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Cindy was...in a mood to say at least. Sensitive, trained ears immediately picked up the slightest difference in tone. Victory half secured. She allowed herself to rock against Erebus with a pleased sigh, nails slowly, deliberately creeping up his chest. Eyes shone with wicked glint, promising no good.

“Would that be...”

“all~?”

Toned thighs rubbed together at the possibility, part of her tempted to give him a chase. Pupils blown wide from excitement at the decision already formed.

“Possibly it was, you're always so...deep in something.” her sharp smirk left the 'which isn't me' unsaid hanging in the air. And the cat of a woman took off with an echoing cackle, the thrill of a hunt and the result of getting caught sweeter than honey.

@phoenixborn​ said: For Erebus:

“You know, I really wouldn’t mind you playing drums on my ass~”

“That so?” He hums, as if he was only half-listening to what she said. But there is a distinct sort of playfulness in his tone that wasn’t usually there. “Well, if you insist.”

And then he delivers a hard smack to her ass.

It was a chase, a playful one but everything was a competition for her. She was agile, slippery and incredibly fast; just as in singing great at improvising. Of course he could use his wings, no fair! Although hers would've blinded him so they weren't brought out to play. She elegantly slid under the desk to avoid being grabbed with a bright laugh.

She was...so happy. Carefree. Excited~ Cindy didn't notice how different it felt next to her experiences in the past, how even the spark of fear of being harmed wasn't present.

A dirty trick, yes: when jumping around the corner, she quickly unhooked her bra and snapped it at the estimated height of his face when he turned after her as well

phoenixborn​:

Cindy was…in a mood to say at least. Sensitive, trained ears immediately picked up the slightest difference in tone. Victory half secured. She allowed herself to rock against Erebus with a pleased sigh, nails slowly, deliberately creeping up his chest. Eyes shone with wicked glint, promising no good.

“Would that be…”

“all~?”

Toned thighs rubbed together at the possibility, part of her tempted to give him a chase. Pupils blown wide from excitement at the decision already formed.

“Possibly it was, you’re always so…deep in something.” her sharp smirk left the ‘which isn’t me’ unsaid hanging in the air. And the cat of a woman took off with an echoing cackle, the thrill of a hunt and the result of getting caught sweeter than honey.

Somehow, he managed to bite back a low groan that threatened to escaped from this throat. She knew exactly what she was doing to him and his body. He always valued his self-control. But ever since this spitfire of a woman had entered his afterlife, he found himself gradually losing his grip on his control.

He was about to make remark on her innuendo when she suddenly took. White eyes widened, watching her in slight bewilderment. Ah, so she wanted to play cat and mouse did she?

A wicked grin stretched across his lips.

Oh, then they could play cat and mouse.

With a mighty flap of his wings, Erebus took off in the sky after her. He did love the thrill of the chase.

Cindy never thought anything or anyone could bring bliss rivaling what the stage brought for her. Yet here he was, still holding her and gazing at her like she was something precious. He was so...gentle with her on top of everything.

She never wanted to be let go of this embrace. This is what she suffered decades for. Crowd long forgotten, her microphone aimlessly rolling on the stage and she couldn't care less.

Her smile so bright both emotional and literal sense but...she needed to ask.

“Does this mean- ...are we...?” dating? She didn't dare to fully finish the question in fear of ruining something so perfect

phoenixborn​:

Of course they had to play Sweet Child O Mine. Not because of the beyond iconic guitar solos but parts where Erebus also could utilize his range. Cindy was a wildfire, a vocal terror running all around the stage in ecstasy; a true reminiscent of Axl Rose and the embodiment of untameable 80s rock n roll. With one deep breath she finished the song, drawing out the last word for almost a half minute, spicing it with a few vocal runs as she was slowly descending in pitch.

The response was deafening roar of amazement, raw euphoria in her veins. She only could witness this once, when she was alive. Lightheaded, dizzy from the happiness of having her dream fulfilled, she didn’t even think just took off towards Erebus with an overjoyed laugh.

