PAINT THE SKY — return

[Luca]

help was something that the pink toned demon definitely required. his body was rigid from pain, muscles tense and pulled tight beneath tufts of silky fur.  the strain of it all was evident in the subtle shake or his body as his ears turned to pick up deldrach's words. a single eye cracked open, claws parting to let a tiny crack of light in. even that was too much, but the subtle shadow that the feline cast over him helped his vision adjust somewhat. a guttural growl rumbled behind his teeth, snarl etching itself on what could be seen of his obscured muzzle. beneath his claws was dripping with black slime, obscuring most of his facial features from view. the thick, tar-like substance pooled from the gaps of his teeth and dribbled down his neck, staining the fur black up to his shoulders. the regeneration process wasn't always elegant, wasn't always complete, that much was evident in the growing puddle of viscous black and the wild spark in his visible eye.

"what do you know?" he snapped at her. it was common sense really, there was no point in arguing with her words, but he had never been the type to do things the easy way. the burning that raged though his every limb completely drowned out the assault of his claws, now splattered with a mixture of pink and deep purple. a much larger shadow fell over the two of them, this one much more recognisable, but in a vague sort of way, a kind of recognition that his brain couldn't quick place. his eye dared to open more than a slit with the appearance of this large shelter, odd-shaped pupil skimming the vantablack form as if searching for an answer among all the spines and glossy plates.

"i'm in the typhoon again," he murmured, mostly to himself, and finally began to pull himself upwards. his body was perfectly normal from the neck downwards. it appeared that only his face suffered from the apparent deformation, the pink crescents of his eyes the only features visible behind a constantly shifting mass of sludge. torn ears flicked as another approached, glowing irises quick to snap in their direction. did he need help? did he? his dripping muzzle creased as he flashed his fangs. "only if you're willing." people always wanted to help him until they knew what helping an incubus entailed. "where's dee?" he was quick to change the subject. the captain was the one he remembered the most. if he wanted anyone to see him in this state, it was that golden workaholic. — burn with me, heaven's on fire