#zuriel damaris

[inkwell-and-dagger]

maybe fallen angels aren't as frightening as Aarin expected...

Halos And Horns Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

(click for better quality!)

pose credit to mellon-soup!! i found this one on pinterest and just had to draw zuriel and aarin :3

I'm honestly in LOVE with zuriel's hair, I didn't really know what I was doing when I was sketching this out but I'm SO happy with it!!!!! especially since this is my first time drawing them :3

also is it obvious this is my first time drawing wings lmao 💀

anyhow! it's them!!!!!

#zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #Halos And Horns #angel whumpee #fallen angel oc #fallen angel #multiple whumpees #whump #whump art #whump oc #oc whump #art #oc art #nonhuman whumpee #recovery whump #rescued whumpee

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Zuriel time woohoo!!!!

the picrew is linked right here!!

#(zuriel uses it/its!!) #zuriel damaris #picrew #oc picrew #oc #angel oc #fallen angel oc #whump oc #angel whumpee #whump picrew

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“One time for the saints and the sinners” - The Hell Strip (Part 3)

Characters mentioned/used: Vanté Ramirez (OC), Zuriel Damaris ( @inkwell-and-dagger ), Minus Maryweather (OC)

A/N: This draft has taken me much too long I swear. So out of practice smh. Anyway! Enjoy this piece i haven’t even proofread and do not plan on doing so and will probably immediately fall asleep after.

Previous || Next (W.I.P)

STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY.

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“Where are we going?” Zuriel asked, its hand gripping onto Vanté’s.

Vanté smiled, squeezing its hand reassuringly as they walked together. “Somewhere safer you can stay, until we can find a way to get you out of here.” He said, as they reached a very, very fancy looking building located in the heart of the first circle, white and gold and extremely ornate. “Everyone inside this building is exactly like you, in some way or another.”

Vanté pushed the doors open with his free hand, the two instantly surrounded with noise and pleasantly sweet smells.

As Zuriel took it all in, it couldn’t help but ask. “..Where are we?” It looked up at Vanté expectantly, waiting for a response.

“The precinct of the Unholy Choir” He explained as they walked, the doors sliding shut behind them. “An independently funded organisation of fallen angels, just like you.”

The precinct was buzzing with activity and chatter, all different types of ex-angels communicating and working in sync and harmony, the area decorated with white granite, gold, stained glass, intricate painting across the ceiling, everything you’d expect from such an area.

“I won’t always be here” Vanté admitted, ultimately drawing Zuriel’s gaze back to him. “However, that doesn’t mean I’ll just leave you here by yourself when I get too busy. You’ll have a caretaker, instead.”

“A caretaker?” Zuriel questioned, the phrase unfamiliar to it.

Vanté nodded. “That’s right. They’ll be here to make sure you’re not completely alone, make sure your needs are met. Even train you if needed.”

As if on cue, a fallen angel joined them, seemingly male. He was a little taller than Vanté, with radiant, fair skin, curly white hair that fell way past his shoulders, a slender but toned frame and golden eyes.

He was dressed in casual yet formal clothing, the UC’s sigil embroidered on the shoulders, a sword sheath secured around his hips, the hilt plated with gold and the handle wrapped with leather, both of which were worn from drills and fights.

“Ah, speaking of” Vanté smiled, patting the man’s back, who grinned slightly at the contact. “This is Sir Minus Maryweather. He’ll be your caretaker whilst I’m not present.”

“You must be our newest addition” Minus smiled, holding a hand out. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Zuriel blinked a couple times, hesitantly taking Minus’s hand. It didn’t really know what to even say, which made Minus chuckle.

“Shy one you have here” Minus remarked to Vanté, who just laughed.

“It’ll warm up to you” Vanté replied with a smile. “Now, as much as I hate to cut this short, I do have to go. I don’t really have the time to stand around and talk, considering…”

His voice drifted, but Minus, at least, seemed to understand what he meant. Zuriel, however, wasn’t as easily satisfied with this answer. Everything was moving so fast, too fast for it to keep up with.

