just underneath the skin

I…have not been well behaved lately. My mother is not best pleased, which puts me in the doghouse. My little stunt with the angel, Katsumi, has dug me a deep hole – it will take quite some time to emerge. I am not so young that my antics are seen as comical or forgivable. I am an adult now, and no one will suffer the consequences but me. It is a lesson I’ve struggled to learn, and, should I survive this latest blunder, it will not be one that I forget.

I am Demon, after all. And not just any Demon: I am Baphomet’s son. Ishtar’s son. The Demon King and his Blood Mouth. Maybe not their youngest, or their oldest, or even their chosen, but I am their son. While those special places have been reserved for others, I will have to create one for myself. Perhaps my path will be more difficult – see the challenge Fate has sent me in the form of the little black angel! – but I am capable of walking it. And I aim to prove it.

I have screwed around long enough.

My path back to Iromar’s favor begins with this trip to Glorall. Honestly, I know little about it, though my blood-shot eyes are quick and observant as I follow Lillith toward the land of salt and sea. I carry myself as befitting my rank: at the rear of our trio, behind the Stygian, of course, and behind Iromar’s heir, Zaqar, my youngest brother. I have no illusions about my place. My pack mates may not formally know me as an omega, but I am probably the lowest on the totem pole right now. A Demon does not simply imprint on an angel and get away with it – I will be watched.

We three settle beneath the shade of a tree, our black coats melting into the afternoon shadows. Zaqar settles to Lillith’s right, as befitting his station I suppose, and I take a seat at her left hand, eyeing the land that spreads itself beyond us. When my sibling takes it upon himself to raise his voice, I follow suit, eager to show that I know my place now, that I can do what is expected of a Demon. My pride will have to take a backseat if I am to stay amongst my family and peers. I join Zaqar’s call – come forward Glorall, meet the Iromar wolves and see what we have to offer.

four ;; Demon King x Blood Mouth ;; no partner ;; angel dust ;; Iromar