She was agile, her clothes never really hid her muscles; it wasn’t much of a surprise that she succeeded in securing a spot with her legs tightly locked around him, one arm around his neck, the other hand lost in his hair. Everything faded into the background the moment their lips met, kiss born from shared talent, passion and attraction; Cindy was glowing.

And for once she couldn’t say anything after parting, but she didn’t move from her spot at all. She only could stare with stars sparkling in her eyes, her gentle radiance gently enveloping them.

His hands found her thighs, keeping in her place not that she needed it, but he also just wanted to feel her. He couldn’t remember the last he had been kissed like this, could he remember ever sharing a kiss with such passion. Not since…

Erebus pushed down those memories. He wanted to focus on the here and now. And more importantly, he wanted to focus on her. He didn’t even care that they had an audience. The only thing that mattered was Cindy.

But, like all good things, their kiss came to an end.

He smiled back at her, his heart warmed upon seeing her. She never looked more beautiful than in this moment. Gently, he would tangle his hand in her fiery hair and rest his forehead against her own. He had no words to give her, but he didn’t need to. They understood each other perfectly.

@sinful-feminae

My legs are shaking gf 🤝🏼 I don’t care I’m not done bf

Pain was something the entity was used to and this was more than bearable and beyond enjoyable.

No intrusive thoughts, memories of the past, only pleasure with a sharp edge until it stopped. His worried gaze and almost vow to immediately stop brought her rare smile: soft lips, sparkling eyes of innocence with her fiery hair framing her face.

Cindy wasn't about to let him think he had hurt her and feel guilty for continuing. Strong legs wrapped around his torso, iron thighs keeping him in place, fully hilted inside. A ripple of bared teeth as her wet heat tried to accommodate to the length and girth; soon she was smiling again, her fingertips gently brushing the hair out of his face.

“Erebus, love, look at me.” not even noticing the slip of the tongue “You are making me feel great. I trust you and promise I will let you know if it's too much. But it's not; I do have a moderate pain kink. Don't worry. I'm only easy to break emotionally.”

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

@phoenixborn​ said: For Erebus👀

” yeah. yeah, but it’s a good hurt, keep going. “

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His question made her pause...she had no trouble directly staring into the Sun and she saw the sky much differently than even demons. Yeah probably not.

“Be very careful and close your eyes if it's too much. The sound is more important anyways.”

A few uneventful moments, her head lightly tipped backwards in search of the sources; stars seen from the human realm puncturing the hellish sky one by one.

The process was slow to give Erebus time to close his eyes if it was too overwhelming. Light began to concentrate behind the woman, wings that would make the purest angel glare with poisonous envy elegantly emerged from her back in a graceful arch. Where the feathers had morphed into fire was impossible to tell, their impressive width trembled gently from the amount of contained power. And she began to sing.

“Take me home tonight, I'd do anything with you. Buy a bottle of whiskey, we'll get matching tattoos ” her voice coming from everywhere, loud, clear despite the absolute lack of a microphone or any similar amplifier device

“Tell me that you love me, let me drive your car” a small sharp, playful flick of her tone

“ We can sit 'til morning light just countin' every star. 'Cause if there's a Hell I'll meet you there! And if there's a Heaven they're serving beer” the tips of her wings flicked ever so gently to keep contact and control over the stars, strain was nowhere to be found in her voice

“ And if you're an angel, then I must be high” Cindy smiled as she let the last note echo throughout the whole ring, instead of her usual grit her tone crystal clear enough to cut glass

“Oh, if there's a church it's rock n roll; if there's a devil I sold my soul. And it's alright whatever we do tonight.” a step closer, those brilliant wings fluttering in the nonexistent wind

“'Cause if there's a God damnit she won't mind.”

