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akunoniwa · 3 months

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Purgatory

AN: life has been life-ing and ive been a wee bit uninspired, but this idea struck me so please accept this curse

I guess this is becoming somewhat of a 'series' of mine, so maybe expect more of these in addition to Gaap and Dantalion, we shall see.

Synopsis: In which your local voyeuristic demon gets a little too close, driving you mad from the inside out

Pairing: Dantalion (Ars Goetia) x fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI, a local demon gets in your head and teases u to his hellish desire

WC: ~3.5k

You’d not initially notice his presence, as goes with any entity akin to him, though he had his means of showing himself. Or rather exposing you to himself.

Truth be told, he’d not often indulge in something so menial, and often tedious, as lust and desire, preferring to adorn his mind with more ‘technical’ ideas… However, the more he realized his natural tendency to abstain, the more curious he became about this part of himself… Sex is inherently science. Methodical yet, at face value, requires almost no attention to what one may consider scholarly. Many of his fiendish acquaintances take utmost and sole pride in such helpless dallying, even despite their grandiose roles in Hell, you’d think lesser demons would be more prone to indulge. It’s those very demons, even further down in the gallows, that aren’t allowed to frisk around even with the scum on Earth, only leaving such privileges to demonic ‘royalty’. Not until they learn to bullshit their way to the top of the bottom.

Above all, he recently learned that he loved to toy with your mind.

How you were chosen as the victim was truly random… He likes to tell himself this. Countless humans think they can withstand the allure of ascending, or descending, beyond their plane of existence, you being one of them. Merely speaking oneself into alignment, simply taking interest in a certain demon’s name can tickle the hairs in their pointed ears.

Your mind wandered endlessly for a few consecutive nights, hooked on a filthy idea you’d read in a sleazy novel, but somehow his name kept appearing. This was your own invasive mind, at first, your readings colliding into a cesspool of blatant pornography and mindless, esoteric interests. Though, he heard his name, damn near right against both his sensitive ear and aching abdomen, and was immediately intrigued.

He can manipulate one's thoughts, usually used in the context where a conjurer can wield it for the sake of their own, contractually-bound means, but this time… He decided to stray, readily addicted as if he’d been restraining himself for centuries.

He ensured these thoughts were as vivid and as piercing as looking into the sun, these lewd images that you’d cycle through, invading your mind, gradually possessing you. When you’d finally set whatever mindless thing you were doing aside for the night, your lamp would click off. Your mind settled into the grooves in the asphalt once more, hands lingering too low for too long to be earnest. All remotely as he’d write down his fantasies by way of an ornate fountain pen into his journal at his desk, engraving them into your psyche, into your pliable body.

He’d started by simply guiding your hands in a fashion where you’d not likely notice, able to feel the murky heat through your hands on his own. You were beautifully bare, though he’d only see through the eyes that were your palms as he’d coax you through subtle incantations to feel up every inch of you. Your skin was so incredibly soft, your delicate, silk sheets paling in comparison as you writhed beneath what appeared to be your own movements. Almost reminiscent of clouds that’d slowly morph as they crossed the sky, gradually groping yourself into oblivion as you swam in pleasure. Your breasts were scalding, plush, and hypnotizing as he made you squeeze them, making sure to pinch and roll your rosy, pointed nipples between your fingers. He learned that a part of you would promptly shut down should he linger there too long, keeping that information close.

You’d begin to whine and moan, all alone in your darkened room, he swore he felt your voice resonate through his cock, wishing he could present you as the true fallen gift that you were to the entirety of Heaven, Hell, and all between. He was starting to have trouble penning all this down as the sensations were transcribed into his body. What if you called to him just once…? Would you wonder where that name came from? Surely you’d not be able to tell, and perhaps you’re too aroused to care… Just once? Being a demon, he wasn’t accustomed to the cold sweats that overcame him at this thought.

He forced his name into your mind as you were nearing a point of no rational return, sure to maintain the buzz as he made you tease yourself. You started this, though, right? You were the one thinking about the cheap scene of getting fucked in some fictional library that you’d read about, fucked by some human no doubt. You were the one who was too curious for her own good… He needed to hear your small whine, taut with lust, blotted with his name.

“Dantalion…” Synchronized, you sang this as he had you push your hand down the gentle hills of your front, simply pressing a fingertip onto your clit.

