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Osiris perked his head up, looking at the door, same as Devon. He licked the boy, giving him some comfort. He wiggled his way out of Devon's arms, exited the room, and came back with a blue squeaky ball. Where did he get it from? No idea. Hellhound stash things everywhere. Osiris hopped back up onto the bed and crawled into Devon's arm, squeaking the ball obnoxiously.
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Devon looked at Osiris confused, then took the ball from the hellhound and held it away from him.
Osiris whined when Devon took the ball. He started whining and snapping at the ball. His lower half was wiggling from his wagging tail. He started barking, climbing on Devon to grab the ball. MINE, MINE, MINE Osiris was messing up the bed, sheets falling off of it. Slobber was dripping out of his mouth.
Devon laughed at Osiris trying to get the ball, putting it behind his back so the hellhound couldn't reach it.
Kai woke up from Naize's yelping, looking at her confused he nudged her with his head.
Osiris started to dig in the bed, looking for the toy. It’s one of the only things that kept him entertained. He poked his nose behind Devon’s back, trying to grab the ball from Devon. Osiris started whining loudly, using the puppy eyes tactic on Devon.
Naize gave a weak purr, trying to say she was alright. It was another one of her nightmares, worse than the last. She tucked her head back under his but couldn't fall back asleep
Devon smiled softly at Osirs and let him get the ball, "ok fine, but stop squeaking it like your trying to bring it to life or something"
Kai fell back asleep quickly, cuddling with Naize.
Naize waited for the sun
Osiris grabbed the ball. Squeak, squeak, squeak he held it in between his paws, chewing away at the rubber exterior. That can’t be good if he swallows it. Osiris wanted the squeaker, and he was going to get that damn squeaker. Squeak, squeak, squeak
Devon sighed, "If you choke on that, I am not helping you" He got off the bed and sat in the corner, his wings folded around him.
Kai silently snored.
Naize saw the shadows move, starting to shake
Osiris snorted trying to get the squeaker out. He ripped the ball to shreds, chewing on the squeaker. He jumped off the bed and went over to Devon. He sniffed the air around Devon and started to lick the boy on the face. Osiris shifted and the licks turned into kisses on the jaw and cheek.
Devon blushed deeply when Osiris started kissing him. He kind of just sat there, no idea what to do.
Kai woke up, looking around, his ears twitching.
Osiris hugged the demon, sitting in his lap. “I love you,” he whispered. Learning against Devon. He was cautious of the wolf, because of how protective he was. “What’s wrong? Why did you move to a corner?” He was worried for his demon, combing through his hair.
(Is osiris in dev's lap?)
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"I love you too" he wrapped his arms around the hellhound. "You were taking up the entire bed, one, and two, I feel safer in the corner than out in the open" he shrugged.
Naize curled tighter into Kai, whining a bit. The devil had left an imprint on her and it terrified her
Osiris laid his head in the crook of the demon's neck and closed his eyes. "Maybe I'm a bit too big to lay in a regular size bed. Do we need a huge doggie bed?" He joked. "Why do you feel safer in the corner? It's cold and boring. I get the shivers over here. Don't you get the shivers too?"
Devon leaned his head against Osiris', "Nothing can attack me from behind when I am in a corner, and I can see everything that could attack me…I might be a bit paranoid" he chuckled. He was honestly worried that Wrath or Lust or whomever would come back. He wasn't the smartest, and half the stuff he was told he already forgot or didn't know what it meant.
Kai nuzzled Naize lightly, trying to comfort her.
Osiris snuggled against Devon, giving him some warmth. “Nothing will attack you. I won’t let them. It’s not like I’ll get stabbed with a knife.” From the corner, a demon glared at the two, brandishing a knife. Osiris perked up, noticing something was off. The demon crept closer and stabbed Osie in the shoulder. The Hellhound howled and the demon glared at Devon. It disappeared. The knife was branded with words saying From your friend Lust. Osiris winced and whined. He clung to Devon, the blade sticking out of his shoulder. “I—I see why now..” He managed to croak.
