Impregnating a Demon
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,400
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Impregnating a Demon
Glycol discription:
Glycol usually appears as a 6 foot tall Maine coon Cat with a dark grey tabby striping and coloring to his hide, with creamy white chest fur. His eyes look normal unless you catch them in the right light at the right angles, etc etc. They Look like a normal rich colored emerald green that almsot seems to shimmer with power, with regular black Iris', but if you catch him in the right mood or his eyes at the right angle, you will see his Iris' are actually a Deep and shimmering almost metalic Royal purple. He was once an English Nobleman who delighted in causing suffering and everlasting pain to those he hated, but also Bringing love, care and help to those under his protection or care and love. He dabled a little in the pagan trades and Alchemy, and ended up summoning a Demonic God who thus in turn riped Gly's soul into shreds and cuased him pain and suffering the likes of which only the gods know the ends of. This Demon God Called himself Leviathionscra. He thusly striped Gly down and brought him to the hells, and remade Gly into what he is now, a Servant of the beast, and a literal Tool of the beast Leviathionscra. Glycol is a litteral Walking Soul Well. He eats absorbs and just collects souls now, though his old personality still lives on and he can be very caring to those he cares for. Gly has Tentacles, up to 6 can pop out of his back, but each can split into many many more smaller tentacles. Be wary of his Tentacles. He uses them for more then just fucking and breeding. He can absorb souls quickly and easily through them and has been romoured to do so. All of the tentacle info is only known as romours to those who havent fatally met him
Damion discription:
Damion is something of a mystery to all that do not know him really well. He keeps to himself mostly and generally just doesn't say much. He lets his actions speak for him. He is 6'6" tall. no one has really seen his face. he wears a partial mask that covers it from the nose down. His eyes are gold mixed with blood red, almost a swirling mix. He has gold colored horns protruding from his head at either side of his forehead. The rest of him is shrouded in a dark shadow that shifts with him, almost revealing what is hidden behind it, but not. When the light hits him just right, a slight glint of armor can be seen through the shadows. He has very dark red, almost black shaggy hair. His ears are hidden untill a breeze manages to catch his hair just right to reveal upswept, furry black, pointed ears
Yetan discription:
Yetan, a fox tailed human standing 5"7", Carrying a boa staff to fight and slay demons under commission of assorted towns, Wearing an ancient leather hide armor proudly
evoked with the powers pasted down by a kitsune race, He only slays demons for the income but would truly rather get into the business of assassination, although renowned about his hunting talents no word of Yetan's personal life is known. Yetan's dark brown hair is only complemented with the white tips of fur on the ends of his human ears. Yetan is generally never amused with intellectual actions but his Bright orange tail says the opposite. No one has gotten close to Yetan to ever learn more about him.
Chapter 1
Damion sits on a bench in the park in thought. Long burried memories of his past have been surfacing lately and something had to have trigered it. It was the dead of night, so he felt comfortable enough to drop his shadow facade. No one usually came to the park in the middle of the night anyways. Damion carefully lowers his mask to place a tosted pumpkin seed in his mouth reveling in the soft crunch it makes. He lays his head back and closes his striking eyes in hopes of remebering. Images flash through his head and finally one memory comes forward.
******************************** Memory sequence ****************************************
It was a cold dark day in late november. Something had beeh killing the locals in a small town. Damion was just wondering through when a lady ran hysterically through the town screaming. Apparently something had taken her child. Somthing horible, with tenticals and a tail. The lady was bleeding profusely, and colasped on the gound very close to death. Damion sighed. "So much for my vacation" he muttered to no one inpertcular. He pulled his cloak slightly closer to him as a cold breeze blew across him. He looked from the lady to where she had came from and with another sigh started following the trail of blood in hopes of finding the thing that was causing so much trouble. The trail led him to a small hut on the outskirts of the town. Damion drew his sword and inspected the house, always on guard. No one was there except the dust bunnies. He went towards the back door and noticed that it was slightly open. He carefully stepped out into the small yard and noticed that the fence had a hole in it and a trail of blackish ooze.
*********************************** End Memory *****************************************
Damion keeps his eyes closed in hopes the rest of the memory surfaces, but it remains lost to him for now. With a sigh, he allows his thoughts to wander, wondering where they will lead.
