lalisa's office [TW]

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ the fun had ended, it seemed, lalisa watched as the younger demon struggled to keep himself awake. he was so weak, so, so weak. too weak to be a demon — or was she just too strong that he could not handle her raw strength? it was a shame. she wondered how he had survived the revolt she had led against satan. too many demons had died back then, and she and satan had been scolded by lucifer because of the chaos the duo had done in hell — heck, that war had reached even the heavens and shook the world with their clash. ah, old times, she thought to herself with a pleasant smile on her lips. if only she could do that again, she wondered who would die this time. would someone finally be defeated? but there were rules to abide by, which seemed quite ironic, seeing as this was hell and the demons were being restricted by these rules.

it was ridiculous, really.

she let go of the man's guts, letting it fall to the floor, plopping into the pool of blood. she covered with the back of her hand as she yawned, blinking back sleepy tears — she was bored, very much so, now that her toy had gone and collapsed on her. how rude, really! she let out an exaggerated sigh, before she reached out to grab minghao's hair, burying her fingers within his long locks, and she began dragging the male through the room. even if she would like to kill him, completely obliterate him from existence, but in respect to leviathan, she would not.

his weight did not even bother her as she walked toward the exit, kicking the door open with her heel. she glanced back at her office — it was dirty, too dirty. its once black walls were now tainted with the shades of vermillion, and her floor was now akin to a bloody sea. nah, it just looked like someone spilled a bucket of red paint onto the floor. well, not that she cared anyway. there were others who could clean this place for her.

without another moment of hesitation, she easily threw the limp body outside of her office, not caring how rough she might have been with someone she just tortured. if he were lucky, someone would help him, nurse him back to his health. he could regenerate, so that was a bonus! if he was more unfortunate, well, some demons might take advantage of his weakened state and eat him. this was the floor of gluttony, after all. "sleep tight, darling," she said, and she closed the door with a loud thud! now, she just had to clean her office, and everything would be back to how it was before minghao arrived.

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p he couldn't hear her at all, all her words weren't penetrating through his mind, he feels so lost right now. minghao stayed silent most of the time, his ears hearing loud ringing that made him deaf, his vision now becoming blurry where he can't distinguish anything anymore, mouth spilling a vast amount of blood that drowned him. is this how weak he really is? considering how low he is as a demon, he definitely is weak when compared to most demons in the company but he didn't accept it of course but now as he lay on the ground, gasping for air up to his lungs but failing to do so since he's also inhaling blood into him, he admits he's the weakest of all. and he hates it.

his chest heaving so weakly, tired eyes only stared at the ground. he felt his shirt absorbing the blood from the floor, staining it. but he lost care about it already, and again her words sounded muffled to him. the slap on his face didn't much affect him at all, he's still in a state of floating between the conscious and unconscious realm. he was so aware on how he was bathing on his own blood and how pathetic he was looking right now. splashed with the color of crimson all over, with his guts hanging off from him. he was so careless that he ended up in this situation.

seems like he was gaining a bit of conscious he finally heard what she was saying. does he really want to die? but isn't he already dead though? a human turned into a demon, so what is it even to gain if he was in fact killed when he's already in hell? but then, he kinda want it, he want death for sure. the feeling of him wanting death so badly came back to him, it's been years... yet it's back, haunting him and whispering to him to come back to her, tempting him to fall like what happened to him on that day but that death was painless, it was instant meanwhile this? it was painful, he was feeling the pain all over and he couldn't handle it. this is why he hated pain so badly.

"y..es.." his voice was weak, strangled and soft. was she able to hear? he was already giving her permission to end him, but he wasn't sure what's going to happen once he's killed. he'd probably regenerate once again after a few days or maybe even weeks, the damage that was caused on him were a lot and severe after all. right after this, it'll probably burn into his mind that he won't be messing around with demons with higher authority over him, he did learned his lesson, a lesson that shall haunt him. it'll be the nightmare that'll lurk around in his dreamless but also sleepless nights.

his world getting darker by the minute, lids feeling so heavy. he lets them drape over his eyes as he was falling into unconsciousness. it was the same thing he felt as the sleeping pills took affect on him, making him fall into an eternal slumber that he wasn't sure he'll be even waking up from once again. he felt tired, so very tired.

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ minghao's screams filled lalisa's ears like a song that the angels had sung. no, this was much, much better than the voices of those holy angelic creatures. she could not help the sinister look that took over her mien, her eyes glinting a dangerous shade of crimson. she chuckled darkly, and she leaned in, holding his face closer to her own. her breaths touched his skin, and she bore her gaze onto the windows of his soul, meeting his terrified orbs with her own amused ones. "giving up already?" she mocked, her tone incredibly innocent and almost child-like. her grip on his guts tightened, nails easily digging onto the soft and delicate organ. "where's the tough guy from earlier, hmm? where's the demon who spoke of all the tortures he wanted to do with me?" she leaned away, quite disappointed that this was all it took for the lesser fiend to give up.

"how disappointing, little minghao!" she exhaled softly, looking at him with mocking pity that she was certain he would not like — if he was still sober enough to register what she was doing to him at that moment, anyway. "you're really crying, huh?" she laughed, thoroughly entertained with that small fact. he was but another name to add in her list of beings she had made cry — actually, no, don't mind that. she never truly kept track. it was useless, after all. plus with the amount of things she had done on earth... her sins were almost as many as the stars in the galaxies, or more, if she dared to say.

she then unceremoniously let her grip loosen around his neck, causing him to fall down to the floor. he swam in the pool of blood that had surrounded the two of them, the vermilion shade tainting her high, high heels. she was still holding onto his guts, and she crouched down, playing with the intestines with her petite fingers. "you wouldn't actually die from this, would you? i'd be veeeery disappointed if you did. after all, levia would actually get mad at me if i accidentally killed one of her employees!" she said. it was not as though she particularly cared. fear was something foreign to her — she had long forgotten how it felt, and not even satan nor lucifer was able to instill it onto her.

he seemed delirious so she slapped him hard on the cheek. "hey, hey, answer me, will you? it's not fun if you just remain silent over there," she said, almost pouting childishly at the other's actions. he was so red, so, so red, painted with her favorite color. he was simply a pale canvas, and she was the painter — and this, this was her masterpiece, one of her many paintings that had been engraved onto people's minds. her childish expression quickly morphed into something sinister, something insane. she was having fun, oh boy, she truly was. "do you really want to die, little minghao?"

