The Ink Demonth Day 11: Prison

The Ink Demonth Day 11: Prison

A cell of one’s own making.

(Headache has been killing me all day so sorry if there’s any issue I’m not seeing. Also thank you Copperright for teaching me how to draw mustaches)

The Ink Demonth Day 18: Pose

This was the first thing that came to mind when I saw the prompt, which I guess you could argue is posing in two ways.

The Ink Demonth Day 14: Deal

“I can help you achieve your dreams... but it will come at a price... a few lives.... do we got a deal?”

The Ink Demonth Day 24: Exaggeration

I’m sure it wasn’t that bad Bertrum.

The Ink Demonth Day 26: Appeal

Joey knew how to get into people’s minds. He know how to make the horrific fate he offered seemed appealing.

(Frank Brown my boy please run-)

The Ink Demonth Day 13: Reflection

“What the-?! Are those- No... Who am I- What Am I Now?!”

He threw his hand against the glass as soon as the seeing tool went down. He hissed as blood poured from the wounds the glass made. Boris raced to his side, confused and worried. Guilt filled his mind as soon as the anger and fear left. “I’m fine...” he whispered as he pulled his sleeve over the wound.

The next loop, Henry wrote a message there so he would never see the wings and horns again.

He didn’t know it wasn’t showing something about his spirit. Nor was it something Joey made to try and freak him out. It wasn’t showing any of the ideas, it wasn’t any of the ideas Henry thought it was.

It was showing his hidden biology. The parts of his DNA he didn’t know he had.

And the next time he would see those horns and wings, his horns and wings, they wouldn’t just be a reflection in the mirror...

(We’re due for a power outage tonight for maintenance, so I may not be able to get an early start in tomorrow like I like too. May not be able to work on tomorrow in time if something goes wrong. So have a mini-fic for my AU as an added bonus to today. I was going to write something similar to this soon anyway so might as well do a bit of it now.)