yanan's office [TW]

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ [] hi hello i don't know what i wrote too dsmfhsjjds ded

recently, junhui's dreams had been,, vivid. it didn't take long after he closed his eyes for him to be transported back into his old home, the one that he'd lived in for many, many years. he turned his head to look at his surroundings, his gaze sweeping over the countless number of books behind him before facing the person in front of him. a voice in the back of his head reminded him that it was his - no, his father's - study. he couldn't hear their voice, even when they opened their mouth to speak, but something was placed on the table in front of him. he was met with the sight of red, the blood that dripped down from the blade staining his hand as he picked it up. laughter bubbled up from junhui's parted lips, the sound echoing around the spacious room. he did it. all of his parents' possessions, the land, the servants, the business, the money... everything, finally his. nothing was in his way anymore. junhui raised his head back up, ready to give his next order -

fire. everything was in flames, even the books that were behind him just a few moments ago. the fire was getting closer to him, the tips of the flames at his skin; every breath that he took only filled his lungs with smoke. he had to get out - fast. the smug expression that usually adorned junhui's features had been replaced by one of fear. there was nowhere to go; he was surrounded. tightly squeezing his eyes shut, the helpless male waited for the blaze to engulf him, but aside from the heat of the flames, he felt a painful blow to his abdomen.

junhui's eyes snapped open, the pressure forcing the air out of his chest in a sharp exhale and his body tried to curl up into itself to ease the pain, failing to do so because of the weight above him. his pupils moved around frantically, trying to get a grasp of the situation. two things immediately occurred to him - first, that he fell asleep and the couch he was on was burning, and second, that the owner of said couch was on top of him, anger evident on his face. , he was screwed. the annoyance that he felt before was all gone, replaced by fear that was only intensified by the sight of the demon before him. junhui whimpered, squirming in distress underneath the other and trying to shove his feet off of him, making an attempt to get away as he suddenly became more aware of the flames around his body. get away from the fire - that was the thought that came to him first as his hands desperately pushed and pushed, rolling off of the couch as soon as he succeeded. he was still slightly shaking in fear once he looked up at the resources head, forcing himself to calm down as much as possible. a part of his clothes was still burning, but he'll take care of that later. come on, jun, this is not the time to show your vulnerability. "i - i'm sorry, sir, i fell asleep while waiting for you, i didn't mean to do it on purpose -"

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ lalisa's heart pounded with an emotion she could not quite discern. was this fear? was this excitement? she could not understand what it was meant to be, but she welcomed it all the same. heat traveled through her veins like gas fueling a machine, and it was though she was given life once again — she had always felt empty, and it was. . . suffocating. if this was the only way for her to feel alive, to feel that she existed, then so be it. she would welcome it with open arms — the pain was nothing but a small sacrifice to ascertain her existence in this vast, vast world. yan an had always been the only one who could make her feel truly alive — anyone else's way of 'torturing' her stood pale in comparison to what the prince of wrath could truly give her.

she longed to touch his skin, craved for him even. how many times had she claimed that she wanted his flesh the most? countless, but all of those claims were just as true as her hunger for meat, her appetite seemingly unable to be satisfied no matter how much of this man she ate. her hand found his shoulder as she arched her back, letting his claw tear her top, its sharp edge almost cutting her skin. her breaths were heavy as she let her arms rest by the sides of her face, almost completely surrendering herself to the demon. both the lightness of his touches and the roughness of his actions had already sent another wave of arousal to her core, and she felt incredibly sensitive, her whole body almost unreservedly under his control; his to break and play with.

even when she was faced with the man's true form, even as she stayed in her 'mortal form,' she was unafraid. he was so close, too close to killing her, to ending her life, and she w a n t e d it. she did not even try to stop the wail that had come out of her lips when he had torn off yet another chunk of her flesh. this was what he wanted, she thought to herself, and she shall deliver.

his fangs sank once again into her battered body and another chunk of her flesh was taken once more. her body, quick to respond to any wound it gained, was struggling — and the fingers inside her skin burned. she was already so full of his marks, and she held onto his tresses, his teeth this time digging into her neck. his name fell out of her lips as a gasp, and her nails dug onto his shoulder, deep enough to draw blood. she pressed herself against his palm as soon as they touched, wanting for more of his heat; craving for even more of him. her slim tail swirled around his wrist, the one that was on her heated core, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to herself. his words excited her even more, aroused her — the very idea of being the prey against this certain prince of hell exhilarated her, left her breathless. she cupped his face with both of her hands, staring straight into his obsidian eyes. a sense of familiarity washed over her, but that did not douse the flame that danced inside her.

"break me," she whispered. "ruin me even more." she wished for the extreme because any less than that would be pretty boring, wouldn't you think? (what she truly meant was, any less than that would make her feel empty and dead, and she hated that because she wanted proof that she was still alive and not just existing.)

[] i tYPED the first half, half asleep and the second half, barely awake so excuse my typos,, ,and this ty reply ilysm

@〈 kim jennie 〉ʇʞɹɯ [] shdbfhgg what a mood and stop saying its bad hwsbdhfbghb i quite enjoyed reading it uwu my reply length might be a bit short since i,,,,am out of words.

more often than none, the prince wouldn't bat an eyelash nor indulge the female in her lust driven request, however, the harlot before him deserves to be rewarded for her valor, for daring to paint on a scowl and express her displeasure within his presence, for taking a heavy blow to her face yet had the audacity to ask for more. a novelty really, the giving him a chance to unshackle him from his restraints, the very restrains that holds the demon back from snapping every imbecile that dare goes against his word. yanan couldn't help but to elicit a hum of approval, a newfound desire to test the breaking point of his toy for the evening brewing within his pit ." you should really be more careful with your words, your greediness may end up causing your very own undoing". his fingers tangling within the confines of her obscure locks, a fistful in his hand. he tugs her to sit upright, swinging his hand back, a disregarding gaze fixating upon the female within his grasp, a split second later the male swings his arm down once more, this time without holding anything back as he allows his large palm to fully drive against the other's cheek. he holds her in place by the bunched up tresses, all in while, he /gifts/ her with a plethora of heavy blows, slapping her cheek, over, and over, and over again. a devilish smirk capturing the momentary delight that had replaced his anger.

his arousal throbs within the female's grasp, her sensual touches and sultry voice beckoning him to take control and do as he pleases. displeasure washing over his features, matching the grumble of discontentment touching at his lips. his patience running dry, nonexistent at this point. " you sure are horrible at following orders, I'd be doing your department a favor by killing you right now". he slams her head against the side of his desk before repositioning her lips to match the level of his length. " since you're inept, I'll just use you like a ing fleshlight, at least they provide proper pleasure". his vindictive gaze resting on the smaller's features, his pushing through her plump couplets and to the back of . a low, subtle moan, chiming pass his brims as her wet muscle makes contact against his tip. slowly at first, he begins to move his hips. the smirk playing at his lips deepens as he forces his full length into the female's enticing mouth.

lust continuously brewing within as he fastens the pace of his ing. the translucent tears that threaten to fall only further encouraging the male, his palm now resting upon the back of her head as he forces her head down towards his , to meet each and every one of this , savoring the pleasure her hot mouth provides him with." what happened to all that barking, jennie? let me hear you voice out and once more". in dire need of relief, he couldn't' care less whether the woman before him was able to breathe, or if the continuous ing upon was overwhelming, he invited her over for relief, and all that he received was an unsatisfactory . in his eyes, an employee that doesn't know how to treat her superior with proper respect, nor provide satisfactory results, were as good as dead. and if by the end of the night, the female persists to disobey, she very well might be.