“If there's God, Baby, she won't mind.” a quick, clean switch from the sharp cry to a lasting deeper note, the sound surrounding them, still echoing even after she had long closed her mouth and now smiled at him so gently

phoenixborn​:

“Yeah I did” she shrugged as it was something normal or at least logical thing to do

“More like a…warmup actually. The punch is in the reply.” oh she indeed had come from the infamous Véghváry line with a plan like this

“About the cosmic rock, do you have sunglasses? Or something similar because it will be bright if I show you.” Cindy definitely have been paying attention, maybe in the human realm she could do it without her wings. But in a pocket dimension she needed her own amplifier to communicate with stars, parts of her own fire.

“Uhh, yeah. Should have some on me.” Erebus dug into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a pair of black shades. Shrugging he decided to go ahead and put them on.

“You sure these will be enough to protect my eyes?” He trusted Cindy, of course, but he still was a little wary given that he was more sensitive to bright lights than the average person.

A small hitch of breath at the gentle action, her own fingers curling slightly tighter around his, as if afraid of losing him. Time seemed to stop, pain and anguish vanished when she was with him.

At the soft words Cindy slowly increased the contact, her yearning an unquenchable desert and he was the gentle rain she was waiting for all of her life.

“You are perfect.” shimmering jade gazed up to the gargoyle demon with softly crackling fire

She wasn't aware what possessed her to say it, not that it was a lie, no only the truth. It just...felt right to vocalize that thought.

@phoenixborn​ said: For Erebus 🥲

Warm hand slipped into his wordlessly at first, marveling at the smooth contrast of ashen skin and disguised starlight.

“I…uh wanted to be close” came the explanation of her action with a blush and nervous smile; how she craved contact, to be touched was almost maddening

He’s taken aback by the unexpected contact. It’s obvious that he’s not used to such…tender gestures. Still, he subconsciously ran his thumb over Cindy’s hand, savoring her warm, soft skin.

Erebus couldn’t help but think how good it felt from such a simply touch. How he craved it so as well. And how it felt so right with Cindy.

The beginnings of a smile tug at his lips. “You don’t need to explain anything to me, sweetheart.” He murmured, interlocking his fingers together with her own.

Her head fluidly turned a full 180° at the first sentence, blood slowly but surely evaporating from midnight claws.

“ T̵h̸e̷y̷ ̵h̷u̷r̵t̴ ̶y̶o̶u̷. ” the entity echoed as it glided back to the gargoyle demon. Too long fingers gently tilted his face upwards to meet eyes of abyss with a golden shifting galaxy as pupils as it searched for injuries.

“I didn't waste anything.” the voice was still strong but less drowning as the being slowly changed back to the familiar face of the young woman

“You don't have to be strong alone anymore. It, this is also my job. Why I was resurrected in the first place. I don't doubt your abilities ” Cindy sighed, now every part of her back to normal “but don't make me watch you getting hurt. I lost so much already.”

the violently protective … sentence starters

@phoenixborn​ said: At Erebus, a reminder that she’s just as terrifying as the rest of her family

“Of course I killed them. They hurt you.”

He knew that Cindy was powerful. She was fucking cosmic entity for Christ’s sake. He also knew that she was a vengeful cosmic entity. “They didn’t hurt me that much…” He muttered. Oh, they certainly tried, but while he was not made of stone, his skin was tougher than most people. 

“I coulda’ handled them myself. It’s my job. They were just a buncha of lowlife losers not worth your effort, Cindy. Don’t…don’t waste it on me.”

@infernal-feminae

The touch grounded her, much better than her mangled mind ever could've. She has mastered switching between forms with ease, one with the voracious hunger of a newborn star, the other the blazing supernova of a dying one. And she was still capable of feeling somewhat human. Especially when Erebus was near.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” probably the firmest tone she ever used with him, but how could she allow him berating himself for her decision

“You aren't relying on me. I am well aware that I can...overreact. And the outcome is brutal but final. I know I'm...much.”

“You can take care of yourself. It was me who stepped in without asking.” the entity couldn't remember one time in her life when she apologized or at least came close doing so.

