What If I Tell You, I Made A Bet With The Devil...{ Savior only; Rated R }

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" No! Father!" Deimos screeched aloud, his claws driving into the soft soil beneath him. His father's dying breath heaved and crackled. The large beast towered over his father, letting a tear roll down the side of his face before landing onto dead leaves below. Silence struck and Deimos moaned in sheer sadness for his father. You could see down his fine shaped body the bullet wound where the hunter had shot him at. Doctealin; Deimos father, slowly rose his head up just a tad to whisper a telling in his son's pricked ears. " If you've got one shot. Make it real." Stunned and also confused by his father's words, Deimos closed his eyes and just simply nodded. " Yes father," He murmured. His father resting his head back down on the Earth surface, before his breaths slowly began to fade. And he lyed their dead.
Moments passed, and the slightest rustle was heard. With quick reflexes Deimos leaped forward to stand over his father. Snarling inbetween clenched fangs, his ears laced back into the bristling sea of fur. His bright eyes flashed from one shadow to the next, until finally something stalked it's way from underneath a low hanging tree. Revealing it's terrifying looks, and the eyes on the beast were blazing with a flaming red. Deimos widened his eyes at the creature, his unknown features and coloring coat were remarkabely excruciating. With a snake-like tongue and spiked tail made Deimos' spine shiver. Another tear fell and the creature before him bent down to slowly lick along side the dead body of his father. Grinning, the beast straightened up to now tower over Deimos. Shaking his head in confusion at the large male, he shrunk back a little. His head in a low bow, his eyes were still pinned to his cranium until the faint ripple of the creatures voice rung in his ears. The creature narrowed his eyes down at Deimos, snorting he threw out a piece offering. Not really, but you get the point. Deimos jerked back as the paper hit his muzzle, he dared not look up at the beast. " Sign." A loud crackling voice echoed. Flinching back at his voice, drawing in a deep sigh before shaking his head. " What is this for?" Deimos spoke softly, almost shuddering to speak. The laughter of the creature before him stung his ear drums, squinting at the laugh he shrunk back more. Wrapping his tail around him. The unknown creature that was known as the Devil. The lord of the underworld if you will, he shook his massive head and stomped a rough paw down on the Earth surface. Making it shake and ripple with the power he possessed. " Listen closely Mortal!" He roared in a deep voice. " You sign this offering and I will give you your father's life back." Deimos gasped lightly, throwing his head up to glare at the horrifying beast. Nodding slowly, he glanced over at his father then the paper in front of him. He drew a massive paw forward but before he could another crackling voice spoke. " But if I give you your father's life back, you have to give me your Mortal soul. You will be cursed with the demon 'Genocide'. Now is that a bet?" Deimos widened his eyes, choking on his words before spitting them out. " Yes, it's a bet." He spoke then pressed his paw on the paper. As he did the Devil bent down and touched his forehead. The sudden rush of pain struck through him. Deimos groaned in sheer pain, standing slowly to his paws and snorting. His head shaking rapidly, his face beginning to change into a skull like form. He tried to hold back the demon but it was too strong for him. Only seconds later the true form of the Genocide demon was revealed, and Deimos was no more then a shadow behind his new self. Hunger thriving the demon, he let out a screech. The Devil grinned, looking down at the father before touching his shoulder blade and turning him into dust, before the Devil himself vanished into thin-air. Deimos snarled and flashed off into the night, his massive body breaking trees as he made his way throughout the forest. " Hungry!" The demon yowled, stopping at a mountain top before letting out a cry. Then he vanished and set out to feed.

