i've looked at clouds from both sides now (𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥)

[possessum]

<sup>Who: Peter Graham + you! Prompts will be placed here.
What: Canon update business, potential event things, tba.
When: Through the month of November.
Where: Various places in Trench / tba.

Content Warnings: This character comes with demonic possession by default. There's a gif including nudity (non-sexual, just a couple of people shown naked from behind) in one of the posts. Additional warnings will be placed in individual spaces.</sup>

^{( On Peter's birthday and Blessed Month, he will go through a canon update that's given him updated memories. For weeks 1 - 3 he will mentally be MIA, and Paimon/Charlie may be interacted with. On week 4, Peter will return. Closed starters will be placed under the appropriate posts. Please hit me up @ plot post / plurk / large bat#2354 / pm if you're interested in a starter / if you'd like to plot for the month! )}

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[lightthedarkness]

[His nails hit their mark, slashing across her cheek and drawing blood as she's pushed back, her own klutziness causing her to tumble back, and hit the ground. She's still for a moment and lets out a breath.

She was going to need to be more of a presence.

Usagi sat up and her crescent moon shined bright in the middle of her brow, her wound healing immediately as she shifted from Usagi to Serenity, her gown flowing out around her and she stood up, moving to tower over him and using her own power to press down on him, easing the pressure he created.]

cw: spooky possession things (levitation, contortions); nose bleed

[possessum]

( It's a warning, like a cat, a snake, reared up and striking, but meant only as caution — at least for the moment. He feels his nails make contact against skin, tearing it open enough to draw blood, and he stays bristling at the girl, tensed up, wild-eyed.

But that's when something changes. Perhaps most would be able to feel that change as much as see it, but the demon is sensitive to things on a level that's deep and ancient and he feels it more intensely than some might — down to his very spirit, where it spreads through him. And the energy around him, that staticy chaos, is being manipulated. He can feel it, the shifts in pressure, the waning of it.

And something in him recognises this, this form, this entity. He's known her, hasn't he? Felt her touch upon his cheek, been comforted by her. Part of him remembers, and for a moment it wants to reach out to her. Goddess, it thinks.

But there's so much wrong in the demon king. Returning to those memories, what happened in Peter's homeworld... it's as though something's ripped through his spirit, made it raw. Some sort of rage that's just as raw takes over, and suddenly, he's standing too. No, not standing... floating, feet levitating slowly a good foot or so from the wooden floorboards, eyes black and crackling.

His vessel's body contorts violently before its spine bends grotesquely inwards, as his energy revs up in response to this being's intense swell of power. Blood spills from Peter's nostrils in two bright red streams, and the demon roars.

It's not necessarily with the intention to try to harm her, the being before him — but he's refusing to be calmed just yet. ....The demonic tantrum just gets a lot worse, in other words. )

[lightthedarkness]

[She meets his gaze without an ounce of fear. She does not flinch when he roars, she does not cower at the sight of the contorting or the blood, even if it means Peter might be hurting, that Paimon may be hurting. He was already hurting, what was more pain?

She merely stares at him, wholly unimpressed. He is an ancient being having a tantrum, she is an actual mother and Goddess who is quite used to them.]

You are hurting only yourself and you will hurt Luna if you continue to act like this. [Because Luna will worry, she will fret, and she will be pained to see Paimon and Peter even further pained.]

cw: continued spooky possession business, bone-breaking

[possessum]

( Unfortunately, he isn't capable of reacting to those words the way he normally would be. Not when he's like this — too twisted, too wrong, his spirit so freshly mutilated by the hands that held him before. The witches of Peter's world fought for years upon years to catch hold of him, and after those years upon years of wearing down hosts and botched possessions, finally he was successfully captured.

Only he is not something that was ever meant to be captured and held in place. For a moment it shows in him — perhaps Serenity, being what she is, will be able to perceive it within the being that twists and floats before her. For a moment, his True Self ripples up under the surface, and it is something that transcends true definition. "Demon" is only one term used to convey what he is; there have been other words, from other times, other cultures; he is ancient. He has been known as a "god", and even to some cultures a "goddess"; he is not a being that can be specified. Paimon is a cacophony, and endless voices and sounds swell from his spirit, lights that sparkle in colours no human could ever perceive. Peter's body bends backwards at an impossible angle, unable to contain the Thing that burns too brightly within. Beautiful, horrible, painful.