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p a whirpool of contrasting emotions floods the demon's stomach, churning in both disgust and lust. how broken he was to find so much joy, so much satisfaction from running his limbs amock upon the younger's battered body. her unclosing wounds, the bloody floor, crimson soaked attire, oh how his arousal stands proud and tall, pressing against his trousers as he bask in his own masterpiece.

seduced by the very idea of tears streaming down her face as endless moans spill from her plump, rosy couplets. a new found desire seeps into his blood streams, wanting to bathe himself in the demoness' blood, wanting to sink his fangs into every inch of her body and drain her of her enticing ichor. he felt his body fuming, not of anger, by vitality, never feeling as alive as he was with his mouth on hers. her screams, akin to the sweetest of sound, so melodious, euphoric in its very essence, urging him to hurt her more, and so he does. he runs his claws against her back, tearing through the frail fabric adorned by the demoness, one that's left beyond recognition after the prince's ministrations

"there's a strange sense of beauty, seeing you like this, the very wretched sight of you quivering like a in heat". he muses out, a complacent grin adorned on his visuals as he trails his bloody hand down her toned abdomen. without a second being spared to ask for permision or allow for the lustful demon to recompose himself, he digs his fingers into the crest of her attire, tugging it upward until he was met with the captivating sight of her porcelain skin peeking behind the blossoming petals of blood. he continues to move down south as his wet muscle, static, a lingering stripe pass her brims, and down to her neck, pressing a plethrora of kisses once he meets her ample bossoms, continuing lower as he savors the blood tainted skin. he absentmindely sinks his fangs into her gut, ensuring that he impales a few organs here and there, a hum of contentment resonating within his throat as he retracts his head back slightly, pulling away with a fresh chunk of flesh within the confines of his mouth.

the pool of blood resulting from the demon's touches was soon accompanied by his limb, fingers clawing away at the wound that struggles to heal itself. "let it all out, lalisa dearest, this may be the very last time you'll be able to use that voice of yours". he slits a deep cut along the curvature of her neck, his free hand trailing up her thigh, far from being hostile, somewhat sensualy, as he parts her leg further. he had long lost control on his own sanity, his body working on its own accord as he runs a strong palm against her clothed heat, all in while, his fangs decorating her skin with fresh bite marks. it was as if her body was the canvas on which he wanted nothing more than to paint on with her own blood.

"you're beneath me beel, and you always have been. years gone by and still, you're chasing after my shadows. it's time I give you the ending you deserve. I shan't waste any parts of you, I'll eradicate your very existance from this damned hell, and i'll,,,' his voice trailing off into quietness , his lips before he run his tongue against the crest of her ear. "start by devouring the demon of glutton, herself".

[] uwu shdbfhgb i dont know what i just wrote

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ [] jennie's masochist and submissive side is incredibly confused at the moment because of her anger and i am confused and half asleep and that was bad im sorry:"

it had been a mere 10 minutes in satan’s office and jennie had become a peculiar bundle of emotions. was his rage contagious? because, she yearned to stay angry at him, to feel the rage consume every fibre of her being as her eyes gleam crimson and her nails claw at his skin. but the other side of her begged to claw at his skin due to uncontrollable pleasure. she wanted to dig her fingers into his skin as he wrapped his own around her neck, drawing out breath after breath after breath.

it was clear why she wasn't in human resources.

his touch around her s accompanied with that backhanded compliment was almost enough to send her into a frenzy but the wicked side of her craved more. she wanted to see what he'd do to her if she unleashed his true anger, she wanted to tip him over the edge and provoke him to do his worst. her eyes drop to his fangs and she felt her cheeks warm up with lust at the thought of them piercing her flesh and drawing blood. the lewd thoughts and anger that brewed inside her forced her to press her thighs together as to not give away just how much she was possibly enjoying this.

she wondered if he'd stay true to his words- whether he'd truly cut her tongue off. his threats frightened jennie a little, knotting her stomach with worry but it wasn't enough to scare her off completely, it just enticed her to do her best so that he'd one day call her back to use her tongue on him once more. the slap wasn't doing much to tame her masochist side either. the warm, stinging sensation that overwhelmed her skin sent electrifying shocks to her core and she wanted nothing more than to feel it once more. "again." she whispers faintly, desperately and shamelessly, barely audible as her eyes search for his gaze, glassy teardrops settled on her eyelashes from the pain of the slap but a vulgar smirk playing upon her tiers. "please, sir."

her eyes train on his length, unconsciously running her tongue over her lips as yan an steps closer. she thought she ought to once more- it wasn't a calculated thought, it was one more of leftover spite from his spontaneous kiss. so with that one command, she got to work, lips parting as she eagerly welcomes his shaft in her wet mouth. a hand wrapping around the base as she begins to on the tip, tongue swirling around it slowly. she pulls back a little, momentarily resorting to kitten around the tip while her hands tightly run up and down his length, only occasionally latching on to it with and never letting herself accept further than the tip no matter how much she wanted him to gag her.

@〈 wen junhui 〉ʇı [] i dont know what i wrote hsbdhfbg

a prolonging sigh chimes pass his parted brims, one that pierces the daunting silence and was enough to keep his fellow demons on their toes. returning after an excruciatingly intensive rutined visit to the numbers of deparment that existed in dishormony within the company, the male was exhausted to say the least. his silvery locks that glisten within the darkness of his floor, luminated by the blazing hellfire, was disheveled, strands tainting his pale visage, one that was painted over with a disdained scowl and accompanied by a bemused frown. he runs his digits through it, series of not so gentle in hopes to return sooth the mesiness and make himself more presentable. as his strides leads the demon to his own office, he notices his door left ajar, sending his blood boiling within moments. "what kinda daft tard did they sen-"

it didn't take long for yanan to receive an answer, an answer that came in the form of an IT demon slumbering away upon his couch. the sight was quite humorous. the way the demon seemed so peaceful and calm, not a care in the world to be given as he takes solace within his dreams. but yanan, wasn't the one to laugh nor advocate the act of slacking off during working hours, or any other hours for that matter, especially not when he had requested it to send someone capable to run a system check for his computer. "you must really have a death wish". with a snap of his finger he sets his couch ablaze, tensing up his body as he leaps into the air, only to, feet first, into the demon's gut. "wake up, you ing imbecile". he was fuming with anger, how dare he, a mere employee dare to take sanctuary within his office, forsaking his own task at hand to doze around like some,,sloth.

