King Of Darkness

independent highly selective Satan Lucifer Magne penned by Sprinkles. Headcanon based. Highly WIP

[elkfeast]

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Glee he can barely contain as the Devil practically bounces there standing on the stoop as he awaits the door to open. A small cherub sits in her sling, idly kicking tiny buckle up shoes and sucking on a plastic apple as wide eyes, his golden eyes take in the detail of the mansion. It’s her first time being out in the city, protected perched against her Father’s chest.

The door opens and the devil wastes no time in grabbing his valued friend in a bear hug and swinging him around like it hasn’t been almost a year since he’s seen the other.

“Oh Allylastor, how long it’s been! It feels like it’s been eons, but in reality I’m sure it’s somehow been less! Ah the joys of Fatherhood, I’ve hardly slept! I forgot what life was like outside the castle! I haven’t felt the sun on my face in–wait, we don’t really get sun! Oh it’s so good to see you!” 

Charlie squeaks indignantly and glares sandwiched between the two as finally the devil releases the deer.

    to the normal denizen it is most peculiar seeing the devil at one’s doorstep, however, the monarch is no stranger to Alastor. disheveled red hair yet to be brushed and straightened properly presents itself to the blonde as servants make haste of preparing breakfast for the Radio Demon and the deer is left to answer the door. expecting the mailman and not the king of hell at the top of their manor’s steps. the deer can’t help but blink at first, quick to tie their robe securely over their sleepwear and taking a few moments process what their eyes were seeing before offering a smile.

    ❛ your grace, it’s been… a while. ❜ there’s a rasp in his voice, throat longing for the warm tea being steeped inside the kitchen. the embrace comes suddenly but he’s only taken by surprise by the lump pressing against his and his… friend’s chest. as they pull away his eyes fall on the bundle in the other’s arms and he knew then that Lucifer’s visit is not of the norm. or at least, what’s the usual norm of someone as spontaneous as the devil. he should have noticed the baby then but he’d been so preoccupied with looking at the face he hadn’t laid eyes on for so long that when he takes a step back to allow entry, the deer finds himself looking at the missed features of his friend’s face. ❛ pardon my hesitance your highness i’m quite… i’m still waking. ❜

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“Your grace? Your Highness?” He scrutinizes the other’s features playfully and bumps him with a chortle. “How formal! Since when do you...”

But the smile fades to something more pensive as he observes the other’s tense and mildly unwelcoming expression. And suddenly it’s dawned on the devil that they haven’t seen each other in about a year. Almost a year exact. Two best friends that did everything together dropping contact abruptly when he found out his wife had been with child.

Lucifer isn’t a being with many...friends, as one could imagine. He’s developed fondness for certain demons but knew in the end to never get attached. The souls down here are expendable in Heaven’s eyes and you never know when someone you call friend could vanish before your very eyes. Alastor is the exception however; that demon has outsmarted every exterminator thus far and the devil doesn’t so much worry for him.

Unaccustomed to friendships you can quite imagine he’s not very good at...maintaining the few he’s had.

“It’s...quite alright.” A hand plays with Charlie’s tiny little fingers. “I could come back later?”

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Fingers tap like a drum against his good china as he waits for the male to enter the room. Sandwiches are laid out and tea of course as well. Besides the radio demon’s particular diet he’s not sure what else he’ll prefer. The main course they’ll hunt for on their own.

Initially skeptical and still is over his daughter’s new beau, Satan plans on drilling the deer’s intentions. Alastor’s reputation precedes him and Hell’s fallen angel doesn’t trust him for a minute. However, Lilith says this is important to Charlie, so ‘bonding’ they shall do.

“Ah, you made it!” he says with faux cheer as the other finally appears. “The rifles are ready to hunt when you are, my boy! And we’ve got some holy guns too?? Who knew those feathered rats up there were so advanced in their weaponry!” The threat is clear: one wrong move and I kill you.

@hellboundgentlemen

[hellboundgentlemen]

The infamous radio demon was quite well aware of his ill-gotten reputation, even among the hierarchy of Hell itself. Toppling Demon lords and nobles tend to do that. However, this wasn’t a mere Lord or Duke, but the King himself!

{“Ah. Greets My King”} he slips into his Southern Gentry charm, however he knew it would only take him so far, especially given what he tried to do in his past, much less what he tried to do with Charlie an-perish the thought! He angrily chides himself.

Dual crimson hues glance at the fine china on the table, almost a foreign concept here in Hell. A lifetime of afternoon tea rituals growing up makes the next line ease out of his gilded smile.

