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Blog Established: 01/22/20 She even laughed, and as she laughed, the little princess of serpents sprang.Ind. Pri. Sel. 18+ HC/Mysticism based Lilith Magne of Hazbin Hotel

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xaallo·:

“….Well, I hope I’m not intruding.” He’s much larger than she is, but for whatever reason, this tiny demon makes him feel small. Lilith seems friendly, but demons could be duplicitous; already, he can feel the tickle of his tail against his underbelly.

     “Hardly! In fact, you’re quite welcome here. Tell me of yourself, and walk with me if you will,” she gestured for him to join her on a stroll through her gardens, oddly green and fertile compared to the city itself. The fact that she was powerful was not lost on him, it seemed, as she noted the way his tail was not moving. 

     So she simply smiled,

     “And you needn’t fear me, dear. I am quite harmless unless threatened,”

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     Be nice to the little, Alastor, or face the wrath of your girlfriend.

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back-to-hetalia-hell·:

You know, when people describe death as a great white light at the end of a long dark tunnel, they are full of utter shit. There was nothing but all-consuming pitch-black darkness, no form of light to be seen within the infinite expanse of the space now surrounding him. There was no scenes of his long life flashing before his eyes, he didn’t see the wars, and all of the strife he had been apart of, he didn’t see the faces of those he had failed, that he had condemned in the line of duty due to faulty judgment or misinformation. 

There was nothing, those past regrets washed away being flooded out with a sense of peace, their faces were no longer jeering or blaming him for their fall…He guess they got one thing right, everything felt weightless, the burden of life being lifted and just a liberating sense of peace filling you being; hell, he couldn’t remember when he had last felt this way, then again, did he ever feel this way? Vaughly the man wondered if there was a heaven or hell, by no means was he a religious person by any stretch, he wasn’t atheist either. However, with how things were currently going he assumed that there was nothing but this black expanse, did this embody the remains of the afterlife? If so, he hoped he didn’t feel anything, otherwise eternity in this abyss would be torture.

Being pulled from all the thoughts roaming through his head, the man felt a tug, huh, that was new, the tug happened once more, this time the soul being shot through the void by some unseen force. All he could emmit was a strangled yell before a swirling vortex of dark purple and green intertwining with each other filled his vision, shortly followed by the familiar but so different weight of limbs, heavily armored limbs at that, god was this weird, as hot air-filled his lungs the man was pulled from his daze, was he…alive? no that couldn’t possibly be the case…Bright sky blue eyes bore into sharply slitted silver, there was a hot flash of panic when she addressed him

“I, um, hello madam, could you perhaps tell me where I am?” fluent german filtered out in a deep baritone escaped the confused deadman

     That most certainly was not what she was expecting. The husk, well, former husk addressed her, and for a long moment she pondered on what to say to that. His voice matched what she’d envisioned Invernus having, but nothing else. She had imagined an angry creature that only spoke in angry grunts and growls, or no sound at all. This soul spoke fluent German, and oddly enough she was reminded of the country she had seen ages ago, when she had borne the name ‘Eden’.

     Her head tilted,

     “ ... You are in Hell, the end of all things, where criminals are sent when they die. Apparently Yahweh didn’t like you,” she told him bluntly. The Queen’s head tilted, and she hummed somewhat, “though I’m curious... what is your name?” that part of her past was dead and gone, was it not?

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theworldio replied to your post “     A Lilith sees a Dio. The look on her face is pure amusement.”

"And I find myself absolutely flattered."

     “Mmh, as you should be, darling. Now tell me, what brings you to my domain, hm? Surely not to take over, I’d hate to ruin that pretty face by hanging it on my wall,”

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     Tempted to pet the giant alien lion. Or scritch his neck. Or lay on him. Decisions are hard.

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@back-to-hetalia-hell​

     Lilith was overseeing the final touches on Bloodsaught, the Grand General’s warhammer. The Lieutenants had been seen to, and were prepared for the march should the worst happen. But Invernus was going to be her final trump card, to be set loose within Heaven’s gates as one final, desperate attempt to turn the tide of a war she hoped to never see.

     Her hellish blacksmith continued his rhythmic hammering, the giant anvil being used to create the General’s grand warhammer, though it more resembled a warmace than anything. The giant Hellhound snarled as he slammed the hammer to the white hot steel, and the sparks were seen in the reflection of the Queen’s eyes. Her chin lifted as hate and violence were fueled into the warhammer’s creation, to give its terrible attacks the power to devastate swaths of land.

     What she didn’t expect, however, was the influx of power. Leviathan had allowed another soul through, though this one had great and terrible power as well. Yet it was different from when Alastor had joined Hell; this one seemed almost like it had once been a guardian, or a soldier. And even more surprised was the Queen when that soul veered off from where it normally would have landed, and headed straight for where the husk of Invernus was stored. A pillar of dark purple and green light was seen, arcing into a cone before it shot back down to seemingly go back into the husk itself.

