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Demonic Protector: ConsequencesThe next morning Shiona was startled awake by a knock at the door. She went to the door, then shied away.
ShadowWing rustled his wings. "Wait a moment. I'll get Beelzebub." He flitted from the room.
Shiona patted on Seth's head when the Hound whined, having been awoken from his slumber.
Beelzebub walked in to the room a few moments later without a shirt, grumbling darkly under his breath.
Shiona blushed at seeing the demon and averted her eyes towards the Hound.
"Ohhh, shit!" Beelzebub gasped when he checked through the peephole.
"Who is it?"
"Matriarch Lasandra is here?!"
Beelzebub quickly threw open the door to reveal a woman in her late forties with flowing caramel colored hair and emerald green eyes. She was dressed in a long light peach dress and sandals.
"May I come in?"
"Of course..." He backed away to allow her inside.
The moment she stepped through, her form reverted to her demon one. The sandals were a well-thought out addition and d
Demonic Protector: Few Answers GivenBeelzebub awoke abruptly, a piercing howl echoing in his mind. He looked around to find that he was alone on the couch, even the living room was deserted.
Another howl brought him to his feet and down the hallway to investigate the source of the noise.
The Hellhound lay on the bathroom floor with Shiona sitting beside it. ShadowWing was perched on her shoulder as he instructed her on the use of the medicine she was applying to its burn wounds.
The injured Hound whined and howled each time the human female applied pressure with the washcloth.
"What in Hell are you doin' to it?" Beelzebub inquired, his hands clasped firmly over his ears to drive away the cries.
"We're just applying medicine, its being such a baby." ShadowWing replied, shaking his head.
"Can't Shiona just numb it enough to do this or what?"
Shiona shook her head.
"She doesn't have the strength to do so."
"Great..." He swiveled his head when a knocking sound cut in through the Hound's howling. "Oh, even better!" he grumble
Demonic Protector: Jukan's AppearanceBeelzebub lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He had been having an internal conflict with Jukan. The past few days the barrier that locked the Ghoul away within a corner of the demon's mind had been weakening.
Not much longer...
You better freakin' stay in there!
Oh-ho! But we both know you can't keep me in forever. It will be just like last time...
No it won't. I can keep you in there, I will!
Your precious little Shiona shall be mine.
She isn't mine.
Might as well be. We both know your heart has already decided.
Bastard, leave me be.
Never ever. You're stuck with me till death do we part. he snickered. Well, your death more than mine, of course.
And just what do you suppose you'll do if I die? I have no heirs for you to run to.
Hrm. Oh, I'll find another host, of course.
Jukan remained silent.
Beelzebub laughed aloud. He knew for certain with his death, the Ghoul would also cease to exist.
He turned his head at the wavering voice. "Yes, S
Demonic Protector: A Comforting GestureShiona bolted awake, panting and drenched in a cold sweat. She looked around frantically, frightened she might still be in Baron's dungeon. A sigh of relief passed her lips when she spotted ShadowWing curled up near her head, trails of green smoke trailing from his nostrils as he slept.
Being as careful as to not awaken him, she got up from the couch and made her way to the bathroom. As she passed Beelzebub's room, she realized the door was ajar. Curiosity overcame her instinct to stay away and she peeked inside.
The room was unsettling dark but she was able to make out Beelzebub's silhouette lying on the bed.
A voice thick from sleep startled her. "Shiona?"
She stifled a shriek when Beelzebub sat up, his partially closed eyes gave off an eery white glow in the darkness.
Despite her wish to leave, she stepped inside. She had to use his eyes as a guiding light to ensure she did not trip on the bed.
Beelzebub patted an empty section of the bed next to him. "Sit."
She sat dow
Demonic Protector: Battle with BaronKatrina's home was a quaint little cottage in the middle of the nearby forest. She was an elderly demoness who had decided she liked being out in midst of trees than in the underground caverns with the rest of the Daekons, a neutral Clan consisting of a mixture of human-type and animal-type demons. They did not house any dragonoids or dragonettes as the Zhugoth Clan did.
Katrina was a kindly humanoid demoness with speckled grey skin, a mat of snow-white hair, dark grey eyes, and short claws. She normally wore long dresses with a black croqueted shawl.
"So, my dears, what is it that brings you here?" she inquired as she set down a tray with cups of tea on them.