(Plotted out by my best friend)
Naize appreciated the wolf's attempts but she needed air now.
Devon just sat there in shock for a moment, "See this is why I don't trust things…" he shook his head, gently taking the knife out of Osiris' shoulder, "Did I do something wrong? because I don't remember doing anything against this guy" he shook his head.
Osiris sharply howled at the pain. He didn’t like things being pulled out of him. “I don’t know either..maybe because you’re a rouge lust demon. Maybe because you’re scared of who you are.. greater demons don’t like those.” Anytime he moved the muscles in his shoulder, he yelped. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Greater demons are stingy creatures that hate just to hate.” Osiris closed his eyes and laid his head back in the crook of Devon’s neck.
Osiris cuddled closer to Devon, warming up the demon. He was Devon’s personal heater. He put his head under Devon’s arm, his nose against the boy's jaw. He had big sleepy puppy eyes, the ones that make you say awww. Osiris fell asleep in the demon’s arms
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Bane smiled. “I always remember what you say. I like the sound of your voice. It’s better than the echoes of my father and his screaming.” He nuzzled against Lis, playing with the collar of her shirt. He grimaced at being injected with another needle. “You sure love sticking me with things…” He got up, his legs a little wobbly from injury, and pulled Lis up. He grabbed her hand and twirled her around. “Oh come on, you’re lovely when you’re red. It’s so cute!” It’s like a switch was flipped in his brain, or maybe he was being flirty with the girl he loved. Some could blame it from hitting his head. “Maybe I will. Then we could go inside to the cool air, and we can." He paused. "Cuddle.” He bent down and kissed her on the neck once more. He really makes you wonder how innocent he is.
Lis turns a little redder. "I- I'm happy that you remember my words."
She narrows her eyes. "I don't. You're just fond of getting injured."
She turns a lot redder, trying to hide her face. "I am not!"
"Yeah." she says, freezing when Bane pauses in his sentence. Is he even aware of what he's saying or doing when he starts on this sort of stuff?
Devon inspected the blade, "A rouge lust demon? Hardly. I am not scared of who I am, I am ashamed of it." he sighed, he had never been scared of what he is, ashamed, hated it, yes. But he wasn't afraid of it. He was afraid of the things he could do to people when he lost control.
Naize got up slowly, heading for the door. Her fur was poofed and on end
Bane twirled her around once more. His aunt was a little bit helpful in educating him when he was super young, but nothing too drastic. Just braiding hair and twirls. She didn’t get too far in with helping her nephew before she was killed. “I will never forget your words, Lis. They’re important to me just like you are.” He smiled, pulling her closer to him. He’s never letting go again, afraid Lis might slip away and disappear forever. Puppies don’t like to be left alone. “I am not fond of getting injured. I don’t have a choice most of the time. I have to fight for us.” Bane tilted her head so she’d look him in the eyes. “You are very Adorable when red. Don’t deny it, sweetie.” He was not aware half of the time he does something like this. But this time, he seemed a little more choosy about his words and what they might imply.
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Osiris clung to Devon, softly whining from the shoulder pain. “That’s the word I was looking for. Ashamed. They don’t like that.” He lifted his head up only for it to drop back down on Devon’s shoulder. “They would rather you murder than preserve lives… and you’re doing the exact opposite.” Osiris didn’t want Devon to become the demon everyone hated, he loved him the way he was.
Devon kissed Osiris' head, "Yeah, well I am a pacifist anyway, I only act in self defense" He shrugged, "I am sorry about your arm, shoulder, thing…being stabbed..you know" he folded his wings around them, making a sort of wall from the outside world.
Osiris ran his fingers through Devon’s hair, fluffIng it up to his liking. “I like you that way. It makes for a better demon. Acting in only self-defense is okay.” He curled himself into a ball, laying in Devon’s lap. His shoulder wound was still bleeding, but healing. It was almost completely healed. “It’s alright, buttercup. Don't apologize for what those scum did. You have nothing to do with them.” Osiris felt safer when Devon folded his wing around them.