The words have no effect; perhaps Paimon can't even hear them. His vessel's limbs spasm, more blood pooling from its nose, black eyes rolling backwards. And it wrenches violently up underneath the skin it's trapped within, that burning alien Thing. There's a loud snap as Peter's bones are forced beyond their limits, and one arm falls grotesquely loose and limp. Then more snaps as some of the fingers of his opposite hand break, twisting up and gnarled. A rib snaps next, cracking in half. The Thing will break this body apart. )

[lightthedarkness]

[Her eyes narrow at the display, the only sign she is any amount of displeased or upset this is happening to Peter's body from Paimon's tantrum.] That's enough of that.

[She summoned her scepter and without an ounce of hesitation, sent a wave of her powers into him. Her light entered him, wrapped around him, and seeped into him. She healed his body without pain, removing the aches his contortion had wrought. Whatever he broke, she set right. Whatever was aching, she healed so not even the memory of pain existed.

He was in chaos.

And she? She was the hand of Cosmos.

If he was in a cacophony, she would offer him serenity. Her powers wrapped around him, offering a blanket of light, warmth, and love. An abundance of calm and ease. Luna would hopefully forgive her for using force.]

[possessum]

( The demon himself feels no pain — aware of the sensation of it, but he is something that transcends the capacity to feel such things; his true form up under Peter's skin isn't anything corporeal. The pain belongs to the body he breaks. And it's there, even if the boy's spirit isn't conscious. Nerves shred raw, bones snapped, blood swelling inside. The essence of this human body's pain swells like a balloon, threatening to burst; the air's energy floods with it. Mercifully, Peter isn't awake through it, but his body still undergoes the trauma.

And then there is something else. Something that Paimon has gotten glimpses of once before when he'd met the other being, but never fully. Never been touched by it, filled with the light of it. Of her.

It overwhelms everything, powerful, but not in a way that is oppressive or smothering; no, it feels like being held. Surrounded from the outside in, and he can feel it fixing the physical brokenness of his vessel.

Lucifer, is what he thinks, for those first few moments that he is filled with light and peace and a sensation that he wouldn't know to describe as "love", for what he is does not function through such concepts. But it's there, and he understands it as closely as something like him can. His spirit shudders and welcomes it, that light. It is not his beloved Lucifer, but something that feels so close. A golden glow pulses up underneath his vessel's skin, eyes likewise shimmering with gold as he slowly lowers back to the ground, to lie on his back. And then he is still, half-lidded, a few tears slipping slowly from the corners of his eyes. His vessel's body leaks this way when overwhelmed, but it isn't a bad sensation this time. He's basking in the light, completely at peace.

His mouth moves softly, more than one voice forming hushed words in ancient, indecipherable languages. His true self, whispering to her. )

[lightthedarkness]

[She watches as he heals within and without. She watches as he settles onto the floor and is crying, whispering. She surveys his body, everything is mended and Paimon seems to have settled down. She allows her scepter to dematerialize and moves to sit beside Paimon, her hair and gown brushing against his body.

She reaches out, her skin aglow as she gently pushes his hair from his sweat-soaked brow, a response, she was sure, from the pain his body had endured.

Her skin is cool and gentle like the moonlight. Serenity does not know if his tears are for himself, for Luna's absence, from being robbed of his tantrum, or from something else. All the same, she sits with Paimon, moves and takes his hand into her own while the other cards through his hair.

The Moon Queen wonders, idly for a moment, if this was how Hotaru felt while Mistress 9 possessed her body? If Hotaru had never been allowed to be reborn, would her fate be what Paimon and Peter's fate was now, torn and bent and broken and pulled every-which-way from without and within?

She hears his whispers, but she does not understand them. Perhaps she is not meant to, she lets Paimon cry and whisper without interruption. Something tells her he's often interrupted.

After several long, long moments of carding her hand through his hair and holding his other hand she finally stops.]

Do you wish to talk about how you are feeling now?