Kidding, it’s not thaaaat great, but I’m still pretty proud of the way this turned out
Although this is definitely not my biggest demon, Decemuir Secretorum (Keeper of Secrets) is definitely up there with the big boys.
As you may have guessed from the Latin
totes original right, my demon is Secrecy.
I am a very quiet person, believe it or not; I don’t speak much and I don’t share much, especially if it has been deemed personal.
I hold things in, ranging from emotion to experience and everything in-between. I don’t give things away; so you could say your secrets are safe with me.
Decemuir here represents that; he is my secret keeper. he’s a bit gaunt and very big, as holding stuff in can make you waste away and just… some secrets are big, and I’ve got some big secrets, make no mistake, so there’s a bit of symbolism there.
He doesn’t speak much, and when he does, some more chain links keep his lips close together and form a sort of magical barrier that mutes his voice whenever he tries to share something private, so he can’t spill too many secrets.
And that brings us directly to the chains and shackles, as well as the keyhole on his chest.
All of these have symbolism as well: the chains represent secrets holding one back. I mean, let’s be honest, it’s hard to progress when you’ve got something on your chest no one knows about. As for the keyhole, every person has a way to be unlocked. earning that trust from someone can cause them to open up, and then the secrets come flooding out, like light. Which is why there’s a little bit of a glow emanating from that particular part of his chest.
You can’t see them here, but there are some shackles and weights on his feet as well.
As far as personality goes, Decemuir is a bit of a grouch, as he has a ton of private information given by yours truly stored away, and he can’t tell anyone because of the Pact we have. Other than that, he’s a pretty chill and good guy, trying to help others bring the truth to the light. He can be a bit wary at times, as he doesn’t want anyone to find out what he knows (much like myself), but he’s pretty chill about that. He can act exasperated at times, but that’s because of all of the weight that he has to carry, and he’s sick of it.
As a note after all of that, the chains/shackles/weights are either added with each secret he is told or with each secret that is told to someone else besides himself.
As a defense mechanism, he can push spikes out of his body when extremely angry. It keeps people away, and that’s exactly what he likes when something he’s not supposed to share comes a little too close to surfacing.
His “powers” are creepy-night-in-the-graveyard-based: shadows, fog/mist, that sort of stuff.
WOW THAT’S A LOT
I should probably explain myself here because I do not have black hair
but one can wish
SO, assuming we made a pact(which I will explain in just a minute),afterwards my hair and eyes get darker, eyes get all neat and purpley because why not, and my pupils become the same yellow as his eyes/keyhole, and in the shape of a key missing its head or whatever its called
As for the pact itself, it’s pretty simple: his half to fulfill is help me get over my fear of losing people because of the things I’ve got to come out with, and mine is to stop keeping so many secrets.
Oh, and the no smiling thing; I have discovered I’m a bit, okay, a big time blank slate. If I’m not smiling I’m just staring with varying degrees of emotion. Which is kinda cool, but I digress.
Okay I’ve been kinda really anticipating for this part, so bear with me for just a little while longer
When I’m asleep, the setting is always the same: a long hallway filled with doors of all kinds, but Decemuir is always behind a tall, asymmetrical door colored black with a knob in the shape of a keyhole; you turn that knob down till it looks like a normal keyhole, and bam, there he is, designing keys and locks and meddling around with other metal junk.
The other doors lead to other people’s secrets.
My cupboard (you know what I mean, the ones like Ava’s and Maggie’s) is practically the same as Dece’s door, only considerably smaller and when it opens, it swings downward and not to the side. The key to it looks kinda like a heart.
Well, that’s pretty much it! Thanks for reading that wall of text, and if you’ve stuck this far, you deserve a prize.
Or, like, ten.