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@aserpent
the archangel lucifer, from h.azbin h.otel with inspiration from milton's paradise lost and dante's inferno. as tempted by doll, she/her, 18+. sideblog follows back from voxistem. character information below the cut.
AFFILIATES: origidick (exclusive). lilithisms.
*materialises in here* let me write you a starter.
btw my lucifer's intentions for tempting eve with the forbidden fruit were two-fold: he did wish to gift humanity knowledge, for he thought living in paradise was not worth the ignorance.. but he's also incredibly petty*, and he wanted to prove a point to The Lord, because he'd already begun waging war with lilith at his side at this point and he was feeling a lil bitchy about it.
Visiting your enemy's tower to drink a little bit AhAHa
Weird way to start a truce but okay
@aserpent said: 🥰 lucifer is showing them off for her rn,
“ Oh, Hello, beautiful ~ ” don’t mind her hand slowly reaching out “ May I ? ”
flattery will get you everywhere with lucifer... ❝ aha, don't let me stop you, dear. ❞ one grand wing of six droops outward for her convenience, fluttering at the attention.
lucifer maintaining a somewhat angelic appearance in hell is a matter of pride btw. it's his unimaginable, primordial hubris. 🥰
what is the king doing? sprawled in his throne, chewing on a rather large bone.
A small grin forms on their scarred pink lips, light azure gaze shining mischievously. Eivor is not one to ask their gods to fight them, but Lucifer seems to be the one to answer the call without hesitation. A low chuckle rumbles in their throat, hand reaching for their axe and pulling it out of its sheathe. Slowly they start to walk around him - circling him much like a wolf would. ❝Lovely is not quite the word Saxons use for you. But I digress...❞ They stop in front of him once more, lifting their axe to prepare for an attack. They do not speak - but instead lunge towards him with axe aiming right for his shoulder. Already not holding back on the deity - knowing full well he could handle himself.
❝ oh, what do they use? charming? clever? wickedly handsome? all of the above? ❞ too much hubris, ever his sin.
he parries their attack with a light grin, opting for defence in the wake of the onslaught. if nothing else, he makes for a good moving target, not so much rising his own weapon to retaliate. ah, the saxons — renowned for their battle & valour. for his fellow warriors, he holds utmost respect and he's found them to be a stark contrast to his own style, learnt amidst the legions of heaven. lucifer remains graceful & poised as he steps aside, coat swishing with the manoeuvre. elegegant, as befits an archangel, though fallen.
never one to hold his tongue, lucifer prompts as he defends a particularly brutal swing that nearly clips the edge of his wing, a stray feather floating down, ❝ this eager to see me on the ground, dear, or is there something more weighing on your mind? ❞
' beloved , we are hosting a grand dinner with the sins tonight. i find it most proper to tell you in case you wouldn't like to participate. i won't force you , however , i do wish to have your company. '
at the heart of the architecture, the palatial chamber reverberates with an eerie pulse. the morningstar estate has that quality to it, a haunting grandiosity. most of the rooms were unlived in, antiques and intricately carved furniture laced with dust. it was grand & empty, arcane with silence, the odd sounds of hell itself echoing off the high halls, for the king did not enjoy having staff running around the corridors. lilith's return had brightened it up, of course, things were quite a bit livelier now, but lucifer had grown so accustomed to the solitude that breaking the habit now seemed near impossible. twice now he'd nearly set a demon-maid aflame, startled, having forgotten what it was like to have other demons running about.
the king's form presents an antithesis to the room's austerity: reclined against his desk, focus half-swaying toward his darling @lilithisms. his manner is unwound, evident in the fact that he'd shed his suit jacket, sleeves rolled up, hat strewn aside. he really ought to invest in a pair of sweats, like the ones he'd seen adam lounging about in.
❝ we? as in, we, here, at the palace? ❞ he inquires, brow arched. ❝ must we? we've not had all the sins together in... stars, in centuries! imagine the chaos. ❞ his tone was closer to a whine than the playful jest he'd meant it as. with a sigh, he pushed himself off his chair, the rubber duck he'd been painting giving a squeak as he threw it aside. standing, he joins his wife's side, glancing up at her in contemplation.
they hadn't attended any function or gala in quite a while now, and such caprices were attributed to lucifer's own whims and isolating tendencies. the politician in him might've felt a bit guilty for it, shirking his duties to hole up in the palace and avoid seeing the current state of their kingdom ... perhaps it was time to step back in, even if it was just for an evening.
and yet.... ❝ will our paramour be joining us? if i'm suffering, so is he. it's only fair. ❞ lucifer grinned, wings giving a mighty flap so he could lean on his wife's shoulders, nuzzling into her neck, a pink hint of his serpent tongue poking through betwixt sharp teeth.
warm up
I want to talk more hell politics ... because my lucifer is literature inspired ( esp paradise lost ) and I incorporate the idea of a war in heaven led by lucifer against god, please come talk to me about the deadly sins being the angels that fought alongside him. satan was his liutenant, they were all his brothers in arms. talk to me about lucifer trying to construct a paradise out of hell, gradually losing his ambition. i want to talk about hell's royalty and structure and!!!!
holding lucifer down by his wings as you fuck him is something that can be so personal.
because lucifer's true form is a draconic serpent ... some habits never die, hence he does like to eat raw meat + bones at times. sharp teef.
' i suppose i have been absent for awhile , dear. ' well , fuck , he got her there.
' yet , here you are. you sat and waited for me , like the wonderful husband you are. ' lilith cooed out to her husband in such a warm tone , a tone only she uses with him. she gently took one of his hands , raised it to her mouth , and kissed each of his fingertips. maybe she will play into his little scheme.
lilith leaned down more , just as lucifer requested , hand still holding his chin. ' i'm sure there is something i can do to reward such good behavior , hmm ? or perhaps . . . make up for my absents ? i'll do whatever my sweet boy wants. '
a flush dusts over his pale features as her lips grace his hands, wings fluttering at the praise. whatever intentions he previously had to play coy are laid abandoned in the wake of lilith's soft words, prompting a purr from him, smirk widening as he leans into her.
what they share is vehement and venereal, and it is theirs, their own wild laws. with carnal captivation he consumes from the cup she hands; the cup, in turn, herself. chin tilts up and he catches her bottom lip with his teeth, sharp canines gentle even as he licks it before deepening the kiss, as though trying to consume her. were it anyone else, he would feel indignant in his desperation, but for his darling wife, he shall indulge these desires.
❝ i've missed you, ❞ lucifer mumbles into her neck, nuzzling into the nape of her neck as his gloved hand curls around her wrist, trying to bring her closer, so she can sprawl atop him. he'd grown melancholic in her absence, reclused from hell and its politics, but now, with her return, her figure swaying before him, a fire has been ignited and he needs her close, hoarding her so she would never leave him again, ❝ i want you. all of you. don't make me beg, beloved. ❞
❝I could use a sparring partner... Anyone willing to give me a challenge?❞
the brass-topped cane the devil had previously been leaning on is twirled about, its exterior shedding to reveal the angelic sword concealed within. mighty wings fold neatly behind his back as he stands before them, head tilted in piqued interest, ❝ i'd be careful calling upon any deities as opponents. they're not all as lovely as i. ❞ lucifer grins, bemused, before raising his weapon. ❝ shall we? ❞
rebellion-era lucifer would have taken death over being cast out, and he'll never forgive st. michael the indignity of defeating him without granting him an execution :')
Horrifying is not the word she’d use