“Wait- wait, where are you going?” It asked, grabbing Vanté’s arm before he could leave.

This made Vanté sigh. He really, really didn’t want to just… leave Zuriel here. But it was the only safe option. “I have to go back to the castle and attend to adult matters, okay?”

“But I-“

“Zuriel, please, just trust me. Minus is trained to keep you safe. You’ll be okay.”

“But I don’t want to be alone.”

“You won’t be alone. If you desperately need me, you can get Minus to call me or send me a letter. Okay?”

Zuriel sniffled. It didn’t like the idea of not constantly having Vanté around, but.. “o-okay..” Zuriel mumbled.

Vanté smiled, clapping his shoulder, before he stood once more, ruffling Zuriel’s hair. “Good kid.”

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#cw religion #fictional organisation #oc #vanté ramirez #minus maryweather #mutual’s oc #zuriel damaris

[shellyscribbles]

Working on connecting Halvar to Vale and the castle. Not exactly new characters or ideas, but not something I have tried to scribble out before.

              “And here,” Halvar called standing beside the open door, “Is the main dining hall.”

              Zuriel gave another look around before picking up the pace and following Halvar who had disappeared into the empty hall. The dinning hall was beautiful in a completely different way with simple paintings hanging on the bare stone walls. The table was ornately carved and cleanly decorated with beautiful dishes and a centerpiece that seemed to tell yet another story from Vale’s history.

              For a world which had only been ruled by one king and had never known war, there seemed to be endless stories they wished to keep in mind.

              “And here,” Halvar called out again as he paused by the doors on the far side with a smile, “is the kitchen where, if I am a lucky man, Damaris will be preparing lunch.” He pulled the door open.

              “Damaris?” Zuriel cocked an eyebrow, “So that’s why you never dated.”

              Halvar turned back with a scowl, “She’s six hundred years old, she’s like my mom you pervert. I never dated 'cause I knew I was leaving." He turned and walked through the door.

              “Oh.” Zuriel shrugged and followed Halvar into the kitchen.

              The kitchen was surprisingly large and extremely humid. There were several focused naims and wizards moving between two prep tables as they entered and beyond that there were rows of large pots with some boiling liquid inside being monitored by a naim who moved adeptly between them stirring them in turn, adjusting flames as needed.

              In the corner a witch appeared to be counting a pile of bags which was stacked on the floor.

              “Did the carrots come?” a naima asked the witch.

              “Yes, they’re on the second table.” She answered without looking up.

              “Sorry,” the naima blushed and covered her face briefly, “I meant the onions.”

              The witch looked up from her count and glanced at the tables and the workers a moment before frowning. “Ask Achelous.” Her eyes wandered to the door way where Zuriel and Halvar stood briefly before returning to the pile of bags. She counted three more before the sight registered and she swung back, a look of shock on her face. “Halvar.”

              A wide grin broke on Halvar’s face as he calmly met the witch as she hurried toward him.

              “Hi Damaris,” He said as he folded her in a warm embrace.

              Zuriel grinned at the sight of the short stout witch folded in the arms of Halvar who had to stoop to hug her.

              “Oh, it’s good to see you.” She smiled warmly and reached for his face, patting it affectionately before turning her attention to Zuriel. “You must be Zuriel. Are you hungry?” She looked from Zuriel back to Halvar, wiping her eyes as happy tears wept out despite herself.

