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fandomless lucifer.

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         a young boy, so modest, yet so plagued by an unparalleled darkness, piques his interest. & like a quiet roll of thunder in the dead of a summer night, inquiry begins to infiltrate his thoughts. however, do not be mistaken: it is uncommon for one to steal his attention. but something was awry with the boy--something that resembled the likes of the deepest corners of hell. 

         ❛   you there.  ❜    his words  b i t e,  structured to sting, to command attention.  ❛   i have something i would like to ask.   ❜

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hi everyone uwu. it’s been a long time. i’m trying to get back into writing, and lucifer is the one that seems to be tugging at my heart. i was over at clairevoir for the longest time, but my muse for her seems to have died. so now, i’m hoping to make this blog work! also please feel free like this for a starter !!

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send me a faceclaim and I’ll tell you who they’d be in my muse’s life as a NPC

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heavendescends.

       ❝  —— lucifer.  ❞

      POISON upon his tongue, the name of the rebellious KIN  drips       from his lips like ACID.  heaven descends and hell ascends, the       rapture will soon BEGIN,    saving countless innocents —- IF all       goes well, that is. ( armageddon has been foretold,     the DEVIL        has been expected to make an appearance long before now. )

        ❝ … do not compare our situations. ❞

       ah,  what rancor taints thy speech.   come now,  what way is  THAT  to greet a king    ?         ❛   -- dear brother,   mind your tone.   ❜

       once   ADORNED   in heaven,    now met with a savage grace,   lucifer is well acquainted with the degree of frigidity other heavenly hosts oft extend.  the  CHILL  of each sharpened syllable a jagged dagger to what would be a beating heart in that bird-cage cavity ----- but alas, no such thing can be found in that void.   for he is as   DARK   &   DEPLORABLE  as his name. all that reminds is a remnant of what was: tendrils of something likened to muted glory.  &  it was that very thing ----- embers of a once upon a time ------- that he wished to reclaim.  a means to an end,   with only humanity to blame.  yes,  the ends times are near,  as their FATHER once proclaimed.   (   what were his words   ?   ah,   ❛   and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also, and the works that are therein shall be burned up.  ❜   the world shall end with  ALL  of  HELL’S FURY.  ) 

   ❛   mark my words: it is not me that you should despise.  our father  has forsaken you,  much like he has forsaken me.  are you not deemed a rebel,  dear castiel  ?   is that not what HE has called me  ?    ❜

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ragedriven.

❝ someone keeps up with the news, that’s great. ——— if that were the case, i’d say bullshit. ❞

           ❝ sorry, it’s just ——— i spent years trying to develop one. if anyone could get rid of the hulk, it’d be me. but it looks like he’s here to stay.❞ 

  ❛     it seems you,  along with the rest of the avengers,  are the talk of the century ------ nearly impossible to avoid,   i’m afraid.   i must admit,  however, it is you of all who has intrigued me.   ❜

  a silence ensues,   one he takes to scrutinize the man before him.   ❛    what if i told you that there is,  in fact,  a way   ------  a way to reverse the effects with certainty  ?  are you interested  ?   ❜

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eight people i’d like to get to know better: all of you uwu

tagged by:  @vvulfric​

one. name / alias: grace ! two. birthday: october 8th. three. zodiac sign: libra. four. height: 5′7″. five. time: 12:51 EST. six. sleep: 5-10 hours depending on the day. seven. favourite books: oh my god. le miserables, beloved, harry potter eight. favourite artists: the neighbourhood, fever ray, banks, halsey, eminem, the 1975, the weeknd, taylor swift, odesza, drake, oh wonder, alina baraz & galimatias, lana del rey, zella day, arctic monkeys, the pretty reckless, hozier, disclosure, troye sivan, ariana grande, alessia cara, hippie sabotage, ed sheeran nine. last movie i watched: ex machina. it’s messed. ten. college: just applied ! eleven. dream job: United States congress/senate. twelve. the meaning behind your url: from isaiah 14:2, the king is addressed as “o lucifer, son of morning.” ben sahar is that in hebrew.

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V IMPORTANT !!

i made a slight url change b/c a certain dumbass ( me ) mistyped the word i was originally trying to use. so benshakar --> bensahar. so sorry for inconveniences !

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noblehell.

     TAINTED NERVE, REFORMED WITH AN indication to serve as a softened marker of divinity, redemption sealed in increments of gold. an ocean of blood at his disposal knows no boundaries, and he knows no fear at the hand of another’s mercy. he’s not entirely sure where the hostility stems, yet he’s not inclined to ask.   ❛   well, aren’t you quite the charmer. i was hopin’ for a peaceful chat, really.   ❜   tenderness is juxtaposed to latent animosity in the way he registers his response, the imposing nature of his sparked grandeur evanescent; although, perhaps he’d be granted a wish in pending oblivion.

          wherefore was the  LIGHT  that had once saturated the very fibers of his being ?   the crown of purity  ?    the aura of grace ?    ah,  but  bitter remembrance will spark embers of the past,   fueling a flame long thought to have exhausted its last breath.  he recalls -- with undue clarity -- the anguish the daggered words provoked when they ravaged his soul  &   bastardized what was once holy.  the words echo even now  (  ‘ thou hast corrupted thy wisdom by reason of thy brightness ‘   ):   a lone requiem for a lone soul.   may the prince rest in peace.   all hail the king !   the king who bears the crown of darkness. 

