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trashogram · 2 months

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He Chose You (P. 4)

Lucifer/Reader - Lucifer picks you to be his baby mama. Rated E

You’re resting against the trunk of a tree at the top of a little hill.

It’s picturesque — the hill is gentle, sloping down to a field of tall yellow-green grass. You can smell it, wafting up with the pollen from golden flowers. The sky above is alive with pinks and oranges bleeding into yellows and whites. A symphony of coos, chirps and pitter-patters of tiny things skittering around have an oddly calming effect as you settle back and allow yourself to exist.

Eyes closed, you hear the sound of something larger than a mouse rounding the tree trunk.

“I got it!” A feminine voice breaks the calm.

You don’t have to look to feel the other person at your side. They lower themselves to the ground, knees brushing against yours when they cross their legs to sit next to you.

You don’t have to look, but you do.

There’s a woman with you now, with hair so long and blonde it’s almost white. Her chin, lips, nose, and eyes are delicate and soft.

She’s not wearing any clothes, and you can see faint scars and wrinkles against the uninterrupted expanse of her skin.

“It’s so pretty, I’ve never seen one so red.” The woman is happy to see you, speaking with all the familiarity of a sister.

She presents an apple to you, taken from behind her back like a surprise.

It is red. Red like an oversized ruby, or a still-beating heart full of blood. All except for the missing chunk made by delicate teeth, yellow-white meat peeking through.

You accept her offering without a word. Even when it’s imperfect, you’re mesmerized by the fruit.

“I took a bite. I’m sorry.” She gazes at you, eyes flinty. “Does that bother you?”

You shake your head vehemently, holding the apple between your hands as if it’s the most precious thing in the world. “No, of course not.”

The woman’s lips quirk up into a satisfied smile, growing bigger when you lift the apple to your mouth and bite into it. The taste is extraordinary — sweet juice bursts against your tongue when the crisp flesh gives under your teeth with barely any resistance.

You savor the first bite out of necessity but soon you’re ravenous. You can’t get enough.

Your companion exhales gently through her nose and looks up at the colorful sky. She seems to relish in the breeze that passes by, making the leaves above you rustle and the tall grass ahead blow back quietly.

The apple is almost gone when she looks back at you, teeth showing as she grins. “Careful there!”

She giggles, reaching out to tap the hand of your hand in warning. It’s all playful, even when you pout and draw back.

“You’ll eat the seeds if you keep that up.” She says. “Something might take root and grow if you do.”

Her words give you pause, but only for the length of four or five heartbeats. The core of the apple is no less refreshing and before you know it, you’re holding the stem.

“Thank you.” You tell her earnestly.

The stem rolls in your palm, until it appears to wiggle and your brow furrows. In the back of your mind, you think you should be more startled to see it moving on its own. But when it grows pink-gray and ringed, and you realize it’s a worm, you simply place the flat of your hand on the ground below and watch it find its way into the dirt.

Sudden warmth against your cheek has you looking back up. The woman is inches from your face. Her eyelashes are dark and long and you could count them if you wanted.

The woman kisses you without a word, hands coming up to cup the back of your head. Surprise does spark up your spine as her tongue darts behind your lips. It’s as if she’s drinking deeply from you before she lets go.

“Forgive me. I wanted another taste.” She giggles again. “It’s even sweeter than I remember.”

Your face burns. You open your mouth, ready to ask the questions burning the tip of your tongue before the thud of footsteps sound from behind you.

She frowns, light leaving her eyes as she glances behind your shoulder. “Oh I was hoping we’d have more time.”

Her eyes cut across to yours. “Wake up before he sees you!”

———

A wave of pure, unadulterated nausea swept over you as soon as you opened your eyes. You laid still for a long moment, trying to reign in the urge to vomit before you deemed it safe enough to observe your surroundings.

A vague sense of confusion surfaced through the malaise when you realized that you were in your living room. There was a carmine blanket tucked around you, and with moderate difficulty you raised your head to see that, yes, a fluffy pillow was resting under your head.

Your reality conflicted with the still-present smell of tall, wet grass and a chill from the summer breeze against your skin.

With ridiculous care, you turned your head back into the pillow and muffled a whine. You couldn’t recall feeling a hangover of this caliber ever before in your life.

‘Wait.’

You weren’t hungover. Well, maybe you were but not from alcohol.

Your neighbors had invited you to dinner, then drugged you.

Already sick, you forced yourself to breathe deeply before shifting on the couch and pulling up the blanket. Despite confirming that your body was still clothed, you found yourself shaking.

It didn’t make sense to you how anyone could do this regardless of their intentions. You could not fathom why two people willing to harm you in one way hadn’t done more than that.

Your relief was short-lived, as dull and diluted as it was, when you twisted to lay back down and came face-to-face with:

A black glove, some aspirin and a glass of water sat on your coffee table.

You blinked rapidly.

There was a small business card in stark contrast to the otherwise colorless ensemble. It was thick stock, white, and flashing fancy golden script:

Lucifer Morningstar

Your stomach dropped as an unnaturally white face with glowing yellow and red eyes flashed in your mind.

The hallucination you’d seen last night — his image faded from your mind and you were left drifting in a blank, black void.

No thoughts.

———

The headache and nausea were considerably lesser when you woke up again.

Looking at the items on your coffee table — ‘glove, aspirin, water still there’ — you looked at each one and for one, strangely hopeful moment you didn’t see a card.

Oh no, it had just fallen on the floor.

———

Lucifer Morningstar

It was an odd business card, with its little red, white and gold designs on the edges. Fireworks, you eventually guessed. The ‘i’ in both first and last name were punctuated with them as well.

As you’d popped the aspirin in your mouth and downed the water, you flipped the card over. You could feel your eyebrows rising to your hairline at the hastily written message on the back:

Proof you weren’t dreaming.

Please Call Me

1-666-666-6669

Pacing was out of the question. Your limbs were still unsteady no matter how much you willed them to function.

You were trapped on the couch trying to accept what your brain had been screaming at you since you awoke for the fifth time.

How much time had passed?

Heaven and Hell were real, and so were God and the Devil.

And the Devil had paid you a visit.

———

The indent you’d made into your stupid, hand-me-down sofa was probably permanent now that you’d spent who knows how long just rotting there.

Contemplating, processing, fearing.

Fleeting memories of tantrums you’d thrown as a child paralyzed you. Moments in your life that you’d already regretted so much they kept you up some nights — randomly, provoked by nothing — piled up in your brain. Each one harshened that sinking feeling inside your body. This kind of horror was the kind a person feels right before they die.

How long have you been judged from above for your wrongs?

Were you already doomed to Hell? Is that why Lucifer himself wanted ‘to meet’ you? Did he make it a personal habit to visit each lowly sinner and taunt them?

God was real, so did everything actually happen for a reason like so many said?

Why did bad things happen to good people?

Was your dog in heaven, waiting for you and you’d already disappointed her by getting a one way ticket in the opposite direction?

———

You figured out that the ringing in your ears was actually your phone’s alarm when the natural lighting in your apartment was almost gone.

You managed to get to it on the other side of the room half-stumbling from your seat.

“Hello?” You rasped.

“… So you finally decided to answer your phone.”

———

It took you banging on the door and shouting against its old, glossy surface before Cass Farrow cracked it open.

A myriad of expressions crossed her painted face before she opened the door fully. When she faced you, she smiled.

“Honey! It’s been days! We didn’t wanna bother you but we were worried! It’s good to see you up and about!”

The way she acted, as if nothing was wrong, as if the world had turned upside down, had you balling up your fists. Your ragged nails delved into the skin so deeply you could feel the sting of blood.

“I-I need…” You couldn’t stop the copper taste of saliva filling your mouth.

You would not throw up. “I need to speak to your boss.”

Cass blinked owlishly at that. “My what?”

‘Why? Why? Why are you shocked?’ You shouted in your mind.

“Oh honey,” The low tone did nothing to soothe you, only raise your ire. “I don’t know what —”

“The Devil!” Your raised voice made the elderly woman jump. “Or Lucifer, or Baphomet — whatever the fuck you call him! I need to talk to him.”

