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The Possession of Shirou Fujimoto

"You can demand entertainment all you want. You’re not getting it from me." Shiro was probably the only soul in Gehenna who had the balls to speak out against the "King" Satan. He was extremely discontent himself and every second he spent in the underworld near Satan’s throne only made his contempt for the demon grow. 

He knew he was nearly powerless against the demon, especially in Gehenna itself. After all, he was but a lost soul that Satan had dragged down here because he could… But still. That didn’t stop Shiro from running his mouth.

Laughter erupted from the demon's throat as an almost snake-like tongue dangled free from the confinement of his mouth. How amusing that priest was! This was GEHENNA. SATAN ruled here. If he wanted entertainment, then entertainment he would receive. It did not mater how much the other protested, the King would always get what he wanted.

Quickly, Satan rose to a standing position; his laughter still filling the chilling air of Gehenna. His long, eerie tongue slid back into his lie weaving mouth as he held his arms outwards. A look of sadistic enjoyment became adorned by pallid features as he ever so slowly began to creep forward-- Shirō had absolutely no say in what was to happen and unfortunately, he was in for a very painful encounter with the man who had dragged him down to the hellish realm.

                         ❝ BAHAHAHA! Do you honestly think that                                       you are in any position to tell me what                                       to do, priest? You are the property of                                       Gehenna now! Your tainted soul belongs                                        to me! So you will do exactly as I tell you!                                        But I'll give you two choices! You can either                                        mutilate your own flesh, or you can allow                                        me to do it for you! The choice is yours~ ❞

"believe me, pal. i met a lot a shit people say i shouldn’t have survived. nothin’ personal… i’m just hard to kill."

[ His sword was already resting on his shoulder, its blade chipped and broken. However, he radiated a power that seemed to make the air heavy, dull the senses of anyone caught in his proximity, and even cause physical pain. ]

❝ Kehehehe! But you've never met    anyone quite like me! This I can    promise you! The wonderful curse    of Gehenna has not graced your    flesh just yet! How tragic! Why    don't we change that? It'll be fun! ❞

                     The blue flames which rested upon Satan's head like horns grew in size just a bit as his excitement only grew. Claw like nails dug into the flesh of his palms and caused a bit of blood to trickle out on to the ground; eventually forming strange symbols upon the earth.

                                        ❝ If you want to see a TRUE DEMON,                                                          boy-- Then allow me to be the one to                                                                            S̴̛̩̫̞̬̥̮H͈̖̲̲̗̪́Ó̟̩̬͝W̸̢̘̻̰̖͍͎ ̸͏͉̲̪̗̳Y̧̯̘̟̣O̡͙̗̣͙̦͢͞U̝̥̺̻̻͎̠͘!͏͇͇ ❞

   oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.              OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK              a green little bloop, racing for              his life, using all muscles in his              body to just  run, motherfucker,              RUN.                           ” SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY! “                     like that was going to help,                     any sanctuary you die in —                     though he does suppose it’d                     be better than dying by satan’s                     hands!          ” I SWEAR I DIDN’T KNOW            IT WAS YOURS! NO ONE            TOLD ME! I’M SORRY FOR            EATING IT. “

There was nowhere to run. There was nowhere to hide. Did Amaimon actually think he could escape his father? Silly boy! That was impossible!

Satan wasn't even sprinting at full speed right now! But to an onlooker, it was as if a bright blue blur was chasing after a little green blob. He was just a couple feet behind him! Now just mere inches! Here comes a claw-like hand to grab on to his son--

                        ❝ No one's going to hurt you, boy!                                     No one except me, that is!                                     Just stop running and let Papa                                    BREAK YOUR THIEVING HANDS!  ❞

"huh… they been callin’ me a demon for so long, i ain’t had the chance to meet one in the flesh."

❝ Then you should consider yourself     lucky. Those who meet true demons     rarely every survive the encounter. ❞

                  Though perhaps unfortunately, the other happened to run into the most powerful and sadistic of them all-- There was simply no telling what Satan would do in a situation such as this. Perhaps he would test the other's patience. Perhaps he would give a full on display of his power. Either way, this entire encounter would be a bit of a wild card.

Did— Did that guy just slice into his own skin with his nails? The Hell was wrong with him? He’s heard of some people going batshit crazy after doing certain drugs that messed with their heads, usually some sort of chemical that was found underneath the kitchen sink. But, this person…something didn’t feel right about him. His scent was of sulfur and blood, a mixture that caused his nostrils to flare and burn— that’s something that didn’t happen everyday. ” T’hell is wrong with you, guy? Rippin’ into ‘yer skin like that, it ain’t—” Oh for damn sake— his breath hitched in his throat when those markings flashed upon his skin like that, illuminating for a mere second or so. Krieg’s had his bouts with multiple demons here and there, Mammon was one that he couldn’t really forget, and Amon wasn’t a push over either, but this guy? It was like he was a whole other breed. Instinctively, his scales slowly started to manifest against his skin, covering every patch of flesh with a dazzle array of crimson and onyx; the dragon had his own markings across hi scales that normally went up along his sides and sometimes around his face, but they were NOTHING compared to the other’s. ” ‘Yer the one that has trespassed on my territory, I should be askin’ ‘ya the same thing.” Boy? Ohoho. Smoke  filtered through his nostrils, snorting it out with a growl. ” ‘Ya got five seconds ‘fore I douse ‘ya in flames.”