     Lilith narrowed her eyes and snapped her fingers, disappearing in purple and black smoke and reappearing much the same way, right in front of the now glowing husk. One eye was narrowed, the opposite brow lifting high,

     “What are you playing at..”

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     A Lilith sees a Dio. The look on her face is pure amusement.

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mcuntainbcrn·:

She peered at the snake, mismatched eyes probing and curious as he spoke, “…I’ve gotten the distinct impression over the short spanse of my life that Yaweh hates admitting when they’re wrong…among other glaring personality flaws.” there was a definite bitterness to her tone as she noted the page she was on and closed the tome in her hands, “At least you weren’t made to walk through the endless expanse of time alone, and had her excellency for companionship…she seems very kind.”

She held the book to her front, taking a seat back on the bed - better to do so now than risk collapsing on the floor like last time if exhaustion hit faster than anticipated, “So, what brings you here? Inquisitiveness, or strictly business?”

     Oracle hissed again, menacing yet not malicious, and he shifted and coiled on the bed behind her. Like he owned it. He didn’t, obviously, but he had that carriage to him. Boldly did the snake settle his head in her lap, intent on getting pets from her,

     “Inquissitiveness. I am curiouss about you, and why my Misstresss hass taken you under her wing. It iss rare for her to do sso,” not that he believed Lilith had any ill intentions towards Maggie, quite the opposite. HE just wanted to know w h y.

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mcuntainbcrn·:

She had felt the approaching presence long before she felt it, choosing to remain focused on the book in her hands - this was Lilith’s palace, after all…she sincerely doubted that the Queen of Hell would allow anything she deemed a threat to pass through the gates…and even if such a thing had managed, she would tend to it herself.

She wasn’t sure what she expected, but a giant serpent wasn’t on that particular list…not that she minded - she’d always had a rather large soft spot for reptiles and snakes; if anything, it only made her feel more at ease.

“…I happened upon this book a few hours ago - I’ve been feeling a bit more energetic so I decided to give it a read through…who might you be, if you don’t mind my asking?”

     Oracle’s tongue flicked out against the book, slitted eyes staring at it for a moment before he ‘pf’d off to the side and then focused his attention on her,

     “I am Oracle. Lady Lilith’ss mosst trussted companion from the Garden of Eden. I was misstaken for the sserpent that ‘tempted’ Eve, and was curssed with everlassting life. My Lady took me in, and I am her sshadow, ass well ass her messsenger,” he spoke proudly, arching his neck in such a way and smirking as well as a snake could, baring those long rows of teeth and those two vicious front fangs.

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@mcuntainbcrn

     Oracle slowly slithered to the guest’s chambers, coiling in front of it before hooking his tail in it and opening it. This was his Mistress’ home, he could go where he damn well pleased. Still, at least he was quiet about it. Slithering his way towards where Maggie stood, the giant snake slid his body against her back and held his head next to hers, looking at whatever she was looking at,

     “What hass your attention, little missss?”

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stagtic·:

“ Am I not? Here I thought that was the entire reason you and your husband were letting me stay in the palace! Who doesn’t want their own pet deer? ” his ears gave an indicative twitch. 

“ … between you and me, improving my life merely for the benefit it would provide me isn’t really a thing I’ve ever been very good at. Extrinsic motivation – a goal, or perhaps the attention of an INCREDIBLY attractive, charming woman – tends to work better than intrinsic motivation. At least for me. ”

     Oh he opened this door,

     “I suppose I could get a collar made for you. Of the finest leather, engraved with my name and Lucifer’s,” she teased, sliding her fingertip gently against his throat. IT was a hollow threat, they both knew, and one made for the pure amusement of it. Her lips pressed sweetly to his, for the barest of moments, before pulling away.

     He wanted attention?

     “If that is what it takes to motivate you, my love, then consider yourself.. motivated,” as her body rested against his, her nose to his and her lips quirking in that saucy little smile reserved for him.

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hissing-head-honcho·:

@lilithism from x 

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“Right away, my dear!”

An egg boi runs in with a tea pot, while another carries a pair of tea cups.  The snake assumes his position at the conveniently conjured table and pours the drink for her, and one for himself.

“I’ve missssed you…..sssso very much.”

     “And I you, my dearest,” she told him. The drinks poured, she reached for her cup and pulled it close, though when he sat her hand found his. It was truly good to be home, and better yet to see her dearest Pentious.