You scrambled to grab the business card you’d stashed in your pocket.

“You had him in your apartment, so I know he’s in there somewhere.” You said while waving it in Cass’s face frantically.

It was deja vú when Mrs. Farrow eyed the card and her face paled considerably.

“Oh.”

———

Lucifer wasn’t ‘home’. At least, he wasn’t in his personal Airbnb via the Farrow residence.

However, Cass waved it away. “He’ll think it’s you or about you or something to do with you and come running.”

Trying to push yourself and demand she tell you more proved to be too difficult. All you could do is stand with your arms crossed, waiting while the (clearly practiced) worshiper combined a series of dried plants in her hands.

Cass gathered them up and laid them carefully on a side table before fiddling with the furnace and a long lighted match.

The fire blazed to life instantly from the little flicker it had begun as when Cass threw the plants in. It rose higher, and higher, until it had disappeared past where you could see behind the lintel.

You had it in you to be stunned when Lucifer appeared from out of those flames. He was perfectly pristine and intact when he stepped out, hunching slightly to avoid his top hat bumping into the smoke chamber.

The devil was as you remembered him, but also worse in that you couldn’t reassure yourself that his visage was merely a product of your fucked up, overly-imaginative little brain.

He was so… white.

His skin was practically blinding as freshly-painted walls hit by a sunbeam.

Lucifer stepped into the room with a flourish. “I came as soon as I coul-”

‘Fuck.’ You’d been spotted.

And there went Cass, out of the living room to hide away in her smelly kitchen.

“You’re here!” Lucifer cajoled, theatrics on full display as he beheld your presence.

The top hat came off, held in his hands as he graced you with a bashful smile like he was some gentleman caller and not Not-Satan.

“I-I didn’t expect to see you here waiting! But I’m so glad you are. Did you get my card? I thought about just leaving the glove because the card can seem so impersonal —”

“I just got fired.” You blurted out.

The unusually flat face contorted into an anguished expression. “You… you lost your job…?”

“Because of you.”

“B-because of me ?!” His already youthful tenor of a voice raised some octaves. “What —”

You pointed a finger in his direction. “Yes! You !”

“You appeared out of nowhere and fucked up my entire worldview. I've had existential crisis-es… cris-ies? I don’t fucking — I’ve had life-altering spirals before but that was fucking nothing compared with this!”

“And now I’m out of a job and I’m alone in a city I don’t fucking know with cult-worshipping neighbors because I can’t go back to where I was and you’re just standing here like you have no idea why I’m upset!”

You hadn’t expected to get this far. You hadn’t expected to go on a tirade at all, really. Distantly you felt tears sliding down your cheeks and the frantic beat of your heart in your ribcage.

Shame, guilt and fear began toiling deep inside you.

Lucifer had been backed against the wall, hands raised placatingly and expression mirroring your own internal panic. It quickly turned into concern as he took in your sorry state of being.

“Please, no.” He reached out for you and you retaliated by jolting out of reach. “Oh please don’t… I’m sorry. I'm so sorry. I never… if I’d known…”

He was reaching into his coat and pulling something out before your sight cleared. It was a handkerchief with the red moniker L.M. on one corner.

The King held it out to you like a peace offering. Or a white flag.

The force with which you snatched it out of his hands was unnecessary but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You said you picked me. What did you mean by that?” You mumbled into the handkerchief.

Lucifer’s mouth screwed up into a frown, brow creasing. “We don’t have to talk about that —”

“No.” You made eye contact, watching him squirm. “We need to talk about it. Explain it. Now.”

“Ahh… ok, yes, um…” He fiddled with the bow tie at his collar. “Well, like I said before, I wanted to wait until we got to know each other because… because it’s kind of a big deal.”

Your stern frown implored him to continue.

Lucifer winced. “It’s sort of a-a favor I wanted to ask of you. And I thought that if we talked about it over time maybe it wouldn’t sound so monumental… but actually, now…”

The fidgeting worsened, and his nimble fingers had graduated to fussing with the clasps down his front. Eventually, Lucifer yanked his jacket down to straighten it.

“So, I’ve been around for a really, really, really, really long time.” The Devil started. “And I’ve kind of been on my own for *like* ever and that’s fine, whatever, can’t complain. Normally it’s all about warding off boredom.

“But! Lately, it’s been harder and harder to just —” He made a fist and punched down onto the palm of his other hand to elucidate. “— Just, ahh, not be bored? I guess?”

“And it’s been interfering with all the shit I gotta do. I mean I have no-oo motivation, none at all, and it’s becoming a big problem. The other Sins have actually noticed. Like Satan? You know, we talked about him when we met — yeah, he came up to me not too long ago, saying —”

Your heart stopped as Lucifer’s eyes went completely red, blazing in his skull like magma and accompanied by long horns protruding from his head.

His voice took on an unearthly, gravelly quality as he, presumably, mimicked Satan:

“‘We’re worried for you, man. Ozzie says you haven’t been returning his calls. Levi and Bee miss you on their outings but you always say you’re busy. Whatever’s going on, you know you can talk to us, right?’”

Lucifer was back to normal in a millisecond. “And I do know that. I do! But as much as I wanna take them up on it, I just feel like none of them will really understand what’s wrong. I don’t even understand it. Or at least I didn’t until it came to me out of nowhere, like lightning.”

He mimed being zapped in the head.

“Visits and parties with my brothers are fun and all, but they end... And I find myself all alone more often than not.”

Lucifer sighed deeply.

“I don’t really have anything to live for,” He stressed. “Except for myself and…”

“That’s not much.” He snickered mirthlessly.

You swallowed. The anger, frustration, exhaustion and still-present fear were blanketed by an uncomfortable bout of sympathy.

Sympathy for the Devil.

‘Oh shut the fuck up you.’

“Don’t you live for the suffering of mankind or something?” You sniffled, trying to regain your metaphorical footing in the conversation and, in turn, regenerate that anger you’d been consumed by not a minute ago.

Lucifer looked from the ground to you, the gleam in his cherry-red eyes fighting to come back to life.

“Aha! No, no. That’s-that’s a Bible thing, right?” He groaned, pulling down the brim of his hat in exasperation. “Ugh, I still don’t know why Heaven insists on that overblown press kit! It’s so fucking old! And inaccurate!”

Lucifer commiserated with you. “Too much involvement from human hands, too. Ya know? I mean people use it to justify some of the most insane shit I’ve ever seen!”

He cleared his throat at your blank expression.

“Anywho-oo. What was the question again? Oh! Oh, do I live for the suffering of man — no! No, I don’t. In fact, where I’m from? Being in the middle of that suffering shtick gets old real fast. I’ve stayed away from it for a good while now and really I’ve never been better.”

The blond topped off his statement with a smile, showing those razor teeth while also trying to come across as easy-going and candid.

A beat passed, in which you felt your lips form a thin line.

You couldn’t stop yourself.

You snorted.

Lucifer looked at you as if you’d lost your head as your snorts turned into full-blown laughter. Until he, of course, wanted to fit in like he knew exactly what was going on.

“Hahaha, yeah…” Hell’s king chuckled nervously. “I am pretty funny, aren’t I? Ha ha… ha.”

Shaking your head ‘no’, you tried to reign in the body spasms.

“So when you say you ‘picked me’, you mean you want me to… what? Be your therapist?” You asked. “The Devil needs a friend’s shoulder to cry on? What?”

Lucifer fixed you with the first look of genuine annoyance you’d seen (directed at you) from him.

“No.” He harrumphed. “I need a baby.”

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sciencebecameouraddiction · 2 months

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You walked down the street and sighed. The hotel had been a bit too much today, with Alastor and Lucifer going at each other’s throats and the lovey gazes Angel and Husk shot each other, and the new residents that were coming in, there wasn’t much more you could take today. So you slipped out and proceeded to take a walk. Looking up at the red sky you smiled, part of you thinking that the sky was much prettier than the sky you were used to when you were alive.

Being someone who died more recently than the other occupants at the hotel, you could still remember the blue sky and the sun that would caress your skin each time you stepped outside during the day. You stopped abruptly and turned on your foot and started to head back to the hotel, almost instinctively not wanting to be too far from the hotel.