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ lalisa could have sworn that her head might have fallen off if she were human, what with the amount of strength behind that slap. her cheek stung, she could feel blood inside . she tried to feel the liquid with her tongue, before she spit it out toward the male's face, eyes narrowing at the demon. she could fight back - she truly could. even with the pain that surely would have killed any other mortal and lesser demons that she was experiencing right then, she was quite sure that she would still be able to fight back. she might not be able to kill him, but she could harm him enough to leave her alone to escape. but she was not doing anything that could push the other off her. in fact, she was well aware that every action she took only riled him up even more, and for some ed up reason that no one would truly be able to understand, she /wanted/ it.

her nails dug into his tresses as she threw her head back, letting a sharp hiss pass through open lips, as his fangs sank into her flesh, drawing blood instantly. what was fear? what was pain? all of that blended into pleasure for her, the state of ultimate bliss that she knew no one else would have been able to achieve except for her and only her. was this how her preys had felt when she feasted on them, played with their bodies like they were paper dolls that could easily be torn off by her slim fingers? she had long forgotten how it felt, ever since this man had decided to let this side of his to sleep for an extremely long time - centuries, eons, probably. she could not get even a single word out of when he pierced her shoulder with his limb, taking a chunk of flesh with his fist as he passed through her body.

this time, this time however, she screamed, could not stop herself from letting a harsh wail fill the ruined room. her body's first instinct was to pull his arm away, or at least, attempt to do so. she absentmindedly wondered if she ever had a limit, and if she did, was the prince of wrath close to bringing her to that seemingly nonexistent limit? tears spilled from eyes, smoothly rolling down her cheeks, and her whole body twitched when he withdrew his hand, dark liquid pouring out of her body. was she capable of dying of blood loss? was she about to find out now? no, her body had answered her, already starting to put itself back together, albeit a little slower this time. her mind barely registered the demon's words. something about belittling. something about a shell, playing human. something about dying, she assumed.

her gaze focused on him just as she felt his lips against her own, rough and harsh, without any kind of gentleness at all. she barely had let out a gasp when he slipped his tongue inside . the feeling of their tongues against each other, danced to a tune of dominance where he led the routine, sent a shiver down her spine, down to her very toes. her legs trembled at the kiss, at his hand around her neck. once again, he was marking her neck as his own with his fingerprints, and both of her hands were holding onto his arm again, grip tightening in sync with his digits. the sensitivity of her tongue was being overstimulated with his roughness, the oxygen being cut from the rest of her body once more. like before, it was bliss. euphoric. she tried to close her legs, but her limbs only met his torso as he stood between them. each flick of the tongue sent her closer and closer to her undoing, and her toes curled, her body already seeking for release.

she could die, she thought. she could really die, and here she was looking forward to it like a child being granted a wish. the mere thought of death, the very possibility that she could die right then, was enough to set her off, and her whole body quivered, her fingers digging onto his flesh, as she gasped against him.

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p [] uwu it might be a bit short shbdhfbhg

"That's right princess, scream out my name,," his voice trails off as he swings his hand heavily against the side of her cheek. "if you can that is"

he missed this state of his, with his senses heighten, each sensation was utterly blissful. he never felt so alive, seeing, or rather feeling the demoness before him writhing in both pain and pleasure. he was beyond ed up, he craved to paint her alabaster like skin with bruises and markings, the thought to set her limbs aflame to ensure she's hopeless and voided of the ability to fight back crossing his mind, but the male quickly shoves such thoughts aside. where is the fun in that? he thinks to himself. the fun lies in breaking down her front, dominating and suppressing any futile retributions, the very idea of it sending a pool of warmth down below. he sinks his fangs deep into her skin once more, this time to her thigh, oh how her flesh sent his taste buds crazy, urging him to visit other parts of her body. he straightens his posture, fingers finding solace within the female's tresses, tugging on it as he forces her to match his gaze.

"i'm sure I'll get an earful later from Lucifer and the big man himself, but at this very moment, there's nothing that'll restrain me from truly enjoying my /meal/".

his hand, no longer held captive by the demoness' stomach, was painted in a shade of crimson, blood trickling down to the ends of his claws, amusement evident in his orbs as he brings his limb closer towards him, his wet muscle lashing out to a stripe, the very taste of her ichor akin to wine, so sweet to his tongue, all too intoxicating and addicting for the male to monopolize on his own. in his eyes the female before him was but a blood bank, one that would never run out of the nectar he had grown to crave. with a sinister grin adorned on his features, Yanan took it upon himself to impale the younger's shoulder, ensuring his limb fully penetrates her frame until he was met by nothing on the other side. the fresh coat of blood sent the male into a euphoric journey, a snarl slipping pass his brims as he retracts his hand, ensuring he leaves with a souvenir, a fist full of her flesh. he brings the meat to his mouth, his gaze fixating on the other's, tender and warm, contradicting the very action his indulging in, and with a silent "thank you" he devourers it graciously.

"little prince, you know better than to belittle me, lalisa. I can't thank you enough for breaking me out of that pathetic shell, I've grown quite tired of playing human. my gift to you would be to ensure you suffer until the very second your heart ceases to beat."

a split second later, the male had his body atop the younger, pinning her down. his brims latching onto lalisa's. lips plush and warm against his own, a fervid dance soon taking place between their couplets as he forces his tongue into , coating the inside of the foreign cavern with her own blood. his lengthy, deft digits, banding securely around her neck, akin to ornaments, a perfect fit. with each movement of his lips upon hers, he tightens his grip on her neck, wringing the life out of her. he wasn't thinking, allowing his desire, call it lust, maybe a mixture of that and blinding rage? whatever it was, drove the male to fully indulge himself in the younger without an ounce or regret nor thinking of the repercussions.

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ junhui glared at the door of satan's office in distaste. making him work was already tiring enough, and now he had to leave his desk? he was annoyed at the fact that he was the one who had to go up and do it, even though there were other people in the sixth floor who were also doing nothing. but whatever - the sooner he finished this, the quicker he could go back to slacking off. he didn't think the human resources head would enjoy it if he took too long, anyway.

raising his fist, he knocked three times and opened the door before he even heard any response from inside. "you asked for help from the it department, sir -" junhui suddenly stopped talking and blinked when he saw no one at the desk. giving the large room a quick scan as he walked inside, his brows furrowed when he confirmed that the head was nowhere to be found. where could he possibly be? a loud sigh of frustration escaped junhui and he flopped down on the nearest couch. guess he had to wait for now. only a few seconds passed before his seated position melted into lying down on the soft cushions of the sofa, a yawn slipping past his lips. this spot seemed like a great place to rest, especially with the warmth of the room being a stark contrast to the almost-freezing temperature of the sixth floor. jun's eyelids slowly slid down to a close, drowsiness taking over him. maybe a few minutes wouldn't hurt...

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ ed — lalisa knew she was ed the moment she felt the temperature in the room drop, the second no sound could be heard. it was a familiar aura, a familiar presence, the amount of power that she knew extremely well. she her lower lip, wondering for the briefest moment whether she wanted to look back at him, or if she should just take this momentary silence as a chance for escape — could she fight against yan an in this state? but this was the man she had been wanting to bring out for the whole time she had been annoying the demon, was it not?