Maddening laughter errupted from the demon's throat upon hearing the drake kin speak. Did he care that he was trespassing? Of course not. Did he care that he had just sliced his host body's flesh? Again, of course not. Satan did what he wanted, when he wanted. Whether he came off as being a bit out of his mind hardly mattered. There had been a time when the fallen one had absolutely no ounce of madness plaguing his soul. After all, he had been the most beautiful, intelligent, and strong angel in all of existence. Lucifer had been his name. The light bringer. The favored one. But those days were long gone now. Instead, Satan was the KING of all things evil, dark, and twisted. Unlike the others the dragon had faced, Satan pretty much had no limit. His power alone surpassed theirs ten fold. Just by looking at you, Satan could cause your body to spontaneously combust into flames. Such flames were impossible to put out given that they were unholy. Unlike his children again, Satan had no specific chant or hymn that could seal him away. So currently, there was no real way to stop him. Which, as one could imagine, was a very, very bad thing.

The blue flames which had acted as horns and had become adorned by the tip of the demon's tail suddenly engulfed the fallen one; completely covering his body from head to toe. He was mad. Completely out of his mind. The blood which he had drawn began to run down his host body's flesh and onto the ground; creating tiny pools. He was exerting himself now-- Pushing his host to the limit. His cuts were not the only things that the ruby red liquid seemed to be trickling out of now. For that precious life force was now dripping down from the devil's eyes as well. A sign that he was pushing himself too hard and wearing his host out. But he hardly cared about the body of his host. So long as his opponent learned just how wrathful he could be, nothing else really mattered.

                    ❝ KYAHAHAHAHA! What's wrong with me? What's wrong                                with you!? You're making these threats, but you're not                                doing shit! Come on, boy! LIGHT ME UP LIKE A ROMAN                                CANDLE! DO IT! I want to feel the fire of a drake against                                my body! I want to smell my flesh being scorched! ❞

Slowly, the devil began to inch closer to the the other-- The ground seeming to crack beneath his very feet. He had no plans involving attacking the stranger at that  moment, but he very much wished to see what he could do...

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                 and this is when he was spotted by father. Debating                  wither he should ‘nope the fuck out' or just give a s-                  mall, friendly hello. Yeah— nope the fuck out is a better                  choice.

Oh his son had indeed been spotted... Unfortunately however, Amaimon had made the wrong choice-- Running from Satan only made the KING long to chase after his son. Once he had a hold of him, there was simply no telling what Satan would do to him.

Slowly sinking into the cold hard ground, the ORIGINAL SINNER began to snicker to himself; as if he were truly amused by his son's attempted to flee. Once he had fully disappeared into the ground, all remained quiet for a few seconds more. Everything seemed to be fine right up until the KING shot up from the ground in a barrage of blue flames. Did Amaimon honestly believe that running would do him any good? A grin most devious appeared on Satan's pallid features as snickering yet again began to pour from his lie weaving mouth.

                                  ❝ Kehehehe! And just where do you think                                                   you're going, boy? Don't you want to see                                                   your beloved PAPA? ❞

         THEIR C R E A T O R !

             as if the dark power the KING held              had live of its own, he could feel it              hitting to the ground whatever strenght              he owned in comparision to their               R U L E R. upon the mention of a              allowance to dwell around, a single              step backwards is the start of retreat.

                       ’ i will leave. ‘

HAIL  TO  THE  K I N G  ♛

               Darkness did in fact have a King. Said                King being none other than the DEVIL                himself-- Such evil filled one with both                wonderment and absolute terror. For                the King had no filter. The King needed                no sanity. EVIL was not sane. EVIL was                not filtered. What it was, however-- Was                pure and utter chaos. It was violence                unrestrained. The demon Prince did not                stand a single chance against the very                source of every single evil that plagued                Assiah. 

                                         ❝ No-- Stay. I do believe that it's                                                            time that you and I had a little                                                           discussion, my son. ❞

+ immxrtalitas started following you:

         ” oh shi — “                 see that? that’s a broccoli, running the                 fuck away. and you wanna know why?                 because dad.                                   ” ahHAHAHAHA BYE. “

Do you see that? That man engulfed in blue flames chasing after a certain Earth King? You wanna know why? Because you fucked up, son. You fucked up bad.

                            ❝ When I get my hands on you, I am going                                           to break your legs! Kehehehe! Won't                                           that be fun, my son? ❞