After you first found the hotel, you became a sort of assistant to Alastor and Charlie and you cursed the sense of responsibility you felt due to this. The guilt for even leaving the hotel just now was a bit too much, but the walk had done you good. You walk into the hotel, expecting anything but what you see.

Alastor was in his half-demon form, not truly taking up the whole lobby, but at this point, he might as well have. Charlie telling - more screaming at Alastor - to calm down. Somehow, Alastor had gotten Lucifer in his grasp and was about to eat him. You blinked hearing the King of Hell telling Alastor to put him down, with promises that he would be quiet. Alastor just laughed and continued to lower Lucifer to his mouth, everyone partially petrified not thinking Alastor would go this far.

You sigh and walk up to the scene and clear your throat. Alastor and Lucifer both looking at you but your eyes were on Alastor. You could feel the displeasure on your own face and felt the start of a stress migraine. You spoke, not raising your voice whatsoever.

“Why are you trying to eat Lucifer?” You asked Alastor, who slow blinked at you.

“I don’t know! I was just making some adjustments to the interiors and fixing a curtain-“ Lucifer’s voice was cut off when Alastor squeezed him a bit harder. You sighed and closed your eyes for a minute, really reconsidering all the choices that led you here to deal with two children.

“Now, you both are how many years old?” You ask. Alastor starts to answer and you cut him off, not even caring if he were to kill you now. “Too old. Let me tell you that. Too fucking old to be acting like CHILDREN.” You scream the last part. “So, put Lucifer down, Alastor, de-Hulk yourself, and agree to disagree on the decor. This is Lucifer’s hotel Alastor, originally, and Charlie is in charge.” You turn to Charlie who is staring at you wide-eyed.

“Charlie, do you like the decor that your father has created here the yellows and reds with the apples and the-“ Your cut off by a radio scratch.

“TaCKy CirCUs DEcOr?” Alastor says cutting you off.

“Those would not have been my choice of words, but the question still stands, Charlie?” You ask gently.

“No, no, no” She starts, shaking her head, you watch as her eyes widen and she stops. “I mean yes, I love the decor, no, I don’t hate it or think it’s tacky circus decor. It reminds me of my home… but I want everyone to feel comfortable here!” She explains.

“So, then maybe you both can collaborate on decor?” You say looking at them, Alastor still gripping Lucifer tightly. “Maybe taking the golds and reds of the decor you like Lucifer and then intertwining the forest feeling of the decor Alastor likes, giving it a cottage core, Moroccan vibe?” You ask.

“A what now?” Is the only question from Alastor as he peers at you. You assume this means you aren’t dying just yet.   “Cottage core is more forest themed and the Moroccan would incorporate the reds and the golds that I’ve been basing all the designs off of, and with the gold that’s been used all we’d need to do-“ You start to interrupt Lucifer as you see Alastor’s eyes narrowing at his head as he keeps talking.

“All that would need to really be added is more textures, textiles, and some more incorporations of color.” You finish. Alastor regards you for a moment, looks at Charlie, and then drops Lucifer. You sigh in relief as Alastor magically shrinks back down to his regular form.

“I’d rather not work on anything with him, so long as there isn’t any more of this decor for clowns, it will be fine.” He grinds out and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“As our gracious hotelier, we must have you involved in this Alastor, and since Lucifer has such a knack for design and creating things out of thin air, why I think this is a project for all three of us.” You say, a sarcastic tone in your voice, taking a few steps away and heading to your office. “Come now, we need to get a general theme down so Lucifer can start creating.” You stare at both of them expectantly.

“I don’t think you are in any position to be giving orders,” Alastor says and you shrug, realizing this might be the closest to death you may get with the Radio Demon.

“While I may not be above either of you, I am on assignment for the Princess. Is that not right Charlie?” I look at Charlie, pleading with my eyes to follow along. She perks up and rushes toward me.

“Yup! Y/N is here to help! I gave her this task like so long ago!” She says as you stare at her, thinking she couldn’t be more obvious.

“Well, now, you don’t want to disappoint her do you?” You ask Lucifer. “And I truly think that Lucifer may just one up you on design, Al.” Lucifer bristles at that and walks over to you. Alastor blinks and narrows his eyes at you as you use a nickname to refer to him.  “I can do more than one-up him,” Lucifer says fixing his hat.

“Can’t one-up what was lackluster to begin with.” Alastor retorts back.

“C’mon, let’s get the interior of the hotel sorted…” You say walking off with Charlie yelling ‘thank you’ behind us. You shake your head as you pull up your laptop at your desk and start getting to work on the mood board for the hotel. All the while, the bickering between Alastor and Lucifer is the background noise. You smile as you pull up a few images. Being in hell wasn’t all that great all the time, but you couldn’t lie saying you weren’t fond of it.

authors note: it’s been a while since i’ve published ANYTHING… so please be kind.

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bunnylove1 · 3 months

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.*•Lucifer HC!!•*.

.*•lucifer HC!•*.

~.•Lucifer x reader

~.•warnings!: sickness, sex/just smut, fluff!, nsfw and sfw HCS Are mixed together

~.•Enjoy! Darlings

•he likes when you talk, just because he loves your voice “no baby keep talking, your okay don’t stop”

•Same with loving your voice, he will make you not hide your face during sex or muffle you voice because he loves your whimpers and moans makes him cum just hearing them

•double dates with Charlie and vaggie he loves getting time in with his daughter but also loves seeing you interact with Charlie and loves hearing vaggie call him father in law

•hates seeing you cry makes him overthink “shh it’s okay Angel, what’s wrong speak to me”

•he loves you hips and eyes he finds them the most beautiful thing ever and that they fit you so well

•loves when you call him ‘luci’ and ‘darling’

•he’ll hide away from whoever he’s talking to if you call him ‘apple muncher’ in public

•Luci loves when you put any type of his clothing on, but mostly prefers you to wear his hat

•he’s scared of losing you, so he always keeps you close and if not he’ll frequently check up on you

•if your taller than him and he wants a kiss, he’ll pull you down and give you a smooch

•I love the idea of him being a jealous guy, so he always has a hand around your waist or his hand holding yours

•he most definitely loves tall women, have you seen his ex wife

•hates when Alastor is anywhere near you, will literally growl at the dude

•I can see him treating you like a little kid some times saying “no that’s to sharp put it down princess” or “don’t walk so fast hold my hand”

•he’s a switch but leans more towards dom

•man loves eating pussy, not for your own pleasure (yes and no) but for his he’s a pussy muncher

•he’s definitely a night owl and a morning person, he’ll be up all night working on something but also be up at the ass crack of dawn making your breakfast in bed

•DOESN’T let you lift a FINGER he’ll do everything, making sure his princess isn’t stressing out about anything

•he knows how to comfort you way different from alastors comfort, he’ll put your head in his chest and whisper sweet nothings to you as he rubs your back and plays with your hair “it’s okay my baby I’m here”, “don’t make yourself sick okay princess

•when your sick he’ll make sure your never up from bed, he’ll bring you anything soup a drink another pillow or more blankets “need anything darling”…”no don’t get up lay back down princess let me do it my sick baby”

•his love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation

•makes you a duck key chain that looks like him, he has one that looks like you

•he definitely has a daddy kink can’t see him not having one

•doesn’t like hurting you during sex, he likes slapping and punishments but not hard core ones

•his wings are sensitive so touching them leads to big consequences

•BIGGEST ROMANTIC he’ll buy you flowers every time he sees the ones he already gave you dying, new stuffed animals that he bought while out, long dinner dates that lead to just talking all night, dancing when you guys can’t sleep, humming you sweet tunes just the biggest sweetheart

•has your name on his phone as “my princess”

•calls you “my princess” “baby” “little angel” “mommas” “hot shot” “little lady”

•he loves seeing you an Charlie getting along makes him feel proud

•hates when your too far from him

“darlings get over her please” or “to far baby” even “little lady right here”

•loves the color white and gold on you

•thinks your a goddess and will drop to his knees if you commanded

•he prefers to give you pleasure more than you give him but if you offer he’ll take it

•sex is a solid 99/100, loves pleasing you but that one point is for doing his work which only leads to having more sex

•morning sex’s and night sex’s (when your asleep shit) loves the feeling of you being groggy in both morning and night gives him so much control

•loves when you fall asleep on him, he’ll take photos of it

•he loves you sitting on his lap while he does work or is talking to other of the question it he’ll say—— “what is your eye problem, haven’t seen a couple before”

.*• guys this took me a whole ass day to do please enjoy

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inconspicious-random-thoughts · 3 months

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Heeeey Bitch. Lets talk about Lucifer

I want to say Hazbin Hotel take on Lucifer is refreshing and interesting.