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p to minghao, it wasn't just any secret that lalisa was able to know or heard from someone (whoever they are, he swears to haunt them before it spreads), it's something he definitely not want anyone knowing because it reveals his one and only weakness that no one in the company would thought of him having, and it's his fondness towards human children. there was a reason on why he only prey on adolescents and adults compared to children that were the easiest target in manipulating their dreams, turning them into nightmares and that's because he has a thing towards them, he doesn't remember why, how or when he started liking them, let alone being attached with a certain group by the park in which he usually visits in his animal form just to be near them (it'll be weird if it was in his human form, because he'll turn out to be some sicko of a e, gross, or like some kidnapper), they were his true weakness and he couldn't believe he was found out when he manage to always stay hidden around.

a pained scream ripped out from his larynx that made him let go of her, his blood immediately painted the ground, the demon of envy felt he was getting much weaker from blood loss. he still snarled at her especially when he saw her tongue making contact with his torn away limb in a mocking manner that still made his blood boil. the redness of his iris quickly fades away when he felt her tight grip on his throat, his adrenaline rush didn't last long and now all he can feel was pain, the kind that would definitely and will always haunt him down, it would burn into his mind. his still in tuck hand immediately grabbed her hand that was around his neck, oxygen cutting out from his system that made him light-headed,not being able to comprehend what the prince of gluttony was even saying right now while being desperate in gasping out from air. he should have chosen running away from this room instead of engaging up a fight with her, his rational self was indeed screaming at him that he can't go against her due to his ranking and all, but it was pride and wrath that consumed completely.

his eyes grew wide like saucers and a strangled scream spilled out from lips when he felt his insides being dug out. blood rushed through and it was already spilling from his mouth, he was drowning with his own blood. with the amount of blood loss, he was at his weakest point, he felt useless now, very useless especially when he got reminded how weak he could be. he doesn't know why but blood tears were now flowing out from his eyes, the demon could blame the hand on his neck and denies the fact that he was actually crying due to the pain, he declines the fact that he was able to cry since he never did, just this time he manage to do so, but he wasn't crying, it can't be, would it be even considered when its blood? he never cried so he doesn't know if demons are supposed to cry blood or actual tears like humans, but he did admit to himself that he was weaker.

his eyes closed as blood tears continued to flow out from him. "let me die then, just end me already." that was his words of surrender, voice hoarse and weak, he doesn't know if she was able to hear him. with a tight squeeze on her hand he spoke once again, "kill me, i don't care anymore i-" then he couldn't speak especially when blood flooded up his mouth and lungs.

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ lalisa's hold above the male slackened, and she was the slightest bit surprised when she was pushed away. oh, so what set him off was his so-called secret, huh? he was so, so angry — what was he doing in leviathan's department? he might as well have ended up under satan's department, that demon of wrath that she so, so loved to piss off. she nonchalantly met the man's glare, not even the slightest bit unnerved. what was there to be scared of? she was beelzebub, for 's sake. she was the head of the gluttony department, the chief of hell — the one who was only second to satan and lucifer. this demon — this little demon who was trying to act more than he actually was — was nothing to her rather than a pebble beneath her feet.

she could step on him whenever she liked and however she wanted.

when she felt his fingers around her petite neck, her back kissing the wall of her office, the flow of oxygen within her body was disturbed, cut off so suddenly. she could not speak with his hand on , so she reached a hand up to hold his wrist, and she, without hesitation and almost too casually, gripped onto him a little too strongly, his bone cracking in the process. her nails dug onto his skin and flesh, blood immediately dripping to the ground. she not only broke his wrist — she had successfully and easily torn it off. she held his now dismembered hand to her lips, giving it one slow , as though she was mocking the younger demon. then she threw it away, and this time, she moved forward, holding the man by his neck, her fingers burying themselves onto his neck.

"you hate me? that's nice. i don't like you too, mongrel, though i can't deny that you are amusing," she said, the mark he left on her neck healing already. she raised her free hand and struck his stomach with her palm open, cleanly piercing onto his guts. she was stronger, much, much stronger than he ever would be, and she would make sure that he knew that — engraved that in his mind. she held onto his intestines and she pulled it out slowly, relishing the smell of his blood and the sound of liquid dripping onto the floor. "i'd have you think twice before attacking me, you little . do you want to die so badly?"

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p minghao decided that it was useless to speak to her, that he decided to not even respond to that even though all he wanted to do was give her all the filthy words that she deserved, he was sure that many demons wanted to do so, just afraid and much of a coward to even say a single profanity towards her. there's nothing to gain from even having this conversation with her, he found it useless and stupid. why did he even stay when he was able to leave the room instead? why did he chose to be obedient towards this good for nothing /prince/ that was in front of him? he blames his own ranking in making him do so.

the demon barely registered that she was now out from sight, already gone with just a blink of an eye. he snapped his her from the side when he heard her voice and felt her touched. voice filled with venom that would kill him, it made him shudder visibly but was snapped out from it when he felt a grip on his collar, the happening was too fast for him to even react even though he knew what she was about to do next. his body flew away and now collided with the broken floor, his body hurts especially when he felt like he broke his backbone, letting out a pained groan when he tried to get up but seems like lalisa was faster than him, he ends up colliding back to the floor, debris digging through his back when she stomped on one of his shoulders, he screamed in pain having to feel his bones crashed and broken as the heel of her shoe dug through him. his hands automatically grabbing her leg that was on his shoulder, trying his best to remove it but the pain he was feeling made him weak.

he hated this, hated how he was truly weak compared to her, how he was caught off guard for the first time. his jaw clenched when she called him weak, his nails digging through her leg in an attempt to get her off from him that he was still failing miserably. he didn't want to respond to her, doesn't want to entertain her that he lets his jaw all clenched up as he focused on getting the appendage off from his shoulder in order to get up from his spot.. but by the mention of his secret that he knew no one knows about, he felt his world stopping and crumbling down on him. "shut up," he hissed at her, nails digging through her even more, "ing shut up!" he shouted, eyes flashed red as he felt a sense of adrenaline go through him, enabling him to throw her away from him and finally stand up with wobbly legs. his hand on the shoulder that was now bleeding and staining his white dress shirt, he was panting hard as he stood up, having the difficulty to stand still on his own, ending him up on one knee. fringe framing his red glowing eyes as sweat trickle down from his forehead down to his neck, he felt his fangs growing and coming out as well that when he snarled at lalisa with a piercing glare, sharp canines had shown up. all he could see was red and he doesn't feel like himself anymore, feeling as if there was another one controlling his body, this was the first that he was able to be this pissed off anyways but this beast mode of his last appeared when a group of employees an the verdict? everyone in the room were killed brutally, blood and guts decorated the whole room.

with his mind clouded by anger and hatred, he wasn't aware that was already charging at her, aiming for the neck until her body met up with the wall behind her. his hands wrapped around lalisa's neck, strangling her with all his might. "i hate you so much." he muttered against clenched teeth while a snarl decorated his countenance.

