A Demon in Love |
Maybe one for demonkin where they are on a battlefield , and rip their enemies apart, and then come home to their human love interest?(like as in a tribe , and the human is the leader, and the demon just visits? C:) UvU (Since i mainly identify as male , maybe male/male relationship? The battlepart would really be nice !! C: Thank you (btw this blog is lovely!!)
The crack of bowstrings and roars of pain and fury filled the dense grassy field. A low growl cut through the sounds of peril—he was hungry. In the midst of battle, this was both a horrifically inconvenient yet extremely opportune time to be so, and he was forced to weigh his options. Fresh kill was, of course, always the best, and there would be no fresher, more appropriately placed meat than the humans with whom he was currently engaged. On the other hand, cannibalism is highly frowned upon, and though Almetus was no human, that revelation to those whom he fought alongside would create more anguish for him than being caught feeding. He elected to wait.
Stomach vocalizing its dreary complaint, Almetus sidestepped an arrow, pivoting on his heel, and jabbed the ammunition into the stomach of another combatant, who emitted a small whine and crumpled under the impact. Another arrow whirred by his right ear. He winced. The arrow had pierced his spiritual wing, an injury that would take many moons to recover; it would likely not heal until after the passing of the season, and that meant only one thing: the human must pay.
He shoved his way through the crowd as the invisible blood from his wound rotted the grass below, inadvertently crushing limbs from those on both sides through sheer fury. It didn’t take long for him to find his target; the coward kept themself removed from the fray, hidden behind a tree, firing their shots aimlessly in hopes of hitting someone in the crowd. A tactic this thoughtless was even more infuriating to him than his injured wing, and he set off in a sprint to either destroy or lecture the youth—which of the two, he was not yet certain, but something had to be done about their reckless behaviour.
Whatever his decision, it became moot as a giant of a man stepped into his path, raising his impressive spear and shrilling a war scream. Almetus could have easily ignored this and outmaneuvered the brute, but the release from fulfilling his bloodlust was too fine an offer. The human moved to impale him, an act all too easily avoided by taking firm hold of the shaft and overdirecting the swing. The human lost his balance, unaccustomed to his force being used against him, and Almetus took no time in delivering the finishing blows. He found a small carved eagle in a pouch on the corpse, and he decided to take that along with him.
His desire for war satiated, he glanced back at the screeching, writhing mass of humans. Yes, he was done here, and it was time to go home.
Home was but a mile’s journey along the river, in a small village of the Grianche, a famously peaceful tribe. They refused to battle themselves, but anyone who plotted to attack them was found disemboweled in of the tent of the plotter’s chief. The swiftness and consistency of these punishments had wrung all desire to conquer them from the surrounding tribes, and they were considered as gods, with many offering them tribute and asking for blessings of safety and bountiful harvest.
Home, however, was not the village itself, but the village chief, a fine human man named Aartric. As a demon, Almetus had neither heart nor a true home, but if he could call one of the hearts he harvested his own, he would present it humbly and it would forever beat for Aartric. Indeed, his hollow chest ached at the thought, the closest he could have to the palpitations of love. Almetus was truly in love, and it was a love that ran deeply.
He stripped at the river’s edge to clean himself of the blood and flesh remnants that stuck to his body and clothing. The injury in his right wing continued its weeping discourse, so he took great care to keep it out of the water. Not only would it pain him greatly should the water touch his open wound, but his blood would poison the river and choke the fish that the Grianche both eat and treasure. Any other group would not yield such consideration, but the Grianche belonged to Aartric, and Aartric, he could never wish or cause harm.
Trinket in hand, he entered the village discreetly, headed directly for the tent of his mate. Almetus was careful to keep his invisible wing level to prevent the grass beneath him from withering away, lest the people believe that plague and pestilence was approaching. It rarely bothered him that his blood blighted every living thing it touched, but he worried for Aartric, for he had no idea what harm would come should a human be infected. He considered for a moment simply leaving the effigy at the entrance, but his desire to see his human again was too great.
Pulling aside the thick leather door, he smiled. Aartric sat on his pallet bed, cradling a youngling in his arms. The youngling was unfamiliar, but Aartric, he could never forget. “I am home,” he spoke softly, “I bring you this, a figure from a faraway village.”