Just about everything portrayal of the King of Hell, hes a terrible evil creature wanting revenge on Heaven.

Granted Lucifer traditional backstory has been altered to fit this world version of him . In this world he was a dreamer and Heaven did not agree with his ideas of creation and that his way of thinking his dangerous.

I am interested what his ideas were. Maybe they were dangerous? Maybe we are being gaslit to believe he being a victim only to be revealed he wasn't. I don't think that's case, but it a possibility.

Anyhow, continuing with Hazbin lore, Lucifer met Lilith and they fell in love. They gifted/aided mankind with knowledge and free will by offering Eve the apple from the tree of knowledge. Then he and Lilith was casted away to Hell. To never witness what good that would raise from their act.

On top of that, he has a daughter that was born and raised with deplorable humans that became sinners to populate the world his daughter lives in.

It so valid how Lucifer became jaded, depressed and forlorn. To give mankind the gift of freewill and knowledge and only witness the worst of the crop. It a really refreshing take.

I love the little details of his design. When he was home we only witness him at his workbench, creating. He wants to create still like he was back as an angel.

Then his whole clothing design. When he view him from the back, he looks like an apple core. His spector is tipped with an apple, his hat has an apple and a snake wrapped around it to represent the serpent of Eden.

I noticed despite Lilith apparently leaving him, he still wearing his wedding ring. I am madly curious on the reasons with Lilith leaving. I thought she was away on mission to explain her absence, I didn't realize she left Lucifer as well. I'm guessing because like Charlie, she's cares about the people in hell, and is upset he doesn't do anything to stop the extermination and in fact enables it because he only sees the worst in them. That they deserve it.

He just a broken man...er angel surrounded by shards of a shattered dream. A man who fought for a dream and lost. Lost badly. Banished to eternal damnation of the worst product of his generous act. The only thing that probably kept him going was Lilith and Charlie. Only for Lilith seemly walk away with Charlie leaving him with nothing.

I wonder what what was holding him back from seeing or talking to Charlie. Clearly they both wanted it?

This portrayal was just fun! I really appreciate it.

I have no idea about the rubber ducks. I'm guessing something to be revealed later why ducks have a significance to him. I'm guessing he wanted to create something similar to a duck. As the flashback between him and Charlies duet he was showing her his dreams and the images looked like ducks. Or its something relating to Charlie and hes desperately clinging to the childhood innocence of her.

He had some fun lines

“This is the first time she’s called YOU in years…this has to be perfect…” -"Heeey bitch"

"take that depression!"

Basically every interaction with Alastor.

"you like girls! me too!"

His emotional duet with Charlie. What a voice! and End up supporting her and the love he has for her is so evident. Its touching.

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Hello there I am ✨ anon.

I was just wondering what would be the things that would trigger Satan to non con.

Cause even as a yandere I see Satan being violent but not the non con part hahaha😅.

Just curious:)

KIRA KIRA ANONNNNN hi hullo scoops you pinches ur cheeks

(AFAB!reader x AMAB!Satan)(noncon)[This is fetish content and rape is disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

The personality traits that stands out when I think of Satan noncon in general is that this man truly has a broken moral system: he really had no worries in his head about telling Mc he would torture them when they literally just met (cutting off their nose and ears and feeding them to lower demons). There was also the time in one of the devilgrams where he was gleefully remembering strangling an incubus to death. There's no real reason to think he'd have a problem with nonconning someone, cruelty and brutality is nothing to him

I think a core element of Satan's yandere nature would be fixation. As you can see with cats and dramas and books and spamming Lucifer, he really tends to develop an interest in something and then get to know every aspect of it. With you it'll probably be at first studying your human world accent, wanting to know about the cute little charms you have on the zippers of your bag, what the vague things in your planner mean when he sees and watches you writing them, and then what your pussy tastes like, if you cry when you're overstimulated, how it feels to pull your hair and slap you around, how quick you start pleading for him to stop. He'd have all kinds of vibrators and restraints and floggers he'd use to teach you a lesson about mouthing off at him get more reactions from you, more data on you. And if he does the same thing twice or thrice or more times than he can keep track of, like kissing you while fingering you to unwanted orgasm so he can feel your moans and whimpers vibrate in his mouth and throat and get a surge of validation from how he is enough, at least to your body - for those things, he can just say he's confirming his data.

He might be able to use that experiment aspect to justify the pain he's causing you, the anguish he feels when you sob that he can never acknowledge or admit to, he can tell himself it's the pursuit of knowledge, a goal that's always worth it.

Shying away from him, hiding your face behind your arm or trying to pry his groping hands off of you will only intensify his fixation, will only cause him to get frustrated that you arent letting him see you. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree (👦🏻) so you can imagine his punishments will be harsh and intricate and make you cum over and over until you're shaking from both pleasure and pain and begging for mercy. The begging is his favorite - the surge of power he feels when seeing you submit is intoxicating to him.

In the end it's difficult for him to come to terms with the fact that his obsession is largely adoration of you. It makes it harder to not take your feelings into account. I'm thinking about his surprise guest dialogue where he says "You don't want me to stare at you? I want to. What's the problem?" Things are easier if he focuses on the "I want to" and dismisses the "what's the problem" part of his behavior.

Did I convince you kirakira anon?

Pls send in more requests and questions! 🙇🏾‍♀️

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Feeling insane about Lucifer in Hazbin Hotel bc you could read so much into the apple motifs truly everywhere around him. And I will.

Obviously the instances that draw the most attention are the staff and the tophat. But if you look deeper into lore about Hazbin Hotel and the Hellaverse you find lulu world and loo loo land and OTHER Lucifer themed amusement parks/circus shows. All whose mascots are garish, but they are also APPLES. And to have the apple, which is so obviously representative as being THE GIFT he gives to humanity being so prominent in all designs that even allude to Lucifer, is such a strong and loud choice. For it to be so vividly called upon and referenced is so very interesting, because it ties this fallen Angel to one single defining choice that is widely suggested to have doomed the entire earth to suffering.

But those aren’t even close to the most interesting instance by far. Because it has to be the coat, right? It has to be the act of physically cloaking yourself in the symbol, therefore making YOU the gift. But it’s not quite an apple, though, is it? His coat, though the imagery is more subtle than other apple references, is deliberately designed to visually liken itself to an apple CORE.

A physical manifestation of leftovers, the common conclusion to what happens after an apple is given as a gift.

The trash.

To have a character that has the baggage that Lucifer already has; an entity attributed with the fall of first himself and then all of humanity, dress himself as the used and useless part of the apple, is so wildly coded for tragedy. And it works for me. Because Angel or not, Lucifer is a man who is so violently defined by everyone in the context of a single action that he, himself also defines himself by it.

It is a statement, though he may not understand what he’s actually saying—I might even be inclined to believe that this particular claim is entirely unconscious, but even subliminally it is bold.

He’s saying he’s the gift. The gift of knowledge and dreams and free will. He is saying “The snake might be the usual emphasis but what I really am is the apple. I am the gift that was accepted and used and cast aside. I am the thing you regret and repent over. I am the apple core.”

And wow is that such an interesting statement to make about the actual serpent that doomed mankind(I’m not religious in the slightest but I still think this concept goes hard) because it showcases such a level of loathing directed directly at himself, and his choices, and everything he represents. It proves that he looks at his gift to humanity and sees only the pain it’s brought. He doesn’t believe in his cause anymore. He gave humanity knowledge and hope and dreams and joy and pride and the will to strive for all of those wonderful things, and he is regretful. He is downtrodden. He views himself, the king of hell, as the trash leftover after the greatest mistake in all of creation.