"where do you think you're going, lalisa?"

she turned at the exact time the prince of wrath appeared behind her, hand gripping her tail. she hissed at the touch, and the next thing she knew, she was letting out a gasp, her back meeting the table harshly. she was quite surprised in the back of her mind that the table had not broken upon the impact. her tail stung, unused to being misheld so roughly. she forced herself up, crimson eyes glaring at the demon. pain pierced through her being as she felt his fingers inside her, playing with her organs. she opened , choked breaths coming out of it instead of a scream. once again, her hands wrapped around his newly formed limb, dark liquid dripping past her parted lips.

"satan—!" his name came out as a cut-off scream, and she felt his tongue run along the outline of her neck. the feeling of her flesh being torn off was too much, too painful, and it woke all of her senses up, her hand flying to his hair, pulling at it as she tried to move away from the male. . it hurt. it hurt. it ing hurt. but she liked how it hurt, liked how it spread throughout her body as a shiver, like a virus claiming its victim. tears came at the corners of her eyes, and her orbs almost rolled up.

she could feel her body trying to heal already, but it could not with the other's hand literally inside her. the process hurt, the whole ing thing hurt, and everything that satan did to her caused immense pain — and like the demon of gluttony that she was, she craved this anger, this madness, and marveled at how she was getting fed with everything she had wanted. was she messed up? yes, she was too ing messed up for anyone to ever meet or stay. perhaps it was because of that, that despite her hatred for this man, she just kept seeking him out.

despite being in utter pain, even though she should be begging for his mercy by then, should already be asking to be spared all the pain, she was not doing that. her lips curled up into a satisfied smile, and she pulled his face back to meet his eyes — his beautiful dark eyes, the pair which had always haunted her in her dreams, but the same pair she still wanted to see no matter what. she could not understand this ed up attraction to the prince she had always been compared to since the earliest of her memories (which was not very far, but that was not the point). a finger of hers trailed down his cheek, her blood painting his pale, pale complexion.

"hmm," she hummed softly. "indeed, i missed you so much," she uttered, tone even affectionate as though she was meeting her lover whom she had not seen for years. that would have been accurate, but this man was definitely not a lover — however she did miss seeing this form, this demon who was everything she ever wanted to consume. "this form. . . this power. . ." what a beautiful painting. she placed her finger above her lips, spreading her own blood across his lips. "i missed you, little prince." grip tight around his arm, she slowly pulled his limb out of her stomach, allowing her regeneration to come through. she wondered if she was going to die right at this hour, this minute, this second. would she even die? "don't you think it's time to be finally free? to get rid of that pathetic excuse for a mortal form, satan?"

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p [] I do apologize for the delayed reply and shortened length ajsjdjdjf I pretty much went full anime mode snsnddn this is horrid remind me to never type in the car

satan, was left in a state of momentary confusion, disbelief and disdain washing over his visage as he attempts to move his limb, a futile action on his behalf, only to be met with the absence of it. the sudden force applied to his temple sent the demon flying back, dropping heavily onto the cold uninviting floor.

in a moment of daunting silence, the male pushes himself back onto his feet, his gaze falling on lalisa, and then to the limb within her grasp. taking in all that the female before him had to say, the way her eyes crinckles in delight at his suffering, the evident joy that washes over her visage as she toys with his own ing limb. his eyes comes to a close, the palpitation of his heart dying out as layers of furious flames graces his hands, creeping up to to his arms, his abdomen, his lengthy legs, and then to his visage. his entire body taking solace within hell fire. "it was nice while it lasted, I guess,,," he whispers out, audible enough to himself as he feels his grip on sanity weakening, consciousness getting swallowed by the pent up rage.

and then there was nothing, his flames dies out, his breathing stilled, not a single sound to be heard. for an ephemeral moment it truly seemed like the flames of yanan's existence had been put out and replaced with such tranquil silence. almost trance like, he snaps his fingers, his digits stretching out into claws, his back potrudes momentarily before obscure blades shoots out, unfolding into four lengthy wings that lifts his frame off the floor. his eyes finally fluttering open, hidden behind a veil of thick lashes, gone were the pools of gold that rivals that of the stars, replaced instead with pure obsidian.

and in that state, his senses and prowess are amplified beyond recognition. his regeneration ability kicking in, the streams of crimsons and resonating sufference coming to an abrupt halt, his orbs fixating itself as the limb sews itself right back to to its full length, inch by inch, to the end of his digits. "you tore my arm off, I'll turn you into ashes"

the demon couldn't recall the last time he had opted this form of his, or rather, his rage voided him of the ability to do so. has it been centuries? an aeon? It's been a long time since, and the demon found his present appearance both unfamiliar and down right intoxicating. no longer were the cacophony of emotions quaking within in utter dissonance, the delirium waves of animosity and rage, ceasing, envoloping the male in calmness that was all but familiar. it was in this state that he had previously flooded hell with the blood of many, in the appaling carnage between beel and himself.

"where do you think you're going, Lalisa". in the blink of an eye the older demon had found himself behind the lord of the flies, hand quick to latch to her flickering tail. "you're only allowed to leave my office when I excuse you, that's the law here on the 5th floor". with a grunt he flings her entire frame back into his office and against the table. he shuts the door behind him before he lunges forward to the female, his new limb taking refuge within her abdomen as he pierces her stomach with a heavy jab, digits bathing in her sweet blood. "come on lalisa. It's been years since we last ruffle each other up, you missed me didn't you?" he spreads his fingers wide as he turns his limbs, claws scratching at her innards. with a hum of contentment he inches forward, lessening the distance between their faces. burying his features within the crook of the female's neck, inhaling her scent as his tongue darts out to trace the veins evident on her neck. it didn't take long before the male let's his fangs run amock, digging into the pale skin as he tears out a big chunk of flesh, savoring the taste of his nemesis.

@〈 kim jennie 〉ʇʞɹɯ [] djfbhbhbgvb just got real, my reply will probably be quite short when compared to yours but im dying hsbhfg uwu jennie,,finna get it. jdfhbg tell me if gets too much later on because one ragdoll!jennie coming right up

a mask of disdain paints over the 's features and the demon's eyes widen in surprise. it was the first time in many years that someone dared to look at him in such a manner, and it filled him with giddy feelings that were all too unfamiliar to himself. his brows furrows into an apparent scowl, disappointed as their liplock ended within seconds. his pearly whites finding momentary solace within his lower brim as he sinks the fangs into the plushness of his lip. he quite enjoyed the female's expert touches on his arousal. his free hand trails up her toned abdomen, halting as he reaches her ample . cupping a handful, kneading and squeezing within his hand as his thumb draws circles around her bud.

