#Oomi Katsumi

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#Oomi #Oomi Katsumi #Lord of Violence #Violence #Demon of Violence #fc #I love this face #angel #ancient demon

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((When you unintentionally betray your muse’s trust in a thread...))

Sorry honey. TT___TT *smoothces*

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@umbra-est-magus <3

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Can’t get enough of his face now. He is going through a hard phase and I wish I could hug him. I wish he’d allow. :D  :’3

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Owner of the hottest posture.

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#Oomi #Oomi Katsumi #Lord of Violence #Violence #angel warrior #fc #rp #plus one X shaped scar on the left side of his face

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Demon of Promiscuity escapes

1953, Budapest

He could smell it. Taste it. Something was off. His beloved little brother was so much different... and Oomi sensed it every way possible, keeping his eyes on the blonde, anxious. Harahel was distressed and fatigued lately. Lost his smile, good spirit and enthusiasm. Lord of Violence was laying in his room gazing the ceiling, listening every insignificant noise from apartment next door.

A sudden thump, something landed on the ground followed with a low groan. Oomi jumped out of the bed and expecting the worst, rushed out his door. On the corridor, Lucien, the heavily scar faced carrier of Death was already hurried towards the room of Harahel, but Oomi stopped firmly.- Let me.- he said with teeth clenched tight, and opened the room of his brother.

Harahel was crawling on the floor towards the opened door, whimpering and groaning, clawing the wooden floor. Oomi’s face turned to disturbed and fear opened his eyes wide. It was in front of him. The only thing they feared. The angel felt his stomach jumping as he launched forward, kneeling down in front of the other.

- Harahel.- he whispered, reaching his hand out to touch the shoulder of the blonde angel faced the floor, his delicate body in an abnormally twisted position, in agony.

- Hear me brother.- Oomi clenched his fingers on the other’s shoulder, who suddenly gazed up.

- Nannu alā pilavakaṇḍi!- the demon hissed and growled. Oomi recognized Telugu language in a moment, favorite of Promiscuity.  The demon told him not to call him brother.

Oomi’s lower lips shook a little from both horror and disgust. The monster took control over his little brother and caged him in just the way they did with the demons in the last centuries. Millenniums...

- Out of the way, Oomi.- Lucien, Lord of Death entered without more hesitation and mercilessly knelt on the back of the demon, who was still fighting to take full control over the angel’s physique. Pulling the beast’s arms back, Lucien tried to hold them together, yelling for help:

- Reyes!- he called Lord of Pain.

- No...- Oomi protested weakly, but horror almost completely paralyzed him. His silent word was completely unheard through the angry remonstrance of the monster.

“They will take your brother down to the dungeons and he will be a prisoner forever. Harahel will rot there, darkness and acridity will be his only companion.”- demon of Violence rustled for the warrior.

After some seconds, Oomi took momentum and kicked Lucien right in the chest.

Lord of Death fell to his back, and moaned in surprise. Oomi wasted no time, grabbed the blonde by his upper arms, jerking him to his feet.- Harahel! Can you hear me?!- he yelled. Promiscuity’s head yanked back, as he laughed on a deep, hoarse voice, mockingly. Then he suddenly looked into the face of Oomi and screamed at him on a formidable and obviously inhuman voice, his purple eyes gazing the warrior the most threatening way.

Lord of Violence loosened his grip on the blonde’s arms from momentary shock. Promiscuity moved away and freed himself, launching towards the window to jump out.

- What the fuck are you doing?- Reyes yelled from the door, while Lucien stood and all of them jumped after the demon, through the ledge, out to the night.

The rain started to fall relentlessly on the running Promiscuity and on Lords of Death, Pain and Violence in his footsteps. Oomi’s throat was tight, still dizzy from the trauma but he managed to keep up with the cursing others.

- He is gone!- Reyes yelled into the thunderstorm, as hours later they stood in the middle of the forest, out of breath, turning around and round, helplessly.

- He is, damn it.- Lucien agreed, then they both gazed at Oomi, blaming. But Lord of Violence was still looking around, turning from left to right, despairingly, breathing heavily, lips part. Rain merged with his tears.

“He is free.”- Violence whispered inside his head.

It was a nightmare.

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