That’s so insanely tragic, but it can be looked at in a different light as well.

Because the core of an apple hosts something very important; the potential for great and lasting growth. The thing that makes Lucifer so dangerous to heaven that they had to crush him, and beat him down, to banish him, and to kill his people, and to keep him separated from the good in the world, is that his very being fosters growth. And they wanted him to forget that.

And they almost succeeded. But they made one mistake. They underestimated his daughter. And the second that Lucifer decides to support her dreams, what does he say????

He says “looks like the apple doesn’t fall far”

And well. I just think that’s neat.

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OK SO CAN WE TALK ABOUT CHARLIE'S WEAPONS AND HER FINAL BATTLE DESIGN

ik i already made a whole post abt everyone's final battle designs (if you want to see it check under my hazbinposting tag, its literally just me gushing), BUT I wanted to make a new one for Charlie because UGH

OK. So her costume stays fairly the same throughout the battle, the cute little dress with the heart on the front, which is so real of her. I mentioned this in the other post also but I thought it was really cute how Charlie usually wears pants, and Vaggie usually wears a skirt, but it switches for the battle. Idk if that has any like. Metaphorical meaning but i think it's cute.

For the weapons, we start out the battle and we see Charlie with her shield. Which yes is a very Charlie thing to have: she's a very protective character, all she wants to do is keep her people safe.

But if you LOOK AT THE shield. GOD, look at the shield. First of all, it's so pretty. Everything in this show is so aesthetically pleasing guys. BUT. There are literally FOUR visual motifs on this shield, plus colors (which are mostly just the normal color palette, but also relate to her and her father). SHIELD MOTIFS. It has (1), the wings. She's angelic & she's powerful (since Angels are kind of a symbol of power and heirarchy.) She has angelic blood from her dad, it doesn't seem like she has actual wings, but she definitely does hav the power that is associated with those wings. The wings also might be a nod to Vaggie's wings.

The shield also (2), looks like an apple. It has the little leaf in the back, and the core in the middle. Lucifer DEFINITELY also has a lot of apple imagery, so that's something she gets from her dad, to, another nod to where her power comes from. We also have (3), the snake. This might be a bit of a stretch but I'm pretty sure that part around the core of the apple that goes down into a point is a snake, which is also associated with Lucifer. Most of the motifs on the shield are a nod to her dad, to her power and where she gets it from. Also beyond physical power, she gets emotional power from her dad. She looks up to him, idolizes him, and she gets confidence from her connection with him.

The fourth and probably-not-final thing that the sheild has is its shape. This was honestly the fist thing I noticed about the shield, and you can really see it well in the above image: the shield is in the shape of a heart. As a Stranger Things fan, of course I am partial to heart shields. Just like Mike, Charlie is the heart of her party. She's the strength, she's where the love and the joy and the connection comes from. Sir Pentious, for example, only gets heart motifs in his design once he gets his heaven redesign, but Charlie has heart motifs in her design from the minute she steps on the battlefield. Look at her dress. That heart, that love, is a part of her. Love is so intrinsic to her personality and to her character that she can defy hell which honestly. She's so real for that (Also can we talk about how she looks at Vaggie in these pictures. I would die for her.)

So Charlie's heart/wings/apple/snake shield is not only a show of power because of her connection with Lucifer (with snake and apple) and her angelic blood (with the wings), but it's also an expression of her personality (with the heart and the fact that it is a shield in the first place). Her character development kind of comes to a peak here: she's learned to be confident in herself while still being that kind, loving, wonderful, dreamy Charlie, and the shield emphasizes that so well.

BUT WAIT. This isn't just a Charlie's-shield-appreciation-post (although it could be.) She literally gets THREE outfits in one episode (standard, the one with the shield, and the post-magical-girl-transformation one)

After Pentious dies and she tranforms, her appearance and her weapon change. Her physical changes are her horns, the inverted, glowing eyes, the tail (with the little heart on it!!), and her hair coming untied (so magical girl of her, but also look at the shape language! She becomes angrier more violent, and instead of that typical, soft, round bubble ponytail, her let-down hair is full of angles, especially in the picture below). We've seen her demon form a couple of times previously in the series I believe, and it happens when she experiences severe emotion and/or wants to show her power, both of which are happening right now (Honestly I love how it shows how much she loves Pentious. She's so sweet and I love her. He means so much to her.) HOWEVER, her physical appareance isn't the only thing that changes after her magical girl transformation. She also has (surprise, surprise), a new weapon!!!!

The trident doesn't have as many strong motifs in it as the shield did, but it's still fuckin. Crazy. So first and second of all we have the apple and the snake, which repeat from the shield, and still represent Charlie's power that she gets from her dad. The third thing about the trident is color scheme: The shield was red, gold, and white, will the trident introduces another color to the mix: black. I dunno what to say about this, but it's interesting to note. Something something her emotions get darker? There's probably a way to read into it but idk. lmk if anyone has thoughts on it.

Although there is the addition of the heart on Charlie's tail, this stage of her design also loses the heart on her weapon. Similar to the addition of black, this probably represents the darker turn in her design and emotion, and the darker turn in the battle. She's not completely out for love (haha see what I did there) anymore, she's also out for revenge (as an extension of love, but what she's really feeling and fighting from right now is anger, as opposed to the joy/hope/love from the start of the battle).

Anyway, the fifth and final thing about the trident is that it's no longer a defense weapon, like the shield was, it's now an attack weapon (also a very similar on to Vaggie's, which could be another nod to her). We also notice this in her demeanor! As opposed to the repeated sorries from before her tranformation, Charlie is now unapologetically violent. She charges right into the battle with Adam. She's no longer just trying to defend to protect (shield) her people, now she's going with the whole best-defense-is-a-good-offense ideology. She's on the offense in order to protect her people.

That's why I enjoy Charlie's character design and weapons in this episode so much. There are so many layers to it and UGH. THANK YOU for listening to me ramble, and lmk if you have any more thoughts on this because I would LOVE to hear them! As you can see I am totally normal about this show.

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The weather is cooling down in the Devildom, signaling the beginning of fall. It isn’t heralded by the leaves on the trees changing colors or pumpkin spice everything, but there are telltale signs. Like the warm takeout cup of poisoned apple cider between her gloved hands and the fluffy, burnt-orange sweater that Asmo begged her to wear to protect her fragile human body from the cold. She knew it was really because of the way the sweater reveals her shoulders, but she let him fuss over her before they went shopping.

Now, with a Majolish bag dangling from her elbow and cider in hand, she heads upstairs to get ready for her dinner date. Lucifer is still in his office working, so she lays her new sweater dress out on the bed and heads for the shower. She takes her time getting ready, showering, drying and styling her hair, and even applying some makeup. Finally, she slips into her new dress with a smile.

The plush fabric hugs her curves just right and the open lantern sleeves give it a lovely cold-shoulder effect. It’s warm, but no uncomfortably so, and she finds herself admiring how the deep red compliments her rosy complexion. Even through the thick turtleneck, she can see the pact mark on her throat glowing softly and she blushes, covering her face with her hands.

It’s silly, she thinks, getting so worked up over something as trivial as a new dress. But as she looks again, admiring the snug fit of the dress over her hips and the way her pact marks barely peek out from the hem, she feels another surge of pride rise in her chest.

She isn’t surprised when she feels warm hands slip around her waist and cool breath fan over her neck. Lucifer murmurs in her ear, “You look absolutely stunning, my darling. Is that a new dress?”

“It is,” she responds, smiling at his reflection in the mirror. “Do you like it?”

“It’s perfect, love,” Lucifer replies, and even through the reflection, she can feel the heat of his crimson gaze.

There was a time, in years past, when that look would have sent her running, or made her curl in on herself in fear. But now she sees it for what it really is – undisguised, unabashed lust. She preens under his gaze, her own pride and lust rising to match his.

“I need to put my shoes on and I’ll be ready to go,” she says, slipping delicately from his grasp to sit on the edge of the bed where a pair of black ankle boots wait.

