, at least if he passed out, he wouldn’t fall and hit his head on something. The cross was taken off and the demon gave a soft smile. So caring. The cross wouldn’t have hurt him or anything, but he figured the human was concerned about it now that he knew about him being a demon. There was an intense curiosity the man felt about what kind of demon Sol might have been picturing him as. Perhaps the stereotypical red, horned, spade tail demons everyone seemed to think demons must look like. He nearly scoffed at the thought. He felt he was much more attractive than that and in his opinion, his true form looked even better than his human one. Standing in front of where Sol sat on the couch, Ruvyn listened to all of his questions.

His chest felt tight. That’s right, now that his lover knew what he was, he’d have to explain that he killed someone and that now he may be facing death as well soon. Deciding to answer the questions after his big reveal, Ruvyn closed his eyes and took in a deep breath to settle his running mind. Here it goes. No turning back now. Slowly, Ruvyn leaned over a bit, head down as his hair grew even more wild and thick, horns peeking up from his scalp. His size increased, now easily a few inches over seven feet tall, black spreading up his arms from his fingertips, stopping just over his shoulders. The ends of his fingers sported long sharp claws which he used to grip the tight shirt clinging to him and flinging it aside. The jeans came off next, a leather wrap around his waist, black seeping up his legs as it did on his arms.

Out of nowhere, gold adornments flashed and sparkled as they appeared on his person, on his head, shoulders, even around his waist, shining brightly. Finally, it seemed as if deep black feathers sprouted out of his shoulders and on his back. In a flurry of feathers, two large, sleek black wings tore from his back, stretching outward, though careful not to break anything, his shoulders also covered in a soft down of feathers.A few smaller feathers sprinkled to the ground below him. Finally done with his transformation, Ruvyn knelt to the ground before Sol, lifting his head to look at the human.

The whites of his eyes had bled into an abyss of black, his irises a much brighter shade of gold than his eyes before. A sheepish smile splays across his face. [i [#dd9518 “My name is Ruvyn, son of Naberius, the Valiant Marquess of Hell, Commander of Nineteen Legions.”]] His voice falters for a moment before he worked up courage to speak the rest. [i [#dd9518 “I have been sent to earth to await my trial for killing a demon from the noble court in self defense. I attempted to end the fight without death, but his intent to kill was apparent, there was no other choice.”]]

The next part sank stones into his chest. He didn’t want to even utter the words. Ever since he met Sol, he had reason to fight for his life. But what fighting could he do? How would Solomon react to hearing their time together was limited? Would he want to end things before he got too close? Ruvyn wouldn’t blame him. It would be painful. Perhaps that would make things easier on the human.

Obviously distraught, Ruvyn very slowly and carefully as to not scare Sol, leaned forward and rested his forehead on the human’s knees. [i [#dd9518 “Unfortunately.. There is- no evidence that he was killed out of self defense. I fear I am not awaiting just a trial.. But my death sentence.”]] Wings slumping down, Ruvyn lifted a hand to firmly grip the couch edge, trembling. [i [#dd9518 “I was settled with this notion, until I met you.. But now, everything is a mess. I don’t- I don’t want to die.”]] Ruvyn nuzzled into the other’s lap. Normally he’d feel weak for seeking comfort, but with his impending death and the unwavering ease Sol seemed to make him feel, he wasn’t ashamed.
  -ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ- / Mun / 290d 19h 46m 2s
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There were no words shared between the demon and priest as they walked home. Solomon was still trying to wrap his brain around this new information and how it might affect his relationship with the other. Truthfully he wanted nothing to change between them, but that didn’t seem realistic. Knowing more about Ruben would change things a little. Or maybe a lot. He thought back to the things that should have been hints like Ruben’s alcohol tolerance and his strength. At the time those just seemed like vaguely normal things that a healthy, inshape human might be graced with. Perhaps the biggest hint should have been the brand-like tattoo on his back.