“My…” He’d stopped writing, overwhelmed with how delicious that sounded, the need to touch himself growing extremely hard to resist, though he’d not be able to continue lacing your demise legibly. He began to long for you unlike anything else, your pretty body… The lovely cunt that beckoned for him, and so easily at that.

He made you chant it once more, your voice a phantom hand of its own, like a delicate ribbon decorating the length of his susceptible cock, pulling and constricting him. His lines became skewed as he noticed the evident smile in your tone, enjoying every little depraved moment of this.

You managed to gain just enough control of your limbs to push a pair of fingers into your sopping hole, “God…” You complained to the alleged heavens, exasperated. You chose to hold them there to serve simply as a means to fill you, something to clench onto as your other hand traced around your clit.

Of course, you’d plead to a God by default, but he wanted nothing to do with that, he wanted your swollen lips to serve him and him alone.

What if he tried just…

Your groans of utter delight indicated that his curling of your fingers inside you was the right move, fluttering up against your sweetest spot. Hooked to ensure your disintegration, he made you repeatedly, though slowly, pull your fingers up to assault your delectable little cunt. Perfect. Your face began to bleed with heat as you were catching on to your lack of obvious control, fear encircling you as it was merely an inkling of fantasy at first. It was certain now, as he pushed you to maintain this motion beyond where you would’ve chosen to edge yourself before it became too much.

“So wet…” He allowed this thought to be delivered to your vacant mind in his voice, “You’re putting on such a darling show for me, love.”

Your reflex trumped his possession briefly, covering your mouth as the sensation was becoming too much to bear as he increased the speed. Anxiety battled with absolute pleasure inside you as you were trying to convince yourself that this was still a part of your own consciousness. A voice you’d never heard before, crooning so perfectly from inside you… You were losing your grip as your fingers stammered inside, wetness coating your palm.

“That’s it, my pretty little thing… Playing with yourself exactly as you should, as if it’s all you’ll ever need.” His pen shook in his hand, he wanted to eternally curse himself for how foolish he must appear right now. Alone in his study, using his boundless abilities to bestow filthy, empty nothings to some human… But gods and demons be damned alike, he couldn’t fucking stop.

You couldn’t speak easily beyond what he willed, though your thoughts were still somehow intact alongside his own, completely exposed to him. How your mind ducked and swayed between blinding arousal and numbing concern, they somehow mixed into the perfect concoction of adrenaline. How he wanted to materialize and defile you by way of his own body, however you wanted him to appear, he’d give anything you’d want. Man or woman, human or beast, whatever you wish… He could give you anything you desire, and he’d quickly find out by probing your cute little head.

“With your sweet voice…” He thankfully, for your sanity’s sake, slowed his pace, your hand making hardly any wake, “Share with me what’s lending your body to me in such a delectable manner… How do you need to be taken, my love?”

Confusion, rightfully so, asphyxiated you now that you could process beyond the blaze between your sticky thighs, “Care to tell me what’s going on?” Breathless, you realized you’d barely taken a breath beyond what’s necessary, “I feel like I’m hallucinating…”

“Perhaps I’ll guide your mind, too… Where you left off.” Genuinely inside you, his vast voice couldn’t get any closer, each consonant panging through every nerve, “How you couldn’t contain yourself as you read those mindless words, imagining some faceless figure bending you at his will. Fucking you mercilessly right at the very table you were reading at in the library. It was as if the silence itself was ogling you…”

Forgoing any further questioning, you were committed to reaching the orgasm that seemed to be right around the corner of your bed, “...So I was reading smut… Whatever you are… What’s the problem?”

“No, darling, that’s a lovely hobby, allowing yourself to become so starved for touch, you feel yourself growing wet as your eyes hungrily require more words to feed on. Desperate… Needing cock so frantically at that point, you don’t mind the oversaturated plot and poor dialogue anymore, you just want the sensations to finish the story… I’d never blame you for reviewing just how little it takes to drive you insane.”

He took you through your memories from earlier that day, how you truly couldn’t care less about how this author chose to depict this shallow sex scene. It simply served to remind you how depraved you’d felt recently, not recognizing what the cause could be.

“Are you some… What are you?” You were finding it hard to keep your eyes focused as your own, uncontrollable fingers still caressed inside your infinitely wet hole.

“I’m anything you want, darling. How are you envisioning me? Whose fingers do you want inside you most? Whose lips do you need against your porcelain skin, sucking, biting, whatever you require…?”