She barely has time to sit down before Lucifer is kneeling at the edge of the bed between her knees. He looks up at her through thick, dark lashes and asks, “Let me help you?”

Delphi nods, feeling heat rise in her cheeks. She leans back and places one foot on his knee, expecting him to unzip the corresponding boot and slip it onto her foot. Instead, he lifts her foot in both hands and raises it to his lips, laying a delicate kiss on top. Her breath hitches at the gesture, her heart racing. But as much as she expects him to stop there, he doesn’t, kissing first her ankle, then up the inside of her leg until he reaches the hem of her dress. He pushes it up slightly, inhaling her scent deeply from her core. One of his hands wraps around her waist as he rises to look at her with pupils blown so wide his eyes look almost black.

“Lucifer,” she sighs, her own voice so thick it’s nearly foreign to her. “We’ll miss our reservation.”

“I know the owner, he’ll let us in,” he breathes in reply, surging up to meet her lips with his own.

The kiss takes her breath away, and she finds herself moaning into it, letting her every objection fall away until all that remains is the enormity, the unfathomable depth of the love between them. She can feel it in every movement, every brush of his lips against hers, every slide of his tongue, and every press of his gloved fingers into her plush flesh.

“Marry me.”

It takes a few moments for the words to process, her mind still reeling from the kiss.

“W-what?” Delphi stammers, blinking.

“I was going to wait until we went to dinner,” Lucifer explains, lifting a hand to brush a loose curl from her face. He smiles. “But for some reason when I’m with you, whatever plans I’ve made don’t mater anymore. So I’m asking you now, Delphi Hawke, will you marry me?”

Delphi gapes, her pulse roaring in her ears. She manages to get her thoughts in enough of a semblance of order to ask, “But what about the laws? Demons can’t marry humans.”

“Diavolo is going to make the announcement tomorrow,” Lucifer explains with a gentle smile. “I asked him to delay it so that I could have tonight to ask.”

“We can get married?” Delphi breathes, tears stinging the corners of her eyes.

“As of tomorrow, yes.”

She sits for a moment in disbelief, staring down through her tears at the demon between her knees. They’ve waited and worked so long for this, now that it’s in front of her, it doesn’t seem real. Her head is spinning.

“Love?” Lucifer asks, trailing his thumb along her lower lip.

“Sorry!” she exclaims, everything suddenly snapping back into focus. She finds herself nodding, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!”

She throws herself into his arms, laughing and crying as he picks her up and spins her around.

“I never imagined that I would ever feel happiness like this when we left the Celestial Realm,” Lucifer murmurs against her skin when he finally sets her back down on the bed. “My love, you have made me the happiest demon alive.”

“What a coincidence!” Delphi giggles. “You’ve made me the happiest human alive.”

My first entry for @love-and-lore 's Sweater collab!

I uh. I cried writing this. Just so y'all know. It dredged up a lot of old feelings from when my relationship first started, so this piece is very important to me. Hope you enjoyed!

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A Fallen Apple From The Apple Tree

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Pairing ➸ Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor

Synopsis ➸ Lucifer Morningstar believed that Heaven was a sanctuary, the best place for a soul to be in. Growing up with his brothers was the easy part, until God summoned him and his older brother Michael to guard over the portal between realms. Slowly, Lucifer begins to see how frightful Heaven really was. Sought out to defend the sinners of Hell, tragedy strikes among the Archangels. But a familiar face makes Lucifer think that maybe defending his opinion wasn't the worst idea he could've had. Does this familiar face bring him peace? Or does Lucifer end up getting stuck in another twisting cycle of lies and betrayals?

Warnings ➸ None for this chapter

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Chapter Seven (2.9k)

The Furtherance Day ceremony was what everyone dreamed it would be. Once Emily was welcomed into this new stage of her life, buffets, drinks and parties were opened up all throughout Heaven. No stores were open as everyone celebrated such a momentous day.

Emily had her hands full, thanking the Elder Angels, talking with the winners of Heaven. She seemed happy to be in such a place. She seemed proud of herself, glad to finally play into the role she was made for. And it was beautiful, even as the day grew darker.

Tables were set up outside of the courthouse halls, pointing off to the beauty of the Heaven’s clouds. The dimming blue sky coloured in pinks and yellows as the suns set for the day. The clouds mimicked the colours of the angelic sky.

The light show was beautiful. Fireworks of magic that Emily recognized immediately. Purples, blues, whites. Gold and pink danced against the night sky. The booms echoed throughout Heaven, a feeling that shook Emily through her core, yet she smiled brightly as the show continued.

She never expected to be so amazed. This day was more important than the day she was brought into this existence, and to watch a light show made by the one and only Lucifer Morningstar, nearly brought her to tears. A friendship she never expected to mean so much to her.

Yet as the day went on, Lucifer didn’t get the chance to speak with her again. She was always swept up by someone else and chatted with, by the time he and the brothers were leaving, he didn’t get a chance to congratulate her. Though, he knew that the duck he gave her meant a lot to her. Even then, it brought a smile to his face.

Stretching out on the couch, the brothers put on a movie, for their weekly movie night. Each of them dressed in their pajamas, cuddling stuffed animals or even just the blankets, Lucifer sat proudly in his duck pajamas with Duckie to his side.

“Boys,” God spoke, pulling their attention away from the TV screen, and over to their father. Michael didn’t waste a second to pause the movie. “I am very proud of you today.” He smiled.

Uriel sat up more, a bright smile on his face as he listened.

“Each one of you respected the angels. I do admit, it could be boring, but I’m very glad you behaved.”

“Thank you father,” Raphael hummed, burying his face into the fuzzy blanket he was wrapped in.

“Michael, Lucifer.” He turned his attention to his eldest sons. “You did a wonderful job on the light show. I’m very proud of you. Your magic has come so far, and I can’t wait to see what you do with it in your futures, as they gleam ever so brightly.”

Lucifer glanced at Michael, who sat up properly. He smiled at Lucifer before looking back at their father.

“Thank you… It was a lot of fun,”

“And practice.” Lucifer commented, only to smile at his father. “I hope we can do something like that again soon.”

“Well,” God crossed his arms over his chest. “Perhaps that day might come sooner than you think.” He looked among his sons. He felt a gust of love and proudness cloud over him, thinking of how behaved they were today. A soft, caring smile appeared on his face.

“Enjoy your movie, but then get to bed. You’ve all got a long day tomorrow.” He said.

“Yes father!!” Joel shouted, before trying to take the remote from Michael. Michael held up his arm, stopping the younger from grabbing it.

“Good night, father.” Lucifer smiled, getting himself comfortable on the couch.

“Good night, my sons.”

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The red sky, decorated in orange and blood red clouds hung with an uncomfortable feeling in the air. Screams of souls lost in the world echoed through the streets of the damned. Uneasiness lingered in the hearts of souls who felt better off hidden than seen.

Souls avoided the darkened streets, watching as powerful overlords ran sections of cities, places untouched by holy hands. The rings, pulsed with power, yet screamed with mediocre sinners.

Dreams crushed in the hands of the rulers of Hell. Hope dwindled like a candle burning out. Such things didn’t bother to exist in a world of chaos and pain. A world, some had grown accustomed to. A world fit for demons and hellborns, sinners and Goetias.

Standing outside his father’s office, his fingers played with frills at the ends of his sleeves, awaiting to be beckoned into the room. His ears twitched with the sound of a soul’s final scream before being blown to shreds outside of the building.

Eventually, a Hellhound pushed open the door, welcoming him into the room that was shrouded in red and orange flame. The flicker of the fireplace illuminated the room, his father not at his desk, yet sat by the fire, whisky in his hand.

“Alastor,” he smiled, standing from his chair. He placed the glass on the side table as the doors closed behind his son. “Up to no good recently?” He asked.

Alastor’s tail whipped at the comment as he smiled at his father.

“You know, spending my time with dear Rosie and watching sinners fight for nothing.” He said, his ears twitching.

“Excellent.” Satan gestured for Alastor to sit as he stood by the fireplace. A room so familiar to him, yet in the moment it felt foreign. It felt strange to be called upon by his father, but he knew something was up.