“I...” gone the unforgiving burning void, only vulnerable jade gazed up “I lost my family. My virginity. My life. Some parts of my sanity. My physical health.” interpreting it as a sign, her heart picked up a brutal rhythm, one that made her seek his embrace even further

“The only thing I hold intact from myself is my voice. The ones I can save are because of my losses. And one time I still failed. I just- I couldn't stand and watch.” she was soaking up the reassurance, she felt unnecessary to say she will tear this dimension apart with her own hands if someone manages to take him away

“I can say with confidence that unfortunately, you're stuck with me too.”

phoenixborn​:

Her head fluidly turned a full 180° at the first sentence, blood slowly but surely evaporating from midnight claws.

“ T̵h̸e̷y̷ ̵h̷u̷r̵t̴ ̶y̶o̶u̷. ” the entity echoed as it glided back to the gargoyle demon. Too long fingers gently tilted his face upwards to meet eyes of abyss with a golden shifting galaxy as pupils as it searched for injuries.

“I didn’t waste anything.” the voice was still strong but less drowning as the being slowly changed back to the familiar face of the young woman

“You don’t have to be strong alone anymore. It, this is also my job. Why I was resurrected in the first place. I don’t doubt your abilities ” Cindy sighed, now every part of her back to normal “but don’t make me watch you getting hurt. I lost so much already.”

Before, seeing her like this might have instilled fear in his heart, but now, he just met her with tired resignation. He knew she just being protective. He knew this was just who she was. But he couldn’t shake the feeling of having someone else’s blood on his hands…and it was a feeling he was all too familiar with.

He heaves out a weary sigh, black-taloned hands reaching up to gently grasp her own.

“….’M sorry, Cindy. You ain’t the first person who’s tried to protect me. And I…and I thought I should be able to take care of myself. Without having to rely on other people.”

His gaze softens. “Hey, you’re not losin’ me. Not now or ever.” At that, he cracks a small smile. “You’re stuck with me now.”

∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ]. (Erebus)

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@infernal-feminae

If it had been someone else, they would've found themselves fingerless with an broken elbow to top it off, snapped bone stabbing through skin in the most unnatural angle possible. Yet Cindy only sighed as she leaned into the careful touch and closed her eyes as the ultimate sign of trust.

The light caress following the jagged line permanently marring her face brought forth the memories of gaining it and strangely only pride swelled in her at the reminder.

“You can ask about it if you would like” Cindy encouraged, cracking the other eye open to further sign she was alright about telling the story behind it

“I cannot heal it, but even if I could I wouldn't. It's a trophy. A reminder.” she found herself telling already; a trophy of how she halted an eldritch entity hellbent on destruction. A reminder that she was reborn that day the second time in her immortal life.

@infernal-feminae

She knew how to work with and around height, even when it came such drastic difference. Once balance was lost, there wasn't enough time to fight off the opponent and gravity. She made no other move after Erebus was successfully maneuvered to the floor, only glancing down with a faint grin.

A lazy cartwheel turned into a headstand pose her face lingering above his; a subtle flex of agility, balance with a hint of gymnastics talent.

“I was.”

This time was no denying the ever growing smirk, she stood effortlessly from the handstand.

“Not your fault my father instead of playing dressup with me carried me to a prison deep in the Soviet Union and allowed a convicted felon to teach me. Said convicted felon turned out to be more of a father figure aside from making me realize that all the fancy instructors only taught the basics.” Cindy shrugged lightly despite the heavy topic, retrieving her bottle of water and placing it on top of the tallest training dummy

“Watch.” she tossed over her shoulder

The woman was a blur, like gravity didn't apply to her as she scaled the easily two feet taller object, each spin with more force harnessed from momentum, the final kick sending the bottle slamming to the wall across the room. A quick high kick after she landed from such height; natural to redirect the remaining energy.

“His name was Yuri Boyka.” Cindy smiled fondly as if the previous display didn't occur a few seconds ago. “I haven't seen an another fighter-” she cut herself off with furrowed brows at the realization

“Actually I have. When I was checking out the local clubs, arenas. That woman, resembling to a dragon. Built like a tank but faster than a snake in oil. I think she's the one people call her ‘General’, but I highly doubt Hell offers martial arts training that level otherwise Heaven would've shat their robes long time ago.”

