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@FANGEDFXCK 
            
            Velatrix stared at him for a long moment before immediately shaking her head. “Absolutely not.” Despite the refusal, a smirk was already pulling at the corner of her mouth. “You are not luring me into ballroom dancing with pretty words and centuries of accumulated charm. I know how this ends.” She folded her arms across her chest and took a deliberate step backward. “One minute it’s come dance with me, the next I’m being twirled around a room while you look unbearably pleased with yourself.” Her molten eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Besides, I have a reputation to maintain. Demons are not supposed to glide gracefully across dance floors. We’re supposed to lurk ominously in corners and make people uncomfortable.” A pause. “Which, for the record, I am very good at.” The smirk widened. “You’ll have to find another way to trick me into holding your hand tonight.”

@wiccaanways 
            
            No, I’m fascinating. You’re just impossible to entertain. if I were to set something on fire you’d complain about the smoke—If I decided against it you’d complain that I was being boring. You’re literally the infernal equivalent of a chronic headache.

@sinfulsitter
            
            The second she was out of sight he turned towards east, facing the staircase. His sniper discarded, Mikhail clung to a dagger and moved first. He pulled his mask on and threw a gas bomb first before sinking into the smoke, cutting at necks and arms that came in view. Blinded and choking, the men fired where they could, missing him completely by a few meters and giving him more than enough space to move close. He grabbed one of them into a headlock and cut the jugular vein with a swift movement of a wrist, and by the time a soldier noticed it he threw his dagger right in between the man's eyes. 
            
            Seething underneath his gas mask, Mikhail moved quickly; he emptied their belts of bombs and spare knives, took their communication devices and crushed them underneath his leather boots.
            
            Moving lower, he halted at the sound of chains, and one look towards the sound proved that she had the upper hand. In fact, she looked up at him through then ruins, her golden eyes prideful. 
            
            Mikhail narrowed his eyes and moved to where she was, and scanned the bodies around her before shaking his head. "You asked for it." He said, and brushed past her to look out the window. Up in the sky, he heard a helicopter looking to land, and with a curse moved back in. "I'll get my sniper. You..." he looked at her for a good minute before waving a dismissive hand. "Raise hell if you want to. Just don't kill me." And with that he was up the stairs again, dissapearing into the smoke.

@SUNSWALLOWING 
            
            Velatrix’s grin widened the instant he relented, molten eyes gleaming with the kind of excitement that should have worried him more than the gunfire. “See? Was that so difficult?” The chain wrapped around her waist unraveled with a metallic hiss as she rolled her shoulders and stepped toward the edge of the rooftop. Then she was gone. One moment she stood beside Mikhail, the next she was streaking across the neighboring roof in a blur of black and gold. The first armed man barely had time to register her presence before the chain cracked across his wrist, sending his weapon skidding across the concrete. Another rushed her from the side only to find himself swept off his feet and slammed hard into an air-conditioning unit. Velatrix could have ended it quickly, but where was the fun in that? Every movement was unnecessarily graceful, every dodge impossibly close, every disarm followed by a brief glance back toward Mikhail as though she were expecting applause. One of the gunmen emptied half a magazine at her, only for her to weave between the shots and appear directly in front of him, offering a bright smile before yanking him backward by his collar. Within moments the rooftop dissolved into chaos. Men shouted orders, scrambled for cover, and attempted to regroup while Velatrix cut through them like a storm given human form. The chain spun around her in wide arcs, knocking weapons away, tripping opponents, and sending more than one crashing into his allies. Through it all she looked entirely too pleased with herself. At one point she caught sight of Mikhail across the gap between rooftops and spread her arms theatrically before another unfortunate target charged her. “You know,” she called over the commotion, “for someone who insists I’m distracting, you certainly do give me the most entertaining jobs.”

@sinfulsitter 
            
            He kept firing but he noticed that more appeared on their roofs, and something akin to grappling hooks hung off their hips suits as they moved towards the edge of the building. He could feel his heart stop at his throat, hesitating to move in or out, and out of fear it lingered there, thumping hard like a frightened bird. Mikhail swallowed and steadied his gun, glancing at her before looking left. Somewhere below him he heard the commands being yelled out, muffled by the dozen of stairs separating them. Still, it wasn't a good sign.
            
            Aware that he is outnumbered and aware that this was turning into a suicide mission, he shut his eyes for a moment to calm his breathing before looking up at her again. 
            