{“May I take a seat, Sir?”}

A gloved claw gestures to the seats. He didn’t wish to assume, especially under their unique circumstances. His grin widens, a sign of genuine impressiveness or a animalistic baring of teeth? As the rifles are mentioned. He saw through the flowery comments and saw the not so subtle threat of a torso full of angel metal.

{”Flattered that you consider my…taste, but for now only a spot of tea will do, if you permit?”}

[applctainted-blog]

Alastor is a threat, though certainly not one the Devil fears. Why, the Devil fears no one but there are those that even he respects out of the sheer power they’ve cultivated over time. And those he respects for tenacity alone, like good old Prickle Pants. Never give up on your dreams, even if you’ve been at them for two hundred years!

However as a Father he’s aware of the radio demon’s actions since having begun courting his daughter. Something he knew was initially done in deception that even he had a hard time finding falsehood in now. He had put his life on the line for Charlie, risking it all for her. Allowed himself to be burned to a crisp, licked down to the bone by flames just to soothe her anger and calm her hysterics.

Lucifer knows love when he sees it, but he also knows demons. He knows the world they live in, where love is almost desolate.

“Of course I permit. I invited you here.” Because my wife and daughter made me, almost slips out but he holds it back. “I thought it would be a fun activity to do anyhow and it’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed some angel wings!”

[hellboundgentlemen]

{The deer takes his seat, crimsons hues refusing to peel away from the King. His air gives a seemingly carefree mood, hiding the deer’s actual thoughts. While he would refuse to say what his initially plans were, charming and, yes, courting and manipulating the Crowned Princess of Hell was part of it. He just didn’t expect her to be so…Endear-snap out of it! He mentally shakes his head, and with a barely a thought, he poured himself a cup. He tries to think of what next to say….

{”Now then, I admit a hunt sounds wonderful and Angel wings is one thing I have never tried but I do have some curiosity I must sate sir…”} He takes a soft intake of breath, the stirring spoon slowly being put down into the tea…. {”…Why did you invite me so soon after….”} he trails off, not comfortable with finishing the sentence…or even suggesting it in a vaguely-potentially-public space such as this room…

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“After what?” the King intervenes with a sharp clip. “After manipulating my daughter into thinking you gave a damn about her? Making her fall for you? Betraying her and consequentially almost causing the Armageddon of Hell? Or is there something else I don’t know about?”

A hand hits the table and jars their porcelain teacups. Lucifer sucks the air in between his teeth, he can just see his wife glaring at him. Calm, calm, be calm. He invited Alastor here to be civil with him, give the demon a chance. No realistically, he invited the deer because his child and wife made him. Lucifer is nothing without his pride, his cardinal sin.

He straightens his jacket and stands with his rifle, slinging one hard at the other man as well. “Then let’s try some angel wings.”

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Ask box is open! Come bug!

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“Oh? My Darkest Star!”

@lilithmagne

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applctainted replied to your post: “Dust! Can I call you that? ‘Angel’ is…

“Excuse me, I am your Kin–Hunk you say?” Golden eyes glint playfully. “Perhaps I can permit.” Arms throw up. “Where do Denizens get off on ‘Apple Daddy?’ Such strange kinks. Then again I’m the one that’s done morally questionable things with apples.” He takes one out of his pocket, serpentine tongue slathering it.

a loud chuckle slides from his throat. ‘ you are my king, and i treat you with the highest of respects your sinfulness, but i ain’t gon call ya king lucifer all the time, it doesn’t roll off the tongue as much, speakin of, you’re allowed to do that whenever in my presence! ’

he states as he shakes a hand in front of his face to fan himself giving a small chuckle and fluttering his eyelashes.

how dare this beautiful king give him the vapors! not fair!! not that he minded.

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“You’re right and I do appreciate the creativity! Daww, Dust!” the old King croons, preening at the nicknames and attention. He spins the crisp vermilion fruit on his finger tip. “I don’t know why Denizens have such a problem with it. What’s to make someone uncomfortable about a little ol’ man just enjoying an apple?”

“When you’ve got a tongue like this...” His serpentine tongue slithered from his mouth, whittling the air. “Why not show it off?”

[applctainted-blog]

Fingers tap like a drum against his good china as he waits for the male to enter the room. Sandwiches are laid out and tea of course as well. Besides the radio demon’s particular diet he’s not sure what else he’ll prefer. The main course they’ll hunt for on their own.

Initially skeptical and still is over his daughter’s new beau, Satan plans on drilling the deer’s intentions. Alastor’s reputation precedes him and Hell’s fallen angel doesn’t trust him for a minute. However, Lilith says this is important to Charlie, so ‘bonding’ they shall do.