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .

@phoenixborn​ said:  ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . at Erebus & don’t make me spiral into a ramble about how Rozy & Cindy are similar yet different when it comes to combat

Erebus grunted when his back hit the floor, staring up at Cindy in a bit of shock and awe. Despite his job, he didn’t consider himself much of a fighter. Still, he had to admit he did want to see what Cindy was like in combat firsthand.

He was honestly surprised he managed to hold his own for as long as he did. Although he mostly fell back on his brute strength, while Cindy had more…finesse.

“…Maybe I should told ya to go a little easy on me before we started.” He joked.

@infernal-feminae

Tears at last began to pour at the gentle gesture and the hushed reassurance. She held probably one of the greatest forces in the Universe, yet she still remained incredibly damaged. Shattered.

“I do.” yet an another heavy secret, her only but worst failure

“I was- I was a few seconds late.” the gunshot still a deafening echo in her mind “and I watched life leaving my mother's eyes in my arms. I failed and I didn't have this fused with me to bring her back.” golden tears refused the laws gravity and began to slowly swirl in the air

“I cannot let it happen with you too.”

The world took and continued to take whatever it could get its claws on, her fears only heightening as she realized how deep her feelings are towards Erebus. And that it is probably, possibly mutual, if she wasn't too damaged to love.

“What” she swallowed, to grasp control of the tiny unstable galaxy formed from her -nonsense that she couldn't even cry without setting off a cosmic reaction- “What was that you first saw in me?”

phoenixborn​:

@infernal-feminae

The touch grounded her, much better than her mangled mind ever could’ve. She has mastered switching between forms with ease, one with the voracious hunger of a newborn star, the other the blazing supernova of a dying one. And she was still capable of feeling somewhat human. Especially when Erebus was near.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” probably the firmest tone she ever used with him, but how could she allow him berating himself for her decision

“You aren’t relying on me. I am well aware that I can…overreact. And the outcome is brutal but final. I know I’m…much.”

“You can take care of yourself. It was me who stepped in without asking.” the entity couldn’t remember one time in her life when she apologized or at least came close doing so.

“I…” gone the unforgiving burning void, only vulnerable jade gazed up “I lost my family. My virginity. My life. Some parts of my sanity. My physical health.” interpreting it as a sign, her heart picked up a brutal rhythm, one that made her seek his embrace even further

“The only thing I hold intact from myself is my voice. The ones I can save are because of my losses. And one time I still failed. I just- I couldn’t stand and watch.” she was soaking up the reassurance, she felt unnecessary to say she will tear this dimension apart with her own hands if someone manages to take him away

“I can say with confidence that unfortunately, you’re stuck with me too.”

He was quiet for a moment, absorbing her words. Erebus had always known her life before becoming the entity she was today wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine. Just like his wasn’t either, but he just never truly fathomed the extent of what she suffered through.

“I had no idea…” He murmured, wrapping his free arm her and gently tugging her into his embrace. 

It honestly kind of funny how they came to be together. They’re opposites in most every way. He was quiet and reserved, and standoffish and she…wasn’t. But it was their shared love of music that brought them both together.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. You did the best you could. No one faults you for that.” He assured her, his hand sliding up to run through her fiery tresses.

He allows a smile to tug at his lips after hearing her echo what he said. “Then I guess we’re just stuck with each other now. Guess we’ll have to make the most of it.” He chuckles softly.

@phoenixborn​

His words didn't fail to cause an echo in her mind. If his father didn't consider neither him or Sakuya his child; then who? Although she didn't press only slotted the information away when more parts of the new puzzle would fall into place.

“If I drank, I would take one to both of our actual father figures. He taught you well.” her tone warm yet serious, heart aching for both siblings “And to the fact that they probably would've kicked the shit out of the biological ones.”

Cindy was only slightly surprised that Sakuya was...acquainted with her.