#Pre 3rd draft scribbles #TSoV #The Shadow of Vale #Halvar #Zuriel #Damaris #returning to Vale

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{UHHHH- HELLO ITS KORIO OR VELLICHOR THIS IS A RP BLOG FOR ZURIEL DAMARIS WHICH IS A WHUMP OC EERRRMMMMMMMMMMM THATS IT HERES MY MAIN BLOG @v-3-ll-1-ch-0-r AND ALSO MY WHUMP SIDE BLOG CUZ THATS MOSTLY WHERE ITLL BE @v3ll1ch0r-makes-whump UH UH ZURIEL USES IT/ITS PRONOUNS OKAY THIS IS REALLY CHAOTIC G'BYE}

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colour is a thing I use very frequently in the process of designing my characters. they can all be reduced to a single colour that is incorporated in their design and / or personality in some way

for example:

Rayan's assigned colour is red. he has a warm colour scheme in his design, commonly wears red, and is always covered in blood. always

Foster is blue. in comparison, their design uses greys, blacks and of course, blues. their demeanour is equally as cold.

Aarin is more of a pastel blue, due to the colour of their eyes and their withdrawn, quiet personality

Zuriel is orange. compared to Aarin, its design is warm and friendly, much like its personality. it and Aarin balance each other out perfectly

Ailean is a light, pale green. due to the white brightness of the lab and their own albinism, along with the fact his design is inspired by a hemlock flower, they have a pale, muted appearance

Madir is beige. this is mostly shown in his design, in the white streaks of his hair from his poliosis and his dark, neutral clothing style

Esrana is a dark purpleish-pink. purple is an elegant colour, wouldn't you say? perfectly describes her, from her hair to her silky smooth accent

Madison is a mahogany colour. a strong colour, yet warm and inviting. she could crush you if she were so inclined, and yet her hands are gentle

Kore is a smoky, foggy grey. hard and cold like stone, scrutinizing eyes judging your every move. a vile man, he is

Zayn is a lavender-ish colour. unlike Esrana, who's dark and unforgiving, he's a lighter, more easygoing person

Derwyn is a neon, bright pink. eager, bright, loud. the colour reminds me a lot of their wide, unblinking eyes

Ezra is white. like ailean, he has albinism, and this is incorporated in his design a lot. he has a pale, light colour scheme, and nobody can really tell whether or not he's actually okay with or against Foster's situation with a captive. he's just.. neutral. white

but what about Ruaridh, you say? well, they're a special case

the lab is the only thing Ruaridh has known. for their entire life, they've had nothing but the clothes that Derwyn gave them, nothing but the books Derwyn gave them, nothing but the injections that Derwyn injected. they've had no outside communication, had never seen the world, had never had a chance to gain their own colour, in a way. they don't exactly have a colour

anyway. I like my ocs

#rayan hyacinth #foster canavan #aarin malchediel #zuriel damaris #ailean-conall hemlock (TS-0166) #madir ahearn #esrana flynn #madison osoro-maguire #kore orion #zayn flynn #derwyn ellis #ezra hendrix #ruaridh mullen #whump #whump oc #oc whump #my ocs #oc

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TEENY DRABBLE FOR YOU LOT LETS GOOOOOO!!! Vee and Vesker belong to @er0s-1s-whump1ng!!

Madison had thought that, after her temporary captivity with The Survivors, that they'd leave her alone after that. They'd all gotten everything they could out of her, and she figured that now she'd hidden away for a couple days at Theo's, it was all over now.

An empty, aching feeling in her chest, she absently unlocked the door to her house, letting it creak open as she stepped in. She'd just dropped Rayan off at Vesker's, and she prayed on whatever God or Goddess existed that they would both be okay on their own.

Evergreen eyes sweeping across the dark, midnight shrouded home Madison had missed so much, her attention was drawn to something written on the wall in the living room. At first, she thought the boys had been messing around again; but as she walked inside the room, her blood ran cold.

In crimson, bold letters, the writing on the wall read: "Found you! :)"

Oh, crap.

"Zuriel? Aarin? Vee?" She called out one by one, racing upstairs. Madison nearly sobbed in relief when Aarin stepped into the hall, their magnificent halo casting a spotlight onto their freckled face.

"Where's Zuriel?"

"Asleep. I- I just woke up."

