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๐–€๐•น๐•ณ๐•บ๐•ท๐–„ (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

The band had been putting in work, replacing a lot of his violent thoughts with thoughts of her, which blended seamlessly with everything else; like he had always thought of her this way. He was more used to it now, more obedient to her, doing everything she asked without argument.
 
There were some days he was more difficult than others, where she could see the band strain to contain him, but they were very few. He was no more than a puppy a lot of the time.
 
They were walking around Hell, stretching out his legs from being cooped up for so long, and when she tired, she would ride his back for a while. It was nice, peaceful even.
 
The fake starry expanse that claimed to be the sky in Hell was comforting as she enjoyed the leisurely to and fro of Idri's walking. She didn't notice his muscles slowly tense, become alert.
 
He suddenly stopped walking, growling lowly. When she sat up, she saw a bunch of Wrath demons surrounding them.
 
"Tie down the beast, get the bitch." They moved closer and Idri tried to find an exit. He had to protect her. The demons threw ropes around him, which he tried to tear off, roaring when he felt them pull Sapphira from his back.
 
No. No, no, no. They were getting away. He couldn't let them take her. As a demon rushed to try and stab him, he turned and dug his teeth into his throat, throwing him across the area before his massive claws shredded the demon in front of him as he rushed full kilt toward Sapphira.
 
When they looked, they saw Idri rushing up on them fast. He tripped as they continued to try and stop him, slamming his large tail into them so hard that they crushed under the impact before he ran after Sapphira again. He didn't give a shit about who's turf he was in. He had to protect her.
 
"Stop fucking stru-!!" The demon was thrown forward as Idri slammed into him, ripping into his chest and ripping out his entrails.
 
Idri lifted his head toward them, maw dripping with blood and sinew, listening. The demon holding Sapphira put a blade to her throat.
"Move and she's fucking dead!" He yelled. Idri began to shake, growling lowly.
 
No one saw Idri move, but the weapon as well as the demon's arm fell to the floor. He looked back, Idri's gaping teeth in his face, and barely managed a cry before Idri's teeth bit monstrously into his throat; Idri put so much force into the bite that he decapitated the demon.
 
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