Your eyes finally shut, and heavily at that, overwhelmed by these words, “Fuck…” You could feel this everywhere, even your heart bursting at the seams with viscous, yet undefined, warmth.

He grinned an unseen grin, though you could hear it through his relaying, “Precisely,” Your left hand was made to dote on your curves elsewhere, pacing itself all over you in a way you’d not be able to manage, “How would you like me to please you…?”

‘Do whatever you want.’ He heard in your mind, finally peeling you away, one thought at a time, one you couldn’t bear to speak into fruition, “Is that so?”

“I see nowhere is safe…” You panted as your hands crowded you by way of his lead, “Whatever you are, however you look, I wish you’d just…” You still couldn’t air them, you were still too conscious to let yourself go, to revoke yourself and surrender. That made him dizzy with pure need for you. The need for you to break.

“You’ve got control, darling, and I know how badly you need this, judging how you considered touching yourself in your car in the parking lot earlier. Dirty thing.” His tone was playfully poking at your brain, “Just speak it and I will give everything to you.”

Blushed, your cheeks were braised by the thought of him somehow seeing you like that, your breath quickening, “You would’ve loved to have seen that, I would guess…”

“Oh, my love, how I could’ve made you do such a thing but decided to wait and savor you all for myself like this instead.” His pen ought to have rolled right out of his office at this point, now relying on his mind to maintain ample connection as he gripped himself through his work robes. Perhaps you’d prefer his true form…? How that prospect made him reel like nothing else.

He psychologically choked you, the thought too diabolic to simply accept, “Dantalion, the name you had me call…”

“Mm, you must keep saying it, all flustered and needy as you are.” He need not mind your awareness of his identity, besides, not even most of his ‘colleagues’ can ascertain his true appearance.

“Please, then… You already have me at your mercy.” You squeaked out, the overwhelming, foreign feeling pressing on your chest making it hard to serve your mind to him.

“You can’t be shy, I’ll give you a hint… It may have something to do with the pool of wetness dripping so elegantly from your cunt.” He also ought to just laugh right in your face, though he kept himself in check, not allowing his cock to kiss the air just beyond his slacks before he finally took you as he was meant to.

You whined that salacious little noise of defeat, “Take me, then, more than you already have… Fuck me until you’ve properly possessed me, Dantalion…”

As you imagined when you were reading that trashy novel earlier, he truly growled as you’d read the verb, not guttural, though. It had a tinge of ironic soul from his center as he basked in your pleas to be overridden by him in whichever context he saw fit.

“Yes, finally you’re coming to terms with yourself, darling…” He forced your hands to your sides, depriving you of any stimulation that wasn’t from his physical being alone, “Though you must tell me first what you wish to see.”

Brows pushed inward, you were perplexed but think you understood enough to give him free rein, “However you need to present yourself, please… Your words have done enough so far, come as you are.”

“My love,” His pet names berated you at every opportunity, he just couldn’t resist, “You’ve realized, surely, I’m not a familiar being, I am not human. Though I can be that if you so wish.”

“What difference does it make?” You tried to imagine some otherworldly being, but generic images of a commercialized devil were all you could manage. You needed that tingling feeling to be addressed once more.

“That’s fine with me…” He gave you no further warning, though he chose one of his frequented masks, as he didn’t have one true embodiment. Wanting to fuck with your limits, he chose the most unfamiliar while still having the physical ability to fuck you like you so desperately deserve. Over your planked form that lay in adorable wait, he began to materialize, immediately you were aware of his broad frame as he caged you. He was… Limitless, it seemed, the dark not providing much of a vantage for gauging his height. He wasn’t uncannily huge, per se, though his hands were almost twice the fanned circumference of yours, fingers of one hand able to span the plain of your stomach. You knew his face was close, soon feeling a long tongue paint the right side of your neck as he was finally able to breathe you in.

What threw you, though, was what felt like… A snake-like sensation that meandered between your lower thighs, almost independently with a mind of its own. It was as if you could feel the grin on his face like a knife at your throat as he waited for you to acknowledge it, something he knew would make you quiver with more than apprehension. He knew you would adapt at record speed, learn to need his tentacle-like cock as your desire for completion nearly oozed from your very pores, let alone your eager hole.

Its tip rolled up towards the peak of your thighs, he could adeptly sense the way your muscles twitched, even slightly, how your breath lost its bearing, “It makes no difference at all, darling, as I’d love to take you like this. How I know you’ve never been fucked, surely not by any human I’ve ever seen.”