            This would mean nothing to her, yet it will cost him everything. To ask a demon for advice is to put your soul up for a cheap price. Still, hesitantly he replied. "Fine. You can have them." His words came in a whisper, and after another pause he rose to his feet and detached a few hand grenades from his belt, glancing over towards the building across where men gathered to reach him. "Just...be quick with it."

@sanguinaes 
            
            Velatrix’s concern became immediately visible, not because her expression changed much, but because she stopped trying to be clever. The panic in his voice, the blood in his eyes, the way his words kept tripping over one another—it all felt wrong. She didn’t know how to comfort people. Demons weren’t taught that. They were taught how to exploit fear, not soothe it. Yet she found herself moving closer anyway. “Sebastian.” Her voice remained low and steady as she carefully took hold of his wrist, trying to anchor him to something real. “You’re not resting. I’m aware of that. But you’re also not thinking clearly right now.” The moment he asked for a pen and paper, she nodded immediately and reached for them without argument, pressing both into his hands as quickly as she could. “Write down everything. Every sound, every image, every stupid little detail that comes back. We can sort through it afterward.” Her molten eyes searched his face, worry hidden beneath forced composure. “But you need to breathe for me first. The memories aren’t going anywhere. If they’re trying this hard to come back, we’ll find them.” She hesitated for half a second before awkwardly placing a hand against his shoulder. “And whatever happened, you’re not figuring it out alone.”

“ the memories… i need the memories back. ” even if he knew there was a way to bring them back, the chances of it working properly would be risky. he didn’t know much but based on what he’d learned; there was always a chance they could come back wrong— like him. a vampire, a zombie or some other soulless remnant of what once was having to adjust to a resurrection they didn’t ask for. that was probably the most conscious clarity of thought he had tonight. 
            
            “ i can’t just rest while there’s blood on my hands— i need to solve this! ” tears started flooding the whites of his eyes a dark red, he tries to steady his breathing. he starts hearing something else— an animalistic hiss, a snarl and someone throwing him into a metal wall.  “ do you have a pen and paper? (…) i need to write stuff down. ” his eyes starting blinking fast, the phantom heartbeat accelerating his speech starts to slow but only slightly. “ please. ”

@sanguinaes 
            
            Velatrix stepped closer without thinking, her molten eyes quickly taking in the blood on his face, the panic in his breathing, and the way his hands trembled despite his efforts to stay composed. For once, there was no sarcasm waiting on the tip of her tongue. “Sebastian, look at me.” Her voice remained steady, firm enough to cut through the chaos in his head. At his question, something uncomfortable flickered across her expression. “No.” The answer came immediately. “I can’t bring them back.” A pause followed. “Not truly.” Her jaw tightened slightly. “Demons don’t return the dead, Sebastian. We bargain with them, bind them, torment them, steal them—sometimes we can make something look alive—but that’s not the same thing.” Her gaze searched his face carefully, concern hidden beneath her usual stoicism. “Whatever happened, whatever you’re remembering in pieces, bringing someone back isn’t going to fix it.” She reached out, settling a hand firmly on his shoulder to ground him. “Right now you’re scared, exhausted, and trying to make sense of something your mind isn’t ready to look at all at once. So breathe.” Her voice softened just slightly. “Then we figure out what happened together.”

@FANGEDFXCK 
            
            [The effect was immediate. Velatrix’s attention sharpened the second the word hunt left his lips, every trace of teasing indifference disappearing beneath genuine interest. Her molten eyes lit with unmistakable excitement as she turned toward him fully, a grin spreading across her face that revealed just enough teeth to remind him what she truly was.] Now that’s a proper invitation. [A quiet laugh escaped her as she shook her head.] You should’ve started with that instead of wasting time suggesting normal activities. Honestly, Levi, I was fully prepared to spend the evening drinking and being a public nuisance, but a hunt? [She shifted slightly closer, unable to hide the anticipation creeping into her voice.] You’re making it very difficult to pretend I had other plans tonight. Tell me we’re hunting something dangerous, because I’d hate to get dressed up for disappointment when I could be chasing something through the dark with you instead.