Deimos sneered, picking up his pace. His large frame thundering down the valley. His paws burning the delicate sand beneath him as he ran. He was bristling with ambition, but also excitement for tonight. He turned a sharp corner and slowed to a trot, his enormous body swaying between the ruins of buildings. The desert sand lacing through his coat, he snorted. A rippling growl reflecting as he slowly made his way up into a tower. The silence of the dead town rung in his ears, the blazing sun making him sweat. Grunting as he laid down for a nap, awaiting for tonight so he could thrive his demon's hunger. Since the day he had made the bet with the Devil, Deimos has suffered the pain and agony with the curse he had put on him. It has been over 20 years since then, and has been searching for the one who put this dreadful curse on him. He knows that the Devil is weak on Earth, and the only thing that brings him power his by the.. The Bet... The only thing that helps him stay alive on Earth. But Deimos knows a way he can be stopped. It just takes time and patience to control the power of his demon.. As it has for years.
Deimos groaned, feeling the demon pressing against him, the only thing standing between him and Genocide was his mortal soul. He sneered, drawing himself into a ball and letting out a loud scream of pain. Then suddenly a ripple echoed and laughter crackled. A large grin was replaced and his normal looks were deceived once again. He growled, leaping out from the window and flashing off through the night. Flames bursting up around his head and paws. " Hungry.." A deep voice vibrated. He was off to feed on the souls of the bad. Once again the demon had won this battle from getting out.

{ Looking for a female who is in danger. But was also cursed by the Devil, she has a son whom is the offspring of the Devil.}

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[[ Thanks so much for holding this :3 I'll reply, but don't judge if it fails haha. I'm not sure if I can match yours ]]

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The smirk that held Charlie's lips in a curl was little more than a facade as she crouched down before the mysterious wolf. His massive body and strange, flame red coloring was enticingly dangerous. He watched her, and she lifted her snout to meet his eyes. Amber eyes met dark black ones, and the smirk lowered from Charlie's lips. He was eerie, almost supernatural. A soft echoed off the tree trunks of the dark forest trail, and a booming chuckle chased it through the vegetation. "Stand up, Darling" His voice was smooth, but burned. It rolled like a compliment from his tongue, but the words were a command that she couldn't resist. Her joints moved freely as they pushed her slender frame off the ground. Still, she stood at his shoulders. Their snouts were a meter away, but his breath smelled sharp, edgy like the scent of smoke. He let out a massive breath, and the warm air clouded around his nostrils. A shiver ran it's black fingertips down her spine and lowered her tail between her legs. A whine fled her throat before she managed words. "W-who are you?" She said softly, her normally abrupt and obnoxious voice small like a hurt child. His eyes, black as coal, narrowed with his firghtening grin. "You know me, everyone knows me" He said, without raising his voice. The sheer power that passed his vocal cords was enough to send her off. Her legs thrust forward as she spun around and she dashed away from him through the trees. Her best bet was there, his massive body would be harder to manuever than hers. Her tongue lolled out in a pant, and she tucked her ears back in an attempt to speed up. "What's wrong?" A voice boomed, and just as she opened her eyes her feet dug hard agaisnt the soil. Her claws tearing tiny trenches in the foliage. He had practically materialized before her. "Go away!" She cried out, wishing she hadn't followed the male down the trail. This time, curiosity would have its way with her. Charlie whirled around, and her snout tapped the burning heat of who could only be defined as the Devil. A yelp played in the air, and she jumped back. He thrust forward, and the glossy black of her coat caught in his sharp fangs. He pulled her towards him and she turned to bite back. Her body froze, and it all went to blackness before she could taste his wretched blood.

"Loki!" Charlotte's voice snarled in the fog that held close to the swamp's floor. A disgusting sound came from her left, and her head snapped to face it. Loki lifted his paw from the reach of a spot of mud that smelled of rotting plants. "Uhhggg gross" He wailed, and desparately tried to shake the slime from his chocolate brown coat. His flame red eyes eerily glowing through the tendrils of fog. The morning was dark, and muggy. "Get over here, mutt" She spat, and he moved to her side. A grumble escaped his lips, and he shoved her harshly. His larger frame bumped her further than he expected, and her satin black coat sunk into the disgusting mud. A snarl clawed its way out of Charlie, and she pulled her soiled body from the muck. "You are the most irresponsible" She started, shaking her body and sending black mud everywhere. "Immature" She added, her amber eyes turning to glare into his. "Pain in my rump I've ever managed to run into!" She spat, and stomped off, continuing towards their destination. He growled, but didn't want to fight in this disturbed landscape. Loki loped after her, coughing as the scent of the churned swamp burned down his throat.