He was taken aback by the strange competition he felt for your bodily approval, not having validation for why he sought this from you. You bewitched him, somehow, and as he hovered so heavily above you, he didn’t care to understand why.

You came to terms with what he meant, not able to imagine what his slithering cock might even feel like inside you, but fuck were you infinitely curious as his tongue lapped at your upper neck now, your earlobe added to the rotation. His teeth were sharp, though he wagered them against your skin with care so as to not outright injure you… Without you asking for it, that is.

“I want to taste you…” A hand lingered with clear intent to your overflowing cunt only to swipe up your arousal for himself with his middle finger paging through your folds. Your room was quiet enough to hear when his long finger popped back out of his mouth, only to find that same soaked finger forcing its way into your mouth.

You gave him a moan of delight as he was at last inside you in some capacity, earning yourself a noise of satisfaction from him in return, “Savory, sweet…” He lolled on, “You taste so good, my darling… Too good, almost.”

You continued to lather his finger eagerly with your spit, “You need this so badly, I can smell the relief emanating from you.”

What was odd, is that truly you had the upper hand in this situation, though were you to discover how to use it, he may never return to his rightful, hellish gallows. Touching you… Rousing your shakes and quivers, the velvet of your tongue painting his finger. The desperation and greed in humans pale when juxtaposed with that of a demon, the comparison being a laughable prospect at best. He would brutally devour you, absorb you, though he’d never be able to indulge in your physicalities like this… A contract he’s finding he’d never agree upon. Though you didn’t need to be privy to that, the salty fear he tasted from you was phenomenal.

Your expression was one he’d need to be framed in his office, swept with lust as your tiny hand gripped his wrist for more control. He put his hand into a rhythm of movement, fucking your soft lips, his eyes nailed to your face. He wasn’t expecting, however, your audacious move to lead his hand to a halt, licking a scalding streak to his palm, moving to his index. Though he didn’t allow your control for long, grabbing your chin as his tongue left your neck to face you head-on.

“You absolute fiend…” You could hardly make out his facial features, but his eyes had a slight glow of amethyst to them, his pupils a dilated diamond as he made you observe them. His curious cock danced between your thighs, teasing as the tip continued to run from your inner knee to the very top of your thigh. It had a viscous slick of its own, leaving a cooling sensation in its wake, not completely unlike a novocaine as it almost seemed to numb. At the same time, your senses were heightened, feeling his movements tenfold as your muscles twitched, to your abashed dismay.

“I trust you feel me, feeling you, darling…” His tongue lunged to taste your slack lips, yours meeting his adventurously, winding and mingling, “I wish I could take you in that library… That seemed to make you ravenous. How, even when you’d pretend to try to stay quiet, I’d make sure everyone could hear your body slam into mine… Your sloppy little cunt weeping for me as I tear your soul to shreds.”

Your face contorted, lost in the foggy woods that were his words, “You seemed to enjoy just peeping into my thoughts.”

The tentacle that you still couldn’t size up managed to wrap beneath your left knee, lifting your leg to spread you for him, air slashing your most delicate part, “You seem to take pleasure in knowing I heard them.” A second identical feeling joined, making you jolt as it slithered up your right thigh as its greeting, “Mm, I can damn near bite into your excitement, how badly your body is telling me it needs to be filled with something… But as much as I love that, I’d rather you tell me in that pretty whine of yours.”

The tentacle around your knee tightened, forcing your leg further upward, though this served as more tension for him as he needed some kind of friction to keep himself at a reasonable bay. The other blunted tip was set on reaching your clit, inching closer and closer…

Though not until your word would he allow you that privilege.

#really he just taunts u #so not really... monsterfucking... but monsterteasing #仕方ない #dantalion #ars goetia #monster fucker #monster smut #demon x fem!reader #demon x reader #demon smut #also really trying to not just give in to the urge to write more dottore or astarion...............................................

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 8 months

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I feel like this one scene describes this announcement perfectly.

Story #50 is a reader x kalego. I hope this pleases you because I was feeling extremely dramatic for this one. It's called....

Preformance

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #kalego sensei #naberius kalego #dantalion #kalego x reader #poro

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satanasaves · 8 months

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My altar

#Altar #Demonology #Lilith #Satan #Dantalion #Lucifer #Magic #Tarot #Red

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jotun-philosopher · 24 days

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Half meta, half ramble

Not entirely sure where this post is going, tbh... Let's find out, eh?