"Maybe there really is something wrong with me, seeing you here in this state before me, your gaze ading with pure anger, I can't help but find the whole situation both amusing and alluring at the same time. but here's the thing, Jennie,," his voice trails off as he pushes himself up, removing himself from the warm embrace of his leather chair, standing proud and tall over the smaller female, his vindictive gaze fixating itself upon her visage. "the next time you decide to have a fit and run your mouth, maybe consider who the you're dealing with". his voice, chillingly low, and coarse, each word that chimes pass his brims glazing with despisement.

the prince of darkness truly did enjoy the look of abhorrence present within the female's gaze, but he grows tired of having to listen to her talk when there's so much more she could have been doing. the male was quite infamous for his violent outburst that knows no limit, it didn't matter where or whom he was dealing with, anyone within his presence was as good as dead. here she was, baring her body to him, with his patience gone the only thing remaining in the demon's mind was to put the younger in her place." I don't recall calling you over for your opinions, you're nothing more than a replaceable so shut the up before I burn your tongue right off". he's had just about enough, his blood boiling within, maelstroms of malice and lividness complimenting each other as they enveloped his whole being. he retracts his hand back, only to swing it down with brute force against the other's face. he didn't put his whole strength behind it, but forceful enough to serve as a final warning. with a snap of his fingers, he sets a random painting hanging by the fireplace, ablaze. his orbs were glowing a shade of crimson. he shifts closer towards the female, ensuring the distance between their two frames becomes nonexistent. with his hand stroking along the length of his shaft, he runs a digit along the other's jawline, contours of his lips pushing up into an apathetic grin, he then prods the tip of his arousal against the demon's cheek, mocking her, before he rest it upon her plush couplets. "open up"

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ [] i,,, have permission to take an arm, right? :"D

the pain registered faster than the fact that the other prince had literally just torn her ear off. she could not scream even if she wanted to, the man's hand still so tight around her neck. her lower lip quivered, blood squirting out from where her ear should have been. she had not expected yan an to eat her instead, and her sight blurred momentarily from the pain that spread from the side of her face. before she could even adjust to the realization that she was missing an ear now, she coughed out crimson liquid the moment his fist met her gut, her body complaining why she did not even try to block that blow. oh, he was truly trying to kill her now, she thought to herself, and despite her current condition, she still grinned, her amusement glinting on her orbs.

her nails stretched into claws, and within an instant, the arm holding her up was cut. the limb fell to the ground with a soft thud, and she did not waste her gained freedom, her next move was to lift her leg and drop a roundhouse kick to the male's temple, successfully throwing him off. scarlet dripped from her claws, and she bent down to take his cut off limb in her hand. she looked at the other prince's form on the ground, raising her free hand near , tongue the red fluid off her claws. "well, tan-chan," she called, tilting her head to the side, her gaze taunting, "thank you for the hand, i guess."

she then wiped the blood off with the back of her palm, the side of her face and her stomach still throbbing with pain. satan's office was a mess, a mix of their blood painting the walls of his room, tainting his furniture and files, with flames decorating the rug. it would be a hassle to clean this all up, she noted. her ear was already starting to regenerate, and she touched her neck, quite sure that his hand left a mark on it. lucifer would be quite pissed to hear that the two of them had made such a ruckus once again, but who cared, honestly? this was hell they were talking about. order would never become a thing in this place.

"as much as i'd love to stay and kill you, i'd rather not face lucifer's wrath about this chaos," she said, words sounded rather uncharacteristically for her, but she had what she came for — which was his arm (she was only asking for a hand, but she got an arm. a bonus!) — and she was near the exit in seconds. she retracted her claws, moving a hand to blow a kiss toward the male. "so i shall take my leave, mister satan." her tail flicked playfully behind her. today she had gotten to see an angry satan and had gotten an arm from him as well — b l e s s. she frowned as she saw his arm regenerating though. the way the flesh and skin almost sewed themselves together from the inside was quite disgusting, but a missing arm was not much of a disadvantage to the king of wrath. honestly, if anything, it would most likely just fuel his anger toward her, and she was not looking forward to dying today — not like she was really going to die. it would take more than a mad prince to kill her.

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p [] dhbfhbg might not be as long since im dying but uwu

"I ing told you to get out of my office- are you ing deaf or do you really crave death that much? I gave you the chance to leave with your worthless head still intact to your shoulder and you choose to instead muse around with me?". his skin, that akin of alabaster, tainted by utter rage. cheeks scatter crimson, a searing flame that spreads like wildfire, visage turning a shade of scarlet as his rekindling lividness takes control of his being. his stomach churning in distaste; each second spent, or rather wasted within proximity, each teasingly spiteful word that slips past the other's brim, even the very beating of Lisa's heart simply adds on to the brewing flame of madness. his voice thundering out, voided of both calmness and patience. a bestial roar that shakes the very ground their feet were glued upon.

"more? it seems all those vile creatures you devoured finally got to you. you're sounding just like one of those filthy from marketing." a complacent grin blooms upon his countenance, one that reaches his eyes, curving into tantalizing crescents as he tightens the grip he has on her neck. she felt so fragile within his grasp, so small and petite, it was as if even the tiniest of movement would snap her head right off, and how Yanan crave to do just that. despite her regeneration prowess and borderline immortality, it'll still be painful, pain, that's all he wanted her to feel, nothing less, nothing more.

"they say you should always be careful of what you wish for, for your sake- I do hope you've enjoyed wasting your breath spouting nonsense, by the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to indulge in it any longer". his breath lingers against her ear, tongue darting out to taste the other's skin as he trailed his wet muscle along the crest of her ear, his fangs sinking without remorse into the innocent lobe, tearing the flesh right off, his tongue growing accustomed to the metallic taste that accompanied the droplets of blood trickling down his brims.

"eat or be eaten right?"

gone was the desire to let the smaller demon roam free and prance around, no longer did he feel the need to restrain himself from unleashing the unadulterated wrath within. a revolting growl rumbles from the depth of his pit as the male swing his lengthy limb straight into the female's gut, without an ounce of hesitation nor remorse for his antics, his fingers digs deeper into her neck wanting to cripple the female and render her unconscious. the carpeted floors besmirched with his heated strides, sending the woven rug ablaze as he shoves the petite frame back against the wall, raising his occupied hand until the demon's feet were no longer on the ground.

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ [] i was gonna sleep but then i couldn't so i figured i'd just finish this reply oof hope you had a good day and all uwu- jennie's a enjoy killing her- also if her actions are incorrect i just ??? don't know how to write about a ???? yep i babbled soz

her livelihood? the girl lives in hell and her job description is to customers and kill competition- with the amount of people she ed, she was losing interest in the act- the act that was the only form of interaction she enjoyed and the whole reason she earned the damn job. yes, she gets to eat decently with the souls the gluttons collect but she can't really say that her living standards were top notch. she almost rolled her eyes, the previous untainted desire that flooded her veins now poisoned by the slightest essence of rage.

she swallows any complaints that threatened to claw out and lets him do as he pleases, letting her dress bunch at her waist as she presses herself into him in attempts to mold her figure into his own. but when his lips meet hers she has to force herself not to flinch, if he wasn't a head she would have pushed him back and cursed at him to know his place. kissing was an intimate gesture of fondness which wasn't a feeling she felt when confronting her clients and yan an was just a client. she pulled herself away as soon as she could, busying herself with stripping him instead, nimble fingers wrapping around his already ed shirt before she pulls the fabric completely off his body.

the heat from his finger sent jolts of electricity down her spine and to her core, making her shudder a little. the pain just amplifying the intoxicating feeling of lust as she tightens her hold on , a string of soft mewls rolling off her tongue as she does so. his digits digging into her skin almost made her give in to him, it almost made her succumb to the idea of being his toy for the night and forget about the anger boiling within her but his words hit her pride and his actions were going against everything she worked for. the latter infuriated her because the teasing, the build up towards everything was what made lust so beautiful- at least to her- hands desperately reaching out for each other's bodies needing nothing more than just to feel their skin against their own, their breathing unsteady yet their heartbeats so in synch, the sweat trailing down their faces polluted with pure lechery as they both finally reach an that brings them such intense waves of relief they'd knock out worry free moments after. eliminating all that means eliminating the very need for lust. if yan an wanted a quick, anticlimactic he could've gone to the brothell not to her, he could've just gotten a real .

jennie stares at him through her lashes, scarlet eyes boring into his as though she was trying to show him the seed of anger he planted within her. she stifles her irritation with tantalising smirk, while she continues to move her fingers up and down his shaft before focusing on the tip, consistently pumping the inch near the top, occasionally bringing her thumb up to gently run the its pad along . with her voice low she whispers softly "with all do respects, sir, i'm offended you think our s are at par." immediately pushing herself off of him after her words slip past her plump lips, letting her dress finally fall off her frame, leaving her completely exposed as she gets ready to get on her knees.