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ lalisa could only scoff at minghao's words. "that just meant you're too weak, doesn't it? you give in too easily to temptation, but i'm not complaining. it is entertaining to watch all of you fall to your demise one by one." it was fun to watch the mortals crack. some of them liked to act strong, but that just made it more fun to chip away at their defense. after all, weaker beings were nothing more than amusement for the strong. the weak were fed upon, broken until they shattered into million pieces, with no hope of ever going back to how they were before. there was nothing more satisfying than seeing the ones acting so strong fall to their knees in front of her.

some demons were either brave or stupid enough to talk to her like that. how confident could this man get? or... how angry could she get him to be? she her lips in thought, and she stood up from her seat. "ripping me apart, huh?" she repeated, and within a second, she was already standing behind the demon. she leaned against his back, head tilted up to his ear as a hand of hers trailed behind him, up to his shoulder. "let's see about that, shall we?" she gripped onto the collar of his shirt, and before he would be able to do anything, she had already thrown him behind her, making sure that his body landed flat on the floor. her tail moved with the satisfying crack he had made on her floor, the impact breaking it. she let go of the demon's collar as she threw him, and she turned around to face the lesser demon.

the world had gone darker by that time, an incredibly dark aura seeping out of her body. it seemed as though shadows occupied her office, and her irises glinted in a bright, bright shade of vermillion as she looked down at the body underneath her. without another word, she dug the heel of her shoe on one of his shoulders, making sure she broke a bone in there. "how weak," she commented nonchalantly. "is that as violent as you can get, dear minghao?" those things had already been done to her. she knew how much pain she could undergo if that were to happen again, but that did not terrify her. nothing had truly been able to scare in her long, long life. instead, she looked at it as a chance to feel alive. pain was the only that had made her feel like she was not merely existing, after all. "a peasant suits you just well. or a dog? you do look as adorable as one. i hear you turn into a dog while interacting with children. perhaps you'd like to be called a mongrel more than a peasant?" she tilted her head to one side, digging her heel deeper. "now that i think about it, mongrel suits you more than a peasant."

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p he couldn't help but snort at her words, "well what were the reasons for us to kill if it weren't for demons tempting us to do so? mortals are like empty shells of a flesh where demons and angels fights off on what should overtake them, good or evil? and then it's up to them on how it's gonna be, decisions on them but we demons are persistent as hell to make them choose evil, am i right or am i wrong? miss lalisa?" minghao's stare became more intense and intimidating, eyes twitched a little and crimson flashed for a split second when he heard her call his torturing as 'weak'. "there's no need to pour every strength to them if they're much weaker than us." he gritted his teeth, hating how the demoness in front of him manage to push the right buttons to snap him hard and raw, all he wanted to do was rip her jaw and tongue off since talking is all she could do to him at the moment.

" you." he hissed out to her, not caring if it'll piss the other but who cares? he's getting pissed himself the longer he stayed in this room. his blood boiled with anger and hatred towards the prince of gluttony, "you think i'm that desperate? to eat myself just because i could regenerate and ?" profanity and curses falling off from his tongue and lips, he couldn't stop the wrath that's now surfacing on him. "you're wrong and stop calling a peasant, sure i know i'm a low demon but that alone doesn't give you such right to call me that, call the others that see if i care but never to me because i'll be ripping you apart." threats now being shot towards to her but seems like it won't be effective that she'll laugh them off since in reality, she's able to kill him with a blink of an eye but he'd prefer being killed on the spot instead of this torture he was receiving. as time passes by, he could feel his fingers regenerating from cells to tissue to blood vessels to bone and finally skin and nails.

the query that was thrown to him caught him off guard but it didn't calm him at all, "what kind of question is that?" he raised an eyebrow at her, looking as if she was retarded for giving him such question with a very obvious answer. "of course, who wouldn't want to miss such an opportunity?" he walked closer to her table, eyes snapping to the side where a lampstand was located then back to her. "until blood drains out from your body, maybe your floor is flooded by your blood. wouldn't that be wonderful? your floor and carpet covered with the perfect color of crimson and that is your own blood?" the demon gave her a sinister smile, his imagination now running while. "maybe pin you down against the wall, floor or maybe this mahogany of table of yours whichever you'd prefer then have that lampstand be broken by the metallic body of it, use those metal rods to have it dig through your palms, be in a crucified position, wouldn't that be a sight to see? then have your neck be covered by my hands, slender fingers around it as i choke you, sharp nails digging through your jugular vein." he his lips from anticipation, the thought alone had him hooked, "maybe do on what you do to people who ever stepped inside your office, take a bit of you, from your neck or your shoulder, i'm not picky not at all. then have your limbs be ripped away in the slowest manner, maybe even have my hand go through your stomach, what do you think? wanted that to be done to you oh mighty beelzebub?"

@〈 kang hyunggu 〉°ʇʞɹɯ [] idK in gEneral brea t he s

lalisa was not sure which one she felt more at this moment — was it pain? or was this pleasure? perhaps it was both, two opposing sensations mixing into one that dangerously resembled ecstasy. it was what she had always looked forward to in every day of her dull, dull life, this feeling that would make her feel more alive than she ever would. it did not matter how she was going to gain it. even if she had to hurt herself a thousand times, even if she had to try and kill herself endlessly, she had no care. as long as she felt something, that was good enough. her legs twitched, shudders running down her spine, her hole the center of her sensitivity and stimulation right at that moment. she gritted her teeth roughly against each other, her walls clenching around the limb inside her being. it felt as though, if he pushed even deeper, he would be able to touch her cervix.

soft gasps flowed out of her thick brims, the corners of her eyes quickly being filled with liquid. her heat squeezed around his warmth in instinct, almost as an attempt to push his unwelcomed fist out of her. she could feel liquid dripping from her, and she had to shut her eyes closed as he moved his fingers inside her, whimpering and throwing her head back. she held onto her thighs, holding her legs up, her instincts telling her to close them. with minimal struggle, she looked at him, eyes glassy and her whole skin flushed with the dark hues of red roses, and she bit her lower lip, teeth digging into the flesh rather harshly. she called his name once more, softer this time, befitting of her petite appearance but not of her status. as much she loved the pain (craved it, almost), it was not his hand that she wanted inside her — she wanted him and nothing else (at least right at this second). "i... i want..." it felt as though her whole core was throbbing with pain, too much pain that it blissfully blended into pleasure, and she was not sure if she could even speak coherently with a fist inside her.

