#apersonificationofpassion


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Anonymous: Hey, cutie, how's that booty?

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"Pretty good! How about you?"

Anonymous: What are you made of? Do you have internal organs? A circulatory system?

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"Well, uh, I guess so. I’ve never really made any plans to dissect myself and find out, but I assume I’m basically… human-ish."

Anonymous: i saw u post that to the wrong blog

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Anonymous: Of course he's not gay, he just likes licking black bars.

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Anonymous: r u gay

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theworstkindofsinner: Lucifer let out a low chuckle, corners of his mouth curving upwards into a sadistic smirk. "Not so tough now, are we? No. I have not 'done enough'. I believe we are far from finished." Good, Passion was against the wall. Less space to maneuver that way The Fallen's fist went for his jaw again, ready to couple the blow with another kick or two.

There was no use in reasoning with a seething demon, but Passion wasn’t about to give up and give in to Lucifer. The argument was dropped, however, as soon as Lucifer’s smile signalled that his violence came from concious decision, not blind rage. The first blow might have been out of raw fury; now it was deliberate. He could not decide which was more terrifying.

Tense and pressed flush to the wall, straining not to shake, the personification glared back. Lucifer’s exploitation of his apology as weakness only made Passion regret ever trying to express his slightest of regrets. His guilt was purged with the Devil’s smirk, and Passion felt another surge of disdain threatening to strike it off of his face. Rash thoughts of attacking the Devil again were somewhat diminished as Lucifer beat him to the act, and with no more room to step back, the persona cold only sidestep just in time to avoid another fist to the jaw. The sound of the Devil’s fist against the wall where Passion’s head had just lain was dizzyingly close to his ear. Passion’s eyes had slammed shut as he flinched away from the sound, and though momentarily stunned, he continued slipping further out of reach before he assumed Lucifer had time to take aim again.

Luckily for the persona who worried over how long he could keep up his streak of evasion, there was no longer a wall to his back. Passion almost fell back into the kitchen whose door was left open but regained his footing and pressed himself against the side of the wall opposite of his pursuer. His heart still raced and he panicked until the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding ran out. He took a deep breath and supported himself against a counter, adrenaline numbing a bit of his pain, but he touched his face only to be reminded by the blood on his lips that this would hurt like hell in the morning. He inspected the blood briefly, but didn’t exactly have time to wash up or attend to his jaw. Instead, between the fingers dripping red, he caught sight of a metal savior.

Passion glanced at the doorway. Did demons bleed? Lucifer could appear in the archway and corner him again at any second, so the persona fumbled for the knife anyway. Was it really a good idea use a weapon against the King of Hell? He swallowed nervously and glimpsed his reflection in the blade, already bruised. There was little choice other than to run like a coward, but who was to say such a puny weapon would even hurt a fallen angel? He held the handle more firmly, brows furrowed in nervous anticipation of when Lucifer would turn the corner, silently assuring himself that there was no other way out of this, and it was Lucifer’s fault for driving him to it.

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Passion smiled and extended a hand towards Satchel only to cringe away and freeze for a moment at the sight of his teeth. “Oh! Um, it’s nice to meet you, Satchel. I’m Passion.” The persona inspected the man’s face for a a few seconds more before deciding that those pointy teeth weren’t a threat and reoffered his hand, albeit slowly.

He flinches back as Passion does, closing his mouth. When he opens it again his teeth are normal, and his smile more shaky. He pulls his hand out of his hoodie’s pocket, turning the fingers from blade-like claws to normal fingers as he extends his hand to shake, and does. “P-Passion, hm? Is that a funny name or are you a personification?”

The more timid return of Satchel’s smile made Passion feel a bit guilty for having jumped. It was a natural reaction he supposed, but Satchel seemed lot more insecure than before. The personification was about to apologize for his jumpiness, but Satchel seemed to have recovered, and Passion hadn’t even noticed his claws. He was sure to accept the man’s hand more firmly than before in hopes it would cover that little roadbump in their meeting. “No no, I’m a personification; I guess that makes it both.”

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Satchel looks up at the pink personification in wonder, grinning with a mouthful of sharp teeth.
“H-hi! I’m Satchel, who’re you?”

Passion smiled and extended a hand towards Satchel only to cringe away and freeze for a moment at the sight of his teeth. “Oh! Um, it’s nice to meet you, Satchel. I’m Passion.” The persona inspected the man’s face for a a few seconds more before deciding that those pointy teeth weren’t a threat and reoffered his hand, albeit slowly.

In which Lucifer suggests something illegal in thirty-six countries, and Passion is unimpressed because he has done it in at least twenty of them.

In which Lucifer suggests something illegal in thirty-six countries, and Passion is unimpressed because he has done it in at least twenty of them.

theworstkindofsinner: He cracked his knuckles. "I believe we have gone beyond that." He didn't want anything from Passion anymore, he just wanted to get his frustration out by now. He kicked out at the Persona again. The temperature in the room was still climbing.

Out of fancy, Passion actually hoped and imagined that perhaps the Devil would leave. Perhaps he would feel remorse, apologize for all he had done, and then leave. Apologize, leave, and then perhaps come back next time with some sort of peace treaty gift, and everyone could live happily ever after. No, instead Passion looked up from the blood on his hand, alerted by the second spike in temperature just in time to scramble backwards again. This time he was sure to climb to his feet, disillusioned from any chance of treaty.

He considered begging mercy for a split second, fearful of how far the Devil planned to go in his revenge. It had shown in his eyes until he scolded himself for such cowardly thinking. He wasn’t going to plead mercy and live with the shameful memory of having done so. The personification was still not quite stupid enough to try and strike at Lucifer again, and so he opted for backing away further from any future kicks planning to be thrown.

Passion slowly raised his hands in front of him as if to try and calm Lucifer down. At the same time he found himself retreating closer and closer to a wall. He took a deep, shaky breath before exhaling slowly and deciding his words slowly. "I hit you because you were harassing me first." His back bumped the wall and he swallowed. "I realize that… maybe it was a bit of an overreaction to punch you, so… I guess…” The persona refused to look Lucifer in the eyes. "I’m sorry for hitting you" His apology was reluctant and spoken in a hurry, and Passion assured himself in his own mind it was out of maturity rather than fearful submission. "but you’ve already hit me back! Haven’t you done enough now?” There was a hint of desperation in his final question, praying that it would knock some sort of sense into the furious demon before him.