     Her head tilted,

     “Though please tell me you didn’t pine for me, love. There was many and more to do whilst I was away, surely,”

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mxrningstargxd·:

“LILI! DARLING!” The doors of the throne room burst open, revealing a bloodied but very pleased looking Lucifer. He strode up to her proudly, blood staining his normally immaculate white suit and smeared over his face. 

“I heard tell someone was giving you grief and we both know how I feel about that. So I went and did a little hunting!” He was beaming from ear to ear. “And now I am home and ready to shower you with affection!” 

He knelt in front of her and held out his hands to her. “I don’t wish to get blood on your dress, so please forgive me for not immediately resting my head in your lap.” 

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     Lilith watched him burst into the throne room, and sure enough she couldn’t help but smile. As always, Lucifer was dramatic and her hero. So when he came closer, regaling her with his tale of hunting, she took his hands and stood, looking at him with adoration in those silver eyes,

     “We could always bathe, and then it wouldn’t matter, no?” she asked, taking his hand and bringing it up to rest it on her cheek, kissing at the palm lightly.

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dementedstatic·:

  The smell of ichor was not mistakable for copper and iron. Mixed with the scent of something sweeter. The shadows in the room move about to a single point as a form takes shape. Glowing eyes and leering smile being the only solid form before black bleed to red, the demon materializing just out of sight, It wasn’t an attempt at stealth, for what good was striving to outmatch one’s predatory prowess. A wolf in her own making. Or was it a dragon? Certainly, fire and blood brought by her ire was something to behold.

  It was absolutely charming, and he makes no show of trying to get an upper hand, all of the flourish and stride of his usual demeanor, coupled with something a bit darker as he inched closer. His microphone evaporates, and his weight pressed into the bed as slim fingers dance along a shoulder, catching the fabric. “Have your fill, darling?” 

  The fabric is caught under his pointed finger and pulled back slightly to admire the remnants of carnage. Blackened and dried liquid dotted milky white flesh, chipping away and falling to the bedsheets beneath her. A predator curled up after a well-deserved meal. He seems content with this display, leaning down and placing a kiss to her disposed neck. “Tut, tut, darling. Someone’s gotten messy. Though I must say it looks quite lovely on you.” 

     IT was hard for her body not to sense Alastor’s presence, not when it was so finely tuned to it. So when his fingers brushed her skin, when that claw gripped her sheet, a little smile appeared on her lips. The Queen hummed, somewhat, and of course;,

     “Indeed,” she whispered, “and it was divine. I had missed the feeling of my watching my prey flee before me,” as she shifted to let him do as he pleased. A comment about someone getting messy, and slowly did she shift to where she was looking up at him now, platinum hair splayed upon the sheets and the pillows like a mantle. Her hand slid down his chest, undoing his shirt in one magically fell swoop, and tossing it aside as he kissed her neck, chin lifting to let him do so.

     Her next response was coupled with a smirk,

     “Blood has always shown quite well on me... but I’m glad you’re here. I’ve a question for you,” as she ran her fingertips along the middle of his chest, her silver eyes staring up into his reds with their unique eyeshine.

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mcuntainbcrn·:

She had heard the sounds and while still decently exhausted, she shifted her legs out from beneath the blankets the royal had insisted on bundling her prior to her departure - she wasn’t sure why she wasn’t having her usual night terrors…perhaps her level of weariness was still so high they didn’t have the energy necessary to manifest.

Still, barefeet padded over the floor in the direction the noise had come from coming to a shut door, raising a hand to touch the handle but almost immediately retracting it - this was a space she was a guest in…she couldn’t; still, scarred knuckles hesitantly raise, hovering over the ornate carvings before making contact.

Three raps against the surface, loud enough to be heard but not enough to be startling - she almost immediately regretted the action, drawing her fingers together and moving away from the entryway starting to head back the way she came - she was being stupid.

     The knock didn’t startle her, but it did rouse her to wakefulness. Slowly her head raised and looked back at it, before sitting up on the sides of her thighs and pushing her hand to her bosom. This kept the sheet from pooling at her hips as it normally would, and her hand was waved, the door unlatching loud enough to be heard by the girl. Her scent was caught, and Lilith had to smile.

     “Come in Margaret, dear,” she called softly, “you are welcome here,” for she knew the woman would hear it. Margaret was still an enigma to her, though, and one she intended on  unraveling. Lilith was starting to get little inklings of what she was, or could be, but these were mere theories and thoughts; little more than threads in the greater scheme of things. Still, she’d welcome Maggie with a smile, as always she would.

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((hissing-head-honcho)) "Care for ssssome tea, my queen? I made it jussst for you to enjoy, if you wish!"

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     “Pentious,” the Queen breathed his name with relief, “it’s good to see you again, darling. I would love some, if you would be so kind,” as she took a seat at the little table, conveniently conjured.