[Yuroshi]

username: yuroshi
flit name: Lucifer
flit gender + pronouns: boy, he/him
flit sexuality: Currently doesn’t know, some preference for boys

Lucifer had always known he was a little different... for one, he rarely got nervous. And by rarely, he meant not ever. He was as fearless as they come.. certainly, it confused his parents when the little one, barely able to walk, places himself right at the edge before a steep drop. When they pulled him back, he simply looked up at them and smiled slightly, an angelic giggle escaping the young flitling. In fact, he rarely ever cried- and when he did, it was always, always silent. And never for his own sake- though he would shed tears for others, Lucifer simply never had reason to cry for himself. When asked about it, once he was a little more grown, he simply let out another one of his angelic little laughs, and gave his parents some hugs, before leaving with a wink...the boy was a mystery to all who knew him, yet he set all of them at ease. Despite his somewhat intimidating appearance, any who were fortunate enough to speak to the little one knew immediately that he was anything but dangerous... as long as you were on his good side.
As he grew, he became a little more open with his thoughts, his desires. Finally, when he was asked what he wished to do once he was grown, he gave an answer that wasn’t his precious little laugh, instead responding- “I want to heal,” as though it was the most obvious answer in the world. And to him, it was. Why wouldn’t he, when he held the ability to? When the way others smiled brought him so much joy, when making others feel better seemed to soothe even the most troubled parts of his soul.
Many were surprised about his decision, due to his appearance, but the only one fool enough to ask him got an answer completely unexpected.
“Well,” little Lucifer said, swaying slightly to unheard music, “the devil himself was once an angel. Until I am given reason to change... why ever would I?”
And with that, he bounced off, giggling as he chased a butterfly. And the other who asked the question was struck by a deep and feverish hope that nothing would ever force little Luci to change... for somehow, he simply knew that if Lucifer became the devil, the world would have to become his Hell.

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If anyone wants more time, message me and I'll extend this comp!

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This has been extended to the 20th of this month @ 5pm MST!

[Breado]

likes:
- marshmallows
- justice
- creepy things
- singing
- playing on aerophones
and the accordion
- rain
- dancing

Dislikes:
- others disobeying him
- being ignored
- mangoes
- unfair things
- cutting his claws
- champagne
- disgustingly cute stuff

username: Breado
flit name: Pyrrhus Ignatius (real name: Samael)
flit gender + pronouns: male//he/him
flit sexuality: bi
Theme: Flogging Molly - Devils Dance Floor

Say, what if...
The devil himself decided to take a bit of a break...
Came up from hell again, to see how his beloved earthlings are doing?

Meet Pyrrhus Ignatius, the devil himself.
This flit came from hell. No, not from Hell in Michigan, or the one in Norway, no. He came from the underworld, the literal Hell, and to top it off: he rules the place.
Well... Ruled, as of now.

"But if he's THE Devil, why is he... a flitling?" I hear you asking. The answer is simple:
making rushed deals with mysterious figures is never a good idea.
Because for Samael to be able to come up for a second time, he had to make a deal with someone who was willing to switch places with him. It was a small price to pay after what he's done the first time he set foot in the world of flitz. It's unknown whether the one who accepts the deal would have the pleasure and luxury Samael had there or they would just be another prisoner there; this is something even he's unsure of.
So after countless refusals and demands for a different offer, Samael was more than happy when a flit (though they wore a hood and had a strange aura to them) accepted the offer more graciously than the Devil would've thought, the deal was sealed with a shake of tails.

Samael rose up from the depths of Hell once again as the mysterious flit descended.

But something was wrong.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a stranger flit bundled up around him. They were quite bigger than he was and this fact alarmed him. After learning where he was and who the flit was, Samael got to know that the flit called Edgar had found him outside his cave, under a tree during the storm two days ago.

"I WAS OUT FOR TWO WHOLE DAYS?!"

Still not understanding his situation, as he spoke, he noticed his voice was a tad bit... thinner than how it should sound. This paired with his unusually short height raised his suspicion to 100%. After asking for a mirror and seeing that he was just a small flitling, well...
Let's just say seeing the Devil panic like an eight year old is quite a sight, I say.

He wanted to go back and drag that darn flit into a cell there to teach them a lesson about tricking the devil, but when he tried to open a door to there, he found out that not only his perfect voice was gone... but his angelic/devilish powers as well!

"Okay. New plan. We need someone to grow me up. And fast, so I can go after that sorry excuse of a deal maker."