Sooo... I was browsing the Final Fantasy wiki (as one does) and the article for Tantarian (an optional/missable boss in FF9) caught my attention. Y'see, Tantarian is a demon found in a library, hiding in a possessed book -- and is based on the Great Duke of Hell, Dantalion (or Dantalian, the spelling can be inconsistent). How the ever-loving wossname, I hear you cry, does this relate to Good Omens????

Let's take a closer look! (this got longer than I anticipated, hence the cut)

From the Wikipedia article 'List of demons in the Ars Goetia':

"The Seventy-first Spirit is Dantalion. He is a Duke Great and Mighty, appearing in the Form of a Man with many Countenances, all Men's and Women's Faces; and he hath a Book in his right hand. His Office is to teach all Arts and Sciences unto any; and to declare the Secret Counsel of any one; for he knoweth the Thoughts of all Men and Women, and can change them at his Will. He can cause Love, and show the Similitude of any person, and show the same by a Vision, let them be in what part of the World they Will."

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"Duke Great and Mighty" -- evocative of the whole "Thin Dark Duke" thing <3

" [...] he hath a Book in his right hand." -- pretty obvious GO connection there!

(best 'Azzy+book(s)' gif I could find quickly...although on a second look, this might well be from the body swap bit in S1 XD Mr Sheen, you ludicrously talented chaos gremlin, you <3 )

(Ok, this one's definitely Crowley XD)

Mah point is dolphins they both match up to the book thing!

"His Office is to teach all Arts and Sciences [...]" -- leaning slightly more towards a Crowley parallel here, with the apple thing partly symbolising intellectual curiosity (essential part of arts and sciences!), but Aziraphale giving away the flaming sword would've helped humanity figure things out in that area as well (even if indirectly)

(I want to boop the snek!!!)

"[...] knoweth the Thoughts of all Men and Women, and can change them at his Will [...]" -- mind-reading! Seems to be sliiiiiightly more of a demon thing from what we've seen (e.g. "Nina: It's like you've seen into my secret soul. Crowley: Yeah, it's a knack.", Shax picking at insecurities in the bookshop battle), but both the Ineffables have directly influenced human minds on screen (e.g. Sitis, the Shopkeepers' Ball)

"[...] can cause Love [...]" -- well, they certainly tried! Operation: Shop Lesbians :D

"[...] show the Similitude of any person [...]" -- mostly seen with the body swap bit so far (where A+C are concerned), but given that for angels and demons, size and shape are merely options, and Beelzebub canonically changed their face, it's not outwith the bounds of possibility that the Ineffable Husbands could disguise themselves as people other than each other (if that makes sense)(and assuming they'd *want* to, of course)

Plus, if you go with the 'Dantalion' spelling, the last four letters form the word 'lion', which is a motif the show ties pretty strongly to Aziraphale via the signet ring on his right hand. Fierce protector angel! <3

Plus plus, from what I've been able to gather, Dantalion is supposed to be one of the more benevolently-inclined Goetic demons -- both the Ineffables are pretty dang benevolent!

The point I'm stumbling towards (stone-cold sober, but with about 3,000,000 on the ND Scoville scale) is that Dantalian/Dantalion has some pretty interesting parallels to both the Ineffable Husbands and so, within the GO verse, could be either another alias of Crowley's or a name Aziraphale might take if he Fell (AU fic writers, start your engines!) :D

As a small bonus, I saw the name 'Shax' mentioned in the list of Marquises of Hell!

The characteristics given for the Goetic Shax don't really match up to TV!Shax that I can tell, apart from the stork symbolism and the "hoarse but subtle voice" (and maaaybe 'is thought to be faithful and obedient, but is a great liar"), but given Gneil's wide-ranging mythological knowledge, invincible genre savviness and extreme writing skill, it wouldn't surprise me to see elements of the Goetic description popping up in Shax's S3 arc -- likely in unexpected ways!

Hope you enjoyed reading that ^^ Have fun fic-writing!

#good omens #good omens meta #aziraphale #ars goetia #dantalian #dantalion #goetia #final fantasy 9 #tantarian #shax

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book-of-babel · 1 month

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Dantalion and Astaroth

The Goetic Duke Dantalion, of Mercurial and Lunar Aspect, and his consort Duchess Astaroth, Astarte, Ishtar, Aphrodite, Venus, Isis.