"That's okay, baby," Madison sighed out, walking up to the small angel and wrapping them in a half-hug. "Go wake ZuZu up, and tell it that we're gonna go on a little road trip. Do that for me whilst I get Vee, okay?"

Aarin tilted their head, confused. "Is it because of the writing? Two people came in the other day, and- and they said they needed to talk to Dad."

"Who?"

"I'on know. A boy and a girl. They both have long hair, kinda like ZuZu's but a tiny bit shorter."

Madison cursed beneath her breath. Esrana and Madir.

"O-Okay, I'll look for Dad, you just get Zuriel up and pack some clothes, alrighty?"

"Okay!" Aarin squeezed Madison, before walking back into them and Zuriel's bedroom.

"Vanté? You here?" Striding tensely to Vanté's bedroom, she cracked open the door, flicking on the light. He wasn't there. The only thing that hinted that some sort of activity had taken place were the few drops of blood on his bedsheets.

"...Vee...?"

Taglist: none yet!

#rayan hyacinth #madison osoro-maguire #vesker faithern #vanté ramirez #zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #esrana flynn #madir ahearn #whump #oc whump #whump oc #whump writing #writing #oc writing #whump drabble #How To Kill An Immortal

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They were both children when it happened.

So young, so naïve, so curious about the world that they both saw no harm in venturing into the unknown, but they were wrong. Both had been captured and stripped of their humanity, of their free will, forced to be a decoration in some sadistic demon's home just for the fun of it. And they grew up like that.

But oh, how curious and cheerful they both were, years after the ordeal. After all the burns from the fire, the holes in wings and hands from thumb tacks and the lack of wings entirely, their eyes were never devoid of awe. They were so intrigued about this alien world around them — from why every colour seemed more vibrant, the sun shined brighter to the ornaments meticulously laid out in Madison's home — that it was.. really, quite adorable.

Zuriel and Aarin didn't exactly know why they acted like this themselves. Why they clung to one another, angel and Fallen, like brothers. They kind of were, in a sense. The same adoptive father, the same motherly caregiver...

They just didn't know what was going on, why this new world they found themselves in was so.. vibrant. Warm on certain days, frigid on others. How the sun would sometimes be obscured by brooding storm clouds, or how every sunset or sunrise were gorgeously colourful with reds, purples, oranges — you name it. How every item of clothing, instead of being too itchy, too tight, too uncomfortable or too revealing, were soft and loose and just right. How they were able to sleep so peacefully every single night. They were just so, so curious.

Halos and Horns taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

(oh lord I haven't posted anything HaH in a while. I project all my age regressor shenanigans onto them your honour 😔)

#inspired vaguely by eros' lil lore snapshots he does tehe :3 #whump #oc whump #whump oc #whump writing #oc writing #angel whump #multiple whumpees #multiple caretakers #minor whump #Halos And Horns #zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel

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all the whumpees!! I've updated / added to a couple of the designs, but other than that, here they all are! <3 here's the picrew!!

Aarin, Iyrle, Carmen and Haedrin were created with the help of @er0s-1s-whump1ng!! :D

Zuriel Damaris (it/its)

Aarin Malchediel (they/them)

Iyrle Gambit (he/they)

Haedrin Loryll (he/him)

Carmen Atkinson (he/him)

Rayan Hyacinth (he/it)

#zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #iylre gambit #haedrin loryll #carmen atkinson #rayan hyacinth #halos and horns #forsaken souls #demon whumpee #angel whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #immortal whumpee #my ocs #whump oc #whump ocs #oc whump #picrew #whump picrew #oc picrew

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eerrmmmm.....