The cold air bit at his pale cheeks and he walked a little closer to the demon, realizing he had left his coat back at the church. He hadn’t thought about it at the time because he was worried about catching up with Ruben. Walking next to the man still brought him great joy, despite whatever was to come. He even made the weather more tolerable.

When the apartment finally came into view, Solomon sighed in relief. Once inside Ruben turned to him and stated he would answer his questions. Solomon had so many that he wasn’t sure where to start. Although, the most important question he had was if his lover had a different appearance. He didn’t want to think that Ruben was crazy but he wanted to be sure. His mouth sputtered as he tried to think of a polite way to ask, but the demon beat him to the punch by asking if he should be in his true form. [#6495ED “I to see your true form. Honestly, I’m a little nervous and I can tell that you are too. But no matter how you look, you’re still you. Ruben. The man I love. So, uh, yes. Go ahead.”] He tried his best to sound confident, but his voice came out shaky which ruined the vibe he was trying to give off.

Solomon slowly lowered himself onto the couch. It felt appropriate to sit down before he was shown something unlike anything he had seen before. He removed the gold cross from his neck and the white collar, then unbuttoned the top of his black shirt. Mostly he wanted to get comfortable, but removing the cross was to also squash one of his worries. What if he wanted to give Ruben a hug and the cross somehow hurt him if it touched him? He didn’t want to take any chances.

[#6495ED “I am curious about some other things too. Why aren’t you in- why are you up here? And what did you mean when you said you may have to face life shattering things soon? Are you in...danger?”] For some reason it was hard to believe that Ruben was in danger. Not just because he was a demon, but because he seemed like such a strong person in general. Solomon’s nervous feelings started ebbing away, only to be replaced by a small amount of anger. He wasn’t strong and he wasn’t a supernatural being but he would be damned if someone tried to harm Ruben.
  Solomon / mephistopheles / 151d 22h 56m 51s

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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Ruvyn felt stuck between running and waiting for Solomon. He could have just unknowingly destroyed everything they had together. Would the human even come speak to him at this point? He let out a struggled sigh, still feeling on the verge of tears. Part of the demon wished that the pre trial could just end and that he’d be brought back to hell to be executed now. Save himself the suffering. But unfortunately, hell was much too organized and thorough for that.

He was aware that the view humans had of hell was that it was chaotic and evil. Perhaps in the lower rings of hell this description could sometimes fit, though it was much more in the upper rings. Sure there were fights and deaths here and there, but following any death of nobility would be a long and vigorous trial. No detail was overlooked. Any incident would be looked over about fifty times by fifty different devils. The pre trials could take anywhere from a few weeks to a year. Ruvyn however, had no doubt he wouldn’t be here for a whole year. From what happened in his case, he knew there wasn’t any evidence that could be found to show that the noble he killed had attacked him first.

Shaking his head and gripping onto his hair in frustration, a hand snapped him out of his suffering. Throwing his head up to look over at Sol in disbelief, the words the other spoke hit him to the core. This man.. This religious man.. Somehow took what Ruvyn had confessed and believed him. For a few moments, his mouth opened before closing again, lost for words. Sol was right though, even if he were to show the human his true form, it would need to be somewhere away from other eyes.

As hard as he tried to fight tears back, the hand held out to him and the promise never to turn him away left the demon with foggy eyes. A gentle smile spread across his face as he took the hand and stood to his feet. God he wanted to embrace Sol, but with the presence of the church behind him, he decided he’d save that for later.

The walk home was silent. The demon wanted to speak up, but with everything that happened and the shock he still felt at the other’s acceptance, Ruvyn felt like he had no tongue to speak with. Eyes continued to glance from the sidewalk to the man beside him, the comfort of still seeing him there helping to calm his pounding heart. The demon knew what was to come once they returned to Sol’s apartment. The questions, which he would gladly answer, but also having to face the mortal man in his true form. Now that, sure as fuck had himself anxious. He would still look similar to his human form, but would the human be able to handle something so supernatural? Not to mention the large change in size. His true form would be much larger than his human and the last thing he wanted to do was scare Sol.