"Just to visit." Beelzebub replied as he picked up a cup.
"I just had an itching for your tea, Auntie Katrina." ShadowWing said as he used his tail to lift the cup to his mouth.
Katrina smiled. "And to show me this pretty human friend of yours?"
Shiona blushed and looked down at her hands.
"Ah she's just my Charge," Beelzebub sai
Demonic Protector: A VisitorThe demon and his dragonette companion were conversing in his bedroom while Shiona busily cleaned up the kitchen.
"Why do you even care that you get more than fear from her?"
"I don't know. I just...a part of me hates to see someone in that state. I'm not completely heartless, you know."
ShadowWing shook his head. "I've never seen you this intent about anything before."
"Me either. I guess where I was so accustomed to Natalie's bubbly behavior..."
Her fear was quite delicious.
Her screams were just like little bells being shattered.
"Is Jukan bothering you again?" ShadowWing asked, noting the sudden snarl that had had creased Beelzebub's face.
"Feh. Just being a nuisance..."
It's just too fun to pick at your resolve.
"Since you're better, are we going out anytime soon?"
"Yeah, yeah. We can go out somewhere. Where did you have in mind?"
"Was thinking of a trip over to Auntie Katrina's...and perhaps to the mall for Shiona. She only has that one pair o
Demonic Protector: Learning HabitsBeelzebub slowly came awake, feeling stiff and sore. The numbing effect had worn off and his wounds screamed in agony as he moved. "Ugh." As his hand came up to be placed upon his head, he realized something was off. His skin felt more constricted in the areas of his wounds. "Eh...?"
Such a sweet little human. She babied you whilst you slept. Jukan sniggered.
"What?!" Beelzebub bolted upright, looking around wildly for Shiona. "Where in Hell are you, wretched little human?"
Shiona leapt up from her position. "I...h-here..."
"What in Hell you think you were doing?!"
She lowered her gaze, giving no verbal reply.
Beelzebub scraped his claws down his helmet in frustration. "Damned human."
"I told her to do so." ShadowWing piped up, having been awoken from his nap.
Shiona looked up at him in surprise, startled he would take the blame for her actions.
"You?! Why you little-!" He snatched up the little dragonette and started shaking him violently.
"Auck, let go!" He spat a glob of acid
Demonic Protector: IntroductionsBeelzebub stalked down the hallway, shoulders slumped and head low to show his disdain. Due to the numbing effects, he was oblivious to the trail of blood he was leaving behind in his wake.
Shiona followed at what she deemed to be a safe distance from the disgruntled and severely injured demon male. The vicious tail was flicking about lazily and she was concerned its blade would inflict damage upon her if she strayed too close.
The hall was surprisingly devoid of other signs of life. Matriarch Lasandra had ensured that no one would stray in to the passage while Beelzebub was still present in Zhugoth territory. Mostly to prevent any questioning of him and to not frighten Shiona. Humans were not an every-day sight for any of the Zhugoth demons and their curiosity would get the better of them.
It only took a short time for the pair to reach the room that held the Zhugoth Clan’s Portal. A large swirling oval of crackling reddish-blue energy flanked by tall pillars with olden runic wo
Demonic Protector: The MissionDemons have always been thought of as myth, a tale told to young children to frighten them into behaving. But sometimes, myths turn out to be reality.
Two such creatures were fighting in a room carved from the very rock of the earth.
One was a female humanoid with skin the color of an amethyst, garbed in a flowing and elaborately designed dress of blue and gold that hid most of her body, including her feet. Her deeply riveted ashen horns curled gracefully from her temples to form an arch, from which hung a large crystal by chains of gold only inches from her swirling mass of violet hair. Her lavender eyes, filled with disdain, surveyed the male bent double before her. Crimson blood dripped from her talons to pool upon the stone floor.
The male was also a humanoid, but his skin was a dusty purple rather than amethyst. Garbed in a white muscle shirt, a black bomber jacket and black pants; they were less than, regal tattered and speckled in blood and scorch marks. A tail the length of his
The Spill of '14Velvet quickly served her friends beverages and pastries that she had just recently baked specifically for this time they spent with each other.
Amongst the table, there was Icee, Ali, Luna, and a new guest named Supah, whom Icee had found a while ago and discovered that he was a cyborg. After a bit of introduction and backstory with everyone, there was no longer a gap of awkward silence and questions.