@sinfulsitter 
            
            Ah of course. My apologies. [  He mused, tilting his head towards her when she settled more comfortably next to him. His arm remained lax behind her back as he listened to her speak, each word a temptation in itself. She was a demon after all, and he wasn't far from one either. Smiling, he shook his head at her guesses, and his cold hand moved to brush a loose strand of hair from her face. ] that is all too low for you. [ He whispered, and tucked her hair behind her ear, using the moment to briefly cup her face in his cold hand. ] Petty crimes... it would insult your strenght, wouldn't it? [ Levi met her gaze, his own sharp and cruel in its brightness. The smile that followed was crowned in sharp canines. ] I say we go for a hunt.

@FANGEDFXCK 
            
            [Velatrix let out a quiet scoff, shaking her head as she settled more comfortably beside him.] You’re forgetting homicidal. [A faint smirk tugged at her lips as her molten gaze met his.] Which feels like a pretty important detail. Beautiful, observant, good sense of humor, occasionally responsible for grievous bodily harm… [She tilted her head thoughtfully.] Honestly, Levi, most people hear that list and start backing away slowly. [A beat passed before her smile widened slightly.] Then again, most people aren’t you. [Her shoulder brushed his lightly as she leaned back into the couch.] So what are we doing tonight? Drinking irresponsibly? Petty crime? Breaking into somewhere we’re absolutely not supposed to be? [She glanced at him from the corner of her eye.] Or are we trying something truly reckless and pretending to be normal for a few hours?

@sanguinaes 
            
            Velatrix stared at the cake in silence, her gaze lingering on every detail he’d chosen for her. She had already known why he’d done it. Sebastian wasn’t complicated in that way. He cared, and when he cared, he acted on it. She’d understood that from the moment she walked through the door and saw the decorations. But understanding it and feeling it were two entirely different things. The reality of it struck now with almost painful force. This wasn’t a favor. It wasn’t a bargain. There were no hidden motives waiting beneath the surface. He had spent time, effort, and genuine thought on her simply because he wanted her to be happy. The gratitude that surged through her chest was so overwhelming it left her standing strangely motionless, as though her body didn’t know what to do with an emotion this large. For once, sarcasm failed her. So did words. Even physical affection felt inadequate somehow, incapable of conveying the weight of what she was feeling. Slowly, she stepped closer to the cake and closed her eyes, letting the candlelight warm her face. When she made her wish, it wasn’t for power, freedom, or revenge. It was for this feeling to remain. For this home. For this friendship. For the impossible kindness she’d found when she’d never expected to deserve it. When she finally opened her eyes and blew out the candle, she watched the thin ribbon of smoke curl upward before looking back at Sebastian. Her throat tightened painfully. “Thank you,” she said quietly. It sounded small compared to what she felt, but it was all she could manage. Because if she tried to explain the rest, she feared the gratitude lodged in her chest might break her apart completely.

“ way to rush the surprise. ” the vampire chides, walking over to the cake stand that was on the counter. maybe he’d gone a little overboard with the red and black of it all but it all felt so perfect and seemed to pay off. “ i asked them to go a little crazy with the bloody letters but i figured that’s the least i could do for my emotional support demon. ” he smiles, grabbing the large novelty candle he’d grabbed with a giant number one in red glitter topping off a dark chocolate cherry cake. 
            
            he’d organized everything to be near each other before hand. the red lighter is switched on, and he lights the top of the candle, moving out of the way. “ i’d sing but i think you’d literally bite my head off so, ” he gestures with a nod toward the cake, “ make your wish and don’t tell me what it is. ” 

@sanguinaes 
            
            / HES SO PRECIOUS 
            
            Velatrix stared at him for a moment longer than necessary, the words happy birthday settling heavily somewhere beneath her ribs. It wasn’t the decorations or the piñata that got to her—it was him. The fact that he’d remembered. The fact that he’d done all of this without expecting anything in return, simply because he wanted to celebrate her. A demon. The realization struck with surprising force, warm enough to make her chest ache. Then he mentioned cake, and every profound thought immediately vanished. Her molten eyes widened and a grin spread across her face before she could stop it. “You have cake?” The question came out with an almost childlike amount of enthusiasm. She pointed at him accusingly, already moving in his direction. “Sebastian, if you’ve been hiding cake from me this entire time, I’m going to be extremely offended.” The threat carried absolutely no conviction. Beneath the excitement lingered something softer, something that made her chest feel painfully full. For perhaps the first time in centuries, Velatrix felt what it was like to be celebrated rather than feared, and somehow that was far more overwhelming than any terror Hell had ever thrown at her.