After several storms of laughter towards him, he finally heeded his new acquaintance's, Edgar's advice and changed his name to Pyrrhus Ignatius. And with that, the long quest of dealing with the mysterious flit who tricked the devil began.

Personality

Pyrrhus is quite a bossy one when it comes to flitz; he just can't stand it when someone disobeys him, be it either bringing a glass of water or jumping down a well. He's quite cynical and lacks a normal amount of patience, but when it comes to doing something alone that requires precision and concentration, he feels like he has all the time in the world.

Despite being such a bossy donkey, Pyrrhus can be, and almost always is, the life of the party! He loves going to pubs and bars, some of the bartenders can't even wait for him to come by. If there was something that was left of his devilish powers, then one is surely his devilish charm!

One thing he always tries to deny is his softer side; he had to stay as strict but fair as possible back in hell, so it's quite hard for him to open up to anyone. He didn't really have any social contact back down there other than giving orders or torturing those who deserved it. Though, funnily enough, even though it's hard for him to open up to others, Pyrrhus was often rambling about his problems to his prisoners. He felt like it was the only way to keep himself sane after being kicked out from above the clouds.

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[Alcidesire]

username: Alcidesune
flit name: Frei
flit gender + pronouns: Male (He/Him, but doesn't mind She/Her)
This story uses both Faust, my other Flit, and Nahltheas, a non flit demon. This is a later continuation of their story, which you can see here!
ps if you need me to translate what the heck nahltheas says lemme know, shakespearen ain't always the easiest
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Every person in this world has their insecurities, their doubts, and their fears. They may range from great (will I be fired this week? Can I keep the water running and the lights on?) to the simple (is there a monster in the closet? Is the clown gonna eat me?), yet all are important. A child's fear, as insignificant as it seems to us, might be the greatest fear they've experienced in their life thus far.
The tale that follows is one of a young boy's greatest fear.




For five years Frei lived in a blissful ignorance.
His world was confined to a cozy house perched atop one of many rolling hills in a grassy countryside. They had no neighbors to speak of, but he never felt lonely: he had his uncles, the dogs, and, sometimes, there would be spirits in the fields to play with. Even on the days when no one was home he still didn't feel alone. TV, movies, and comics books were all his companions when no one else could be there. None of the villains and monsters were ever as cool as his Big Uncle or the Feldgeister, but there were still "pretty cool". (Frei would always be excited to show his uncles and the Feldgeister whenever he got the chance, flashing a beaming grin as he poked the screen or comic pages with tubby little paws. Only the Feldgeister seemed as excited as he was, but he could tell his uncles liked it too!).
So, with monsters, spirits, and villains as his friends and role models, it would only be natural that the heroes would become what he would fear most.





At the age of six that blissful ignorance would be shattered.
School was an unfortunate necessity.
While Big Uncle Nahltheas could tell him anything that happened within the "river of time spanning eternal" (not that Frei had any idea what his uncle meant by that), the state of Iowa failed to recognize demonic mentoring as a 'valid means of education', so to school it was. The nearest town was a small farming town a good half hour's drive away, far enough that the buses almost refused to go out of their way and pick him up. For a small child these rides were unbearably long - they were just him, his comics, and the hope that the farmer's kids wouldn't notice him.
Bullying had begun fairly early on for him. He had been given a few "chances" as a kid they had never met before, but it didn't take long for them to pinpoint things they didn't like. First of all, Frei was jittery; he would tap his fingers, bounce his legs, anything to maintain movement. While odd, all children were full of energy - they didn't see it as something to focus on until after everyone had gathered around to talk to him about his comics.
Frei wasn't a child used to keeping secrets.
He was open and honest about the character's he liked and why he liked them. Liking the villains more than the heroes? Thinking the demons were cooler than the God picked chosen one? The more he talked and the more he shared the more they came to the conclusion that he wasn't like "them". He was one of those 'sinners' their parents talked about. Church said these kinds of people were bad and were going to hell. Would they go to hell if they were friends with him? Confirming that Satan was the good guy in this story for making humans free was the final nail in the coffin.
When he wasn't being mocked for his jitters, the corn doll he carried, or being 'possessed', Frei was simply ignored. Isolation was crushing for the little boy who had, up until that point, only experienced love from everyone he knew. Halfway through the year he was desperate for friends, to be acknowledged by his peers, for... Anything other than the bullying.
Frei threw away the corn doll, did he best to stop his jitters, and told them he wanted to go to heaven, too.