Now they shared a table with snacks and drinks.
"Can you drink, Supah? Or eat?" Velvet asked as she laid down a tray of pastries for any of those who wanted seconds. Ali was the first to reach for the cookies and cupcakes, and Luna slapped her hand away, seeing that Ali still had a plate full of them.
Supah shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. But I guess it's a good thing. I don't have to feed and water myself everyday." he replied.
Velvet nodded. "It is a bit of a plus..." she agreed as she took the plate and glass of water away from him.
"But he won't ever be able to experience t
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Kagami's ending
Author's note: Here is the first ending with Kagami. And yeah, I know it's been already two weeks since I last uploaded a chapter, but I just started eleventh grade at school and it's really exhausting.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
“Whaaaat!?“, say both look at me like I’m crazy.
“Are we talking about the same Bakagami? The idiotic giant fool?”, Riko asks.
“Yeah. Is there a problem?”
Momoi asks “What do you love about him?”
All I can think of are this funny moments I had with him the last days.
“He made me laugh and that’s all a good boyfriend should do” And I smile at them and they realize how much I’m in love with Kagami. Then Riko and Momoi look at each other and take a decision.
“(_f/n_), we will help you. Kagami is so dense, he will not understand it the normal way. So we have to make good plan.”
A thousand years of Sonic 36A thousand years of Sonic 36
Silver was searching in Alice's library, he picked out a book and opened it. "What are you doing?!" Fleetway face pop out of the book, "AHHH!" Silver slammed the book shut. Silver grabbed his chest he thought he was going to have a heart attack, "Fleetway!" Silver yelled he was mad. He walked down stairs and he didn't saw Fleetway he looked from side to side. "Fleetway?!" Silver called he started to walk and bumped into a refrigerator, "A refri- what is this idiot up to?" Silver asked. "I have become a refrigerator... I hope this story wins a Oscar" said the fridge as he talked by opening the bottom door. "What?! Fleetway?" Silver asked confused of the talking fridge, "No it's El Pendejo, yes it's me" said Fleetway. "Why are you a refrigerator?" Silver asked to know the story, "Well I was searching for the spells in my book an it turned out that some of my spells work better
Profile Zoe JacksonOC PROFILE (Percy Jackson, next generation)
Name: Zoë Ariel Jackson
Nicknames: Zow, Starfish
Birthdate: December 18th (Sagittarius)
Hometown: New York
Years at Camp: 6 (since age 12)
Godly blood: Poseidon blood
Family: - Althea Lockwood (mother, daughter of Demeter)
- Percy Jackson (father, son of Poseidon)
- Rowen Jackson (younger brother, 2 years younger, Demeter blood)
- River Jackson (younger brother, 4 years younger, Poseidon blood)
- Sfea Jackson (younger sister, 6 years younger, Demeter blood)
- Demeter, goddess of grain and nature (maternal grandmother)
- Rowen Lockwood (maternal grandfather, deceased)
- Sally Jackson (paternal grandmother)
Super Soldier X Reader (part 12)You'd cried yourself to sleep and woke up the next morning looking and feeling a troll. Your hair was tangled and puffy, sticking out at odd angles, and your eyes had enormous dark circles underneath.
As your were trying your best to clean up the mess, Bruce came in and smiled warmly at you. You blushed deeply and smiled back.
"You're ready to go home." He said, tapping a finger on his clip board, then politely asked, "Ruff night?"
Undoing a heavily twisted knot in your hair, you said, "That bad, huh?"
He chuckled. "I've seen worse."
"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"
He smirked. "Did it make you feel better?"
You got out of the hospital bed and began pulling on some pants. "Any new reports this morning?"
"Just one. But Nick wouldn't tell me what it was. As soon as you get back to headquarters he wants to have a word with you." He caught the look of worry spread across your features and clapped a hand encouragingly on your shoulder. "Don't stress o
Creepypasta the Fighters: Steven and Miki
Bio: In-between the timelines of Gen. 0 and Red's story/Ash's story, there was a trainer named Steven. He was dressed in the recognizable G1 outfit Red wore, but he had long, black hair as well as a smug look on his face. He and his brother Mike were on the basic objective in the Pokémon universe: be the very best like no one ever was. Steven was the idol of Red, and was the talk of the region. He was even the boyfriend of Blue's older sister Daisy. Rather than be given an objective to record the data of all 151 Pokémon with a Pokédex to prove it, he was given it out of kindness. He blew through the competition on his way to achieve his basic goal. At the end of it, he gave up after a tragic accident.