#book of babel #dantalion #astaroth

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yetomainvader · 5 months

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Doodle page

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konniedarkoo · 4 months

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“Demon of the Spring”

Elena Franko Khimenes

#artwork #painting #original art #oil painting #gothic #dark aesthetic #dark art #demonology #stolas #dantalion #gothcore #goth aesthetic #goth art #rennisance

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xatsperesso · 4 months

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So, I just saw the newest chapter of Kalego Gaiden and it turns out "Dali" is a permanent position at the school. Much like the Naberius clan, the Dantalion family sends someone to Babyls and they take up the name as a teacher. Not sure how that person is chosen, but there is always a member of the family at Babyls and the one in Gaiden is the direct predecessor of the current Dali. Really makes me curious of what the guy is truly capable of and what the Dantalion family's deal is.

Yeah i just read the chapter and i think i misunderstood?? Something???

Because I think they said that this pathetic dude??

Is My Guy dali

And i am 80% sure that i misunderstood something because no. Dali wasn't that pathetic in school. Also the horn placement is wrong so im probably wrong

Anyway this chapter told me that Dali doesn't steal faces or eat demons which is sad, and while it doesn't dismiss this theory it also takes it from Yes to unlikely So! I'll be sharing my other theory that revolves around this one panel

Dali's ability is to explode. And that's it. Bubye, sayonara, see in the next life.

They explode with so much force that it destroys everything for miles away. And they’re there, they were hired and asked to be there as a last resort. Sullivan saw how unstable the netherworld was becoming since the disappearance of Delkira, and he feared that soon this unstableness and aggression could target his school, teachers and students, so he asked of the Dantalion family for one person to come teach at his school, just in case, swearing up and down, left and right, with his heart and horns and wings that this idea of his will be the last, last last resort after Ifrit clan and Naberius clan and Sullivan himself

A resort that seems more and more likely to be needed as the school keeps getting attacked again and again by a bunch of terrorists

And, you know, I kinda see this series ending with a bang. A fight to to death between the six fingers and the teachers of babyl, between baal and Sullivan, between Iruma and Kirio

And maybe demons will be lost in this battle, and maybe to minimise the casualties, to at least ensure that baal won't be able to get his wicked ways, won't become the king, maybe sullivan will keep some teachers behind, order them to evacuate the vicinity, and soon Dali will come onto the battlefield with a wicked smile. He'll look at balam and kalego, opera and sullivan and all the other teachers he befriended who refused to let him die alone, and with a final laugh, he'll activate his bloodline ability, and all everyone will see is white

#m!ik #kalego gaiden #dali dantalion #dantalion #dantalion dali #sullivan

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redmomo00 · 1 year

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#makai ouji #dantalion #william twining #makai ouji devils and realist #fanart

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ultrainfinitepit · 1 year

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For everyone who saw this hoop at Friend Fest 2023 and wanted to know who made these pins, here are the artists!

Red (Eligos) is by @claiborneart, and is available as a guest design in my Etsy shop.

Orange (Buer) is by @physalidae, you can find their shop on Etsy.

Yellow (Dantalion) is by @wyrmzier, you can find their shop on Etsy.

Green (Haagenti) is by @toldentops, you can find their shop on Etsy.

Blue (Marchosias) and Indigo (Naberius) are by me! And are available in my Etsy shop.

Violet (Stolas) is by @ketrinadrawsalot, you can find their shop on Etsy.

Pink (Caim) is by Kristel Bugayong.

Black (Bune) is by @verdant-succubus and is available in their Etsy shop.

White (Vassago) is by @lesserkey, you can PM them for more details to get the pin.

#rainbow demonology #friend art #shop stuff #ars goetia #demon #demons #demonology #eligos #buer #dantalion #haagenti #marchosias #naberius #stolas #caim #bune #vassago

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rosestarkillers-blog · 7 days

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Tumblr, what do we think of these two as a moonwater variant?? Like,,, moonwater in makai ouji au,,,,

#fanfic #marauders #moonwater #regulus black #remus lupin #makai ouji #dantalion

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everykoumeipanel · 1 year

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Night 363, Now We’re Together

#magi the labyrinth of magic #ren koumei #585 #others #dantalion #alibaba saluja #ren kouen

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 8 months

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Performance

Performing was an art. One that requires passion and ambition. To truly give your audience a great show, you must be willing to offer your soul. For a stiff character has no place amoung the stories you wish to tell.