^w^

this is the new Zuriel!! (this skrunkly uses it/its pronouns :D)

I did change a lot about its design, and gave it more biblically accurate angel vibes, hence the eyes. uh but yeah :3

if you haven't seen my first Zuriel post (under the tags: #zuriel damaris OR #kore orion) then do note that all inspiration for it, and it's whumper, Kore, came from the wonderful (/p) @emmettnet, who's by far one of my largest inspirations in whump!!

anywho enjoy watching the skrunkly get tortured ig I know he's babey but my ocs can never be happy. look at Rayan for example lmao

(picrew)

#not whump #picrew #whump picrew #zuriel damaris #collars #chained

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"It comes and goes like the strength in your bones." — Whumptober 2023!

Day 13: Cold Compress || Infection || "I don't feel so good."

A/N: I'm not googling how to treat burns we balling

Characters:

— Zuriel Damaris (Whumpee) it/its

— Madison Maguire (Caretaker) she/her

— Vanté Ramirez (created by @er0s-1s-whump1ng!!) (Caretaker) he/him

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Zuriel hissed in pain as Vanté gently dabbed at a burn wound on its arm, whining and kicking its feet uncomfortably. Madison had gone to get more bandages and medical equipment, meaning Vanté was left to take care of and comfort Zuriel, and also find out why the fuck there's an angel in his house who is now sleeping in his bedroom.

"Who's the angel, Zuriel?" He asked gently again, pausing in what he was doing.

"I— I don't know, okay?! I don't know 'is name, I just.."

"You just?"

"It's hard to explain."

"That's okay," The demon smiled. "We've got all day, kiddo. Just tell me what happened."

Zuriel just remained silent. It was seemingly thinking, spare hand fidgeting anxiously. Eventually, it spoke up again. "Don't get mad at me, but... I went back into Hell, and— and back to Kore's."

Vanté's gentle grip on Zuriel's hand tightened by a fraction, eyebrows furrowing. "...Did he hurt you?"

"No, he didn't. He's probably dead now."

"...What do you mean by that, Zuriel?"

"...It— Y'know, uhm, how the angel guy has a halo? I used that to set his house on fire."

A small smile graced the demon's features, gently prompting it to go on.

"..Yeah, uh— We got out, mostly unscathed—" It gestured with its third eye to its burns. It didn't mention Aarin's broken leg. "And then, boom, back up here."

"Mmh, I see.." Vanté sighed, finally looking up at the fallen angel, their gazes meeting. "You know you shouldn't have gone there without telling me, kid. What if you got hurt?"

"Well, I didn't— well I did actually— y'know what I mean. 'M sorry, dad."

The demon sighed with a smile. "It's okay."

Zuriel suddenly flinched as the door opened, and Maddie walked in cheerily. "Mumma's hoommee!" She grinned, glancing at Zuriel and chuckling nervously at its surprised expression. "Sorry, hun."

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Halos and Horns Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober #whump #oc whump #whump writing #writing #oc writing #whump oc #angel whumpee #multiple whumpees #multiple caretakers #nonhuman caretaker #demon caretaker #halos and horns #zuriel damaris #vanté ramirez #madison maguire

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A/N: 1) adding a lil ooh funky dynamic place because yes, and 2) inspired by this post!!

CW: angel whump, somewhat heavy dehumanisation, wing whump, blood, accidental trauma triggering, mention of previous branding, slight violence

DYNAMIC(S):

angel whumpee (Zuriel Damaris)

demon whumper (Kore Orion)

demon caretaker (Vantè Ramirez (who belongs to @paranoia-exe))

father-son dynamic for whumpee and caretaker

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Zuriel had messed up.

It had done something which Kore had said time and time again, was something only living, sentient beings were allowed to do freely. It moved. Of course, it was accidental; but Kore wouldn't have known, and he certainly didn't care either way. Even worse, there were other people there to witness Zuriel's mistake.

To say that Kore was infuriated would — somehow — be an understatement. Zuriel could feel the demon's rage, simmering under flesh, in every grasp of Zuriel's wings as it was pinned helplessly to the cold, hard ground. Zuriel squirmed weakly.

"Wait- Wait, Kore, I'm sorry—!"