Finally after what felt like days of walking, they made it to their home, unlocking the door and stepping inside. Ruvyn made sure to lock the door before taking a breath and speaking up. [i [#dd9518 “Alright.. We’re here so-”]] he started, turning to look at Sol. His eyebrows were furrowed upwards, an obviously nervous expression on his features. [i [#dd9518 “Any questions you have.. I will answer them as best I can.”]] Glancing away, he lifted a hand to scratch the back of his head. [i [#dd9518 “Do uh- do you want me to.. Be in my true form or-?]] His words were stuttered and broken, obviously not wanting to look like a crazy person for asking if the human wanted him to change his appearance.]]
  -ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ- / Mun / 297d 1h 11m 53s
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The first patron that entered his booth was a man worried about the fate of his soul because he had stolen his neighbor's lawnmower. When asked if he had it, the man had lied and started a big argument about it. Which probably made it more obvious that he had indeed taken the mower since he was very defensive about the subject. Then it was Solomon's turn to give penance. Listening to people confess their sins never failed to make him uncomfortable and now he was supposed to tell this person how to live a better life that aligned with God's will.

[#6495ED “Thank you, my child. Getting tangled in a lie can be difficult, but we are all human and make mistakes. Apologize to your neighbor, give the lawnmower back, and make a commitment to mowing his lawn for a certain amount of time. Over time this will repair your relationship with your neighbor and possibly open up new doors. It is important to spread kindness to those around us and I believe that you can do this. Pray to the Lord and he will guide you.”]

Solomon then blessed the man and said a prayer of absolution to free him from his sins. He couldn't help but think he needed to say a prayer of absolution for himself, but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind for now. The man exited the booth and Solomon let out a sigh. Maybe no one else would come. But of course, seconds later a new person entered the booth.

Immediately he recognized the person's voice. Ruben. There was no doubt in his mind about it. Solomon assumed his love was well aware that he was on the other side, which made his heart rate soar. Especially upon hearing that he was adored. [i Maybe he'll stop here. Maybe he won't tell me something I don't want to hear. I do want to know everything about him I want him to tell me like this?] Solomon wished that he could look into Ruben's beautiful golden eyes, but stayed firmly in his seat keeping the partition shut. He leaned his head against the hard wood of the booth and listened.

“Naberius isn't the demon my family works with.. he's- he's my father. I'm a demon.”

Was this some kind of joke? It had to be. Then again he had seen proof once of the existence of demons and believed in the existence of angels. It could be the truth. Even if he didn't want it to be. He continued to listen but could feel the walls of the booth closing in around him, making it harder to breathe or think. Panic was rising up in him. Despite his impending freakout, he shut his eyes and tried to focus on Ruben's words. There was still comfort in hearing his voice regardless of the words he was saying.

Solomon was in no way afraid of Ruben. Demon, or not. They had shared something together and if Ruben had wanted to hurt him, wouldn't he have done it last night? That's when he decided he believed every word coming out of his lover's mouth. He had no reason to lie about any of this.

“At the very least, I'd like to face those things with him.. Together. That's all I want.. I just want him to accept me."

The tone of Ruben's voice nearly broke Solomon's heart. He wanted to reach through the wall and embrace him. Acceptance. He had been looking for that his whole life and had apparently found it in the arms of a demon. There were so many thoughts running through his mind that it was hard to pinpoint one. He didn't want to say the wrong thing because he would never forgive himself if he did. But before he had the chance to respond, he heard the door open and Ruben exited. Okay. He had more time to think. Solomon opened his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. The walls no longer felt like they were closing in, at least. He exited his side of the booth and looked around the church. The pews were empty and there was no Ruben in sight. Had he imagined all of that? He breathed a deep sigh and lowered himself onto one of the sturdy pews.