Powers/Weapons: Steven carries along his Charizard nicknamed Miki. She's a veritable powerhouse who wasn't able to be easily weakened by attacks in the categories of the Achilles' heels of fire-type Pokémon and could do more damage than an average Charizard. With her a
El origen de las piedras del destino
Molly dice: Hola a todos
la historia que les voy a contar transcurrió hace mucho tiempo
una de las cosas que la gente sin magia no sabe es que muchas cosas
de el mundo normal fueron obra de seres desconocidos
me llamo molly y les explicare el origen de las piedras del destino
mucho tiempo hace ya cuando en la hermosa parís recién florecía
la famosa catedral de notre dame fue construida como otro fruto del renacimiento
Un mago muy poderoso que llevaba una vida tranquila y había ayudado a construir la catedral de notre dame
en un principio solo pretendía usar sellos en roca
conjuros pequeños que quería que lograran que toda persona que entrara en esta hermosa obra de la era gótica
expulsara un poco de sus males y se purificara el alma reflejandoce en los hermosos mosaicos de la catedral
un pequeño hechizo pero probocaria algo serio
No se si creas en el demonio pero si existe Dios temo que también existe el
El Demonio estaba molesto y
Creepypasta the Fighters Boss: Mr. Creepypasta
Bio: A person of unknown origin, very little is known about the being named Mr.Creepypasta. What is known however is that he is responsible for all the creepypasta phenomena that occur in the world. He takes pleasure in creating creatures he calls his “Children” and his only wish is for his children to play.
Powers/Weapons: As the god of Creepypasta, Mr. Creepypasta has unlimited god like power and can do many abilities such as creation, destruction and resurrection. In battle, he wields a large war hammer called the Pasta Hammer, which has a bludgeoning end on side and a spike on the other.
*Light Spear: Mr. Creepypasta crouches down to his knees and throws a long light spear at the player.
*Shoulder Ram: Mr. Creepypasta shoulder rams the player with a shadow trail following behind him.
*Pasta Hammer Attack: Mr. Creepypasta summons his Pasta Hammer, seemingly from thin air, and smashes the player over the head with it, setting them up for a free hit.
Homestuck Headcanon - Black, White, Silver, GreyHomestuck Headcanon - Black, White, Silver, and Gray Bloods
NOTE: This is a headcanon/an AU headcanon that I’ve been thinking about. Gotta give credit to :iconxxviolet-flamesxx: for the idea of silver bloods!
Black, white, gray, and silver bloods were once plentiful. However, like the candy red and lime bloods, they were considered mutants, and hunted nearly to extinction. Those few that are still alive are spread across Alternia. While some of them prefer to stay in seclusion, the others enjoy the company of other trolls.
’The color of purity, innocence, wholeness and completion’
-White bloods are normally social trolls, preferring to have at least one troll, or their lusus, with them
-White bloods are not fans of violence, and prefer to stay in places with low violence
-White bloods prefer colder climates, and can usually be found in low, chilly areas
-White bloods are the kinder of the four ‘pigments’, and normally grow to have Tiers
Valenthia BioName: Valenthia
Position: Elite Soldier
Hair Type/Color: to shoulders, wavy, midnight blue
Eye Type/Color: slitted frosty blue with dark blue around pupils
Skin Type/Color: Clouded leopard scheme, main body midnight blue with light blue-grey spots, scales so there is no other hair than on her head
Disposition/Personality: usually calm, self-controlled, hard-core fighter
Normal Clothing: Black pants with bluish-white sleeveless shirt, black high heeled boots that lace up on the sides, and a black coat that ends at her ankles
Wings: Retractable, bat-like that are length of body
Horns: frilled behind ears
Tail: slender with spikes running up to base, tip is webbed
Type: Human Dragon
Soul Flame: small dark blue dragon
Weapon(s): claws, ice breath, tail, Ice Bow, Sword
Power(s): Can create freezing fog, Ice Bow and Swords
Weakness(es): Any type of heat, intense fire causing frost on scales to melt and h
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