“What’s with the formalities?” Alastor pondered, tilting his head to the side.

“Well,” Satan looked at the fire. “I think it’s time. You’ve done your research, you’ve shown me that you could be an excellent leader-”

“Overlord was a title easy to earn, father.” Alastor smiled, crossing his leg over his knee. “A task so simple that it was almost shameful.”

“I know,” Satan chuckled. “But it’s growing closer to a time where you just might be one of the most important people in a room.” Alastor’s ears twitched to the comment.

“Sounds intriguing.”

“Doesn’t it, though?” Satan headed over to the other chair, sitting beside Alastor. “You’re old enough now to take my responsibilities. And I know you're fully capable of doing so.” Alastor raised an eyebrow.

“Take your responsibilities?”

“Yes, well… Outside of the Wrath Ring that is. If you want to earn your spot in my chair, I need you to do my outside biddings. And as your son, I know it’ll be an easy task for you.”

“You want me to travel between the rings on your behalf?” Alastor asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “To what..?”

“Show them your power.” Satan smiled. “One day, I might not be here, Al.” Satan took a drink of the whisky. “And I need you to be able to take my place if that ever occurs. I’ve got a bullet pointed straight at my back and I’m wondering when it will hit me.”

Alastor listened, his ears twitching in their conversation.

“I know Imps and hellhounds can do quite a bit. But I need you,” Satan looked at Alastor. “To be able to show me that you can take my place.”

“Are you implying that you’re going to die?” Alastor asked. “What again?” He laughed. “You’re such a good entertainment father.”

“Alastor,” Satan chuckled. “Being in power is not about having power. It’s about controlling it, and demanding it. And with that, comes the possibility of being someone’s enemy.” Alastor raised an eyebrow.

“Enemies are everywhere.” He hummed.

“Yes, and if you build up enough enemies, you will never know who will get the chance to shoot you first.”

Alastor looked at the fire. The flames danced in the fireplace, warming the room as if Hell wasn’t already warm enough.

“I’m giving you a very important role, here Al. I trust you with it. Don’t take it and think you’re superior now, because you’re not. You are still my son, and as of now, I’m still alive.”

“I won’t backstab my own father,” Alastor waved his hand in dismissal. “I’m not that horrible of a son.” Satan looked at him, for a good long while before he spoke again.

“Promise me, Alastor.”

“To do what?” Alastor turned his attention back to his father, only for the seriousness of the conversation to dwindle his cheery attitude. The expression on his fathers face was something he had only seen twice in his entire life.

“I promise…” He muttered.

“Good.” Satan messed up Alastor’s hair. “That’s my boy.” Alastor frowned, trying to fix his hair yet his tail wagged and thumped against the chair.

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Days had passed since the ceremony, and winners hadn’t been happier. To greet a winner on the street who smiled so happily made Lucifer’s heart burn bright. Emily was already making a contribution to Heaven and it was already showing. Souls were singing their songs, sharing tea with breakfast and it was as if joy was floating through the air.

Heaven was beautiful, bright and so joyful, even now. Though for the archangels, their jobs were just beginning. Of course, Lucifer helped Joel and Raphael at any chance he got.

Teaching his brothers the greatness of interacting with Earth souls, showing them his own magic, in hopes to encourage them to keep practicing their own. Yet, he walked along the streets with his brothers, only to see the angel army soldiers walking through the streets. Angelic weapons in their hands as they barely even greeted souls who walked past them.

It was like a darkness lingered around them that Lucifer didn’t quite understand. A darkness that he’s noticed before, but couldn’t quite place.

“Luci, can we go visit some of the shops on the Promenade?” Joel asked, his expression full of nothing but boredom. Though the comment should’ve hindered his own spirit, he remembers being with Michael and going through this with Sera. It was boring at times.

“Fine, but only a few shops.” He said, raising a hand.

“Wait, really?” Raphael asked, his expression perking up as he looked at his older brother with excitement.

“Yes, only for a few hours though. Then we gotta get back to your training.”

“Training schmaining.” Joel complained, turning down a road that would lead to the Promenade. Lucifer frowned, following after his youngest brother as he tried to understand what he just said.

“Don’t tell me I’m getting old…” he complained. Raphael laughed.

“You? Old? Nah, that’s Mike.” He said, throwing his hands in his pockets. He caught up to Joel, walking alongside him as they began to talk about how boring their training was. How useless it was.

Lucifer walked behind them, a small frown lingering on his face. Neither of them were getting old, Michael was only two years older than him. But then again, they were the oldest siblings of the bunch so he could understand where they were coming from.

“Hey, Luci,” Raphael paused, looking back at the blonde. “Do you know why the military are wandering around?” Lucifer shook his head, spotting not two, not three, but five angel army soldiers on the promenade.

“Just ignore them for now. They have to greet us, we don’t greet them.”

“That sounds harsh.” Joel muttered.

“I know..”

The three of them walked past the group of soldiers and all they did was bow to the three of them. Didn’t bat an eye, didn’t say a word, but just bowed to them.

“What do you think they see?” Joel whispered to Raphael.

“I don’t know, but don’t go asking that question. It could be impolite.” He whispered back.

Lucifer watched the group of soldiers as they laughed with each other as they headed down the promenade, drinks in their hands. He watched them closely, watching as they made fun of what seemed to be the hierarchy. And with that, Lucifer stared at one of the cups in their hands.

It exploded not a few seconds later, all over two of the soldiers. Immediately, Lucifer rushed Joel and Raphael into a nearby candy shop. He paused for a moment as the two brothers looked at him, confused expressions on their faces.

“What happened?”

“Lucifer..?”

“Nothing,” Lucifer smiled at the two of them. “I just didn't like what I saw. Anyways,” He put his hands in his pockets as he looked around the store. “How about you guys pick out… Four bags of candy, fill it ‘till your heart's content and I’ll pay for it?”

“Wait really???” Joel cheered.

“Really, go on.” He gestured, and the two boys headed off into the store, chatting with each other and stopping every now and then to look at the candy. Taking a deep breath, Lucifer crossed his arms over his chest as he peered out the store windows. He didn’t see any of the soldiers around, which made him sigh with relief.

Ever since it all began, Lucifer never liked the idea of the angel army. His childhood, often mistaken in a blur, rang to him whenever he saw an exorcist. Of course, regular winners couldn’t tell the difference between exorcists and angels, but Lucifer could. He had a few foggy memories in his head that he could mistake for dreams, but he felt an uncertainty in his stomach whenever he saw one. Even now, he couldn’t entirely place why. Yes, it was maybe rude to do such a thing, but he felt it fit right for some odd reason.

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Discussing the day's plan was what Michael and Lucifer did almost every night. To the two of them, it was important to include what each brother needed to work on. Better yet, it was important to give them moments of clarity, a break between all of their work.

The four of them weren’t being pushed as much as Michael or Lucifer were. Sera was a lot harder on them when they were growing up, that they promised each other that they wouldn’t be as harsh with their brothers.

Talking about Joel’s magic practice and Gabriel’s flight tests made the night brush past them, and before they knew it, the rest of the brothers had gone off to bed for the night, while Lucifer and Michael stayed up talking.

“And what about you?” Michael looked at him, resting his chin against the back of his hand. “What do you plan to do tomorrow? Who are you gonna take under your wing?”

“I had Raphael and Joel today…” Lucifer said, leaning back as his magic glittered in his hands. “I personally think I should stay home tomorrow, if I’m honest. Something happened today and I don’t really want to go out.”

“Oh?” Michael sat up. “What happened…?”

Lucifer glanced at Michael. At times, Michael seemed younger than Lucifer, but in other situations, Michael was able to take Lucifer’s hand and guide him. Perhaps that’s why he was so important in the family line.

“Well…” Lucifer’s magic disappeared as he leaned forward. “Today we saw a few exorcists. They reacted fairly to us, but when they were walking away I could sense that they were making a fool out of the Hierarchy.” Michael nodded, listening to what Lucifer had to say.

“So… I may or may not have exploded a drink in one of their hands…” He muttered. “It got all over two of the soldiers but I didn’t see what else happened because I pushed Joel and Raph into a shop before they could see it was me.”