A demon. He had broken his oath and committed a sin not just with any man, but a demon. Perhaps his father had been right the countless times he told him that he'd go to hell. If he could see him right now he would probably smile smugly, feeling that all of his actions in the past were justifiable. Could his time as a priest even make up for his sins? His sexuality, his two suicide attempts as a teen, and now this. Turning away from Ruben would probably be the best choice if he cared about his soul. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to make that decision. Tears began streaming down his face. Was this God’s idea of a joke? The tears came faster and in seconds he was weeping with his head buried in his hands. It had been awhile since he had cried with such force.

[i I love that man. I can't turn away from him in his time of need. The life shattering things he was referring to….he needs me. Would I truly be a servant of God if I turned my back on him? And besides that turning away from him goes against everything I stand for. I will accept him no matter what. I won't turn him away. If I turn him away now, my “I love you” will have been a lie. I really do love him.]

The priest steadied his breathing and wiped away the tears that remained. Such a long cry had left him feeling strangely invigorated. A much needed cathartic release. Solomon stood up from the pew his hands shaky but his feet planted firmly on the ground. He carried himself out of the church. Once he was outside his stomach did a flip when he saw who awaited him on the steps. This was good. At least Ruben hadn't run away. He was waiting there with his head in his hands. Solomon approached him and lowered himself onto the same step. He placed one shaky hand on Ruben's shoulder.

[#6495ED “Well, that was quite a confession. You never ceases to amaze me. I’ll admit that it's a lot to unpack. But I want you to know that I accept you and will stand with you against whatever it is that you may face because, to be quite frank, you complete me in a way I never thought anyone could. Although...I do have about one million questions for you. The biggest one being: how are you a demon? I assume you mean literally but I guess you could mean figuratively...I just--well, here is not the right place for that kind of conversation. Come home with me?”] His tone was somehow confident and his voice was soft. The tears from earlier did not make a reappearance. Whatever he had been told about demons in the past had terrified him, but here he was offering himself to one that he cared about so dearly without a sliver of fear in his heart. Ruben had shown him love and acceptance. He had come to a church and dealt with cries for him to leave, from some patrons to which he assumed meant a heavenly force, just to see Solomon.

Standing up from the steps, Solomon extended his hand to Ruben. A bright smile widened on his face. This decision could possibly be his doom, yet all he could feel was an overwhelming happiness. No matter what the future held he would stand by Ruben. Even with this new information he couldn't ignore or deny the indescribable bond he felt. [#6495ED “I will never turn you away, Ruben. I promise you that.”]
  Solomon / mephistopheles / 151d 22h 56m 37s

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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Ruvyn sat in his pew, tuning out the women, the screeching, the lesson that was being preached by the deacon. It was as if a spotlight illuminated his angel on the front stage, the rest of the room shrouded in darkness. A deep purr broke through the shadows, bubbling up from within himself. The demon inside that was once so restless, seemed completely satisfied that he and Sol had become one just the night before.

The purr broke the demon out of himself in time to hear a bit of what the man speaking was going on about. A smirk splayed across his lips. "-if I am without love, it will do me no good whatsoever." Listening on, breaking his gaze over his lover, Ruvyn watched the speaker. Funny, religion always taught "Love completely" but really meant "love with conditions". He was aware of some of the many taboos of religion. It wasn't lost on him that if anyone in the church knew that he and one of their own had made love just a few hours ago, the poor human would be outcasted. All because they shared the same parts. How silly.

Cracking his neck in displeasure about what was being taught to all the sheep of the crowd, the man couldn't help but to wonder. Could someone like Sol really believe in all of this horse shit? Surely he was too good to buy into it all. The eyes of the other this whole time led him to believe otherwise, however. The young man seemed almost enraptured by the words the deacon spoke. There was no disbelief to be seen on his face. Giving a soft huff, eyes returning to his love, Ruvyn simply sat in his place compliantly, not one to tell anyone their beliefs are wrong to their face, much less to a whole damn service of people.

