witchivy :

she squeaked when he slapped her, mainly out of surprise before letting out a laugh at how pathetic she found it. ‘ back to hell with you, lucifers missing his pussy. ’ she said, turning on her heel and leaving the interaction.

He rolls his eyes and picks up a nearby rock with his mind. He makes it sail into her head as a final parting gift.

witchivy :

ivy did not like to be touched and she did not like to be threatened. she waved her hand tossing him back against the wall and releasing her grip. she stood and moved her hand in a claw like motion in the air, closing his wind pipe as she stepped closer. ‘ big boys shouldn’t throw their toys out of their cot. ’ she spat. ‘ i’m not one of the snivelling babies in here. you fuck with me and i will ruin you. ’ she whispered coldly before releasing his wind pipe. ‘ understand? ’ 

Cillan slams against the wall and growls as she closes around his windpipe. He reaches around and slaps her in the face. “I’d like to see you try.”

witchivy :

‘ you know you should work on the stereotype of demons, you’re already ugly on the outside, you could be nicer on the inside. ’

He reaches around and grabs her throat, squeezing. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

“i’m looking at the wall. Does it matter?”

she moved behind the other person, glancing over their shoulder. ‘ what’re you looking at? ’ 

He laughs. "Okay little one."

“Would you like a tour?”

Angel held back a sneer. So now that the two were technically equals, Cillian was to act kind? Of course, any demon was to do a job, that didn’t change how demons had treated Angel before. “No.”

He wraps his arms around him and pulls him in for a kiss. "I mean it baby."

demoncillian:

“I really do want you to. I want you to be mine.” his eyes flash.

Elias smirks and moves forward till he is pressed against Cillian’s hard frame, lips hovering just above the older demon’s. “You better mean that, Cillian. I’m not one of those human souls you love to play with and torture.”

"Would you like a tour?"

“I’m happy for you. If you ever need any help let me know.”

“Right,” Angel muttered. “Can I go now? I should explore my new home.”

"I really do want you to. I want you to be mine." his eyes flash.

demoncillian:

“Would you like to come stay with me little demon?”

“Sure… I mean, if you want me to.”

"I'm happy for you. If you ever need any help let me know."

“They are through torturing you?”

“Yes,” Angel answered harshly. “If that gets you a bit riled up, that’s unfortunate, but it’s not like I care.”

"They are through torturing you?"

“Sorry Angel. Why are you here?’

“I was finally set free. Upset?”

"Would you like to come stay with me little demon?"

demoncillian:

He shakes his head. “That’s okay love. I like you just how you are.”

“I still don’t get why,” he responded, turning his gaze to the floor, trying to hide the slight tinge of pink on his features. “But um– thanks.”

demonnamedangel :

“Doesn’t make it any more acceptable, Cillian.”

“Sorry Angel. Why are you here?’

demonnamedangel :

“Has anyone told you it’s rude to stare?” Angel asked as he stood up, face void of emotion.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

"It's funny." he slides his hand over the daughter's breast, tweaking her nipple til she screams. "Let's get started shall we?"

demoncillian:

“I’m somewhere in that age range. I forget exactly how old.”

I always am amused when you meet people who say ‘oh I’m so old’ and I ask how much, they say ‘90′ or something like that.

"I'm somewhere in that age range. I forget exactly how old."

demoncillian:

“It’s possible. How old are you?”

A little over… 4200?

He shakes his head. "That's okay love. I like you just how you are."

demoncillian:

“I did. He doesn’t care. Okay he was mad but he can’t make my decision for me. So he told me to come after you.”

“So you did come here to take me back. I’m surprised he bothered. You know I’ll never be able to be one of the good little demons that loves torture and taking souls. My pathetic human side still clings to me no matter what I try.”

dominant--michael :

I feel like somewhere way back in the family tree, we may be related.

“It’s possible. How old are you?”