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ lalisa really, really hated how it was yanan's flesh, of all flesh out there that she could take a lot easier, that her body asked for the most. nothing she ate could ever satisfy her craving, or even dull it a little. the last time she had been able to eat him was... a long, long time ago, perhaps during the time her revolt was still a thing, and she was so, so close to killing him. she absolutely despised the way his flesh felt against her tongue, so perfectly exquisite without the need to cook it. she craved for him, the one food she simply could not get no matter how hard she tried. she only wanted a taste — even just a would suffice. but no, he would not give it to her no matter how much she asked. w h y? she did not understand why he just would not give in.

what was wrong with losing a hand or two? the demoness clearly did not see any reason why and how it could be bad.

"cerberus loves me, chibi tan. he wouldn't hurt me. not that he can, anyway," lalisa said with a casual tone, still seemingly unaffected by the anger that was almost literally oozing out of the man's body. a pleasant smile adorned her features, as his tone turned down a pitch, quite liking how his current emotion laced his words. the mere fact that he was so, so mad made her happy — she was a proud demon of gluttony, she defined it, and she fed on anything negative. his fury was her food (though she preferred his flesh more, like she had stated countless of times before), and she utterly loved it when he was mad. it meant chaos, pain, everything she would ever want, honestly.

despite his threats, she managed to smile. perhaps it was something only a demon of her calibre would be able to pull off. "but it wouldn't be quite as fun if i were human, would it now, mister satan?" her tone was teasing, light. as his fingers trailed down her jaw, her lips parted in anticipation for what he was going to do next. she let out a surprised gasp when she felt his hand around her neck, coughing as his fingers dug into her skin. her hands flew to his arm, clutching onto it tightly. as he spoke, she could only think about how angry he was, how it must have been overwhelming his ability to think rationally, and how easy it would be for him to just succumb to whatever his heart desired.

she tried to press her thighs together, her mind flooded with the images of destruction and pandemonium, and something pooled in her lower abdomen. her heart raced with want, the urge to push him to ruin hell once more was strong and alive. she did not even think about how she was almost suffocating right then, the disconnect of the oxygen and the rest of her body sending thrill down her spine, and her legs shuddered, her hold on his hand stronger, her nails digging onto his pale skin. "mo. . . more," she gasped out, and she was not sure which she was asking for more - his anger or the thrill. maybe both. why not both, anyway?

[] ha ha ha killmejsy

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p [] dhbfhbbg it definitely got longer uwu hsbdhfbhg but it's alright I'm fine with the length, and it's definitely perfect. i dont know what i wrote hsbdhfg

a plethora of possible outcomes of Beel's visit makes its presence unmissable within his mind. would today be the day she succeeds in ending him? would the night end with his walls painted over with blossoming petals of Lisa's blood? or would it end like every other encounter they've had in the past, ending with him setting his room ablaze and hurling insults only to be met with childlike retorts and whinings? he /hated/ her. hate is a total understatement. he loathes the way her eyes lit up with glee and hope each time she inquires and pesters him about taking a bite of his flesh. he absolutely disagrees with how she lives her life and manage her department. what truly eats at him, is the fact that he can't kill her even if he wanted to, and oh how he would love nothing more than to do just that. if it wasn't for the laws of the company, and their forced disarmament, he'd have her head as paperweight within seconds. "i couldn't care less about your cravings, do I look like I have the time to indulge you with your nonsense?"

sometimes he let his mind wander, delving into his past encounters with the aforementioned demon, wondering why he was so unfortunate to have her cling onto him, both figuratively and literally, for centuries on end. it was as if fate had bound the two together, connected by a thread that can't unwind despite all his efforts. the thread being her fixation on ending his life and to satisfy her questionable cravings to eat him. " I'll burn your ing tongue off if you dare to call me that disgusting nickname again, beel. you've been craving for me for centuries, my answer remains the same, why don't you take a bite out of Cerberus, I'd love to see them chew your head right off "

albeit being the personification of gluttony itself, it still surprises him how the demon before him is able to devour the abundant amount of food and souls, yet stay so slender and petite. appearance wise, she was undoubtedly ethereal, enchanting with her doll-like features, yet he can't help but to find her very existence, repulsive." sometimes I truly wish that fate had made you a mere mortal, the way you eat, you'd die from diabetes way before I snap your body in half".

he removes his hand from her collar, letting his digits trace the subtle outline of her delicate jawbone, his orbs falling to rest upon her pale neck, he was beyond furious at this point, and it was evident in his erratic breathing. he tilts her chin up to match his gaze, only to coil his digits, clasping firmly around , veins contrasting the stark white skin of his hand as he wrings her neck. he took quite the liking to the feeling of having his grasp on her. his warm hand felt at home, able to feel each movement within her, the palpitations of her heart sending the male into a frenzy, craving nothing more than to halt the very tune. there wasn't an ounce of hesitation in his action. she inspires a paramount desire within him to ensure that despite the laws and the natural order of hell, she'd never dare to pester him again. the male decreases the proximity between their two frames, lips barely ghosting the crest of her ear as he speaks."get out of my office this instance, or I'll ing kill you. I'd even smite god and all of the heads if I have to, this is your final warning".

@〈 kim jennie 〉ʇʞɹɯ [] i was so sure you'd be asleep and then suddenly you drop sin on me hsbdhfbg sleep well bub and its great, don't worry uwu and uh,,,, forgive me




"damn right you'll do your best, your livelihood is at stake here". he simply leans back and studies the younger's antics, closely inspecting and judging her every move. his gaze bore itself into milky sin that was too alluring, tugging her garment down to expose her with one swift motion. no invitation was necessary, nor was he planning on asking for permission. he tilts his head to the side, granting access for the female to mark him until he grows tired of it. with a complacent grin touching at his lips, the demon molds his brims onto her couplets, pearly whites sinking into her lower lip as he gives it a light le, a series of nibbles and tugs following right after.

his fingers, almost scorching to the touch, dance up her back with her tresses set as it's destination. once there, he allows his digits to coyly delve into her messy yet sensual locks, tangling each finger securely with her strands before he forcefully tugs her head back. he uses his free hand to run a strong palm up her thigh, and to her bum where he cups a cheek in a shameless manner. the demon couldn't refrain himself from eliciting a hushed grunt as her lithe digits sneaks pass his trousers and to his crotch, losing himself in her touches for a split second before letting his brewing anger take over, shifting slightly before stretching his hand far behind her only to swing it down and slap her once more. his large palm fitting over her cheek, treating it like he would a stress ball. a forlorn attempt to keep his rage submerged, the ends of his digits digging into her supple flesh as he voices out his displeasure. "if I wanted a bloody I'd on my own, is this really the best you can do, you filthy ?" Yanan didn't care much for or formalities at this point, if the that marketing sent him wasn't going to provide him with the relief that he direly needed, he was sure as hell going to make her pay for it, simultaneously distressing himself in the process.