At some point, the tanned man's eyes met with Sol's, sending a chill of excitement down his spine. Giving a large grin, he nodded towards the other, covering his mouth to hold back a laugh as he saw the human reach for water to keep from coughing. How incredibly endearing. Ruvyn noticed that no matter how much Solomon wanted to look away, their eyes continued to meet. It was like a tease. He wanted to act out each time the other looked away just to beg those eyes to return to him and only him.

Finally after what felt like forever, communion began. Ruvyn attempted to stand, a heavy force of gravity pushing down on him, keeping him in his seat. Thankfully, no one around him seemed to notice his struggle to stand. Growling against the force a bit, he caved with a huff and complied with the heavenly force that refused to let him partake in this particular activity. All he could do was watch and wait.

Once the service was over, Ruvyn watched longingly as Sol went into the lobby. Testing his boundaries, he set his hands on the pew and slowly lifted himself up. Lifting a brow, he glanced up once he fully stood, and nodded, [i [#dd9518 "Thank you.."]] he whispered to the heavens for letting him up now. Overhearing a few people speak about needing to speak to Solomon in the confessional, Ruvyn could only assume the other would return shortly. Fine, he wouldn't grace the human with his presence just yet.

For the time being, the demon simply slid a hand in his pocket and traced his other fingertips across the pews as he admired the architecture and furnishings of the beautiful building he was in. Such a shame that angels hated demons. He was sure that there could have been some sort of bonding over similar artistry and interior design. Surprisingly, the screams had slowly been dying down ever since the service ended. Whatever beings were watching over this place must have taken a break along with the humans. When he was done admiring his surroundings, the tall demon leaned against a wall, watching and waiting for Solomon to return.

As he watched his angel make his way into his side of the booth, Ruvyn wanted to sneak into the confessional and pull a prank on the other, however once seriously considering this opportunity, he grew a bit solemn. Looking down in thought, the man felt a yearning to tell the other about him. What he was, what he's done. The other deserved to know. Doubt set in as he wondered if Sol would even believe him. But like a bandaid, better to rip it off now than later if he did end up turning on him.

With a sigh, the devil pushed himself off of the wall and headed towards the booth. Someone walked up before him to enter, only adding more anxiety to his already swirling mind. All he could do was sit and wait, reconsidering, considering and reconsidering again. If he didn't tell Sol, they could surely make everything work just fine, but he couldn't deny that the other would likely be pained at his lover's sudden disappearance one day. The door opened a few moments later and his resolve was absolute. Ruvyn could only take this chance to come clean.

Making his way in, he closed the door and sat down, taking a deep breath before speaking up. [i [#dd9518 "Forgive... me father for I have sinned or- however this goes.."]] he began, closing his eyes, hoping that the other would recognize his voice. [i [#dd9518 "I met a man recently that I adore. He means everything to me and truthfully, I would give him the moon and all the stars if I could."]] Crossing a leg over the other and running a hand through his hair, he let out a frustrated sigh.

[i [#dd9518 "I want him to always be happy with me but- I haven't been completely truthful with him. You see I- told him that my family was into some demonic stuff.. But that isn't quite right. To be exact.. Naberius isn't the demon my family works with.. he's- he's my father. I'm a demon."]] he admits a bit lowly, leaning his head against the partition between them. [i [#dd9518 "I'm afraid he won't believe me. Or worse, be afraid of me and never want to see me again. I have my ways to prove it to him if need be but- I'm terrified that he won't even begin to give me the chance to do so. I am- head over heals for this man and I only want to keep him safe and loved. I don't want the difference in the worlds we come from to be the end of us."]]