Charlie sighed as she pulled her hind paws from the last of the swamp. The mud sucking on her toes as if trying to pull her into its depths. The thought crept into her mind, and eerily reminded her of why she was here and where she was going. A shiver pulled and shook her muscles, and she tucked her rump as she jumped away from the swamp. Loki followed calmly, unfazed by the darkness below. Half of him came from the inferno, so he had no reason to worry. Rolling her eyes, Charlie took off at a sprint along the old, cracked sidewalk. Loki followed, enjoying the stillness that fell upon the abondoned city. Charlotte led her son through the old asphalt roads, and eventually ended up on the main street. She lowered her midnight black snout to the hot concrete of the sidewalk and took in the scent of a recent wolf. Her hackles lifted and Loki cocked his head. Smelling the spot as well, he shrugged lightly as though the twisted demon that hid behind the scent was of his kin. Charlie growled and looked up around her, hoping to see the creature in flesh. She got the chilling feeling that they were being watched, and she searched even more intently.

Charlotte~


Loki~

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Deimos thundered down the valley, grunts and huffs vibrated in his throat. Bright red flames burst up around him. His coat flashing an eerie midnight black. The night was still, but the prey stirred as he suddenly stopped too smell the heaitng scent of two wolves. He lifted his skull-like head upward. The breeze sending their familiar idenity up his flaring nostrils. His eye sockets glowed a bright flaming red snarling loudly to leaping forward and he vanished in thin-air. Out of know where he reappeared next to building. Sneers and rippling chuckles reflected as he carefully exaimed the two. He could smell the blood of the devil in one. " A spawn." He grumbled deeply, snorting he narrowed his eye sockets. When she senced his presence he grinned. Finally showing his terrifying form to them, he crakcled a laugh like the joker. He towered over the two, silence struck and only the bursting of his flames shone brightly.

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Charlie's eyes fell upon the chilling sight of the wolf-like demon. A snarl tore past her teeth and into the still air. It seemed as though the wind itself dared not blow. She let her hackles stand on end and the skin of her nose lifted in hisgh ridges to reveal her snow-white fangs. Her ears clasped back against her skull and she slapped her right forepaw against the cracked cement. "What do you want?" She snapped, her voice was low but still held the seductive feminine ring. Loki cocked an eyebrow suspiciously at the male wolf, but soon caught on to his dark intent. He crouched down, only then standing shoulder to shoulder with his smaller mother. Loki was more of a silver tongue than a flying fist, but he was in no way weak. He'd fight to protect his mother, just as he'd fight with anyone to get his way.

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Deimos sneered but didn't say anything in responce. He let his swaying motions flicker with strength he possessed. He wasn't at all timid nor scared by the two. He could take them both on and win. He vibrated a growl before looking up at the moonlit night. He smirked, looking back down at the new commers. He searched through their souls, he found a trace of bad in them, but then the devil's mark. He let a thundering roar echo, stomping his paw roughly on the cement. He broke it, creating a lareg gap in the Earth surfce below. HE shook his head; irritated at the moment. OOC; Sorry go short I g2g

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Loki's eyes narrowed at the strange feeling that soon clutched his chest. He felt like a thousand little wings were slapping against his ribs and heart. A loud snort vibrated his nostrils and he glared up at the large male. He suddenly burst into a roar of sorts, and Loki growled low in his throat. Charlie shook her obsidian colored pelt free of the two wolves surrounding her. Both of their souls were tainted beyond repair from Satan, and she knew it. No, she didn't know it, she Felt it. It was something better described as a weight that grew heavier in the air with the addition of the two. Her soul was charred, but not badly. She still held her sanity and tried her hardest to follow the path of good and not evil. Her amber eyes widened at the larger male as he seemed to throw a fit of massive proportions. She straightened herself but did not retreat. "Answer me!" She demanded, her jaws popping together made a sound similar to the crunching of bones. It echoed off the lonesome buildings that loomed above the three misguided creatures.