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p [] it's ok idk how to violent so idk what i wrote either uwu

hyunggu couldn't help the smirk that played at his lips once he'd felt her fingers tugging at his hair - he wanted her to pull harder, as it was something he'd always enjoyed, but for the moment he decided to focus on pleasuring the gluttonous demon. the odd sounding noises that left lalisa's lips sent a shudder down the lustful prince's spine - he made the right decision cutting her tongue off. something about the way lalisa's voice stumbled out of , sounding dumb and pained and incomplete - it was arousing in a way that hyunggu didn't always experience. was the best when it was combined with pain, he'd discovered, and although he'd both given and received such pain, he definitely preferred to be on the giving side. he made sure to pleasure the other prince, lapping at her folds lazily but firmly, enough to make a mess of the once sparkling floor.

something he'd discovered about a long, long, long time ago was that it was almost physically impossible to force his whole fist into a tight hole. it was something that had to be done slowly, carefully - but lalisa wasn't just any normal human or demon, and if there was one demon that could exceed his expectations, it was her. surprisingly, lalisa's hole began to widen, taking in the tips of hyunggu's knuckles, and he couldn't help but let his lips stretch into a wide grin. however, once he'd heard his name leave the gluttonous demon's lips, he clicked his tongue in disappointment. "i thought it would take longer," he murmured. "i guess your regenerative ability really is one of the best out there." hyunggu clenched his fist, forcing it even further up lalisa's hole, the grin returning to his face as the unmistakable noise of tearing flesh delighted his ears. he pushed once more, harder this time, and suddenly his whole fist was engulfed in a tight, warm heat - so restricting it was almost painful. lalisa felt even wetter now, with both blood and her arousal, and it was easy for hyunggu to wiggle his fingers inside the gluttonous demon, a gleeful laugh leaving his lips as he anticipated her reaction.

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ lalisa nodded at the man's words, showing her genuine agreement with his statements. she could not understand those sadists who did not like taking pain as much as inflicting it. after all, how was one supposed to deliver the most pain they could give if they did not fully feel how it worked? a soft sound erupted from every nod she made, her orbs hiding behind her lashes as her eyes turned into small crescents, her smile widening even more, her satisfaction at the male's words seeping through her expressions. she laced her fingers together under her face, resting her chin above the back of her palm. "that's right, that's right. revenge and vengeance are some of the many, many reasons why you puny mortals try to kill each other," she said, her grin still ever so pleasant on her thick lips. "you had fun, didn't you? you had your fill, but you still want more. after all, such weak torture that you did on them wouldn't exactly satisfy your need to see them suffer, would it?" were his parents still in hell? most likely. it was not as though mortal souls were capable of ever escaping the clutches of hell, the fires of an eternal inferno, threatening to burn their very existence yet at the same time not doing so completely... as it would be fun to repeat that pain again and again, wouldn't it?

"look, you understand what i mean." the prince of gluttony opened her eyes, revealing carmine orbs framed by long lashes. "seeing you in this state... almost undone, a little more push and you'd snap completely out of that pitiful facade of yours... don't you think it's extremely beautiful, xu minghao?" she had always been the one who attracted chaos more than anyone, called and chanted for destruction to fall upon the world where she threaded at. broken things were simply alluring — and having the power to break them even more, break them past their limits, was simply enticing her to take advantage of her tongue, of her raw power, to wreak havoc onto a world that had done nothing but insult her back in her time. the scarlet hues of her irises glinted in gratification as she watched the male demon eat away his own fingers. "do you find it delicious, young one?" she asked, moving a hand to cup her own cheek, leaning against the palm of hers. "why don't you try eating yourself more? taste your flesh and drink your blood like a good, hungry peasant?"

how much more could she break minghao? how far did she have to push him to completely shatter? she was not sure, and the uncertainty excited her. how ruthless could she go without truly killing him with her bare hands? "say, minghao, if i gave you the chance to torture me, would you?" it was a sudden question, completely out of nowhere, but the words were out and in the air. she could not take them back even if she wanted to. "how would you do it? i wonder if you're able to make me cry." there were only two demons who were capable of triggering tears out of her eyes, and those were the two demons whom she had let touch her in a much, much more /intimate/ manner. she loved the pain they gave her, craved for the feeling of being alive under their merciless hands. this man was not under in any of their departments, yet being a sadist almost like herself, she wondered if he were capable of even trying to challenge her dominance. a shame she could not outright torture him. if only leviathan let her do as she pleased with her employees.

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p receiving pain was never was once in minghao's books, there is no way that he'll either like nor indulge it just like the so called masochists out there. to him, pain is pain, he found no pleasure in receiving, only in giving, he couldn't really grasp the concept on how others manage to appreciate that pain, how they have come to love it, as if worshiping it, begging to have it. just the though makes his nose scrunch up in disgust. the demon didn't even held it off when he snorted at lalisa, his care of disrespecting this head was long gone, she provoked him and she was very much good at pushing all of his buttons. a sinister laugh ripped out from his throat, it was the most genuine laugh he ever gave to her and that is because it is. "indeed, who wouldn't enjoy giving pain and suffering to those who gave you it? the way their faces distort and the way the scream, trying to seek forgiveness, help and freedom because they couldn't take it to their thick skull of theirs that everything's too late. their once weakling of a son long gone, and there is no escape from the eternal torture and suffering in hell." his lips formed out into a smirk by having the scene once again popping in his mind, there is pleasure in vengeance and he finally gave what they've deserve, and his satisfaction of it will never grow old, it was fun to watch as they crumble and writhe around like worms and it's all because of him.

his smirk fell, transitioning into a scowl this time. to her, it was fun to watch but to him, the one doing it, is not so fun at all. "i agree on that but not if i'm the one receiving it." he barks out to her, oh how she made his blood boil and not to mention how she was enjoying knowing that she does have this affect to him. all he could think was to flip that table of hers, throw it away from his sight, tackle her and grab her limbs, rip them one by one in the slowest manner so she'll be the one to feel the pain, and maybe he'll put his slender fingers on and choke her until she coughs violently. but he wasn't sure on why he's not doing that just yet as if his body was frozen in place, like a spell was put onto him but there is no spell or manipulation in this, rather his still conscious rational self is screaming at him at how much of a bad idea that is. his eyes wandered back to his two severed fingers on the floor, 'eat them, huh?' he never had the thought in eating his own flesh before, why would he even? as if being in control, he bends down and picks them up. staring at his own bloody body parts that he himself ripped away, he did not hesitate to put them in his mouth in one go. teeth grinding and chewing on his own flesh and bones, the taste of his own blood filling in his mouth, he didn't know what to react. it wasn't pleasant but he wasn't also disgusted by it. what could this even means? he swallowed afterwards.

cannibalism is another thing, he tried it before but he didn't do it very often, and its seems to be more acceptable to do than eating one's own flesh. he never had the urge to do such thing not until now, he wanted to do it at every single gluttonous demon under lalisa's department, if ever he encounters one and takes him as an entertainment. was this prince of gluttony aware at how she was changing him a little bit? making him into a future cannibal that only feast at the demons under her control? maybe yes, maybe no but definitely the first one. he has envy, wrath, pride and now he's accepting gluttony as part of his sins as a demon, is this some kind of collecting game?

