forum Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Started August 08, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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Met leaned into Jason happily. "He's really cute."
Rocko made faint squeaking noises as he attempted to burrow into Met's neck.

(That's alright! Tbh I was getting rather nervous you were avoiding me)

Jason watches with a happy look on his face. He sighs happily as he kisses Met's forehead.

Met smiled up at Jason, as happy as could be.
Rocko made a sharp squealing noise and hopped off of Met’s neck suddenly. How come? The little jars lined up on the potion’s cabinet suddenly crashed and burned holes, froze bars and the wood, or sent sparks electricity everywhere.
Met flinched away from the loud noise, yet Zackary didn’t move. He merely looked up.
“Ah, the Angels are approaching.”

Jason was content as well as he sighed happily. When everything started happening, he used his own body ad a sheild to protect Met. He pressed Mets head into his chest, his body sheilding him as objects fell. It was out of habit, of course, since he had lived in a warzone for half of his life.

There was a loud, elaborate snapping noise, and the office fell silent. The only noise breaking this silence was Zackary’s nonchalant hums as he cleaned up the glass and aftereffects of the potions.

“Where are we?” Asked a high-pitched male’s voice.

“I am not sure,” Responded a second.

(hugs!)

Slowly Jason released Met and looked up at the two figures. He blinks a few times before looking at Met. "You okay?" He asks gently.

(Huuuuuuuuuughghhgggggssssss!)

One figure was stooped as it looked around.

“Oh. It’s a Demon,” It said with distaste.

Met looked up at Jason and leaned into his chest, with a tiny nod. The loud noises had sent his body into panic mode, but he tried to restrict this the best he could.

Jason kisses his forehead before smiling a little. "I definitely think the angels are here." He mutters, looking up.

One was a lanky boi with strong, curly blonde hair and with emerald green eyes. It was the one with the wrinkled nose of distaste.

(Didn’t we agree that we’d both play an Angel?)

(I think so…?)

The other had a kind but curious look on his face as he inspected them. He was shorter than the other, but he was elegant with curly white hair, big violet eyes, and a small, childish smile. He was thin, but well fit.

(I think we did.)

Met glanced back and forth between the pair of newcomers, his chest floating up and down quickly.
Zackary turned to look at the Angels. “Indeed. A Demon.”

“Well what do you want?” The taller of the Angels exclaimed.

“It is not I who summoned you.” He pointed to Met and Jason.

Jason hushed Met gently, squeezing his hand. "Easy does it." He mutters softly. The violet eyed angel coos softly. "They're so cute."

Met shivered into Jason, tucking his face away and out of sight. He didn’t understand the newcomers. He couldn’t read their minds, he couldn’t feel their thoughts nor could he hear the intricate rush of their blood as it pumped. This made him feel anxious and afriad.

Jason held him in a protective grip. The white haired angel looks at the blonde. "They're adorable. Can we help them? Please?"

The blonde glared at his shorter fellow. “Well, they summoned us! We have to help them!”
Met pressed himself into Jason’s chest. He felt his shiverings get worse and worse.

"Sheesh. Don't have to be so cold." He shakes his head head. Jason blinks before looking down at Met. "Hey. Easy there." He whispers. "I've got you."

The taller Angel strided over to the shorter one. “Being cold is just natural, after being summoned by a Demon.”
Zackary rolled his eyes as Met gave a tiny noise from his throat.

The male shakes his head. "Honestly. But look at them." He points at Met and Jason. "You could be a little nicer you know." He huffs and turns away.

(Should the angels be partners, lovers or brothers?)

(Partners, but they have crushes on each other, then fluff.)

The tall boi shook his head at the other. “Sure. Yes. Cool. They’re cute. But it depends on what they want from us, that changes our opinion on them.”

The male huffs then sighs. "Fine. Speaking of which… What do you guys want from us?" He asks curiously. Jason looks at Met and kisses his forehead. "I'm not supernatural… But after an event that recently occurred I want to protect myself and my lover from harm." The snow haired angel coos. "You can't get much better than that."

(That's adorable! And the angels names? Mine is Snow)

(I might have mine be Gold or somethin like that.)

The tall boi huffed. “I suppose it is a good reason.”

Zackary blinked. “So you’re going to close the contract, right?”

The tall male sneered. “We don’t call them contracts, Demon.”

Snow shakes his head, clicking his tongue. "Do be kind. I know we have difficulty with demons, but it doesn't mean we have to be hostile." He mutters, shaking his head. Snow looks at Met. "Give me your hand." He says gently. Jason nods to Met. "I'm right here." He says softly.

Zackary and Gold glared at each other as Met shied away from Snow. An unfamiliar person, an equally unfamiliar hand. He shivered more into Jason’s chest, pushing so hard on Jason that he could fall over if Jason stood.

Snow smiles gently. "It's okay." Jason held onto Met, shushing him gently. "It's okay, Met. It's okay." He whispers.

Met’s hands tightened into fists around Jason’s shirt and he turned his head away again. He was acting like a child, yes, but for a good reason. Met didn’t do well around people whose minds he couldn’t read.

Snow tilts his head and smiles. "A softer soul…" He mutters softly. Jason looks at Met. "Baby. It's okay. He won't harm you. He takes Mets hand, pressing a firm kiss to it.