Something was wrong. Class 1-C was having difficulty and needed more time to prepare. They had worked very hard, and you knew that they didn't deserve to get a bad score for the props taking longer to set up.

You quickly whisper into Dali-Sans ear before he can announce them. "They need more time something went wrong." He nodded and flashed a smile to the audience. "We're in for a special treat, it seems, this year! Our own staff will be giving a small performance as well this year!"

You frowned. What in hell was he thinking? "My lovely friend here will be entertaining you for a short while as we help set up for the next act!" He handed you the mic and rushed off. Oh, you were going to kill him later for this.

But not before you got your own fun out of it. "Kalego-San, didn't you promise to assist me?" You smiled as Poro-Chan gasped. You knew he couldn't resist a show with Kalego in it. It guaranteed his distraction.

Kalego narrowed his eyes as he was set down and placed before the stage. Before he could say anything negative or deny, you started. "Oh foolish man of whom pride lays claim to, your arrogance may be your very undoing."

Pointing a finger at his accusingly as you watched him now make his way on stage storming up to you. "How time hath changed you. For you are not the one that I knew so long ago." You sighed.

He glared at you before speaking his voice carrying without assistance. "You are also not the one I so fondly remember or have you forgotten? You whose soul is now filled with envy." His smug smirk rising as a challenge.

Fine then. You tossed the mic backstage, knowing someone had caught it. "Fondly, he says." You scoffed mockingly. Both of you started circling each other in intimidating manors.

"When have you ever thought fondly of me?" He advanced forward, and you let him grasp your chin. "There are many things I do it seems that escape your notice." He pretended to examine you before letting go.

"How dare you! If I do not notice, it is because you neither show nor say anything!" You hissed, turning your back to him.

"Must I say anything? Must I show you? Why must I constantly remind you of such?" He questioned as he leaned over your shoulder seductively. "I pity the soul who lives with your affections." You brushed him away and moved back to your original starting point.

"Do you not wish a life with me?" He asked rather softly. You paused, glancing back. "Do not be foolish." You stated firmly. "Time and time again I have remained by your side have I not? Or has your swelling ego allowed you to forget?"

Crossing your arms, you turned away again. He laughed bitterly. "And you claim to pity any soul stuck with me. I'd hate to see the sap trapped in what you call love." You winced clutching your heart.

"Do not speak to me of such things!" You snapped, spinning to face him. "My love is as vast and as endless as the sea. My love amounts more than the stars in the heavens! My love shall remain eternal through summer, winter, spring, and fall!"

You glared at him, eye to eye chest to chest. "How could you of whom I care for so much not know?" You asked. Waiting for a response. He did not answer. Instead, he turned his head away from you.

"Then maybe we did not know each other at all." You stepped back and turned to leave. You felt him grasp your wrist. "I know that you drive me insane." His voice is calm yet held a depth you couldn't understand.

"I know each day I wake up and start worrying about all the trouble you will cause me." You continued to stare ahead, not looking back. "I know that you love so fiercely that time seems to halt just so that you can produce more of your inane affections."

You peered back at him. Somehow, you knew that the two of you weren't playing anymore. "You say that as if you love me." The room was quiet. As if you were the only two inside.

"I- I love you so much that words could not describe and actions can not convey how I feel to you." He swallowed, looking at you painfully. Embarrassment crossing his features.

You turned to fully face him now. "You are arrogant and cocksure." You said, and he winced, releasing his hold on you. You took the chance to grab his tie and pull him closer.

"You hate showing weakness, so you pretend to not care because you were taught that caring is weakness." Now you were nose to nose. You could see the fear and hope clashing in his eyes.

"Someone so prideful yet secretly kind as you. You should not have given your love to someone as greedy as me." You leaned in and brushed your lips together briefly. Pulling back, you smiled. "I plan on keeping your love all for myself."

Kalego only stared at you in silent shock. For a moment, you thought you went too far. Maybe you had misunderstood or read the signals wrong.

"If you're going to love me, love me properly." He scolded. You blinked. What did he mean by that? He grasped you close and pressed his lips hungrily to your own. Oh! Oh, he meant that.

You sigh, relaxing into his hold. Both of you were startled by the loud cheers and applause from the audience. Kalego swore under his breath before dragging you backstage to hide his embarrassed face in your shoulder.

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