“Your sister really likes danger, doesn't she” the cosmic fire chuckled lowly at the Cherry blossom demon's taste; but hey she definitely had no room to judge

“Erebus, do I look like I'm interested in politics?” well now she was

“Let alone the politics of a pocket dimension destined to be torn apart from the inside or by the ‘righteous ’ Heaven, not knowing or not giving a fuck by doing that, it would disrupt the balance. Which I'm a little sensitive to.”

“And if he's not an idiot, she better be.” once again deep in thought before something clicked

“Hellborns and Heavenborns have no soul. As they spawn inside the pocket dimensions connected yet separated from Earth. The higher ones have some sort of essence but that's it. Sinners, as they call those ending up here however, have a soul. I can see yours clearly- yes I can see, tear out and consume souls, good nightmare fuel I know.” Cindy waved with a slight chuckle, she probably haven't told that part

“But to the point. This woman, despite being a demon looks quite human, save from a few features. And I can confirm that she doesn't fall into Hellborn nor Sinner category. Parts of her soul are...missing. Not a clean cut or a ghost of its vibrancy either when some sort of contract is performed, no. Like it's been torn apart, torn into; some wounds are fresh the others older so whatever the actual fuck is going on, it has been going on for a while. And considering her pride, I doubt she willingly agreed to something like this.”

phoenixborn​:

She knew how to work with and around height, even when it came such drastic difference. Once balance was lost, there wasn’t enough time to fight off the opponent and gravity. She made no other move after Erebus was successfully maneuvered to the floor, only glancing down with a faint grin.

A lazy cartwheel turned into a headstand pose her face lingering above his; a subtle flex of agility, balance with a hint of gymnastics talent.

“I was.”

This time was no denying the ever growing smirk, she stood effortlessly from the handstand.

“Not your fault my father instead of playing dressup with me carried me to a prison deep in the Soviet Union and allowed a convicted felon to teach me. Said convicted felon turned out to be more of a father figure aside from making me realize that all the fancy instructors only taught the basics.” Cindy shrugged lightly despite the heavy topic, retrieving her bottle of water and placing it on top of the tallest training dummy

“Watch.” she tossed over her shoulder

The woman was a blur, like gravity didn’t apply to her as she scaled the easily two feet taller object, each spin with more force harnessed from momentum, the final kick sending the bottle slamming to the wall across the room. A quick high kick after she landed from such height; natural to redirect the remaining energy.

“His name was Yuri Boyka.” Cindy smiled fondly as if the previous display didn’t occur a few seconds ago. “I haven’t seen an another fighter-” she cut herself off with furrowed brows at the realization

“Actually I have. When I was checking out the local clubs, arenas. That woman, resembling to a dragon. Built like a tank but faster than a snake in oil. I think she’s the one people call her ‘General’, but I highly doubt Hell offers martial arts training that level otherwise Heaven would’ve shat their robes long time ago.”

“Show off.” He muttered good-naturedly, a smirk of his own tugging at his lips as he sat up. 

His brows rose slightly as he slowly got to his feet, enraptured by her story. “I know our situations ain’t exactly the same, but my old man wanted nuthin’ to do with me or Sakuya. As far as he was concerned he only had one kid.” His and Sakuya’s older half-brother and a grade-A asshole. “The only father figure I ever got was an old street performer who taught me how to play guitar in the first place.”

He watched her impromptu demonstration, fascinated by how fast and effortlessly she moved. “…Think I know who you’re talkin’ about. Pretty sure Sakuya actually bet on her once. But ain’t she Lucifer’s big-shot General or somethin’?” He didn’t know too much about the woman, but those who spoke of her did so with either fear, awe, or disdain lacing their tones. Erebus on the other hand, was perfectly content with hopefully never crossing paths with the monster of a General.

Knowing silence with a ghost smile as he explained further how Sakuya worked; almost ironic that instead of someone so similar to her, she had fallen so deep for the almost opposite.

She was snapped out of her thoughts at his words, bright laughter ringing in the room. She could never stop traumatizing the poor man or make him second guess everything he knows, could she?

