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but .. progress . maybe . the demons moods were always unpredictable—- weird and shifty , always hard for the composer to pick up on .
“ I’ve brought you gifts—- the best I could find , my lord . ”
inky digits then take hold of the flower , lifting it above himself .. staring . engrossed with such a small gift .
even the smallest things meant the world to him , that is , if it was from the demon .
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𓆩The Ink Demon held the flower out, ink sliding down his claws and falling in thick streams that splattered against the floor with a wet sound. His lack of movement was more threatening than any attack, he did not need to move to impose his presence.𓆪
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the item before he brings it down . holding it tightly against his chest .
“ thank you , my lord——— anything from you is a blessing . ”
surprised that they’ve gotten this far without getting himself torn to shreds
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reactions he’s been given previously .
“ a gift——— for me ? ”
tone is kept quiet , to scared to reach out and acquire it just yet in fear of the demon running off .
another successful summoning in his book .. hands are still kept together , head now lifting up to gaze upon the demon——- always so infatuated with the sight . horrifying to many , a beautiful creation to Sammy .
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𓆩The pounding of old pipes, the dragging of lost creatures through the halls, and the constant dripping of ink. The floor was covered in dark stains, the objects Sammy had brought scattered around the lifeless body in the center of the room,
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one worthy of such devotion .
his posture slouches , almost eerily , his gaze still locked upon the creature .. then directing it to the extended hand .
a little surprised at the gesture——- different from the
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the creaking—- how oddly familiar . the studio was full of noises .. cries , stomps , a lost one slamming its head nonstop into the nearest wall; but *that creaking was always familiar . he knew where it was from
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𓆩The ink demon walked through the halls, familiar with every corner of the studio. His heavy steps struck the old boards, making the floor creak and the surroundings respond to his presence.𓆪
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of said roar—— shoulders tense , hands gripping at eachother so tightly it could hurt .
“ I can hear you , my lord——- “ he announces once more . mumbling more phrases . some , pleading for the demons
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from his lord ! the last time was a close call , yet it only spurred him on more .
the body is dropped onto the center of the floor with a thud , items following short with a multitude of clatters .
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