@〈 kang hyunggu 〉°ʇʞɹɯ [] this is my first time for and idk what i'm writing tbh : DDD

lalisa's front teeth dug onto the flesh of her bottom lip, a hand gripping onto the lamp impaled through her stomach and another reaching south to hold his wrist. if she were to answer his question, she would say that it. . . was both — she was sensitive in a lot of places, all of which she was well too familiar about, seeing as she might have tried a lot more than she probably should; and the masochist in her, the one that everyone most likely knew, rejoiced in the pain that was inflicted in her poor, poor helpless body. she watched in anticipation as he moved down, her legs quivering a little with want and desire. the one that was not holding the lamp entangled its fingers with the locks of the man's dark hair as his tongue played with her sensitive organ, her legs struggling to close themselves due to the stimulation but his hand kept them in place. her lips parted with a moan flowing out of , tempted to call his name but her tongue was missing.

too bad. he would just have to deal with muffled moans and screams for now.

she squirmed under his touch, his actions inside her core. her toes curled, fidgeted as she could feel herself desiring more and more of the man that was in between her legs at that moment. a whine escaped her lips when he withdrew his fingers, and she looked at him with mild confusion in her eyes. she was dripping wet, almost, and she could probably come with just his fingers — he was good with them, she knew. and he got pretty fingers too, what a bonus. she opened to ask him what he was about to do, an instinct that came to her when she felt his fist against her sensitive flesh, her folds struggling to open themselves up but. . . it /hurt/. hyunggu had big hands, big ing hands, and she was but a demoness whose human form was a petite woman who was quite small in that regard. she hissed, in both pain and in pleasure, her toes curling as he forced his fist inside her rather tight hole. "hyunggu. . ." she wanted to call out, and her tongue recovered just in time for the name to roll out of . ah, it seemed that her tongue had come back just in time for her screams.

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ it was definitely so, so better to torture the ones who hated being on the receiving end of pain. the way their faces contorted in anger, in pain as they were unused to being hurt, was just too pleasing to the eyes. lalisa had not found a lot who enjoyed receiving pain as much as she did, as there were an abundant amount of sadists spread around, most of them seemingly waiting for the day that perhaps someone who loved pain as much as she did came — or perhaps they were waiting for those who were like them, those who could not appreciate pain for what it was. she tapped her fingers against the mahogany table, clearly enjoying the scene unfolding in front of her. it was quite a show, definitely not the best she had seen so far, but one she clearly fancied. "hmm, it's not like it was a secret anyway. humans are simply far too weak against their own desires. once they've dug their grave into hell, they can't take both legs out," she said. "was that not what happened, dear? something took the attention and care of your parents, and so you were simply there as a way to relieve stress. that was the best thing you could be in their eyes, wasn't it?" she was not quite sure if this was the case with this man — after all, her memory was a mess, she could barely even remember some recent happenings.

she would blame the food she ate, but she would blame her body even more for not being able to satisfy its own hunger.

she with no doubt liked the way he was close to losing his cool, his calmness from before replaced with rage toward her. she frowned a little when he broke the finger off too fast, unsatisfied. "but what fun is there if you were to break it all off at one go?" she asked, as though her question was not as gruesome as it truly was. "you, of all people, should know that there's no joy in quick pain — it should be done in a slow. . . slow manner, don't you agree, darling?" she gestured to the severed fingers on the floor. "pick them up," she said, her lips taking on once again another one of her 'pure' smiles. "eat them for me, will you?" she wondered if he fancied eating his own flesh; if he fancied cannibalism in general. it did not matter if he did or not — his reactions were quite nice, and she could see it in herself that she might call this man more often than before. he was. . . interesting, to say the least. most bored her to death, but slowly chipping away at this demon's facade was fun, and she wanted more of it.

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p [] i haven't written detailed straight in Decades and im High As so i couldn't write the f*sting yet pls forgive me

hyunggu didn't miss the way lalisa squirmed ever so slightly, legs moving as if to cope with the gentle touch of the lustful prince's finger. it brought a smile to his face, his lips curling up as he continued to her core gently. "are you sensitive, beelze?" he hummed, pressing the pads of his finger against her . he knew full well that she wouldn't be able to reply, but that didn't matter. "or does pain just make you wet?" hyunggu his lips before he gripped her thighs, spreading her legs even further and moving forward to drag his tongue over the wetness of her sensitive flesh. he wanted her to squirm underneath him, to struggle as he firmly at her folds, running his tongue up and down until he was sure she'd be even wetter than before.

surprisingly, lalisa didn't taste as disgusting as he'd expected. in a way, she tasted delicious, and as much as hyunggu wanted to let her taste play on his tongue, he had better ideas in mind. he began to swirl his tongue in slow circles around her , pressing two fingers inside her warm hole. he scissored his fingers inside, attempting to stretch her walls as much as he could - she'd need it, after all. he'd done this without lube a few times, and none of those times had ever been neat and clean - most of them had ended in flesh tearing and blood dripping. hyunggu then pulled away, clenching his fingers into a fist as a smile made its way to his face. "open up for me, lali," he sang, pressing his fist to the gluttonous demon's . he could already feel the warm flesh resisting against him, and hyunggu couldn't help the excited shiver that ran down his spine.