“I will get to your soul in a second, don't worry.” ...yeah it could've been phrased better- “I'm just going to look. Won't do anything.” Cindy added quickly

“Back to Miss Military, that's exactly what I'm saying. If she was Hellborn, she wouldn't have a soul but an essence. If she was a Sinner, then if she entered some kind of contract it would either leave a clean cut or simply the ghost of the soul, an echo. What she has is bordering on impossible.”

“What happened definitely involves the strongest of this dimension because that entity is a beast in chains. Probably that's also behind the way she fights. I wonder what could be so important to her to comply, highly doubt it's her life.”

Now to Erebus. Taking advantage of his sitting position, Cindy quite literally climbed onto him, her hands holding his jaw with surprising strength, slightly tilting upwards.

Jade disappeared in vicious orange surrounded by pitch black, the tips of her fingers significantly warmer but not scorching.

“Awww it's shy~ Barely letting me see.” the entity's chuckle was dark as searing eyes of judgment searched for his soul. Only flickers of rage made themselves occasionally known, otherwise...nothing

“Let me try a different trick.” her head snapped backwards with neckbreaking speed and coming to hover over his face again only this time with eyes filled with bright galaxies.

The atmosphere lightened at the arrival of something sacred, peering deep into his ivory eyes.

There was it.

“Your soul is vulnerable yet strong. You have killed, I can see it. Planned to, wanted to, but not out of enjoyment or sadism. For revenge of your family. Guilt for not being there for her when it happened. An artist's gentleness and brightness.” the Fire spoke with a smile, wishing she could caress the soul as well. So that's why Destruction only caught glimpses of it.

“In the eyes of the Universe, you are innocent.” and the star eyed being sealed the verdict with a gentle kiss

phoenixborn​:

His words didn’t fail to cause an echo in her mind. If his father didn’t consider neither him or Sakuya his child; then who? Although she didn’t press only slotted the information away when more parts of the new puzzle would fall into place.

“If I drank, I would take one to both of our actual father figures. He taught you well.” her tone warm yet serious, heart aching for both siblings “And to the fact that they probably would’ve kicked the shit out of the biological ones.”

Cindy was only slightly surprised that Sakuya was…acquainted with her.

“Your sister really likes danger, doesn’t she” the cosmic fire chuckled lowly at the Cherry blossom demon’s taste; but hey she definitely had no room to judge

“Erebus, do I look like I’m interested in politics?” well now she was

“Let alone the politics of a pocket dimension destined to be torn apart from the inside or by the ‘righteous ’ Heaven, not knowing or not giving a fuck by doing that, it would disrupt the balance. Which I’m a little sensitive to.”

“And if he’s not an idiot, she better be.” once again deep in thought before something clicked

“Hellborns and Heavenborns have no soul. As they spawn inside the pocket dimensions connected yet separated from Earth. The higher ones have some sort of essence but that’s it. Sinners, as they call those ending up here however, have a soul. I can see yours clearly- yes I can see, tear out and consume souls, good nightmare fuel I know.” Cindy waved with a slight chuckle, she probably haven’t told that part

“But to the point. This woman, despite being a demon looks quite human, save from a few features. And I can confirm that she doesn’t fall into Hellborn nor Sinner category. Parts of her soul are…missing. Not a clean cut or a ghost of its vibrancy either when some sort of contract is performed, no. Like it’s been torn apart, torn into; some wounds are fresh the others older so whatever the actual fuck is going on, it has been going on for a while. And considering her pride, I doubt she willingly agreed to something like this.”

Her praise caused a hint of a smile to ghost his lips. He knew he was good, but hearing her compliment his talent never failed to make a feeling of pride blossom in his chest.

“Yeah, Sakuya’s always been chasin’ danger wherever she goes.” Had been for as long as he knew her. “She’s never been content with a normal, simple life. Has to live on the edge.” And ultimately it was what costed her life. But did she learn lesson? Hell no.

Lips lifting into a smirk he shook. “Nah, not really. But hey, could be wrong.” He teased. Still, even with he admission the fact that she did have some sort of interest in this realm despite saying otherwise made him raise a brow. But he wouldn’t comment on it.