“Ah, you made it!” he says with faux cheer as the other finally appears. “The rifles are ready to hunt when you are, my boy! And we’ve got some holy guns too?? Who knew those feathered rats up there were so advanced in their weaponry!” The threat is clear: one wrong move and I kill you.

@hellboundgentlemen

[hellboundgentlemen]

The infamous radio demon was quite well aware of his ill-gotten reputation, even among the hierarchy of Hell itself. Toppling Demon lords and nobles tend to do that. However, this wasn’t a mere Lord or Duke, but the King himself!

{“Ah. Greets My King”} he slips into his Southern Gentry charm, however he knew it would only take him so far, especially given what he tried to do in his past, much less what he tried to do with Charlie an-perish the thought! He angrily chides himself.

Dual crimson hues glance at the fine china on the table, almost a foreign concept here in Hell. A lifetime of afternoon tea rituals growing up makes the next line ease out of his gilded smile.

{“May I take a seat, Sir?”}

A gloved claw gestures to the seats. He didn’t wish to assume, especially under their unique circumstances. His grin widens, a sign of genuine impressiveness or a animalistic baring of teeth? As the rifles are mentioned. He saw through the flowery comments and saw the not so subtle threat of a torso full of angel metal.

{”Flattered that you consider my…taste, but for now only a spot of tea will do, if you permit?”}

[applctainted-blog]

Alastor is a threat, though certainly not one the Devil fears. Why, the Devil fears no one but there are those that even he respects out of the sheer power they’ve cultivated over time. And those he respects for tenacity alone, like good old Prickle Pants. Never give up on your dreams, even if you’ve been at them for two hundred years!

However as a Father he’s aware of the radio demon’s actions since having begun courting his daughter. Something he knew was initially done in deception that even he had a hard time finding falsehood in now. He had put his life on the line for Charlie, risking it all for her. Allowed himself to be burned to a crisp, licked down to the bone by flames just to soothe her anger and calm her hysterics.

Lucifer knows love when he sees it, but he also knows demons. He knows the world they live in, where love is almost desolate.

“Of course I permit. I invited you here.” Because my wife and daughter made me, almost slips out but he holds it back. “I thought it would be a fun activity to do anyhow and it’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed some angel wings!”

[applctainted-blog]

tomorrow I’ll get a rules page up. And try to wrangle this theme or something??

[sinorigin-deactivated20190805]

demon: hell isn’t that bad lucifer: n O WNOW YOU WERE DAMNED IN HELL FOR A REASON 8) PREPARE FOR YOUR PUNISHMENT YOU SILLY FELLA *PULLS OUT HIS ACCORDION* demon, knowing what’s coming next:

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Fingers tap like a drum against his good china as he waits for the male to enter the room. Sandwiches are laid out and tea of course as well. Besides the radio demon’s particular diet he’s not sure what else he’ll prefer. The main course they’ll hunt for on their own.

Initially skeptical and still is over his daughter’s new beau, Satan plans on drilling the deer’s intentions. Alastor’s reputation precedes him and Hell’s fallen angel doesn’t trust him for a minute. However, Lilith says this is important to Charlie, so ‘bonding’ they shall do.

“Ah, you made it!” he says with faux cheer as the other finally appears. “The rifles are ready to hunt when you are, my boy! And we’ve got some holy guns too?? Who knew those feathered rats up there were so advanced in their weaponry!” The threat is clear: one wrong move and I kill you.

@hellboundgentlemen

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The infamous radio demon. Normal joviality is gone in suspicion of his old friend, if he could be called such. He and the deer had drifted over the years, but friendship was a tricky concept and difficult on one’s tongue down here. You had to be sure to hold all at arm’s length, which Lucifer did sans his family.

“Haven’t seen you in many years, old friend. I hear you’ve taken a liking to my daughter’s project?”

The sugary tones laced with venom said it all, tread carefully Stag or become a decorative over my mantel.

@razegut

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Glee he can barely contain as the Devil practically bounces there standing on the stoop as he awaits the door to open. A small cherub sits in her sling, idly kicking tiny buckle up shoes and sucking on a plastic apple as wide eyes, his golden eyes take in the detail of the mansion. It’s her first time being out in the city, protected perched against her Father’s chest.

The door opens and the devil wastes no time in grabbing his valued friend in a bear hug and swinging him around like it hasn’t been almost a year since he’s seen the other.

“Oh Allylastor, how long it’s been! It feels like it’s been eons, but in reality I’m sure it’s somehow been less! Ah the joys of Fatherhood, I’ve hardly slept! I forgot what life was like outside the castle! I haven’t felt the sun on my face in--wait, we don’t really get sun! Oh it’s so good to see you!” 

Charlie squeaks indignantly and glares sandwiched between the two as finally the devil releases the deer.

@elkfeast