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p the sting was there and it wasn't that easy to ignore, minghao's hand clutches on the severed finger of his. he never liked receiving pain, never liked being the one in pain, it's always the opposite. he wants to give pain to others as well as see pain in them, he's a sadist after all, only liking it if it was towards another. his irritation and annoyance grew when he spots the oh so innocent smile that was on lalisa's lips, he'll admit that she suited it, that it looks much genuine when she's the one wearing it but at the same time, it didn't mirror her actual personality, her real self. but who was he to judge if he himself was like that? having such a smile to hide their true facade. "of course i do, i'm not much of a fool." he gritted through his teeth, the pain was overtaking him, it was bearable but it cannot be ignored so easily.

he snarled at the comment, its almost as if she's talking to a child, which he hates. his regeneration would take a bit of time, it wasn't on control but until his body deemed its time to do so, the term fast regeneration for a low ranking demon was being done within the day and for minghao, it'll only take an hour but he's sure that his regeneration would always be cut off as long as he's still taking damage, the process would take much longer.

his eyes darken upon hearing her that he should break off another finger and he did so. he threw the finger from his hand on the floor, not caring about the stain and then he did the same action as before but this time he disobeys about making it 'slow', he ripped off his thumb away. the pain took a bit longer to be registered onto his brain so it didn't hurt much like before but the same pain and sting of the aftermath was the same. "if you wanted all my fingers to get cut off why didn't you just say so instead of saying it one by one." he threw away the other severed finger on the floor, much aggressively this time. "heck i'll just rip off my arm then." he wasn't kidding, if that's what she want then he'll rip it off, not caring the huge amount of pain he'll go through.

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ the smile on lalisa's tiers must be irritating in the lower demon's eyes. in a way, it looked innocent, and it suited her features far more than the nefarious expressions she was capable of doing. a hum resonated inside the demoness' throat, and she tapped a finger above her thigh quietly, the tips of her rather long nails painted with the faintest hues of crimson. "eh, so you know." ah, he was but a single name in the list of lives she had ruined so far, and there were a lot, she could guarantee. perhaps she held the most destruction in her hands amongst the demons. her job as a head allowed her to wreak as much havoc as she would like on earth, though angels were getting a little more annoying with each day that passed. it was not as though they were much effective, however.

humans were already down on the road to sin, much to the demon's delight. of course, that meant more food to eat, and more slaves to play with.

"ah, you're doing good," she said, almost as though she was praising a child for being able to walk. he was holding his pain quite better than most of the demons she had forced to go through similar circumstances. one would think that as a demon, as a spawn of hell, they would have better endurance and tolerance with pain, but n o, they were weaklings, and that had already become a little too boring for the demon of gluttony. her grin widened, now fully showing her teeth. "you did a good job, little one." she leaned on the table, tapping the mahogany lightly with a finger. "now, break off another one for me." she gazed down at the finger that now lied on the palm of his hand. she wondered how he would look with all of his fingers off. how fast did he regenerate? how far could he take such measly pain? he was weak with it, and truthfully, she was quite surprised not to see him crying just yet. but oh well, she had a lot of ways to make him cry - and this would only the start of it.

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p with his patience now slowly drifting away, minghao doesn't know if he could handle this anymore. he has a strong urge to stop using his fake sweetness and just get real, be himself, throw sarcasm and spit fire. not caring if the prince of gluttony was able to take him down without even trying. "hate god for giving that life?" he repeated, the former human knows how god was real, that everything was created by him because he once tried going into the christian life, reading the scriptures and all so he wasn't surprised when he went to hell when he died, knowing it so much that it was a sin but he had fallen out from it, as a christian, demons were much more persistent in ruining them. "partly," he knows that god planned out his life, that he should be born and raised by parents who are both alcoholics and drug dealer as well as users but demons were much worse because they manipulated his life. "you think i don't know much about demons' works? to ruin lives even further? now that i am one, i know we do that." he wasn't stupid to not know that beelzebub were one of the demons that manipulated his life, he got to know all the truth when he finally went down to hell so to say that he despises her was understandable, he hid his hatred but now that he's facing her and is pushing all the wrong buttons, his hatred reeks out.

cut his finger off? easy enough for him to not hesitate to do so. "i do." he answered, he does regenerate and much faster than any other low ranking demon around but the pain would be as similar as being in a living flesh of a human being but he can tolerate it. he guesses.

slender fingers wrapped around one of his fingers on his left hand, the index finge. he gulped visibly but he was ready to face the pain of it and with half of his strength, he start pulling his finger sideway as slowly as he can. the few seconds didn't really felt anything just yet but as he goes further he could feel his bone cracking and breaking from the inside. he holds out a scream on his throat, his breathing getting uneven and jaws clenching much tighter. his skin now ripping apart, blood rushed out from the wound. the pain was unbearable but he could endure it much further. it would hurt less if he ripped his finger right away but with the slow pace that lalisa told him to set on, the pain is much worse than what was thought of. he heard an audible crack and he knows he finally broke off the bone of his finger from its joint, he was able to see the blood, flesh, veins and bones at this moment. he stares at his dismembering finger until it finally broke away from his hand and now on the palm of his other hand, dripping with blood that stains the floor beneath him, puddles of blood collecting. his gaze going back to lalisa as his hands tremble from the pain he was in. she knew he was a bit weak when it comes to pain, huh?

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ he was ruined, lalisa thought to herself as she took in his answer. he sounded like the demons she had talked to before - ones that had succumbed to madness even quicker than some of the ones she definitely would not be able to forget. however, h o w e v e r, she could see his facade chipping away, melting down into a puddle as he spoke more and more of his own emotions, of the things he truly felt. "how beautiful," she uttered to herself. there was something truly beauteous about the way an individual fell to their desires, their sincerest emotions - the ones they hid deep within their hearts, in hopes that no one ever saw it the way they did. but unfortunately, she herself was well familiar with it, and how horrible it felt. but that was what made it even more satisfying to see the same expression, same look of anguish on someone else's faces because it was too fun to watch someone crack and fall. "that's right," she said. "don't you just hate god for giving you that life?"

she was certain that she had built quite the reputation among hell. her brutality was on par with yan an and yuto's, if not even more. and she definitely was not. . . as well-mannered as they were, if she were to describe herself, though she did not really care about such things. she was her own person - she need not be compared to two other demons. (she truly hated it when ignorant humans deemed her as a mere other form for the two, but that was a story of another time) she took a lock of her hair, twirled the ends around her digit. "cut off a finger for me, minghao," she said casually, almost innocently. "cut it slowly. you do regenerate, don't you?" perhaps, perhaps not. she would simply have to talk about this with leviathan later, but as of now, she was going to have her own fun first.