However, when she mentioned being able to see his soul immediately got his attention.

“Babe, you can’t just keep dropping these like that on me with no warnin’….” A thoughtful pause. “Uh, what does my soul look like?” He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious.

Still, he listened as Cindy spoke more of the notorious General. “I see…” He murmured, processing all she said. Huh. He had always assumed she was a sinner, albeit a very fucking powerful one. “So what you’re sayin’ is she don’t fit into any kind of category? And you think Lucifer got somethin’ on her to make her compliant?”

@erthlyheavn

My love to you is beyond the stars

@erthlyheavn .

Body temperature already feverish from excitement, at the touch it still climbed a few degrees higher along with a content crackling sound coming deep within. Already molten into the embrace, two toned hair swayed gently as she turned her head to press herself even closer.

“Yeah” breathy but confident, accompanied with a teasing wiggle. The leather panties had a relatively bland front -compared to what she usually wore-, the extra addition was the zipper at the backside “How do you like it?” her voice carried smug confidence, the cat of a woman arching further into Erebus

@sinfulparadise

@phoenixborn liked for a spicy starter!

"That new?" Erebus whispered huskily, coming up from behind Cindy to rest his chin on her shoulder. His hand rested on her hip, idly playing with the hem of her panties, while his other hand settled on her stomach, pulling Cindy flush against him. "Can't remember ever seein' you in that before."

An involuntary shudder and a breathless moan from his voice alone. Although those large hands were a definite bonus. Already throbbing with need, she wanted to hurry and get him inside, -anywhere at this point- in contrast the crave for him to keep playing with her instead to make her sing.

“Then” voice dripping with heavy grit

“Why don't you do something about it~?” the brat purred, eagerly teasing and testing his patience for tonight

“Or you could make use of the zipper. I think it has a great placement.” Cindy suggested with a chuckle, hopefully before the garment gets torn...she would like wear it on stage once-

@sinfulparadise

Body temperature already feverish from excitement, at the touch it still climbed a few degrees higher along with a content crackling sound coming deep within. Already molten into the embrace, two toned hair swayed gently as she turned her head to press herself even closer.

“Yeah” breathy but confident, accompanied with a teasing wiggle. The leather panties had a relatively bland front -compared to what she usually wore-, the extra addition was the zipper at the backside “How do you like it?” her voice carried smug confidence, the cat of a woman arching further into Erebus

@sinfulparadise

Hope Cindy wasn't doing anything important because she's getting scooped by her boyfriend and twirled around in the air. "Missed ya, sweetheart." He coos, pressing his lips to her forehead. (@infernal-feminae) <3

@infernal-feminae

It was good, but not perfect. For most people it was perhaps perfect. Yet Cindy always wanted more: break through every limit, rule, boundary set by humans and by anatomy itself. Give her all for a glimpse of the reactions. The freshly recorded song has been blasting in her headphones for more than a half hour by now, trying to figure out what was missing and from where.

She had no complaints with the instrumental parts, the guitar solo always beyond perfect; which at first brought a ghost smile to her lips before shocking her with the revelation.

Dashing in front of the microphone in a crimson blur, one ear still plugged; she needed to hear herself not just the feedback. It started as a low, growly rumble, then her voice started to climb in perfect symphony with the electric guitar, a seamless, loud, brightening glissando. The highest note held effortlessly, allowing the guitar to fall back into its own rhythm while rock n roll still poured from her lips till she felt enough.

Yes. That was missing. Cindy laughed to herself at the fact and success, rare and full of mirth in the lone recording room- till she wasn't alone. Body, mind and soul relaxed immediately, melting into the surprise embrace with radiant warmth.

Jade eyes sparkled so brightly, small giggles slipping from her instead the previous vocal acrobatics at the loving gesture.

“Missed you more” she cheekily quipped; childish? Yes. Did she care? No.

Still curled around Erebus like a kitten, she simply loved to be...held. Kept safe and cared for.

“Did you get lost in the guitar store again?” Cindy chuckled, genuine teasing mixing with curiosity