Steve the Dolor

Name's Steve, a Dolor demon. [picks at my claws] Turn-ons are candlelit dinners, Journey & pissing off @Vitosius #SouthofHeaven #IntheBeginning 18+RP

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

[grins, claws clacking on the ground] Looks like twitter has expanded my menu. [slathers a forked tongue over my jowls]

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

[growls] Fuck you, skid mark. At least I have sense enough not to get hit by a foreign exchange student in a rental.

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-Our past began there. I supposed our future did, too, forged in fire and blood.] #SouthofHeaven #IntheBeginning

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-under him, eager for the fresh meat that Leviathan's trials provided. His ruby eyes met mine, searing hatred lighting them like a pyre.-

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-the carcass's ribcage and caught his wrist in a gnarled hand, pulling him out of the stagnant water and away from the beasts that churned-

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-smell the 'other' on him and would start to swarm, the mingling smells of rot and carrion already filtering into my nose. I slunk through-

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-and he... something even my predatory senses couldn't define. We were not for the pit. The creatures that inhabited this fetid swamp could-

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-meet the would-be seeker's eyes. We had but one thing in common. We were both different. I was neither downworlder or passable as human-

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-beneath a fallen Morbus demon I'd been gnawing on, eyes flashing up at the sound of a fumbled crash through the grove of death to -

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-In an instant I was overwhelmed, wrenched from my nest above Atlanta to the gnarled underbrush of the pits, peering out from my place -

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-tightening in snarls and whimpers as the rancid stench of urine and death pulled me back to the night I'd been bound to @Vitosius forever.-

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-stung my nostrils and I growled, memories twisting and curling behind my eyes to take hold. Even in sleep, my claws twitched, throat -

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-eyes went glassy, the darkening of the streets below me pulling me back to the night he'd branded my hide. The smells from the alley below-

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-back to my nest and settled in for the coming dawn, wings molding to me in a leather cocoon and curling my tail around my haunches. My-

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-branded on my thigh. Lucifer's sigil. The Throne who owned me, for all intents and purposes and the topsider, as well. I turned and padded-

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-worked it in precise angles and curves. Blinking double-pupiled eyes, I focused on what I'd done...a perfect reproduction of the symbol-

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-flattened against my back, lifting a claw to carve absently into the glass, the pane answering with a piercing whine as an ebony talon -

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-souls perched on the edge of damnation and they all hopped off like lemmings, right into Sheoul's flames. Membranous wings fanned and -

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-@Vitosius like moths to a flame with nothing more offered but a turn in his bed or a chemical escape from their bleak existence. Their-

[Steve the Dolor @Dolor_Demon]

-the window toward Ponce. Hairless apes. And all of them so eager to be corrupted by the temptation of flesh or drink. They flocked to-