@〈 kang hyunggu 〉°ʇʞɹɯ lalisa could feel tears threatening at the corners of her eyes when hyunggu cut her tongue. blood almost suffocated her, filling with the dark liquid. she faced the side so that she would not choke on her own blood, letting it drip down to the floor, to her hair, tainting her porcelain skin. the blood did not seem to stop overflowing soon, unless her body decided it was the correct time to heal itself already. she gasped, coughing out blood as she felt the lamp pierce through her stomach, through her guts, and in instinct, she forced her hands off the floor, together with her long, long nails, and she held onto the makeshift weapon. she gulped, gulped down even her own ichor. it hurt, it definitely did. not even the strongest of demons would feel nothing with a ing lamp through their guts, unless they were just naturally immune to pain (she reckoned that type would be the worst to torture). it hurt, but it was nothing she could not handle.

she simply opted to look at him while he talked, and she wondered for a moment if he knew that it was useless to cut her tongue off when she believed she had the best regenerative skill among the heads. she decided not to remind him of that, as she felt her wet muscle going back to its original state quite slowly. she bit her lower lip as a faint shiver went down her spine, at the contact between her and his finger. her legs moved toward it each other, feeling rather sensitive. she opened to say something, to taunt him maybe, for more pain of course, but she realized that her tongue had not fully recovered yet. she ended up just waiting for what he had planned for her, fingers gripping onto the object that impaled her body.

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p holding off the urge to snort at lalisa's response to him telling his story on why he killed himself was boring but he'll admit it, his story was boring and pathetic, he doesn't even expect for her to sympathize, what kind of demon even have that ability? not even him has that, he can't sympathize nor emphatize, he's void of emotions other than envy, anger and not to mention, fear. the disappointment on her to him was obvious enough, seems like he didn't reacted on the way how she wanted him to react and that's what minghao's intention was, to kill off her expectations towards his /supposed/ reaction.

"regret?" he laughs at the word itself, "if i ever was to be regret of anything, and that's living." he spat out not even realizing that his current facade was fading and crumbling. "i much prefer it being here than when i was a human at the earth surface, i don't even care about that." he truly would choose hell over earth, death over living, being a demon over being a human, why? because now that he was a demon, he was able to project his past sufferings towards others and the best part? he wasn't capable of having emotions such as sadness and depression, they're utterly the worse of all emotions out there.

his eyes visibly twitches, what is she planning on this time? is she really going physical this time? he's not so surprise about it, lalisa was the kind that won't just let anyone out from her office without doing anything /physical/ to her victims (based on what he heard from others). is she going to take a bite out of him? or maybe torture him until he snaps completely? he doesn't want to think about it, his own thoughts making his blood boil right now. "as far as you want to go, ms. lalisa." it sounded like a challenge and it really was, he'll get to see if she'll get bored of him and lets him go or she'll be able to make him snap for him to throw chaos in the room.

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ lalisa was rather. . . disappointed with the other's lack of emotions. she was expecting. . . more. why was he so calm? was it some sort of self-defense mechanism when dealing with s he did not want? her boredom was evident in her face as she looked at the man, with almost a mocking pair of eyes. she raised her hand to her face, touching her cheek with her fingers as she leaned against her hand. she moved her legs, this time putting her left leg over the other. "how boring," she said. the words he spoke of were not something she did not know already. what she was looking for was a visible reaction, him snapping if she were to be completely honest. why was he not reacting the way she wanted him to? his life story was not something new, if she were to say so herself. it was quite a common case among the lower demons, and it was not as though she had the heart to sympathize. her heart was only there an organ, not one for emotions, she supposed.

had there been a time where she was able to feel with this heart of hers? she could not remember.

"how lame," was what came out of her lips next. she was disappointed, she was not even trying to hide it. "well, do you regret killing yourself? since, after all, you ended up slaving over work and ended up continuously kissing up to the higher up's asses." she held out a hand as a gesture. she had a lot of free time today, and she would have to go soul hunting later on, but right then, she was not going to let him out without at least. . . doing something. should she tell him to cut his own arm for her? "let's see. . . how far are you willing to go to avoid pain, darling?"

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p the look on lalisa's face was absolutely irritating, and hyunggu wasn't sure if it was actually because of her expression, or the anger broiling in his chest at her previous mention of the lustful prince's affections. whatever it was, hyunggu let that anger drive him, his lips curling up into an oddly cheerful smile at the sound that left her lips. with a deliberately slow, steady hand, he drove the sharp nail through the sensitive flesh of lalisa's tongue, making sure he could wring out as much pain from the cutting as possible. he pressed his thumb against the wet flesh, gripping onto it tightly to make sure her tongue didn't slip from his grasp. it was wet, and slimy, and wriggled against his fingers, but after a rather long, steady push of lalisa's nail against her tongue, the muscle was soon completely removed, blood staining his fingers as it twitched in his hands. hyunggu's nose crinkled at the sight before he pried the other prince's mouth open once more, shoving the tongue inside with a fist. she liked how she tasted, didn't she?

"here's what i'm going to do," hyunggu instructed, standing up from his spot on her stomach and keeping his foot on top of her so she'd stay still. he reached towards her desk for something to use - a lamp - yes, that would work fine - before breaking it in half to use as a makeshift weapon. he drove the broken lamp into her stomach, making sure it broke through the floor lalisa was laying on. she was impaled now, and he knew that she could easily escape if she so wished, but this was just a little punishment; not something that the lustful prince was taking too seriously. "i cut off that tongue of yours so i wouldn't have to hear you spout any more trash," he explained, taking a seat in between her legs. "but that doesn't mean i don't want to hear you scream." ripping away her clothes so that she was fully exposed to him, the prince ran a finger over the other demon's core - wet, but not wet enough. perfect. he tilted his head slightly and smiled, stretching the fingers of his right hand as he spoke. "so won't you scream for me, beelze?"

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p his vision going red, minghao wants to get out of here and torture a soul or scream into the void in order to break out the rage in him. he tries to calm himself despite the situation, he tries to think out his 'happy thoughts' which are composed of things that many demons didn't know he was quite into and it was effective enough for him to be calm for a bit. he inhales deeply and exhales, his fists relaxing as they unfold. the sting was there but the wounds were quick to heal and once again the smile on his face comes back. "my thoughts on that day?" he asked calmly, if she wants him to talk then so be it, it was better than anything that could happen to him if disobeys. "there was no hope for me on that day, my parents took away my only happiness from me and that was the sleeping pills i had." he remembers himself going home and taking a pill or three each day just so he could sleep. "i can't sleep without them, and sleep was my only way out from reality." his dream world was much colorful than the real world, he was able to manipulate it and not to mention, he had someone in his dream that cared deeply for him. they were a fragment of his imagination but they were the only nice one he had ever encountered throughout his life, he didn't care that they weren't real, he believe that they /are/ real to him.