Yetan briskly walking threw the park in hopes some job opportunity would arise crosses paths with that of the dark figure sighing on the bench, eyeing him as he walks passed he inadvertently steps on a small twig breaking it in two, bringing unwanted attention to him from the dark figure. Damion snaps out of his revere at the sound of the twig snapping and swiftly pulls up his mask, shadows rushing to him like guards shilding a king from an arrow.
"Who are you and why have you come here?" demands Damion. "I should say the same for You!" Yetan exclames in defense,"yet I am suprised there are people who still don't know Me, no matter... I am Yetan, I was just passing though, and who be you?" "I should say the same for You!" Yetan exclames in
defense,"yet I am suprised there are people who still don't know Me, no matter... I am Yetan, I was just passing though, and who be you?" Damion eyes the man infront of him. 'Wait, that is not a man, he has a tail' Damion realizes. "Who I am is of no consiquence. What do you want and what are you doing here? Speak now before I get angry." Raising his brow in this response as his tail flicks from side to side he replies with "Now now, do not snip at me" with a hint of arrogance before he realized the two golden horns of the demon through the shadows. "I not here to get in a fight why im here has nothing to do with You" Yetan explanes as he undermines the words 'yet' under his breath.
"Will You Two Shut your blithering Mouths and Stop trying to Assert your Arrogance over one another! You're Ruining my View of hte Beautiful star filled sky with your blabbering on Who is who and more Arrogantly Idiotic!" A Slightly English /New Englandish Voice shouted out from the darkness of several benches down where several Street lamps that lit the walkway through the park seemed to just be out. The person sat back and just relaxed, sighing softly to himself and admired the beauty of the everlasting night sky and its stars once again after having said his peice in their conversation... Damion's eyes snap over to the new "intruder" to his comforting solitude, less then pleased. He sizes up what he can see of the latest addition to the conversation. "This is no consern
or yours stranger, stay out of it if you know what is good for you."
----------------------------------End for now, more later--------------------------------
Please read and review, I am hoping to have more chapters up sometime soon. Lemony goodness in later chapters. Be kind, it is my first fic that I have writen, and stems from a RP that I am doing with two friends Glycol and Naosu, so please give them props as well.
Glycol usually appears as a 6 foot tall Maine coon Cat with a dark grey tabby striping and coloring to his hide, with creamy white chest fur. His eyes look normal unless you catch them in the right light at the right angles, etc etc. They Look like a normal rich colored emerald green that almsot seems to shimmer with power, with regular black Iris', but if you catch him in the right mood or his eyes at the right angle, you will see his Iris' are actually a Deep and shimmering almost metalic Royal purple. He was once an English Nobleman who delighted in causing suffering and everlasting pain to those he hated, but also Bringing love, care and help to those under his protection or care and love. He dabled a little in the pagan trades and Alchemy, and ended up summoning a Demonic God who thus in turn riped Gly's soul into shreds and cuased him pain and suffering the likes of which only the gods know the ends of. This Demon God Called himself Leviathionscra. He thusly striped Gly down and brought him to the hells, and remade Gly into what he is now, a Servant of the beast, and a literal Tool of the beast Leviathionscra. Glycol is a litteral Walking Soul Well. He eats absorbs and just collects souls now, though his old personality still lives on and he can be very caring to those he cares for. Gly has Tentacles, up to 6 can pop out of his back, but each can split into many many more smaller tentacles. Be wary of his Tentacles. He uses them for more then just fucking and breeding. He can absorb souls quickly and easily through them and has been romoured to do so. All of the tentacle info is only known as romours to those who havent fatally met him
Damion discription:
Damion is something of a mystery to all that do not know him really well. He keeps to himself mostly and generally just doesn't say much. He lets his actions speak for him. He is 6'6" tall. no one has really seen his face. he wears a partial mask that covers it from the nose down. His eyes are gold mixed with blood red, almost a swirling mix. He has gold colored horns protruding from his head at either side of his forehead. The rest of him is shrouded in a dark shadow that shifts with him, almost revealing what is hidden behind it, but not. When the light hits him just right, a slight glint of armor can be seen through the shadows. He has very dark red, almost black shaggy hair. His ears are hidden untill a breeze manages to catch his hair just right to reveal upswept, furry black, pointed ears
Yetan discription:
Yetan, a fox tailed human standing 5"7", Carrying a boa staff to fight and slay demons under commission of assorted towns, Wearing an ancient leather hide armor proudly
evoked with the powers pasted down by a kitsune race, He only slays demons for the income but would truly rather get into the business of assassination, although renowned about his hunting talents no word of Yetan's personal life is known. Yetan's dark brown hair is only complemented with the white tips of fur on the ends of his human ears. Yetan is generally never amused with intellectual actions but his Bright orange tail says the opposite. No one has gotten close to Yetan to ever learn more about him.