Yet Zuriel knew its begging was futile. Useless. Kore wasn't keen on listening, and he made that evident as he carelessly ripped out one of the angel's wings. The pain was agonizing; blinding. It startled Zuriel at just how much pain it was feeling, how many emotions were running through its head: guilt, shame, then pain, and then utter agony, till all it could do was scream and writhe and beg for a mercy it believed it was undeserving of anyway. It was Zuriel's mistake to move. To be anything more than a decoration, a bragging right, an object for Kore to show off proudly as if it were the most important thing in the underworld. It was all Zuriel's fault, and it was so, so sorry.

Hands brushing above the fabric of Zuriel's sweater, a beat of hesitation following before they gently glided across where the angels wings once were. Previously a gorgeous ivory, now healing gashes on its back. Just the touch itself brought back memories, and Zuriel's hands instinctively tightened on Vantè, as if its life depended on his presence. Which, really, it kind of does.

Vantè caught onto the miniscule reaction, his hands leaving the angel's back to gently card through Zuriel's long, snow white hair; Vantè had let his new legal son grow it out after its initial rescue. At the same time, a soft whimper escaped Zuriel.

"Hey- hey, Zuriel, it's okay.." Vantè murmured softly, soothingly, as he idly unknotted the stray tangles in Zuriel's hair. "He's gone, he's not here, it's over."

A small, shaky hum was the only response, but Zuriel's face pressed into the crook of Vantè's elbow, another one of Kore's branding etched into Zuriel's cheek gently grazing the demon's skin. Zuriel basked in the sensation of Vantè's hand — calloused and warm, yet simultaneously feather-light and gentle — softly rubbing the angel's arm whilst the other continued to untangle the loose knots in its hair. Those hands weren't Kore's. Kore wasn't here anymore; Vantè was.

#whump #oc writing #oc whump #writing #whump writing #angel whumpee #angel whump #demon caretaker #demon whumper #zuriel damaris #kore orion #vanté ramirez #hehe i posted some snippets like a minute ago 😭 #im proud of this one though ngl

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the colours are colouring 💥💥💥

(pose credit goes to mellon-soup!! found this one on pinterest :3)

#zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #angel whumpee #multiple whumpees #nonhuman whumpee #whump wip #whump art

[inkwell-and-dagger]

a thing I love about both my oc series is that they're all so flexible!!!

of course, in their canons it's just the survivors and rayan, also maddie, vee and vayel, and in halos and horns it's zuriel, aarin, kore and also vantè

but there could be a universe where both of the groups are combined! maybe the survivors kidnap and torture zuriel and aarin because they're not exactly human (thank you to foster for being a pussy and not liking anything specifically human /j), or kore takes rayan to demonstrate to zuriel / aarin what happens if they don't behave! and, since rayan's immortal, kore can hurt him as much as he wants to!

also taking into consideration other whump tropes, such as living weapons! a concept me and eros have been trying out is foster and madir having living weapon whumpees, such as (the newly introduced!!) iylre gambit, carmen atkinson and haedrin loryll!!! mayhaps rayan is still in the basement, and foster - similar to the previous idea with kore - still tortures him to show the Living Weapon Trio™ that disobeying leads to getting hurt!

I also love it when people who view my ocs' writing and lore create stories of their own about my ocs / continuing from written lore I've already put onto this blog or my main, or with their own ocs mixed in! of course as long as credit is put, and obviously I'm not forcing or pressuring anybody to go and write about my ocs- /gen

I dunno I just- y'all can do whatever with my ocs, I just love them that much. draw, write, whump them or comfort them; I don't care! I love how I'm gaining so many followers it makes me so giddy I love it 🥲🥲 /gen

also could as well add Halos And Horns Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night (so sorry for not posting a lot of halos and horns 😭)

oh yeah!! Vantè, Vayel, Iylre, Carmen and Haedrin belong to the previously mentioned eros, or @paranoia-exe / @er0s-1s-whump1ng!!