        ❛   you forfeited your peace the moment you engaged in such a despicable ritual.   ❜    frigidity colors the timbre of his tone,   though his gaze betrays tendrils of curiosity.  despite the anxious animosity that brews within him,  he refrains  &  indulges in the spirit of inquiry.   ❛  but,  contrary to popular belief,  i am not want of virtue.   i will grant you this...chat.   ❜ 

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     ❛   mr. banner ------ i have heard of your rather... peculiar predicament. what if i were to tell you that i possess the ability to   CURE   you of your ailing  ?   ❜

@ragedriven​ liked for a starter.

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❛   how  dare  you endeavor to  summon  me,   you  INSOLENT  swine.    is a DEATH-WISH  what you desire  ?    ❜    feverous fury burned his tongue  &  seeped into each uttered syllable.   in accompaniment was an unadulterated FEROCITY  ------- the gaze of a hungry predator with an insatiable taste for BLOOD.   &  it was this  vile  SIMPLETON   that lucifer wished to bring to the slaughter.   ❛   well  ?   SPEAK !    ❜  

@noblehell​ liked for a starter. 

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josephmrgan:

“Couple of coke-suckers.” X X

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        oh,  how   VILE   the serpent’s tongue !   the very tongue that fashioned ORIGINAL SIN   &  banished thy kin.  it is with this tongue that lucifer speaks -- with hopes to baptize the other’s faith in his own depravity.  ❛   it seems you are rather steadfast in your faith.  it’s commendable,  truly.  tell me,  have you ever faced great temptations that subsequently provoked doubt  ?   personally,  i find it rather difficult to lead a good,  christian life,  as they say.  ❜

@deservesthetruth liked for a starter.

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so i would love some feedback on what you all think of lucifer !  ( are you enjoying my portrayal ?   what questions do you have & would like answered ?  how about the dialogue ?  + any other comments/criticisms !  ).  any & all statements/questions will be greatly appreciated !

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starter call !!

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idleprayer.

        the question shouldn’t surprise him as much as it does      ——     it sure sounds like the kind of thing one’d be asked in this sort of place     (  or so the hunter thinks, truth be told, he wouldn’t be able to recall the last time heavy footsteps led a fatigued body to the so called house of god. this ain’t, by far, the winchester’s natural habit  ).    muscles shift uncomfortably for a moment, eyebrows lifting in slightly curious, mainly distrustful manner       …      at last, he simply  SHRUGS.         ❛  the red guy with horns  &  a tail ?  dunno’, sounds a little bit too fairytale to me.   ❜

     laughable,   was he   ------    the man before him.  such an outlandish utterance, a BASELESS   falsehood,  made it quite impossible to reign in his laughter  (   though,  admittedly,  he did once appear as the classic red devil persona,  just to humor himself.  )      but alas,   the effort is not in vain.  instead,  his brow quirks upward as  AMUSEMENT   becomes ripe in his gaze.   ❛  i’m afraid i was never fond of that interpretation.   i must confess, i do agree that the claim that the devil walks among us is rather unorthodox  ;   however,   it is a simple truth that evil lurks in places often unforeseen,   is it not  ?  perhaps,   in that sense,  the devil is here,  on this earth.  ❜   a silence ensues,    used to comb through his words.   ❛   do you believe god is just ?  ❜

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rudimentarysurvival.

        THE MUTTERED WORDS of a man whose entire world was ripped from his grasp in a matter of seconds were barely a WHISPER. nonsensical utterances, when before his voice tore out of his throat with the pain of it. he had no knowledge of where his brother went          all he knew was the dead weight settled in his lap, the way the hand held TIGHT in his grasp gave no signs of squeezing back.

        there was no predilection of how long his torso rocked  (  back & forth, back & forth …  )  with the weight of his daughter keeping him aloft. all he knew were words suddenly spoken in the TOO LOUD silence made after gunshots rang out in the air. a condescending laugh, mocking words          it all forced his head to tip UP, where tear-stained cheeks shined in all its glory. where the ugliness of a father in mourning showed its TRUE COLORS.

            “      y’got no goddamn respect, pal ?      ”    words SHOVED out of his throat, forced like shrapnel ripping his insides apart.    “      who the fuck d’ya think ya are, huh ?      ”

         OH,  THE DEVIL’S ANTICS.   a sea of pure   misery.   &   oh,  how misery LOVED company.   indeed,  within him festers all that is sordid   &   RANK  -- all that was  DEPLORABLE,   PATHETIC,    &   WICKED  ;  an insatiable taste, comparable to that of the dirtiest drug.  yes,   he was  ADDICTED -- hungry for the unadulterated   PLEASURE  that all sin wrought.  &   what sweeter satisfaction was a forsaken child  &  an inadequate father ?   (   oh, he knew that ANGUISH all too well -- ).

          so, when lucifer stumbles upon such a piteous sight   (  a tenacious father,   hoping for some sort of SALVATION for the damned -- ),   he cannot contain the  LAUGHTER  that filters past his lips.  

        ❛  me   ?   it is YOU who should learn respect. after all, i am the only solution to your rather ... abysmal predicament.  ❜  a gaze SATURATED with AMUSEMENT is spared first to the still cadaver, then to the distressed stranger.   ❛  see,  i possess a certain ... TRAIT  that can bring your daughter back.    however,    considering your insolence,  i think it best to leave you to SUFFER   whilst your daughter    ROTS.    ❜