Sullivan
Your neighborhood Demon
About Sullivan
Sullivan is a made demon. Unlike some demons, Sullivan was born something else and became a demon. In his case, Sullivan was created an angel.
While Sullivan was in heaven he shared his bed with quite a few angels. Eventually he was reprimanded by an archangel and given a choice to clean up his behavior. He thought that was stupid so he began sleeping with even more angels. Eventually he was, not so kindly, kicked out of heaven for his promiscuous behavior and defiance of God.
During his fall a lot of things changed. It felt like his entire being became something new. Sullivan’s pristine white wings turned gray and black, horns sprouted from his head, a tail grew from his back, and his tongue split. His halo disappeared, either falling to earth or taken by the archangel who banished him. Each change was deliberately done to make him look like a creature of sin, someone untrustworthy. The only thing that didn’t change was his height, he stayed 6’2.
Right after the fall Sullivan spent a good chunk of time in hell. He wasn’t sure what demons were supposed to do. Turns out they can do pretty much anything, unlike angels. Eventually he made it back up to the surface. Having been an angel for most of his life he still found a lot of what he saw in hell disturbing and distasteful.
All angels have golden runes over their bodies to signify the power they hold. When Sullivan fell his singed and burned. Throughout his time on earth he has gotten tattoos to cover the ugly remainder of his runes. He hared having to look at them and the tattoos hide them perfectly while giving him something nice to look at.
He has a resting bitch face. If you don’t know him he always looks annoyed. Sullivan is easily angered and stays pretty grumpy. He has a really short fuse on his temper. He has a bad habit of getting in fights, punching walls, throwing things. Pissing him off is overall just a horrible idea.
Sullivan is obsessed with angels. He all but melts when he sees those white wings and an innocent face. When he was in heaven he loved fucking sweet little angels and teaching them all sorts of naughty things, and now it’s just a million times more fun. When he was kicked from heaven everyone assumed becoming a demon would keep angels far away from him. In reality he has fucked more angels since his fall than he ever did in heaven. Something about him being good for a demon just draws angels to him and he loves it.
He goes by Sullivan because he didn’t feel like his angel name suited him after the fall. He actually hasn’t spoken his true name since he was in heaven. He prefers to be called Sullivan because it sounds more assertive, but he wouldn’t mind a friend or partner calling him Sully. It's actually pretty cute.
Sullivan also keeps his emotions very close to his heart now. After a long time of mindlessly playing with angels and wasting his time on earth he met a fallen angel. Sullivan connected with the fallen like he had never connected with someone before. It was the first proper relationship the demon had ever been in, everything was new and so exciting for Sully. The fallen was the first person Sullivan ever loved. He didn't realize that being with someone could be so amazing and intense. Things didn’t play out in Sullivans favor though. The fallen had been with an angel before Sullivan and one day the angel came back for the fallen. When a choice had to be made the fallen chose an angel over a demon and it left Sullivan heartbroken. He hated that he’d been so stupid and vulnurable and was left behind for an angel. He never wants to get into a relationship again because it just leaves him too open to being used and hurt.
Sullivan's Fall
In the beginning there was pain.
Everything hurt. It was as if every molecule of the males being was rewriting itself in one singular moment.
The air around him was scorching. It singed his skin, lighting his body ablaze in fiery and consuming agony. A burning sensation blossomed across his back and shoulders. Things on him were being singed and he couldn’t place what they were.
Two spots sparked harshly atop his head, spearing his skull. His lower back throbbed, the way it would if a disc in his spine had suddenly been thrown out of place.
He didn’t know who he was, or for that matter, what he was. His mind was hazy. All the male knew was agony. It had to be never ending.
There was a terrifying feeling of nothingness amongst the pain. Falling. He was falling, plummeting to the earth in what felt like slow motion.
While it may have felt like the male was falling through the sky leisurely, he was not. His body was being sent through the air like a meteor. Solid ground was fast approaching and there was no stopping him.
Perhaps there would be an ending to the blinding misery that was this pain.
His body landed in the earth, the force of his impact sending him through the surface. He laid in the small crater his body had made, unable to move.