#i dunno where i was going with this ill be honest #rayan hyacinth #foster canavan #madir ahearn #vayel veto #vanté ramirez #iylre gambit #carmen atkinson #haedrin loryll #zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #kore orion #halos and horns #forsaken souls

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“Fake it if you don’t belong here.” - The Hell Strip, Part 2.

Characters used/Mentioned: Vanté Ramirez (OC), Zuriel Damaris ( @p-3-t-r-1-ch-0-r )

A/N: Dw there’s probably gonna be more parts than this, maybe turning this into a full series. I’m not quite sure yet. Also here’s part 1 for anybody who needs it.

DISCLAIMER: THE CONTENT UNDER THE CUT MAY BE DISTRESSING FOR SOME INDIVIDUALS! I will try my best to tag as much as I can, but in case I miss anything, proceed with caution. Reader discretion is advised. I will not take credit for neglecting this warning. As of this, every post associated with this series will simply be marked as “STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY” for I’m really not going to write this every single time.

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Vanté sighed, running a hand through his hair. Coming back here always felt… off, especially now that none of his other family were present down here, his father especially.

The towering black granite walls didn’t feel as intimidating anymore, and he felt like he was allowed a new freedom. Now that he wasn’t holed up inside the walls, not allowed to leave and unable to make it out, it felt more like a home.

Juggling his usual life and the castle was… certainly a task, but he got it done anyway. And every time it brought new challenges.

Just like today. When Vanté heard about his son’s fall, he quite literally dropped everything. He couldn’t imagine Zuriel being the one to fall. Zuriel, who was highly appraised by the Gods, an angel of perfection and grace. The only thing that could have made it fall is if it were tainted by a demon… but that was impossible. Right?

“Guards, I’m heading out” He said as he slipped his coat on. The two nearby castle guards nodded, one of them speaking up.

“Where to, your highness?”

“There’s been an incident in the square” Vanté responded. “It requires my immediate attention.”

“Of course” The guard nodded. “I just worry with you suddenly rushing into this. I feared it was some danger.”

“It could be if you don’t stop your yapping, boy.” Vanté warned with a glare.

The young guard immediately went quiet, shifting on the spot. He knew better than to ignore Vanté’s warnings. All of staff did. As much as he wasn’t usually one to get violent, he was also very intimidating when he did.

Vanté took his leave, eyes constantly zipping around as he made his way through the mess of lights and buildings and demons of guilty pleasures. To him, it was ever more familiar each time he came down here. He was accustomed to the chaos of his people and how they spent their time among the neon lights and the messy streets.

But it would be like a nightmare for Zuriel, and he knew that. Crowded places were never its thing, which is what scared him so much. He wanted him to be alone here for as little time as possible.

Upon that thought, his eyes landed on a familiar, frail figure, wandering around and trying to figure out his way, trying to understand where it was and what was going on.

“Zuriel!” He yelled as he spotted his son, breaking into a sprint to catch up to him. Zuriel barely had time to process before he was scooped up and into his father’s arms, Vanté’s eyes taking in every part of him, scanning for injuries, registering the changes.

“Oh, kiddo…” He mumbled, beginning to walk back to the castle. He kissed its forehead, ignoring the multitude of people staring at him, not only because he was the heir to the throne, but because of the fallen angel in his arms. “It’s okay, ‘m here… you must be so scared…”

Zuriel stuck close to Vanté. He helped calm it, at least a little. He was a breath of fresh air in all of this distress and uncertainty, the familiarity it needed right now. After all this pain and uncertainty…

“Am- Am I stuck down here?” Zuriel asked meekly, looking up at its father.

Vanté met his gaze. Zuriel didn’t belong here. If not in the Upperworld, then he’d find somewhere for him to stay in the Overworld. But he wasn’t staying down here, that’s for sure.. “…Not if I have anything to say about it.”

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