"my parents heard the news that i was taking up sleeping pills all the time because i was caught in school for sleeping in class, they found the bottle of pills in my bag so they took it away before punishing me." he lets out a dark chuckle. how silly it was since they were drug dealers who got mad at their son taking in much legal drugs. "i was devastated and i didn't sleep for a whole weak, my depression was getting into me. my life was a mess, there's no happiness or peace in it so what did i do? i overdosed on the sleeping pills once i found them in the cabinets of my parents' room and that's how i died and went to hell." his smile turned into a grin, forced with him subtly gritting his teeth, forcing out to tell her everything."pitiful and pathetic, isn't it?" he said as he waits for lalisa's reaction, for her to laugh at him, make fun of him commuting the most pettiest sin. he's already expecting the very worse.

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ there was some sort of joy that lalisa felt in a wicked way when the people of her interests were reacting the way she wanted them to. it was almost predictable in her part. she knew the right words to say, knew when to tick them off - it could almost be considered as a talent. this mouth of hers was what made the other princes mad as hell at her anyway. but it was f u n. it was entertainment, and that saved lalisa from heaven's punishment of eternal boredom. this made her feel more than the empty shell she supposed she would be if she were not eating. she leaned back in her chair, her fingers entangled with each other above her thighs as she rested one leg above the other.

"hmm?" she hummed. "why aren't you saying anything, dear little minghao? weren't you talking about doing anything i wanted you to do today?" the slit in her crimson orbs shifted, her gaze narrowing up at the rather tall male. "talk, darling. use your tongue," she said, and she tilted her head slightly to the side. "i told you to talk, didn't i?" now that she thought about it, anyone could have been in this situation, yet this sweetheart was the unfortunate lad to ever land himself in her office. how mad could he get? how much rage could he release? and how satisfying would it feel, if she were to step on those flames of anger as easy as she could break his soul, if she ever wanted to?

@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p frozen on his spot and smile completely wiped off from his face, he didn't know what to do at the mention of his family. family? what family? he never had a family nor parents, he denies them all. minghao deeply hates them, so much that he was the one who tortured them when they went down to hell. he ripped them limb by limb, and forced snakes and insects to go inside their mouths, it was a sight to be satisfied with if you were him and he still does it, he'll do it for all eternity because it was his revenge for their abuse and carelessness towards him. if they didn't wanted a child then they should have just dropped him by the orphanage so other people could have taken him, maybe, /just/ maybe he won't be in this position today. he could have lived a better life away from them or maybe, much worse but who cares.

"i don't even have a fa-" his words got cut off mid-sentence by lalisa's words, and it finally ticked him. not only did she wants him to talk about his bastard of a parents but she also wanted him to talk about the day he went down to hell? no one really dared asking him either of those to him after the incident of a mass kill he did; limbs, guts, and blood all over the place. 'little minghao' that added fuel to the fire that was burning inside of him, he hates this, he hates how lalisa's words were affecting him so much. is this the kind of entertainment she wanted? to test his patience? his hands clenched into a fist, nails digging through the flesh of his palms, drawing blood that started dripping down from the skin and on the floor beneath him, his jaw clenched in annoyance and irritation. he's still trying to hold himself, knowing that he has no chance in going against beelzebub but she was testing him right now. he didn't speak at all, he doesn't want to talk about anything relating to his past life.

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ lalisa knew the effect of her words to the male, and she l o v e d it. the forced chuckle, the fake smile, and the overall 'patience' that he was trying to exude - it was a poor attempt of trying to pretend that he was calm in front of her. he was quite fortunate that she had not gone straight to the eating. well, she was quite aware of the things he had done in his life, back when he was still alive. there were very few things that she remembered, and for some unknown reason, minghao's life was one of those she vividly recalled. perhaps it was because she had manipulated it to some degree, but that was not the point right then.

she was bored, and she needed entertainment before she just upped and took a bite out of the man. he would be helpless against her, a low ranking demon against a head such as herself. "talk, minghao," she said. she rarely ever addressed people by their names, and when she did, it was rather unsettling, she had been told. "talk about anything. talk about your family. talk about. . ." her eyes narrowed at the male, her amusement still evident in her eyes. "talk about what had gone through your mind in that fateful day." one could ask how she knew such things, but she could only say that he was interesting, and that was what had made her try and know who he was, honestly. "you know what i'm talking about, right, little minghao?"

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@〈 lalisa manoban 〉°d⅋p 'little one' he brushed it off right away, normally those kind of callings would annoy him and it did, just a little bit. letting lalisa off this time, he was in no position to show his annoyance at her. minghao once got annoyed, back in the company's chatroom, she called everyone as peasants including him, her reasoning was that she calls all those who are under her in terms of rank and position are merely peasants and he obviously didn't like it at all. he was calm looking in the chatroom but if you saw him in real life, he was practically smashing his keyboard with every letter he types up until to the point he actually broke it not to mention he got irritated that it broke, leading him to break the monitor as well which got him in trouble and was forced to work overtime for a few days as his punishment.

a small shiver to his spine was felt by him upon her question but he tries to mask it by letting out a forced chuckle, trying to avoid answering that question, obviously he won't just offer himself to her right away. another shiver was felt yet again when she mentioned up his name. he wasn't sure what kind of entertainment he should be to her, being as food is definitely not an option for him. technically, he doesn't even offer himself as entertainment to anyone rather /they/ are the one who are the entertainment to him, most especially human interns, specifically females. "in all honesty, i don't have anything on mind ms. lalisa." his smile grew wider than before, "i'll do as you wish me to do or be as." he was digging his own grave at this point. the words going out from his mouth were uncontrollable, they were the exact opposite of what he wanted to say. he badly wants to get out of here but he couldn't, he put himself in this position right now, might as well face the consequence of it.

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ lalisa hummed in approval, holding her face with both hands now. admittedly, she knew that she looked younger than all of the demon heads, even with most of her demon peers. she could have taken a different form, she supposed, but this skin was the one she was most familiar with, it seemed, and the one she was more comfortable compared to some of her other forms. she wondered how long minghao could be patient, could pretend that he was not terrified of staying in the room with the great ol' beelzebub. she wondered how far she had to go to make him lose control. she fought the urge her lips, and instead opted for a more innocent expression, purity almost oozing out of her face.

"hmm, what can you offer me, little one?" she had a habit of addressing everyone she had encountered as someone below her, even the princes (which was what had made her end up in sticky situations most of the times, but she was not complaining anyhow), and she knew just how prideful this man could be as much as he could be envious. "would you offer yourself as food? even just a bite?" she did not normally touched levia's employees without the head's permission, as she did not want the latter to get mad. leviathan was the only one she did not want to get in a fight with. "or do you have other kinds of entertainment in mind, xu minghao?" of course, she would still like to take a bite, though. no matter what she said, at the end of the day, the curse deemed her too curious for the tastes of all the things she had not touched before, and her hunger would never be satisfied until she had eaten everything the world had to offer the great, great beelzebub.