@〈 jeon somin 〉ɹɥ [] i do apologize if it's shorter than my previous post hsbhbdfg

air that ades with hostility makes its presence paramount, tension arises and lingers within the darkened room. all that was audible, was the swinging of his door. the female's visit to his office was expected and welcomed, yet at the moment in time, dear old yanan wasn't in the mood to be hospitable.

with an exasperated sigh, the human resources' head runs his deft digits through his golden locks, ruffling the disheveled tresses into place. his attention s from the documents before him, checking the time on his watch as he notes the time. the grimace painted over his visage was sufficient enough to portray his current state of mind. he lifts himself off his chair, removing himself from comfort and warmth, and turns, taking long strides as he wanders around to the front of the desk, sitting down on the edge. he stays silent throughout his actions, inhaling a sharp breath before he allows his gaze and attention to gravitate towards somin. he tilts his head slightly to the side, his fingers motioning for the younger demon to come closer.

"hand over your report, and I do pray, for you sake that it's complete".

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ lalisa /loved/ seeing yanan riled up, if she were to give a word to what she felt toward the expression on his face. it was adorable, though some would like to differ and say he was terrifying instead. there was something about the prince of wrath's face that she liked. she would not admit, but he was a good looking man (but then, most demons were, especially the seven heads of the sins), and the look of anger was just too perfect when painted upon his features. she sported a momentary mien of surprise on her face, before her lips curled into a nonchalant grin, almost as though she was completely unaffected by the male's evident rage.

it was quite amusing to see just how easy she could set him off by her mere presence. as she had stated countless of times before, she preferred him furious more than calm, or else he would become more boring than those trying hard weaklings around hell. she raised both of her hands by her side as she was forced to lean forward, toward him.

satan was a tall man — at least, he was compared to her. looking up at him from her height irked her. why couldn't she had been any taller than she was? he could easily make her feel small with just his stature. nevertheless, she was a stubborn woman, and she refused to be treated as someone beneath him. "fat , eh? is that all the insult you got for me, chibi tan?" a new nickname, definitely not better than tan-chan, but she figured it was cuter, so it was the one she would use from now on. "but chibi tan, i've been craving for you!" perhaps it would have meant another thing in another context, but if those words came out from the lips of a demon of gluttony, it could only mean one thing: she wanted to eat him. but he was not allowing her even just a s i n g l e tiny bite, and she was annoyed, for nothing she ate would satisfy the rumblings of her stomach until he finally let her eat some of his flesh.

"you'd regenerate anyway, so why won't you let me?" she almost sounded like she was whining, her cheeks puffed and eyebrows furrowed. "if you would just... give me an arm, i would have left you alone, y'know?" lies. she definitely would not leave him alone until she succeeded in extinguishing the flames of his life.

[] i a po logize for this reply sjshsgsgag
it's a little longer¿ than i expected
or at least that's what mobile is showing me

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p the pathetic war that took place left a trail of destruction and chaos, countless innocent souls and foolish demons alike paid the price despite being dragged into the fray. It was amusing, to say the least, he simply adored bloodshed, and it was quite entertaining to see how dedicated the lord of the flies was in her struggle to claim his life. eons passed and yet still, to this very day, she'd try just about anything to one-up him. honestly, he was beyond exhausted, with each chance encounter the desire to indulge her in her whims dies out, replaced instead with utter distaste.

the moment his door swung right open, the demon realizes that he wasn't going to be able to continue working any longer. pure desolation washes over his countenance, maelstroms of emotions quakes within.

his heart surges as he finally leans upright, matching the other's gaze, an effervescent mixture of fury and bemusement flooding his being, and it shows in the way his fingers dig into the expanse of his palm, pure dissonance, the way his once rhythmic breathing was sent into disarray at the mere sight of her. his orbs take momentary sanctuary behind his lashes, a frail attempt to shut himself off from the impeding harassment that was to follow. one that he was all too familiar with whenever they cross path. taking in a reluctant breath, he voices out, "why the would you disturb me now, beel? can't you see that I'm preoccupied with all these documents? you fat ! get out of my office now whilst I'm still being hospitable". he springs up to his feet, his arm reaching forward, fingers caging the collar of her attire within his hand.

[] hdbfhbg ignore any and all typos uwu sorry if its a bit short

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ for a split second she was taken aback at the aggression but was it really a suprise from the king of wrath. "s-sorry, sir. i'll do my best, sir." she listens to what he says and complies, closing the gap between them as she climbs on his lap to straddle him, her robe sliping off her frame as she does so, leaving her in her skimpy, pathetic-excuse-for a dress, black slip. she abandons her initial approach of trying to be overly sensual and seductive and decides to get straight to the point. her hands reach for his shirt as she hastily unbottons it and pulls it off of his figure. eyes sparkling in delight from the sight of his skin, wanting nothing more than to run her nails across his chest and leave her mark, but she didn't want to anger the man anymore than he already was so she settles on making her mark a different way. her lips violently attack his neck as though she herself was consumed by overwhelming, well, lust, tongue tracing over his veins when she wasn't roughly at the skin, tuening it an icy shade of blue in contrast to the red hue that filled the room. all the while, her hands were busy fiddling with his belt, unbuckling it swiftly, subsequently unbuckling his trousers before slithering her hands under the fabric, dainty fingers curling around his gently. jennie hesitates a little before slowly beginning to pump him in her hands, an unconcious whimper escaping the confines of her tiers just from the feel of him.

[] oof i dis that on mobile so ri p at all the mistajw im sorry

@〈 kim jennie 〉ʇʞɹɯ illuminated by the tinted red light, her sultry presence is beyond enchanting. his umber orbs trailing along the pleasing figure of his company, or rather toy for the night. appearance wise, jennie is indeed above par, and he allows for his eyes to feast upon her physique. he takes note of her exaggerated swaying hips, the porcelain-like skin peeking behind her skimpy attire. for an ephemeral moment, he lets his gaze settle on her exposed collarbone, his wet muscle darting out to moisten his chapped lips, making a mental note to decorate her skin with a plethora of marks and bruises throughout their session. as much as he was enjoying the show she had put on, he was growing impatient, fingers once more drumming onto his table to a tune known only to himself. her simple inquiry sent his blood fuming." isn't that obvious you ? why the would I call you to my office if I was having a blissful day filled with rainbow and sunshine". he retorts back, displeasure sewn into his scowl. he turns within his chair, to properly face the female before him. his legs spread wide, giving room for the demon to do what she needs to do. "you better, or I'll ensure that you won't be leaving my room in one piece." his palm taking solace upon her waist, beckoning her closer towards his frame.