By the age of seven he feared his own family...
Over and over the little kids had rambled to him about what their parents and pastors had said about demons and the devil. About how they'd lie and trick you, promise you wealth, love, and knowledge to get you to turn away from God. When they watched movies at sleepovers he saw the villainous warlocks a lot differently. Where once he had seen his kind Small Uncle Faust and thought they were forced to do bad things, the influence of his peers now told him that they were 'evil' and 'going to hell'. Where he once felt bad for the ghosts in movies he now felt fear. Were they going to take his soul, too?
Much of what Faust and Nahltheas told him lined up with it as well.
"Trust no daemons in good earnest, nor no further in contract neyther. From thee they seek naught but an easily-stolen soul."
Wasn't Nahltheas a demon? Did that mean Nahltheas didn't actually love him and just wanted his soul?
"Keep the doll with you if you chance the field. Buddies they may be for now but... one can never be certain with spirits."
Would the Feldgeister turn on him in a moment's notice? Would Faust?
He slept with his back to the wall and a nightlight on, tormented by nightmares of what he had thought were family and friends coming after him. On days home he would shut himself in his room and read comics, hoping nobody would bug him. Even the dog would be turned away, all three heads drooping in disappointment when its kisses were rejected.

It had been several months since this behavior began that an intervention was staged.
Dinner had been an argument when Faust didn't let Frei take dinner into his room, eventually devolving into a crying tantrum on one side and an uncle slumped over in defeat on the other. Frei spent perhaps five minutes afterwards in his room flopped on the bed and crying into his pillow and, when it was done, had nothing left but hiccups and sniffles.
That was the point when Nahltheas arrived, as silent as a mouse, presence unknown to Frei until he felt something on his bed and heard the creak of the old wood. He would've started crying again if he had any tears left to give.
"Mine eyne see all routes o'the well-traveled road that doth make up time..."
A sniffle from Frei, a shuffle from Nahltheas. No response was given, and no response was expected.
"... and mine eyne see in them fates undesirable.
Is't a fear o'mine, for thou to be lost to I or to be a terror-plagued life.
Wherefore be purpose in mine self if I art a fear of thee?"
Frei tilts his head, just enough to peak one eye out. His sniffles slow - he doesn't want to listen, but he doesn't want to miss it either.
"... thou has't spoken no word all this while, nor understood non neither.
Mine gift shall speak in mine stead.
A doll for thee, a doll for I.
Act upon thine and it shall be done unto me.
Act upon mine and it shall be done unto thee.
With thou mine easily-broken trust hath been placed."
In Nahltheas' claws was a doll that look like Frei, and on the bed one that looked like Nahltheas. He couldn't have scrabbled for it faster once Nahltheas left. A precious tool to fight with and keep evil from stealing his soul, definitely! But... It worked both ways? Would he counteract if Frei hurt the doll?





... and by his eighth birthday their relationship had almost fully recovered.
Never once did he feel hurt from the doll. Even when he hurt the Nahltheas doll. Grabbed by the dog here, snatched by a classmate there... And not once did he face retaliation. Rather, he would feel an ethereal hug in return and, when he got home, asked if everything was alright. Nahltheas, of course, knew the answer, but he would listen anyway. (On days where he felt especially down he would sometimes feel another ethereal hug out of nowhere, as if Nahltheas knew how he felt.)

Frei didn't give up on his school friends, but he did end up giving up their beliefs. Not that he would tell them that - he became quite the little pretender for an eight year old.

... and so, that is the tale of the greatest fear of a young boy and how, eventually, he and his family overcame it.

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This is closed to new forms! If you didn't finish your form and would still like to, you have time before I judge. I have to tend to a personal matter today and tomorrow, so judging should happen late Friday or Saturday.

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username: Alcidesune
flit name: Frei
flit gender + pronouns: Male (He/Him, but doesn't mind She/Her)
This story uses both Faust, my other Flit, and Nahltheas, a non flit demon. This is a later continuation of their story, which you can see here!
ps if you need me to translate what the heck nahltheas says lemme know, shakespearen ain't always the easiest

After reading through the few entries that were finished, I took a liking to this entry! I loved seeing other flitz incorporated into it and I rather enjoyed reading this! This story was very lovely, and I hope you enjoy your new flitling Frei!

Congrats! <3

[Alcidesire]

After reading through the few entries that were finished, I took a liking to this entry! I loved seeing other flitz incorporated into it and I rather enjoyed reading this! This story was very lovely, and I hope you enjoy your new flitling Frei!

Congrats! <3

Oml, thank you so much! I'll be sure to treasure the mustachio child <3