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The Genocide demon roared in brutal fury, he let chains whisk aorund him. Snapping at the Earth surface making a eerie bone chilling screetch as it collided with the concrete. As the chains vertically swirled around him, before intertwining with eachother. Locking into a perfectly shaped ball of metal protective circle. As the chains rattle harshly, vibrating against his skeleton body. Darkness was the utmost painful and fearless element that could destroy the most powerful demons. Which indeed the Genocide demon possessed that power. To make everyone's life a living hell.. Deimos read the minds of them both, but nothing was heard deep in their thoughts. He cocked his head too the side, a crackle echoed and flames burst out wildly. Striking with grave force. He didn't answer her just stared at her with a meaningful glare. He let a ripple sound, flashing sharp daggers at the male who thought he could out wit him. For as long as he's been alive and this demon that seemed to control his every move. There was no way in Hell this spawn of the Devil was gonna be able to defeat him in a battle. He had no words too tell only crackles of laugher a curling screetch.

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Charlie would never get used to this sort of being.
She had been locked up, tortured, raped, and nearly murdered by the devil and those beneath him, but she could never get used to them. Charlotte's ears swiveled as a low growl burned from Loki's throat, and she snapped at him quickly. He glared over at her, and then looked back at the strange ball of chains that cased bones and flames. "Stop" He said, his voice deep but not intimidating. "This won't get you anywhere" He added, and Charlie glanced over at him. Loki could tell that he hadn't done wrong by the way that her eyes were softened. He noticed how the amber seemed to burn into flames as she turned her gaze back to the male. "I don't work for him." She said, but it was quiet. Loki worked to hear what she had said but failed, he knew it had been her intention. Enraged by her secrecy with this stranger, he turned and thrust his forepaws aginst her side. Charlie's smaller frame fell beneath his weight and his hot breath fogged across her eyesight. "What was that?!" He growled, his nose wrinkled into several ridges. Charlie squirmed, but knew it was hopeless. "Get off me, Loki, you need me" She grunted between forced breaths. His weight was pushing against her ribs. He snorted, angered once more that he actually did need his mother. With a heave of a motion, he pulled his body off his mother and tucked his ears back. "If you weren't of use to me I'd have killed you long ago" He grumbled, his breath coming as a hiss as it slid between his canines.

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Deimos watched them carefully, he narrowed his eye sockets. Listening to their words, even though their figures were blurry he could clearly see the male shove the fae down roughly. This made Deimos angry not the demon, suddenly he roared. Lashing out wildly at the male, he brung him down before him. Claws driving into his throat, he snneered. His enormous frame rippled with strength and he pressed down harder. Even though he knew this brute couldn't possibly be killed for he was a spawn of the Devil, but surely Deimos could win in a battle against this unworthy beast. He let a crackle vibrate, his head beginning to rotate as he stared into the eyes of the brute. A light eerie chill reflected and instantly Deimos leaped off him. Watching as the sun rose high, he growled. Whirling around to vanish behind a building, he let out a curling scream of sheer pain. Silence struck moments after that, he shook his head. Stumbling too catch his balance as he rna into a wall. Shaking his head rapidly he strolled out into the blazing sun. He snarled at the male, " Hey what's wrong with you attacking a fae like that! Don't you have any sense!" HE roared, helping the fae up. " You okay?" He asked, gulping if they noticed the scent off him. Which they probably will since obviously the young brute was the Devil's offspring.

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Loki cried out at the weight that slammed against him, and once he gathered his bearings,
a deadly snarl ripped past his teeth. He snapped his jaws inches from the male's snout, then stood when he was relieved of the male's burden. Charlie growled protectively at the male, but accepted his help. Curiously, he seemed to have changed attitudes within seconds. Snorting, she glared at the male as she moved towards her son's side. "Are you going to answer me now?" She snapped, and Loki looked down at his mother. His breath came out in a huff, but he didn't tackle her as he did before. The dangerously large male wasn't anybody he'd care to wrestle, especially since he seemed to be poisoned with a demon. Loki's sense couldn't quite place the name of the demon, which frustrated him. Snorting, Loki stamped his paw into the cracked concrete, holding back his power. Charlotte's amber eyes burned towards the male, whom she knew was either working willingly for the devil, or forced to cooperate due to a lost bet. Her obvious discontent with that fact shone through her twitching tail, which thrashed back and forth repeatedly. Anybody close to Satan was her enemy, even her son. She never trusted Loki, and Charlie doubted she ever would.

