cyrilav:

"Trust no one for Satan too, was once an angel."

A pair of long fangs inside his mouth poke out to sit on his lower lip as he grins. He beckons you to come closer, his eyes scanning you up and down as the amber-colored orbs in his eyes started to turn black. And as if locked by his gaze, you were forced to listen as his soulless whispers penetrate your ears.

“Oh, yes my dear. That damned old man was an archangel, like I was, until he was shunned and banished from heaven. I can only laugh when I remember how his ass was kicked out from the Elysium. Pathetically and ironically enough, I received the same fate as him. Can’t argue with the whole ‘like father like son’ stuff y’all been saying now, can I?” He rolled his eyes in a playful manner, his painted nails running along his face, as if showing them off to you. Mind you, they are fabulous, shoulda been praised every 20 seconds.

“It’s bad enough that I earn his nickname too. Satan this, Satan there. Frankly speaking, I’m not that bad. I don’t talk in ancient Latin as the old man does because I adapt properly to these modern people’s damned ways. I don’t have a putrid crop of demon army to have a meeting with. And most importantly I don’t exactly like getting worshiped with cups of blood being sacrificed to me. But I do have my eyes on your weak soul.  

But then again, I solemnly swear that I’m not here to destroy humanity. Nor am I here to eat you up alive or to sprinkle your dull lives with anime addictions thus turning y’all to useless couch potatoes… Not at all,” he retorts, a grin stretched across his face in a strange fashion.

☩ AU ☩ Mirror ☩ Script/Novella/Para ☩ Note

Now, you’re released from his spell. But you don’t remember what exactly happened, instead you see a figure of a young blond-haired male, grinning sweetly at you.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Cyril. Drop the ‘q’ in squirrel, that should be easy for you to remember.”

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