Ruvyn lets out a dry chuckle, [i [#dd9518 "Hell, I even braced the swarms of his partron's cries for me to leave just to see him this morning. They didn't much like my presence it seems."]] For a few moments, he's silent. When he speaks up again his voice is trembling, hands fisted on his leg tight. [i [#dd9518 "I may have to face some life shattering things soon.. Things that could change everything. At the very least, I-"]] Ruvyn's voice hitches, tears welling in his eyes as he smiles bitter sweetly. [i [#dd9518 "At the very least, I'd like to face those things with him.. Together. That's all I want.. I just want him to accept me."]]

With that, he sniffs and wipes his eyes, standing up and opening the door as he quickly exited the booth. Afraid of what the other would say or how he would react, Ruvyn decided to rush out of the building. It felt like a ton of bricks were placed in his chest. The moment his feet hit the pavement, he took a deep breath, hands trembling.

This could be it. That could have been the last time he spoke to Solomon. His chest merely tightened, a hand reaching up to grip his shirt. Trying to calm himself, Ruvyn lowered to sit on the steps of the church, resting his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands. He'd wait here. Wait to see if Sol would come out and speak to him at some point or if he would walk past him one final time and never look back. If he lost Solomon, then hell might as well just go ahead and come get him now.]]
  -ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ- / Mun / 307d 5h 3m 9s
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The sound of a distant phone alarm stirred Solomon from his deep sleep. Eyes still shut, he stretched his arm out and fumbled around on the nightstand to try and silence the alarm. Not feeling the phone he wondered why it wouldn’t be in its usual spot. Memories from his night with Ruben came flooding back, causing him to smile like some lovestruck school girl. He rolled onto his side with the expectation of finding his love snoozing peacefully, only to find the space next to him was vacant. Solomon didn't expect Ruben to be awake before him but it was possible that he had things to do today as well.

Rising from the comfort of warm sheets, the blonde stretched his lanky arms and stumbled to the closet in the dim light. He slipped on a plain white shirt to wear under his priest garb. Despite wanting to worry about where Ruben had gone, he couldn't bring himself to put a damper on his good mood. He wanted to savor this feeling. Realizing that his phone alarm was still going off, he hustled out to the living room to find where he had left it. The small device lay abandoned on the floor in front of of the couch. It must have fallen out of his pocket at some point. He plucked the phone from the floor, swiping at the screen to cancel the noise.

Solomon liked mornings but only when they were quiet. It was a good time to reflect on the day before and the day ahead. Although, he wanted to avoid anymore reflecting on his night before he started to feel guilty. Pushing difficult thoughts aside, he spent the rest of his time before church eating a simple breakfast and chugging two mugs of coffee. Damn, he was tired. The day had barely begun and he was already thinking about how he could maybe squeeze in a tiny nap between services. Not that a twenty minute nap would really do much good.

When he arrived at the church he entered through the back where the offices and other various quarters were located. He made his way to the small chapel area that was only used by employees of the church. The few pews available were empty save for an older nun. Hearing him come in she parted her hands and turned around. Solomon beamed at her and took a place next to her in the pew. Out of everyone who had a role in the church Sister Amelia was his favorite.

[b “Father Solomon, you seem in high spirits today. You’re practically glowing. Did you have a good night?”] she smiled sweetly, placing a frail hand on his shoulder.

[#6495ED “You could say that. I feel...euphoric. It’s hard to explain.”]

[b “I can tell. I know that not everyone has been welcoming to you and some days I think that wears on you, but you really have made such a difference in the community. You’ve got this light in you..and it seems to be shining just a bit brighter today. Ah, well I’ll leave you to pray before service Father.”]

Solomon wasn’t sure how to respond to something like that. He stared blankly for a moment, his mouth slightly askew before mumbling a bashful “thank you”. Sister Amelia only chuckled and gave him a pat on the shoulder before sliding out from the pew. After her departure, Solomon bowed his head and tried to think about a prayer to start his day off with. However, he could only think about the nun’s words. Did he really look happier? Should he put his happiness above everything else?