“Why… were you afraid of them?” Michael asked, a frown on his face. Lucifer shrugged, slumping against the table.

“Why did you do it…?”

“I got mad. Or irritated?” Lucifer sighed. “I don’t like the exorcists, and seeing them make fun of the one thing we’re born for?” Lucifer looked at Michael. “It didn’t sit right with me.” Michael took a long deep breath.

“Luci, remember that they are there to protect us. Without them, maybe our powers wouldn’t mean anything.”

“I doubt that.” Lucifer sat up. “We’re much stronger than them. If we could, I’m sure you and I alone could defeat half the army in one attempt.”

“Don’t talk like that.” Michael warned, a frown on his face. “We respect the army as much as they respect us.” Lucifer paused. He watched Michael’s face, watched his expressions. Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to say. He sighed, shaking his head as he ran his hands through his hair, messing it up entirely.

“I’m sorry, I'll take it back.”

Michael sighed, giving a firm nod as he looked at the schedule.

“I’ll take Joel and Raphael for the day, and you can spend the morning at home, and the rest of the day with Uriel and Gabriel-,”

“There’s no need,” God’s voice startled both Lucifer and Michael. Their father, standing tall and arms crossed over his chest, had been standing there, watching the two of them talk with each other for who knows how long.

“Tomorrow, Sera and Emily will entertain your brothers.” He said, heading over to the table. Lucifer and Michael exchanged looks.

“Father? What about us?” Michael asked.

“The two of you will be meeting me in my office at noon. I’m inviting you to a meeting, a very important meeting that you need to be involved in. it’s about time I show you your first step into the hierarchy.”

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I Completed Lessons 1-10. Here's what happened, and the ending I got.

Alright! After about 15 hr 23 min total of F2P playing, I've completed all 10 lessons with all main stories/episodes watched. Granted, anything past lesson 4 isn't full S completed anymore, and I am very broke, but eh.

Anyways, here's some pictures of how it's going:

And now some more thoughts and summaries, including stuff I didn't say in my last post.

The boss levels are basically beating up the boys... Well, uh, if you're mad at one of the seven, go play their boss level, ig?

Solomon's cooking is so bad it caused Henry 1.0 to rapidly polymorph temporarily into random things

Henry 1.0 was originally huge. Levi befriended the snake when both of them were hiding from Satan

Henry 1.0 became regular snake sized bc Sol shrank him 😐 This means the shrink spell wore off, apparently.

The building that you and Sol share is called Cocytus Hall. I wonder where this building would be present day..? Did it get recycled?

Newly-demon brothers are being discriminated

Cerberus was obtained bc of a rumor that anyone who tames it becomes Ruler of the Underworld.

Mammon rallies everyone behind Luci's back to find and tame Cerberus

On the way there, we discover that we can still summon the brothers (We summon Beel to eat a magically growing pile of apples)

Apprehension attempt on Cerberus did not succeed. Luci saves everyone and tames Cerberus. Someone leaks these news and this is how the seven brothers become the seven rulers.

We become one of the three core founding members of RAD lmao

Somehow we get caught in a dream(?) with Levi in the TSL world. Levi does not know TSL at this point in time. Anyways, he summons Lotan at the end of it, who apparently actually appeared in real life, flooded the room, and then left.

Fuck i forgot when this happened so I'll just leave it here, but: Satan turned everyone except you and Lucifer into Chihuahuas. Including himself. Thankfully, the spell had a limit so it didn't last long

Angels enter the scene! For RAD consultation.

Apparently at some point the bottom of Asmo's bathtub becomes a portal.

Solomon is a fucking bastard and pushes everyone into the bathtub. You choose if you go in by your own will or if he also pushes you.

It leads to the Celestial Realm??? No lol jk, it's actually inside a very familiar looking labyrinth and y'all are being chased by a giant spider, fuck.

Solomon remakes pact with Asmo to distract spider.

Solomon then summons Barbatos

Unfortunately at some point he pissed Barbs off so he's ticked off by this summon. Barbs teleports the spider away and Sol uses his pact to force him to make a portal back home, but Barbs gets mad and later TELEPORTS HIM TO A DRAGON'S DEN LMAO

dw he's alright! He returns next lesson with a dragon egg.

Bad news! Diavolo and Barbatos realize you're human and not a demon after... What/when is this? 6-7 lessons? Yeah. Anyways, Dia tells you that you should pack up bc he's sending you back to the human world. You're another distraction, so to eliminate some stress, you're being deported, sorry. This is not a good thing.

Mammon and crew - except Luci obviously take on a ghost hunting job at the tome place idk I forgot the spelling

Mammon gets fucking possessed by a human ghost named Adam after you read his name off of a tomestone bc it was written in a human language.

Adam says that a demon killed him with consent many years ago bc Adam was trying to look for his lover but their dead

In case it wasn't obvious, that you.

Also, the demon knew you'd have the Ring of Light on you still. Anyways, Adam tells you that the demon's name/alias was Nightbringer. Guys, it's a fucking name drop!!!

You manage to open the gates for Adam by slurping up some of the brothers' powers and by the powers of the ring

Next day, you get a letter telling you to meet Dia concerning your expulsion, which Sol comes with you to try and change Dia's mind.

Suddenly, Belphegor basically kicks open the doors to demand that Beel be released. Apparently, he's been jailed. Shit, isn't that a parallel or what, huh?

Apparently, he suddenly got out of control and rampaged. Dia manages to pin him down and get him into a cell with sheer strength alone, but later escapes in the next lesson after you confront Luci and Belphegor who had a spat.

You, Luci, and Belphie get blamed for causing all of this 🥴 Especially by Barbs. Anyways, using your magic siphoning ability from your future pacts and the Ring of Light, you knock Beel out. Lesson 10 ends with you revealing that you're human and Dia and everyone wondering who tf you are to have this kind of power.

That was a lie. The very last scene was actually Satan and Simeon watching a cat that you introduced to Satan before you left with Luci and Belphie and discover the rampaging Beel. "Do you think MC will come back before the cat wakes up?" "I hope so."

Context for the quotes on the Nightbringer site:

Lucifer; "My pride hurt my brothers": I actually don't remember this one. I don't even know if my choices led up to this one. Will maybe revisit everything tomorrow or sum

Mammon; "We chose to follow Lucifer here. We all had reasons for doin' what we did.": This is from when Mammon is trying to convince the other brothers to join him in his search for Cerberus. He's tired of being discriminated, and doesn't regret his choice.

Leviathan; "I never wanted to come to this awful place, to begin with!": When Diavolo meets with the brothers concerning plans for RAD and about possibly making an announcement to show the brothers'presence, Levi is against this. He doesn't want the attention.

Satan; "I can barely stand being around them. It's torture.": Obviously, "them" are his "brothers". I can assume when he says this, but I think I can guess when it is. It was probably after he stormed off once the others discuss what the Celestial Realm was like. He's never seen that place, and he can't relate to the other brothers.

Asmodeus; "I want to return to the Celestial Realm...! I want to be an angel again! The way I used to be... White wings and all!": This is during the weird portal in the bathtub scene. He had tried to move on from the fall, but Simeon's appearance reminds him of what he lost again. He's scared of the fact that he's getting used to his demon self and that he's forgetting what it was like to be an angel.

Beelzebub; "I have a big secret that I've never been able to tell... Not even to Belphie.": I've actually never encountered this one bc I didn't get close to Beel. Has anyone seen this one?

Belphegor; "Who deserves to be punished the most?": After Lucifer temporarily admits defeat and doesn't stand up to Diavolo to let Beel go, Belphegor gets angry. He's scared that he'll lose another sibling. After telling you about Lilith and how stubborn she was, he admits that he doesn't know who to blame: Lilith for breaking the rules, the angels for directly killing her (or was this second one the other brothers for not doing more? I forgot damn), or himself for not protecting Lilith.

Anyways, that's all I can think of rn. Do note though that in Nightbringer, choices apparently actually matter so you may have gotten different results!

#obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me main character #obey me side characters #obey me swd

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