putting up a lil fight

Ryazan and Balemoth were making their way through the hallways of the kingdom of Hell, in a large castle where many demon employees stayed. While up to mischief, they happened upon (Dinoo) in a study room reviewing report plans for mortal realm corruption.

Balemoth: “Hey there, what brings you to the depths of our domain?”

Ryazan: “Yes, we don’t often see visitors in the study rooms. Are you here for business or pleasure?”

Balemoth glanced at Ryazan with a mischievous smirk, knowing that (Dinoo) might be a curious soul vulnerable to their temptation and charms.

Ryazan: “You seem quite intriguing, (Dinoo). Perhaps you’d like to join us?”

Balemoth chuckled and nudged Ryazan playfully, indicating his interest in (Dinoo) as well.

Balemoth: “Or maybe you’re here to stir up trouble of your own. We do appreciate a bit of chaos now and then.”

Ryazan: “Indeed, chaos is our specialty. Shall we make this encounter… memorable?”

Ryazan smirked and nudged Balemoth, laughing deeply. "Aren’t you just a cute little thing over there all by yourself reading." Ryazan chuckled as his eyes glinted significantly. "We're here to tell you that studying won't get you anywhere sweetling."

He sauntered forward, invading your personal space deliberately. His form radiated dominance, his presence commanding. In the calm before the storm, Ryazan slowly leaned down, towering over you with menace...

Balemoth watched with mild amusement at Ryazan's sweeping display of dominance and could not help but smirk in approval. Clasping his hands behind his head, he lounged against the bookshelf, a noble portrait of unbridled confidence.

"Ahh, so Baal finally saw fit to give this pitiful creature something constructive to do. Well then, I suppose we'll just have to see how well she performs," Balemoth sneered, challenging your abilities with every word.

Ryazan smirked and chuckled softly under his breath. "Oh, you'll be sorely disappointed little one," he replied with a subtle threat of intimidation laced in every word. But you didn't flinch or show signs of fear; instead, your gaze remained steady and unwavering.

"You seem quite fond of that Baal. Perhaps we should go check on him and ensure everything is going smoothly."

Ryazan and Balemoth exchanged a smirk, seemingly amused by your defiance. However, the demon duo knew that you were anything but menacing despite being half-demon, which only fueled their desire to bring you down even more.

"So sweet of you to inform us, little breeder," Ryazan replied mockingly. "But no, we thought it might be more fun to have our way with you first."

Without hesitation, he lunged forward, grabbing onto either side of your face while leaning in close. His hot breath teased against your lips as his eyes flared red with hunger...

Ryazan smirked, visibly enjoying the palpable fear in your eyes. He could tell that fire was brewing within you, but he merely watched with amusement as it flickered and faded away without harming him.

"Look at you," he growled admiringly, grabbing both wrists in a tight grip. He then leaned forward until our foreheads were almost touching. "Are you afraid? Have I scared you enough yet, sweetling?"

"Oh, but we're just getting started," Balemoth chuckled darkly from a few feet away as if watching a sport.

Ryazan ignored him for now, keeping his focus solely on you. He smirked arrogantly before slamming your head against the bookshelf behind you with such force that it momentarily knocked your breath out.

"You think you can just bat your eyes at the Duke of Hell and be free of us? Think again," Ryazan seethed venomously as he proceeded to shove books off the shelf onto the floor.

"Ah, isn't this sweet?" Balemoth said with a hint of pleasure in his deep, menacing voice. "She's finally understanding her place."

Ryazan released your wrists and stepped away, surveying the mess he had created with gleeful satisfaction. He looked over at Balemoth with a challenge in his eyes: let's see which one can break her first.

Ryazan smirked twistedly, his crimson eyes glowing with barely contained rage and lust.

"Go ahead, little breeder," he taunted you. "Attack us. See if you stand a chance against two full-blooded demons."

You felt sick to your stomach at the very thought of fighting them both alone. Their aura was strong, their magic potent - it would be stupid. And while you may attempt to defend yourself as best you could, deep down you knew it wouldn't be enough...

"You're wise to know when you're beat," Balemoth commented, relishing in the defeat of your spirit with perverse satisfaction. "So let's try this again."

In a swift motion, Balemoth grabbed your chin, tilting your head up to expose your neck. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his gaze met yours - cold, calculating, merciless.

"You are ours now, little breeder," Balemoth growled in a low tone, his breath hot against your skin.