[i Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned. But I don’t regret it. I want to be selfish for once in my life. I give so much kindness to the world around me, sometimes leaving no kindness for myself. It doesn’t seem sustainable...or healthy. I don’t know. Just give me a sign.] He raised his head and gazed at the crucifixion statue at the front of the room, as if expecting the body on it to come to life and speak to him. Of course nothing happened. Sighing, he rose from the pew and straightened his shirt.

The sound of the organ being played greeted him from the back hallway that led out onto the stage. Solomon slipped a red stole over his shoulders and took a deep breath before revealing himself to the parish. Two deacons followed behind him and they all approached the altar. They stopped at the altar and signed themselves with the sign of the cross. The deacons then sat themselves in the chairs behind the altar and Solomon spoke to the church. [#6495ED “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”]

“Amen,” the church-goers responded.

Extending his hands, Solomon greeted them with a small smile. [#6495ED “The Lord be with you.”]

“And with your spirit.”

After leading the church in a song of praise, he flipped open a crisp Bible that rested on the altar and started to read from the Old Testament. The church goers responded to the reading with a song and Solomon prepared to read from the New Testament. For him, the strict order of Catholic mass had always been relaxing. No surprises meant less to worry about.

[#6495ED “Let us turn to first Corinthians-13. Though I command languages both human and angelic -- if I speak without love, I am no more than a gong booming or a cymbal clashing. And though I have the power of prophecy, to penetrate all mysteries and knowledge, and though I have all the faith necessary to move mountains -- if I am without love, I am nothing. Though I should give away to the poor all that I possess, and even give up my body to be burned -- if I am without love, it will do me no good whatsoever. Love is always patient and kind; love is never jealous; love is not boastful or conceited, it is never rude and never seeks its own advantage, it does not take offence or store up grievances. Love does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but finds its joy in the truth. It is always ready to make allowances, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes…”]

When he was through reading the passage he stepped back from the altar and took a seat. One of the deacons approached the altar and began the homily, an explanation of the word of God. Solomon tuned out the deacon’s words, getting lost in his own thoughts. What were the chances that he would be reading that passage from Corinthians today. Was it the sign he asked for?

Solomon looked out at the pews, focusing on the faces of the parish for the first time. Most people seemed fixated on the words of the deacon, but there were a few women who looked restless. What could they possibly be distracted by? He furrowed his brows and tried his best to track where their eyes were being drawn. When he found the distraction he inhaled quickly, the sharp breath causing him to break into a coughing fit. Cheeks growing red, he reached for the cup of water next to his chair.

Ruben. Ruben was there in the church. And he was looking right at him.

[i What...what is he doing here? Has he been here the whole time? Oh god, now I feel self-conscious. Does he think I look silly? Do I sound ...stupid?] Solomon tried his best to keep himself from looking back at Ruben, but it was easier said than done. For the rest of service he had to focus on looking elsewhere, though his eyes kept finding their way back. The only relief he had was when it was time to give communion. He liked to greet each church member by name, if he knew them, and offer them a smile or friendly comment as they received the bread and wine.

[#6495ED “We go in peace, glorifying the Lord in our lives.”] The end of service was Solomon's cue to exit the stage. One of the deacons announced the time of the next service and the hours of confessionals before disappearing to the inner bowels of the church. Solomon liked to stand around in the lobby after service and chat with people. Today was no different, although he was constantly looking over his shoulder, wondering if Ruben was still in the church.