Aartric continued rocking the toddler, who was asleep, in one arm and reached to take the wooden likeness from his partner. “Another gift of war?”
Almetus nodded. No matter how kindly he phrased it, Aartric would always know his gifts were corpse trophies. He cleared his throat, mildly embarrassed. “You have a child.”
“Yes,” Aartric’s smile grew wider as he handed the little girl to Almetus, “and now, so do you.”
[End]
And thank you, I’m glad you like it already. <3
Stomach vocalizing its dreary complaint, Almetus sidestepped an arrow, pivoting on his heel, and jabbed the ammunition into the stomach of another combatant, who emitted a small whine and crumpled under the impact. Another arrow whirred by his right ear. He winced. The arrow had pierced his spiritual wing, an injury that would take many moons to recover; it would likely not heal until after the passing of the season, and that meant only one thing: the human must pay.
He shoved his way through the crowd as the invisible blood from his wound rotted the grass below, inadvertently crushing limbs from those on both sides through sheer fury. It didn’t take long for him to find his target; the coward kept themself removed from the fray, hidden behind a tree, firing their shots aimlessly in hopes of hitting someone in the crowd. A tactic this thoughtless was even more infuriating to him than his injured wing, and he set off in a sprint to either destroy or lecture the youth—which of the two, he was not yet certain, but something had to be done about their reckless behaviour.
Whatever his decision, it became moot as a giant of a man stepped into his path, raising his impressive spear and shrilling a war scream. Almetus could have easily ignored this and outmaneuvered the brute, but the release from fulfilling his bloodlust was too fine an offer. The human moved to impale him, an act all too easily avoided by taking firm hold of the shaft and overdirecting the swing. The human lost his balance, unaccustomed to his force being used against him, and Almetus took no time in delivering the finishing blows. He found a small carved eagle in a pouch on the corpse, and he decided to take that along with him.
His desire for war satiated, he glanced back at the screeching, writhing mass of humans. Yes, he was done here, and it was time to go home.
Home was but a mile’s journey along the river, in a small village of the Grianche, a famously peaceful tribe. They refused to battle themselves, but anyone who plotted to attack them was found disemboweled in of the tent of the plotter’s chief. The swiftness and consistency of these punishments had wrung all desire to conquer them from the surrounding tribes, and they were considered as gods, with many offering them tribute and asking for blessings of safety and bountiful harvest.
Home, however, was not the village itself, but the village chief, a fine human man named Aartric. As a demon, Almetus had neither heart nor a true home, but if he could call one of the hearts he harvested his own, he would present it humbly and it would forever beat for Aartric. Indeed, his hollow chest ached at the thought, the closest he could have to the palpitations of love. Almetus was truly in love, and it was a love that ran deeply.
He stripped at the river’s edge to clean himself of the blood and flesh remnants that stuck to his body and clothing. The injury in his right wing continued its weeping discourse, so he took great care to keep it out of the water. Not only would it pain him greatly should the water touch his open wound, but his blood would poison the river and choke the fish that the Grianche both eat and treasure. Any other group would not yield such consideration, but the Grianche belonged to Aartric, and Aartric, he could never wish or cause harm.
Trinket in hand, he entered the village discreetly, headed directly for the tent of his mate. Almetus was careful to keep his invisible wing level to prevent the grass beneath him from withering away, lest the people believe that plague and pestilence was approaching. It rarely bothered him that his blood blighted every living thing it touched, but he worried for Aartric, for he had no idea what harm would come should a human be infected. He considered for a moment simply leaving the effigy at the entrance, but his desire to see his human again was too great.
Pulling aside the thick leather door, he smiled. Aartric sat on his pallet bed, cradling a youngling in his arms. The youngling was unfamiliar, but Aartric, he could never forget. “I am home,” he spoke softly, “I bring you this, a figure from a faraway village.”
Aartric continued rocking the toddler, who was asleep, in one arm and reached to take the wooden likeness from his partner. “Another gift of war?”
Almetus nodded. No matter how kindly he phrased it, Aartric would always know his gifts were corpse trophies. He cleared his throat, mildly embarrassed. “You have a child.”
“Yes,” Aartric’s smile grew wider as he handed the little girl to Almetus, “and now, so do you.”
[End]
And thank you, I’m glad you like it already. <3