Malevolence the Devilborn
Demon by Birth, Human by Choice
if I was your master I would teach you some manners.
theominousbird

Malevolence smirked, “You’d have a hard time with that, I’m positive.” He winked, “And we both know I’d end up taking charge.”

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so, I don’t know what to write.

I have replies I’m not really sure how to reply to, I put up ask memes that no one answers, and I just… I dunno what to WRITE anymore.

Put ‘Popcorn!’ in my ask if you’d see a movie about my Muse

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Sunshine (Adagio In D Minor) | John Murphy

terminalyoungthing:

"Only dream I ever have…the surface of the sun. Every time I shut my eyes it’s always the same."

“If I was your Master/Pet”…finish it in my ask.

(Source: kingxravi)

Well she didn't expect to see him there, the bar was a bit crowded but that made it easier for Faith to make her way behind him. A flick of her wrist produced a small switch blade. Of course she didn't intend to hurt him and knew it wouldn't, it was most just for fun. She reached around him and held it to his throat, "Well hey gorgeous long time no see,"
thenightsplutoniumshore

thenightsplutoniumshore:

malthedevilborn:

malthedevilborn:

Mal froze, and slowly put his beer down.

In a blur of motion he grabbed her wrist and held it in place. “The Slayer,” he said, “Nice to hear from you, too.” He flicked his wrist so he could slam her hand to the bar.

Mal looked into her eyes, “He mentioned Sunnydale. Last my crew heard, that one got sealed up tight… So either we were wrong, or they’re idiots.”


He sighed, “I killed him before I got more details… Still, I’m gonna be riding to Sunnydale to check it out and I could use a Slayer riding shotgun. You seem to know something about the Hellmouth, and the way I figure, we could both use some good ol’ fashioned man-on-demon violence.”

He smiled slightly, “So, wanna come along for the ride?”

Faith’s eyes twisted into a scowl, the situation becoming more bothersome, she tossed back the rest of her drink, “Yo, I was there for that, we waltzed into hell and shut it down, the town was a sinkhole, what did it want to do? Build a fuckin’ sand castle? It’s a sandbox.” 

Faith actually purposely avoided Sunnydale, that fight left some pretty deep scars in her brain. She could still see those little girls dying next to her. She was almost afraid if she got near it, it would remember she belong there and try and suck her back in. Of course she knew that notion was a bit more ridiculous. Regardless of all this her mouth responded before her brain caught up with what she was agreeing to, “Yeah sure.” 

Mal looked at her face, registering her expression, the pain hidden there.

"…Oh, God. You’re her." He said quietly, "…You know, I feel like an idiot not for having made the connection. You’re Faith Lehane, the rogue."

He ordered a second beer and told the bartender Faith’s was on him. “…Shit, Faith. You don’t have to come, in that case… I could use another Hunter, but I imagine you got a lot of emotions tied up in that place.” His eyes flared red as Malevolence started to leak into Mal. “…I mean, I could still use a bedmate for the night.” He stopped and mentally slapped his Demonic half. “…Sorry.”

Open RP: Brawl

dolceclavier:

malthedevilborn:

dolceclavier:

malthedevilborn:

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Malevolence turned to the man next to him and slammed his forehead into the bar, letting out a high laugh as he did so.

"Come on, you little shits!” he bellowed, “I’m drunk enough to beat the fuck out of any of you!”

Dolce had come to this bar in particular to cool off after a huge argument with an unreasonable Mormon priest when she heard Malevolence shout and the other male patrons’ jeering and yelling at him.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me…" She face palmed then walked over to the scene, trying to push past some of the larger men. "Excuse me! Let me through! Malevolence! The fuck are you doing!?"

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Malevolence grabbed a man by the collar of his shirt, and drove his own forehead against his with an audible impact. He released his shirt and the man dropped to the floor. He turned and slammed his fist into another man’s nose, the man flopping to the ground after the single blow.

A man tried to push Dolce back, “Fuck off, we’re starting to put money on this! Don’t ruin it for me you stupi-” Malevolence headbutted him, and the man dropped to his knees clutching at his nose. He drove his knee into the man’s jaw and he fell, his eyes rolling back.

Malevolence held up his hand to the man who was about to break a bottle over his head, “Give me a sec. Dolce, what the hell are you doing here?”

"That’s what I was going to ask you!" She huffed as her hand flew up to punch a man behind him in the face. He fell to the floor, groaning as she walked over to Malevolence. "I came here to unwind ‘cause some asshole thought it’d be fun to try to convert me to Mormonism. And just when I thought I was gonna get some peace, I see my boyfriend in a bar fight!"

Boyfriend?

Isn’t Mal your boyfriend?

….Well, Malevolence is Mal, in a way……

Malevolence held up a hand, planting it directly in the face of an approaching drunk and shoving him to the floor. He didn’t rise.

"What the hell did you just call me?" He asked quietly. "EVERYONE SHUT UP, WE’RE DONE HERE!" He bellowed. He turned to walk outside, and held out a hand. A man begrudgingly handed him a stack of twenties. He counted it on the way out the door and stepped outside.

He had not retrieved his shirt, and sweat gleaned on his chest in the streetlights. He turned and waited for Dolce.

tags → #dolceclavier 
Well she didn't expect to see him there, the bar was a bit crowded but that made it easier for Faith to make her way behind him. A flick of her wrist produced a small switch blade. Of course she didn't intend to hurt him and knew it wouldn't, it was most just for fun. She reached around him and held it to his throat, "Well hey gorgeous long time no see,"
thenightsplutoniumshore

thenightsplutoniumshore:

malthedevilborn:

malthedevilborn:

Mal froze, and slowly put his beer down.

In a blur of motion he grabbed her wrist and held it in place. “The Slayer,” he said, “Nice to hear from you, too.” He flicked his wrist so he could slam her hand to the bar.

Mal shrugged, “Travelling. Hunting. Been chasing down Vampires who were running with a demon. Said the demon was heading for ‘A Hellmouth’.”

He took another long drink from his beer. “No idea what they were talking about, myself. “…All I know is after that fight I need a drink, and part of me needs a good lay.”

Faith looked at him sharply, she might have had a smart comment about the latter part of the statement, but her ears honed in on the word ‘hellmouth.’ She mentally groaned, great, "Did you find out where the Hellmouth is? Or did you just kill it?" Faith asked furrowing her eyebrows. 

Her grip tightened around her glass, dark eyes focusing on him. She was clearly agitated, not with him, but…shit…another one? That was just what she needed to finally do her in, to close ANOTHER hellmouth. Faith was in favor of someone opening the damned thing up and shooting a nuke into it. She thought THAT might work, if they could close it back quick enough anyway. 

Mal looked into her eyes, “He mentioned Sunnydale. Last my crew heard, that one got sealed up tight… So either we were wrong, or they’re idiots.”

He sighed, “I killed him before I got more details… Still, I’m gonna be riding to Sunnydale to check it out and I could use a Slayer riding shotgun. You seem to know something about the Hellmouth, and the way I figure, we could both use some good ol’ fashioned man-on-demon violence.”

He smiled slightly, “So, wanna come along for the ride?”

That's so sweet! Let me know if I can do anything to help. Anyway, Revvie deserves to spend Christmas with her big brother!
dolceclavier

Well, you’re welcome to join us for dinner. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind sharing a turkey with you.