Chapter 1
Damion sits on a bench in the park in thought. Long burried memories of his past have been surfacing lately and something had to have trigered it. It was the dead of night, so he felt comfortable enough to drop his shadow facade. No one usually came to the park in the middle of the night anyways. Damion carefully lowers his mask to place a tosted pumpkin seed in his mouth reveling in the soft crunch it makes. He lays his head back and closes his striking eyes in hopes of remebering. Images flash through his head and finally one memory comes forward.
******************************** Memory sequence ****************************************
It was a cold dark day in late november. Something had beeh killing the locals in a small town. Damion was just wondering through when a lady ran hysterically through the town screaming. Apparently something had taken her child. Somthing horible, with tenticals and a tail. The lady was bleeding profusely, and colasped on the gound very close to death. Damion sighed. "So much for my vacation" he muttered to no one inpertcular. He pulled his cloak slightly closer to him as a cold breeze blew across him. He looked from the lady to where she had came from and with another sigh started following the trail of blood in hopes of finding the thing that was causing so much trouble. The trail led him to a small hut on the outskirts of the town. Damion drew his sword and inspected the house, always on guard. No one was there except the dust bunnies. He went towards the back door and noticed that it was slightly open. He carefully stepped out into the small yard and noticed that the fence had a hole in it and a trail of blackish ooze.
*********************************** End Memory *****************************************
Damion keeps his eyes closed in hopes the rest of the memory surfaces, but it remains lost to him for now. With a sigh, he allows his thoughts to wander, wondering where they will lead.
Yetan briskly walking threw the park in hopes some job opportunity would arise crosses paths with that of the dark figure sighing on the bench, eyeing him as he walks passed he inadvertently steps on a small twig breaking it in two, bringing unwanted attention to him from the dark figure. Damion snaps out of his revere at the sound of the twig snapping and swiftly pulls up his mask, shadows rushing to him like guards shilding a king from an arrow.
"Who are you and why have you come here?" demands Damion. "I should say the same for You!" Yetan exclames in defense,"yet I am suprised there are people who still don't know Me, no matter... I am Yetan, I was just passing though, and who be you?" "I should say the same for You!" Yetan exclames in
defense,"yet I am suprised there are people who still don't know Me, no matter... I am Yetan, I was just passing though, and who be you?" Damion eyes the man infront of him. 'Wait, that is not a man, he has a tail' Damion realizes. "Who I am is of no consiquence. What do you want and what are you doing here? Speak now before I get angry." Raising his brow in this response as his tail flicks from side to side he replies with "Now now, do not snip at me" with a hint of arrogance before he realized the two golden horns of the demon through the shadows. "I not here to get in a fight why im here has nothing to do with You" Yetan explanes as he undermines the words 'yet' under his breath.
"Will You Two Shut your blithering Mouths and Stop trying to Assert your Arrogance over one another! You're Ruining my View of hte Beautiful star filled sky with your blabbering on Who is who and more Arrogantly Idiotic!" A Slightly English /New Englandish Voice shouted out from the darkness of several benches down where several Street lamps that lit the walkway through the park seemed to just be out. The person sat back and just relaxed, sighing softly to himself and admired the beauty of the everlasting night sky and its stars once again after having said his peice in their conversation... Damion's eyes snap over to the new "intruder" to his comforting solitude, less then pleased. He sizes up what he can see of the latest addition to the conversation. "This is no consern
or yours stranger, stay out of it if you know what is good for you."
----------------------------------End for now, more later--------------------------------
Please read and review, I am hoping to have more chapters up sometime soon. Lemony goodness in later chapters. Be kind, it is my first fic that I have writen, and stems from a RP that I am doing with two friends Glycol and Naosu, so please give them props as well.