dynamic prompts. // @pcrdiseseekers [ STAIN ] for one muse to hold the other’s bloody hand. (yuno @ diavolo)
he wasn’t the type to lose his temper, nor was he the type to resort to violence BECAUSE he lost his temper, but yuno was under his protection when he dwelled in the devildom, or at all in the prince’s presence. if a person were to even attempt to cause harm to them, it would be an ugly sight no matter what or who was there. if it wasn’t him, it was the brothers. they simply made a mistake to act up in front of their crowned prince.
it was an instant, the rage that surged through him. it was so animalistic of him, a side he never confronted anymore. it was a heartbeat, his normal calm demeanor turning into something so fiery and combustible. he could still feel the way all the bones in their skull cracked underneath the pressure of his single hand, the blood still fresh and sticky between his fingers as it was mixed with pieces of organ and flesh. and as if it weren’t enough, the demon’s remains turned to ash. the inside burned outwards and scattered into the night. he should have simply done that in the first place. burned them internally so they were screaming so painfully. it was better to use his magic than to resolve to something so barbaric.
broad shoulders stiffened when he felt gentle fingers brush against his bloodstained knuckles. royal jewels jingled as he whipped his head down to the much smaller male beside him and his hand retreated slightly. hesitating, diavolo then held out his clean hand as he tried to make such a grim situation a little lighter. ‘ you shouldn’t be getting dirty because of me. we should get you back to lamentation now, yes? ’