@sinfulsitter 
            
            / YOPPEE YAAY

@taskdemo 
            
            / YAY!!! I’m so excited lol any interactions are a win to me lol!!

@sinfulsitter 
            
            / i still have my fallen angel oc who i could never part with so perhaps i may bring some others back , we shall see..

I am neeedddinnngg some dark stuff for this boyyyyy

O.o

@sanguinaes 
            
            [The hug caught her completely off guard. For a moment, Velatrix simply froze, her mind struggling to process the gesture at all. Demons were feared, obeyed, tolerated at best. They were not held. They were not wanted. Yet here Sebastian was, speaking as though her absence would leave a hole behind. The realization struck harder than any blade ever had. A knot of fear tightened painfully in her chest as she imagined Hell dragging her away and returning her to what she had been before—cold, obedient, empty. Worse still was the realization that the thought hurt because of him.]
            
            [Slowly, almost awkwardly, her arms lifted and wrapped around him in return. The embrace was hesitant at first, as though she expected the moment to disappear if she held it too tightly, but her grip eventually tightened on its own. She lowered her head against his shoulder and shut her eyes, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the ache behind them. ] You’re making this very difficult. [A weak, breathless laugh escaped her.] I spent centuries convincing myself I didn’t need anyone, and then you came along and ruined all that work. [Her voice softened afterward, quieter than he’d probably ever heard it.] I don’t want to go either… and I think that’s what scares me the most.

a pit of dread falls in his stomach, feeling heavy at the thought of her going back to that place. he wondered if she’d still have the same waves of emotion but be forced to act the same as she used to, or would her memories be erased completely and all change washed away. 
            
            for a moment he can’t find the words to speak and only gives her a hug. the moment she expressed any discomfort he’d pull away, but that’s all he could think to do. he smiles at her remark, breathing out with a quiet chuckle. he pulled away, shrugging slightly. 
            
            “ i’d fight for you to stay too. i know i can’t do nearly as much as you but— i don’t want you to leave. there’s still a million things you’ve gotta do. ”

@sanguinaes 
            
            / HIM BEING WORRIED OMDNSHHEJDJDJ I ADORE THEM SM
            
            Velatrix’s expression faltered. Not enough for most people to notice. Enough for him. For a moment, the usual sarcasm never came. No joke. No deflection. Just a tired demon standing in the aftermath of something she clearly wasn’t ready to talk about.
            
            “They could.” The admission left her quietly. Her molten eyes drifted toward the floor before returning to him. “If the throne decided I was no longer useful, there wouldn’t be much I could do about it.” A humorless smile tugged briefly at the corner of her mouth. “That’s the unfortunate thing about serving kings. They don’t usually ask for your opinion.”She folded her arms across her chest then, more to hold herself together than out of annoyance. “But I’m here.” A pause. “Bruised. Irritated. Slightly traumatized.”Another pause. “But here.” Her gaze lingered on him for a second longer than necessary. “And before you ask, no, I’m not going back.”The confidence returned slowly, though it felt more fragile than usual. “If Hell wants me, they’ll have to drag me there.” A faint smirk finally appeared. “And given how stubborn I’ve become lately, I imagine that’s going to be extremely annoying for everyone involved.”

@temptingnemesis 
            
            Velatrix immediately lowered her gaze the moment Lucifer’s voice shook through the room, her entire frame going rigid beneath the sheer infernal weight of his presence.
            
            The heat rolling off him scorched against her skin.
            
            “My king,” she answered quietly, carefully, shoulders drawn tighter as steam curled through the room around him.
            
            At the accusation, her molten eyes widened faintly before narrowing again in immediate denial.
            
            “No.” The word left her quickly. “There is no attachment.”
            
            Her hands curled tightly at her sides.
            
            “He became unstable before the corruption settled properly,” she continued, voice controlled despite the fear pressing beneath it. “Distrustful of Heaven. Distrustful of Hell. Emotional fixation was… unintended.”
            
            Lucifer’s rage made the floor beneath her feet feel unbearably hot now.
            
            Velatrix swallowed hard before lowering her head further.
            
            “I did not encourage affection,” she said firmly, though quieter this time. “I followed your will exactly as ordered.”
            
            A pause.
            
            “But the prophecy is no longer unfolding correctly.”