After what felt like hours of conversation, which was really only twenty minutes, Solomon exited the lobby. He dipped his fingers in the waiting holy water and did the sign of the cross, even though he hadn’t left the church. He then headed towards the dark oak confessional booths. He was actually dreading this, his mind replaying the troubling information that assaulted his ears no more than a week ago. His eyes shot to the cross that stood before the stained glass window as he said a silent prayer of strength before stepping into the priest side of the booth.
  Solomon / mephistopheles / 151d 22h 52m 57s

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[Josefin+Sans [center [size15 Hearing that the young human in his arms felt safe with him, Ruvyn let out a deep hum of content. If only he knew he was in the arms of a devil. Would he feel more safe than in the arms of a human or would he feel in danger? For now, this was enough for Ruvyn. Pressing a chaste kiss to the soft forehead in front of him, the tan male let out in a soft voice, [i [#dd9518 "Thank you, Sol. I will protect you for as long as you allow. You'll always be safe with me."]]

Stroking the dark hair in his palm as he cupped the smaller male's head, Ruvyn's eyes slipped closed as he listened to their breathing. In the quiet of the night, the demon allowed himself to reflect on this blossoming relationship with his human other half. Despite his worries, the monster inside himself seemed to be sated at the closeness they shared in the aftermath of his "claiming" the human.

The thought that [i they] could come for him four years from now did little to calm his stressful anticipation for their arrival as it was just as likely that they come four minutes from now. There was no estimate of how long it would be before they reached a decision and it terrified him. One thing was certain in the man's mind. Above all else, he would keep his word in protecting Sol. If that meant he had to be ready to flee with him to protect the man from the pain of losing his lover, then so be it. That is exactly what he would do.

The hours passed by, hints of orange painting the sky as dawn approached. Ruvyn felt a bit mischievous, wanting to catch his little friend off guard with something he'd not be expecting. Silently, the demon pulled himself from the bed reluctantly, the distance between them now short, albeit none less painful.

Putting on his clothing silently, the demon escaped the room and left his lover's home, being sure to scoop the spare key he mentioned into his pocket. Surely the other wouldn't be far behind him given the time of the services. Making his way to the city's large and truthfully very gorgeous church, Ruvyn looked up. While he didn't particularly align with the teachings held here, he couldn't deny the pleasing architecture that religious buildings always held. Some of the finest pieces of art this world held, in his opinions. [i And ironically not far from the architecture in my own world,] he mused.

The second he took another step closer, he froze, a few people passing him to enter the structure. There it was, the very obvious reasons he shouldn't be here. But like hell he wouldn't come here to show the same amount of support for Sol's lifestyle as the man showed for his own. Shrieks and shrill screaming pounded in his head. Warnings to turn around.

As if addressing the voices directly, he glared up to the light dusting of clouds in the sky above the church and smirked, fangs glistening in the morning sun. Silently, he spoke to the voices in his head, knowing with his closeness to their home turf, they would go against their desire to ignore the minds of wandering demons on earth in lieu of opening communications to tell any encroaching demons to leave their holy places.

While their voices could only be heard as ringing and screams, he had no question as to what they wanted, head throbbing with the sounds. [i [#dd9518 "Keep screaming feather brains, I'm going in there whether you like it or not. I'm just supporting your servant's teachings, no?"]]

The demon grinned and continued his trek to the church, a heavy pressure pushing down on him with each step. Oh, they were trying. More determined than before to make it inside, he began to drag his feet, the pressure increasing, ears ringing unbearably loudly. Gritting his teeth, Ruvyn felt an immensely violent aura as he entered the threshold. It was as if there were eyes on every surface, he could feel them watching, staring him down.

While the pressure was gone, they continued a dull siren of noises in his head that became much more easily handled than outside. It was eerie knowing that those creatures were keeping such close tabs on him, though he understood why they wouldn't want a demon in such a holy place of worship.

Taking a seat in one of the pews, Ruvyn closed his eyes and enjoyed the panicked voices of the holy inhabitants in his mind as he awaited his ray of sunshine to come preach for him. All the while more than well aware of the more physically present eyes of the church that fell on him. A snicker left his mouth. Such sinful women lusting for a demon in the church of God. Ruvyn was more than pleased with himself in this situation.]]
  Mun / 335d 7h 47m 6s

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