Your name is LUCIFER in most circles (of Hell), though the few who know you personally call you BROCIFER, or BRO.
Your previous, more humanistic name was BRODERICK STRIDER (usually), and you went by BRO at that time, too. Of course, the only person who can call you this (relavtively) safely is your tiny protege DAVE.
You reign in apex in the deepest depths of Hell, alongside Dave, and the two of you often battle to prove who is the stronger-- you of course, usually take the win. After which you allow him to continue dictating what's done throughout most of hell, because as you know all too well, it tortures him to be babied like that, given the prize without the victory. But he's the devil and he will SUCK IT UP.
You have a semi-fetishistic fondness for puppets, because they remind you of humanity, but with less talking and-or sewing (in most cases), and because the majority of humanity finds it creepy as shit.
You are all about MULTI-PURPOSE, MULTI-LAYERED IRONY, especially when it comes to puppets. You push this off on your brother to torture him, and it is SUPER EFFECTIVE.
You currently have a sale on souls at $49.99 each. It takes a special kind of Devil to get people to PAY YOU TO TAKE THEIR SOUL, but you are BROCIFER, and you ARE that devil. It is you. Sometimes you wonder why Dave even bothers, but hey, at least it's amusing to watch. Someday he'll understand real business. Some day.
[[ I HAVE SO MANY FEELS ON DAVE. FinallygotoffIMsI'mgoingI'mgoing!!!!! Bluhbluh. THINK OF THINGS YOU WANT IN A DAVEKAT WITH ME. I'm Dave, ja?????? o uo IloveplayingDave AHHH THESE FEELS I CANNOT CONTAIN THEM. ]]
"Well you can either do that or one of two other things. I cut you down from your knees, or you stop being so fucking tall." He snapped his fingers because GURL, Death was sassy, before pointing down to the ground, "DOWN."
Brocifer raised an eyebrow at the miniscule little soul-stealer, the thin stretch of blonde quirking over even the ironic pointed anime shades. He slid his hands into his skinny-jean pockets, and leaned forward, until he was face-to-face with Karkat.
"Funny thing about being Lucifer," Bro said in a calm, idle, midwestern accent, "Ya can't be hacked off on the knees by a measley little reaper. We're kinda a stalemate, really. And More than that, it means you do not kneel."
There was something unnervingly fire-and-brimstone about those last three words. It was most unlike Bro. But it had been a rough day, what with GodDad showing up, and a still-pending command he could only stave off for so long.
"HEY FUCKFACE." The Reaper snarled, stepping up to Brocifer. "Get on your fucking knees for me."
How impudent. To storm into Lucifer's own Den of Smuppets (and evil), and demand such things?
"Nah," Brocifer replied casually, pausing and looking over. "I don't wanna get my new skinny jeans dirty. I got these at full price from hot topic using the money I've made from soul-sales. They're very special to me."
i am not jealous of him i just dont think he should be your favorite! you shouldnt flay favorites at all!!!!
I do not play favorites. My love is fast and endless. There are just differently nuanced ways in which love can be given and received. You will understand this some day.
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i dont get it!
how can love be given and received differently??
Still so young and sweet. My precious angel. Have a muffin
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