Laying there in the dirt he was forced to stare at the sky. He was forced to look at heaven, a home he would never see again.
A clear blue sky was the last thing he saw before his eyes fluttered shut and he drifted out of consciousness.
RESCUED
The next time his eyes cracked open the sun wasn’t shining down on him anymore. A warm glow was cast over the surrounding area as the sun set in the west.
“Finally. I was starting to think you we’re dead”
The fallen male lurched at the sound. Every bone and muscle screamed in protest and he lifted himself off the ground.
Standing to the left of his head was a man, looking down at him in the crater of his own making.
Large black wings stretched out from his back casting a shadow over the others crumpled form. The stranger looked down, his eyes inquisitive as he surveyed the broken man before him.
From the wounded males perspective the towering being looked like death incarnate. Looming wings of black silken feathers expanded from his shoulder. His porcelain skin was decorated in ornate black runes, tracing over all of his exposed skin. The horns that peaked from his dark curls were draped in delicate gold chains. Perhaps he was a monster here to drag the fallen to hell.
“Who...What are you?” He rasped out, his throat raw and full of dust. The fallen coughed from the strain of speaking. His chest ached as the forced motion.
A softly arched brow raised on the winged males face. “You can call me Kieran, I’m a demon” He spoke so casually, as if being a demon was mundane and irrelevant.
“I figured you know what I am since…” He made a vague gesture at Sullivan “Anyways, let’s get you out of here. We don’t need people finding you here”
Kieran walked down into the pit, leering over Sullivan. The demon looked even more intimidating up close. His features were agular and sharp, making his beauty look threatening. The brown in his eyes looked swirled with black as he stared down at the broken looking man.
“I’m going to have to touch your wings to help…” Kieran’s words fell on deaf ears as he continued speaking.
Wings. He had his own wings.
Memories were flooding back into his mind. Who he is. Who he was…
He was an angel. A soldier in heaven’s army. Clearly not a good one if his current situation told him anything.
The demon was on his knees, carefully removing rocks and rubble from the fallens wings. He spoke again as he worked “Do you remember who you are?”
“Yeah i’m…” He paused to think for a moment. He knew who he used to be, But he’s not that angel anymore. “Sullivan. I’m Sullivan”
Kieran looked at him skeptically but extended his hand to help him up. “Let’s get you out of here Sullivan”
RECOGNITION
Sullivan didn’t recognize the person looking back at him in the mirror.
He wasn’t the beautiful, holy soldier he was 24 hours ago. So much had changed, he didn’t know where to focus his eyes.
Two black horns sprouted from his head. Once an ornate golden halo used to rest upon his head, now two devilish horns sat atop his skull. They were nestled into the front of his blood caked white hair, peaking out and curling back slightly.
He reached up, lightly brushing his fingers over one. The texture and appearance was similar to that of a rams horn. His light hair was a stark contrast to the midnight black. The protrudances on his head made him look vile. Beastial.
His gaze drifted to his wings. Previously Sullivan’s wings were pure white, always looking like silk. Their appearance was far less pristine now. His wings were a dull grey color, tainted. Each feather faded into a charcoal black. The heat of the fall was so intense that the delicate tips of the feathers were singed off. Leaves and twigs were stuck amongst the dirt dusted feathers. Nothing about the large wings he carried looked angelic anymore.
Swinging in the background was a long black tail. At first glance he thought it was a hallucination, but unfortunately for him it was real. Sprouting from the base of his spine was a black tail. It was about 4 feet long and ended in a triangular tip. When he held it in his hand it felt similar to smooth leather.
The last thing he took note of were the runes on his skin. It was common for angels to be given rune, holy markings to aid them in their task and make them more powerful. Traditionally they were delicate golden pieces that angels wore proudly. Sullivan stepped closer to the mirror, inspecting the place on his bicep where a beautiful rune used to sit. Instead of intricate golden line work, there was angry raised flesh. His runes had been burned off. He was no longer holy enough to wear heaven's marks on his flesh.
With a shaky breath Sullivan stepped back, taking in his full body in the mirror. He looked like a creature of nightmares. It was as if a beast that had crawled from the depths of hell looked back at him in the mirror.
What sort of monster had he been turned into?