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ how long has she ran on little to no rest, not even sparing time to deal with her dry red eyes? coffee be damned, she could barely even spare a minute to make a rushed americano- as most humans called it. she could imagine how haggard she looked with her eye bags being more pronounced than usual. she always had permanent puffy eye bags, the exhaustion was added baggage to it. she already submitted the papers he wanted, following all the instructions from his note and his email. yet that wasn't even half of what was required from her, she still had two piles of paperwork to file, summarize and log. the two weeks might have been a tight time frame but it could've been worse if there were less people in the department. she leans her elbows on her table, rubbing her dry eyes with her palms, the momentary rest for her heavy eyelids making her feel much more exhausted.

she jolts from her seat at the thunderous voice that practically rocks the office. her patience was wearing thin but she would have to use whatever self control she had left to hold her tongue in front of her boss. "coming." she calls out, grabbing the pile of papers right in front of her. with a sigh she treads on to his office, wanting to get whatever he wanted over with so she could get back to work. the sooner this was finished, the sooner they could get some rest. she could feel the weight of the gazes from the others in the department but she tries to pay no heed and strides carefully to his office.

she knocks on his door thrice then enters carefully. "i'm here, sir."

[] same pls rest soon

@〈 jeon somin 〉ɹɥ yanan wanders into his office, a prolonging sigh chiming pass his brims, one that pierces the daunting silence he was accustomed to. returning after an excruciatingly long meeting with other department heads, all that he desired to do was to slump his lifeless body into his seat and slumber away until the day after. what welcomed him back instead was not at all what he had expected. pools of his previously exhausted eyes are suddenly aflame, ading with anger and displeasure. his vision as if on cue, blurs out everything but the pile of documents seated almost mockingly on his desk. his pupils dancing, quickly scanning the surplus of files that needs to be thoroughly examined and documented in the system. the urge to set the harmless papers ablaze was all too tempting, he feels the ends of his lithe digits starting to heat up, his bloodshot eyes fixated on the abundance of complaints from various departments, all of which requires his immediate attention." for sake, can no one around here do their bloody work." his voice thunders out with great furiosity. he slams his stark knuckle against the aged, wooden surface of his desk.

"somin, head to my office this instance and make sure you bring the documents I told you to work on". he commanded from the confines of his room. his anger needs to be quenched, and the demon hoped that by receiving some flawlessly completed assignments, he'd manage to do just that. or as Cerberus may be his witness, anyone within his reach will surely pay the price.

[] hsdbfhg ignore any and all typos im barely awake

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ everyone knew about satan and beelzebub; about how the lord of the flies rose and led a revolt against the prince of darkness, and about how it was supposed to be a success until it was not because she realized she could not kill him even when she truly wanted to. nothing could ever compare to the chaos that had spread throughout hell, and the event was something that she could still remember very vividly, even down to the way she had torn small demons apart. one could not even fathom just how blissful she felt at all the destruction that had transpired that day. however what set her off the most was the fact that she was unable to kill yan an back then - and so she vowed that she would make it her ultimate goal to end his life with her own hands. but things had changed in hell, and suddenly she was not allowed to just randomly wreak havoc in her dear, dear home.

but oh well, there were other things she could do to yan an. she had made it her mission every single day to piss him off as much as she could.

it should not be that much of a surprise to see her in the hr's floor, heading straight into the head's office. without knocking or even an announcement of her presence, she pushed the door open, not even thinking whether it was locked or not. the tip of her pointed tail moved up when she saw her target at his desk, drowning in paperwork. her face lightened up with glee as she approached the other rather excitedly, too annoyingly cheerful. "chibi tan!" she placed her palms above the table, leaning down toward the male demon. "will you let me have a bite today?" she asked, tone as innocent as she was sinful. "come on, it's just one tiny~ bite!"

[ aklsjdkla it got longer than i thought. i'm sorry klajskdla ]

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ upon hearing the command, jennie wraps her slender fingers around the knob of the door and lets herself in, obediently closing it behind her before she pivots on her heels and starts making her way towards the male, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor echoes throughout the room with each step she takes. seeing the exhaustion present in yan an's scruffy outfit and unkept hair, jennie allows pure untainted desire overtake her body as she gets into her role- her eyes glow a soft red while she sways her hips that little bit more, her robe falling past her shoulders as she does so, conveniently exposing her pale shoulders and collarbone. she adjusts her route and manoeuvres around his desk straight towards him, stopping just behind his chair to let her fingers settle on his shoulders, digging themselves into his skin to massage him. "hard day at work?" she whispers after leaning down to let her tiers meet his ear, delicately grazing her lips against his skin and occasionally nipping at his earlobe. she pulls away for a moment to continue speaking, her voice low and laced with charm speak. "let me make it easier for you, sir."

@〈 kim jennie 〉ʇʞɹɯ beneath the avalanche of light, the demon's face is highlighted: each prominent features accentuated, demanding any and all beings within the vicinity to succumb their attention to him, and him alone. the turbulent hell fire akin to gentle coos to the male as his eyes scans the document within his grasp. the exhausting routine of staying late after office hours taking its toll on Yanan, scowling as a bemused sigh that rumbles in sheer discontentment from the pits of his stomach chimes pass his brims. the male was famous, or rather infamous for his temper, often leaving a trail of fiery destruction within the building in an act to calm himself down. tonight, however, he opts for something different. he had summoned one of the s from marketing to do his bidding, to hush his worries away and relieve him of his stress. and so he waits.

his usually calm demeanor, fading with each passing second, deft digits thumping away on his desk, signaling his impatience. the male leans back against his battered chair, his clothes disheveled from a day of excruciating labor. he notices how the tips of his fingers were starting to heat up, the urge to run amok was all too tempting. the resonating knocking of his door snaps him out of his thoughts, running his hand through his pigmented locks as he commands the female to enter, voice strained and coarse. "come in, and ensure that you shut the door behind you".

[] dhbfhgb shhh its great, i have no idea what I wrote, my eyes are like half closed

@〈 yan an 〉°ɹɥ jennie pauses in front of yan an's door for a moment, feeling a little jittery and worried about the upcoming 'session'. when she was informed about satan summoning her to his office, she hurriedly excused herself from her previous client to clean up and make herself presentable to the man, not wanting to make him wait any longer than necessary. but then, here she was, hesitating in front of his office, unable to bring herself to knock on his door and thus making him wait. while, all the heads were intimidating- oh so very intimidating and all the demons of wrath were incredibly formidable, yan an, being the head of wrath, just made him that much more daunting even if their sessions were a more fun than most.

she finally stops pacing in front of his door, hands stroking her sides to fix any creases in her silk robe, work attire, before they reach up to her hair, making sure that no strand was out of place and she looked as decent as she could be. with a sharp breath, she brings her hand up to knock on the cold, wooden surface of the door. "you wanted to see me, sir?"

[] asg that wasn't very good im soRRY

knock before entering or I'll castrate you