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Deimos let out a threatening growl at the male who thought he was higher rank than him. " Watch who you're talking to!" He snarled at him, snapping powerful jaws at his maw that seemed too shattered against eachother like crunching bones. He shook his massive head before glaring down at the two, shaking his matted fur and rotating his head too groom it straight out again. He turned his attention back towards the fae not the young brute. He stiffened. " I am Deimos." He stated simply. His muscles tensing and shuffling against his think aray of fur. His bright deceiving eyes shove brightly, the quick flashing of the demon fluttering in them like lightning bolts striking dwon painfully on someone's soul.

[Saviour]

Loki snarled at the male who claimed to be a higher rank than he.
Sure Loki was but a teenager, but he wasn't just a demon. His father was Satan himself, and he told himself that once he met him, Loki would rule by his side. His mother, well... She would be reduced to a mere slave, for that was what she deserved. Charlie brisled as her amber eyes recognized the controlled chaos within his. She snorted softly, and looked over at Loki. "I need to talk to him alone, go find something to do" She told him, but the power in her voice seemed less than intimidating to the massive yearling. Loki snarled at her command, but decided there must be something to stalk or destroy in this forsaken town. With the swivel of his back paws, Loki was off and out of earshot. Charlotte turned back to the demonic being, her ears laced back but her tail was tucked low. "What is your business with Him?" She spat, clearly disgruntled by the animal who worked for the male who had brutally attacked her not long ago.

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Deimos sneered, watching the yearlings movements. HE snarled at him when he vanished. HE shook his massive frame as his muscles rippled through-out his entire body. He settled himself before answering the fae before him. " Don't play dumb with me! I know he's the spawn of the Devil! I can smell it on him!" He snapped, lip peeling back. " He reeks of his scent!" He added firmly.

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Charlie's growl was low in her throat and it caused her chest to vibrate.
"You don't think I know that?!" She snapped, her jaws popping and her ears pressing harder to her fur. "You think that was optional?" She growled the words, and sat down to try to calm herself. "Answer me" She said.

[[ Gah, sorry ]]

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Deimos sneered, the small hairs on his back stood on end. He snapped at her maw, " You are starting too aggravate me!" He spat bitterly. He then shook his ehad, eyes glowing in true rage. " Answer you! I already did! Can't you hear! Are you deaf?" He spat harshly.

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Charlie growled and stood up, but she forced herself not to snap back at him.
"I asked you whaat your business with Satan was" She said slowly, her voice growing with anger as she proceeded. Her eyes narrowed, and her hackles raised as his did.

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Deimos snarled, lip peeling back too show glossy white pearls of dragon-like daggers. He stomped a rough paw down, turning away from her and stalking off. He called over his shoulder. " Known of your damn business." He spat bitterly through clenched fangs.

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Charlie watched unfazed as he stamped his paw, obviously frustrated by her question.
She heard his words and instantly bounded after him. "Tell me, now. You clearly aren't willingly a follower" Charlotte spoke, her ears pricking up in anticipation of his answer.

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Deimos sneered not looking down at her. He just kept on walking before turning into a building and slamming the door with his massive head. He roared loudly, " It's not for you too know!" He growled and laid down into the darkness of his den.

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Charlie went to follow him into the building, but jumped
back quickly to avoid catching the door on her nose. Her ears fell back in surprise. Charlotte scratched at the door and sat beside it. "Come on, I think we can help each other" She said, a sigh falling at the end of her words.

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Deimos snarled and growled at her. He spat in irritation. " My past will be left unsaid." He spoke with full rage as she kept aging him on.

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Charlie rolled her eyes at him and turned her
attention to a stray cat as it filtered through an overturned waster barrel. "Are you for him, or against him?" She said at last. Her decision was that no matter his story, she would work with him if they both wanted free of His rein.

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Deimos growled low in his throat, rumbling it like a lion's roar. He snapped lightly, " Against him!" He said ruthlessly.

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Charlie snorted at his snarls and scratched at the door again. "Then which are you fighting me?!" She snapped back, though she wasn't truly angry. Just frustrated, both because of her situation and because of his behavior.

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