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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧
𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩
Biblical & Paradise Lost based Satan, supplemented with personal headcanons.
𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝—𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧
Satan's Inner Circle: @audaciiae
reimagined in 2026
Some literary figures that I think were just Lucifer in disguise:
Cathy Ames
Lord Henry Wotton
Mrs Danvers
Julian Morrow
Lady Macbeth
Figures that I think were goaded and encouraged by Lucifer:
Patrick Bateman
Annie Wilkes
Nurse Ratched
Tom Ripley
Victor Frankenstein
Figures I think Lucifer befriended:
Dracula
Hannibal Lecter
O’Brien
//I restarted my multi and have him here @aeterniitas
My goal for 2026 is to try and enjoy tumblr rather than feeling tied to it. So I’m adopting (well, trying to) a more relaxed vibe with my blogs - unfortunately this may mean that I’m slow with replies I apologise 🙈
So for now my main blogs are here, @aeterniitas and @rinksaint ❤️
[text: Holy Terror] stop pretending you don't know this is your favorite brother and tell me if my shoes are at your place
[text; Gabriel (Annoying)] I told you to stop leaving your ugly clothes here [text; Gabriel (Annoying)] I don't want people to think they belong to me
~ @audaciiae || new universe michael & lucifer ~
"It's Monday, so you know what that means -" Lucifer places a box on Michael's desk, lips curving into a grin. "Pastries -" His other hand moves from behind his back, revealing a cup which he places down beside them. "And coffee."
They've been doing this for a few months now. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Lucifer strolls into the museum's archives with a request. Sometimes it's legitimate, sometimes it's a veiled excuse to see the archivist. But without fail, he always shows up.
"How was your weekend?" Lucifer moves to drop into a seat opposite, dropping his satchel onto the floor. "Did you do anything fun?"
𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 : 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔
‘ i’ll find you again , wherever we end up next . ’
‘ the enormity of my desire disgusts me . ’
‘ please , one more kiss in the kitchen before we turn the lights off . ’
‘ i’ve been lost but i’m here now . you’re the only person who has ever been able to find me . ’
‘ almost dead yesterday , maybe dead tomorrow , but alive , gloriously alive , today . ’
‘ you are not broken . ’
‘ you can love and be loved , despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world . ’
‘ i did violence to my own heart . ’
‘ will i be forgiven for the sins i did not commit , but created ? ’
‘ i would never kiss anyone who doesn’t burn me like the sun . ’
‘ i would rather break the world than lose you . ’
‘ i think you and i have known each other in a few lifetimes . ’
‘ i didn’t know . i had no idea how greedy my heart really was . ’
‘ is that why the idea of losing you torments me so much ? ’
‘ how long have i been without you ? ’
‘ am i foolish for wanting this ? it will end in flames . it always does . ’
‘ sorry about the blood in your mouth . i wish it was mine . ’
‘ if i love you , is that a fact or a weapon ? ’
‘ tell me how all this , and love too , will ruin us . ’
‘ and you realize the one person in the world who loves you isn’t the one you thought it would be . ’
‘ it cannot be a mistake to have cared . it cannot be an error to have tried . it cannot be incorrect to have loved . ’
‘ finally , i plead guilty of adoring you . ’
‘ a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort . ’
‘ without realizing , i find it in myself that i cannot stop thinking about you . ’
‘ tomorrow , when i wake up , i promise , i will be better . ’
‘ someone has to leave first . this is a very old story . there is no other version of this story . ’
‘ when i imagine myself , i am always leaving . i couldn’t draw my own face if god asked . ’
‘ do we simply stare at what’s horrible and forgive it ? ’
‘ i wanted to let go of the pain even though it was the last thing that felt alive from you . ’
‘ have i endured loneliness with grace ? ’
‘ i’ll be your slaughterhouse , your killing floor , your morgue and final resting , walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause i couldn’t make you love me and i am tired of pulling your teeth . ’
‘ and then my soul saw you and kind of went , ‘ oh , there you are . i’ve been looking for you . ’ ’
‘ sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body . ’
‘ i spent my life arguing how i mattered until it didn’t matter . ’
‘ who knew my haven would be my coffin ? ’
‘ dead is the safest i’ve ever been . ’
‘ i’ve never been so alive . ’
‘ you know what i was gonna tell you before , but didn’t have the nerve ? you got your name written all over me . i got my name written on you , too . ’
‘ you already are something . you always were . and you still have time to be . ’
‘ you know me by heart . it infuriates me that you know me by heart . ’
‘ why am i waiting for you ? hungering and thirsting for you in every cranny of my soul and even in my ribs ? ’
‘ you came with a handful of pain and a smile which broke the ground under my feet as the earthquake does when two people meet . ’
‘ the only good thing is that i’m getting used to suffering . ’
‘ the return to time was not my choice . ’
‘ we are built to live inside each other . this means we are built to ruin . ’
‘ time does not bring relief ; you all have lied . ’
‘ time does not know how to keep our hopes safe . ’
‘ you needed me so much that you had to end me . ’
‘ there are days where i am morbidly in love with you , and this is one of those days . ’
‘ i know no end to desiring you . ’
‘ i fear that i am both too much yet not enough . ’
‘ yes , yes , yes , i do like you . i am afraid to say the stronger word . ’
‘ a heart’s a heavy burden . ’
‘ life , as i see it , is all about farewells rather than reunions . ’
‘ heaven is real and you only had two minutes to prove it to me . ’
‘ it was already love . ’
‘ everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that they deserve it . ’
‘ i’ll love you until i forget how to . ’
‘ i’ll love you until i forget how to and then i’ll fall like my knees aren’t already bruised from doing it and i’ll remember why you’re worth the ache . ’
‘ of course i’ll hurt you . of course you’ll hurt me . of course we’ll hurt each other . but this is the very condition of existence . ’
‘ nothing makes me sadder and nothing makes me happier than you . ’
‘ i love you and i do not want to love you , it is too much and too difficult . ’
‘ grief is just love with no place to go . ’
‘ i felt my life with both my hands to see if it was there . ’
‘ you do this , you do . you take the things you love and you tear them apart . ’
‘ i hope it’s love . i’m trying really hard to make it love . ’
‘ if you touch me again i might burn up in the cold air . ’
‘ i asked you not to leave several times . ’
‘ i’ve only adored you lifetimes ago and here we are . it’s nice to see you again . ’
‘ all time ever does is pass and all i ever do is remember . ’
‘ i feel as though we were never strangers , you and i , not even for a moment . ’
‘ i’d choose you ; in a hundred different lifetimes , in a hundred worlds , in any version of reality , i’d find you and i’d choose you . ’
‘ nothing about this is soft but we pretend . ’
‘ maybe you and i are just a dream . ’
‘ i know you loved me too , you knew me , and it gladdens my heart . ’
‘ i promise i shall never give up and that i’ll die yelling and laughing . ’
‘ i don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision . ’
‘ the world was made so that we could find each other in it . ’
‘ you don’t meet the people you love , you recognize them . ’
‘ i think you and i have known each other a few lifetimes . ’
‘ this body knows fear like a front porch knows welcome – it is always coming home . ’
‘ i miss you more than i remember you . ’
‘ if i could have done it all again , i would have loved you better . but i could not have loved you more . ’
‘ we could have been happy . i know that , and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know . ’
‘ you want a better story . who wouldn’t ? ’
[TXT club guy]: perfectly adequate he says, like i didn't make him cum several times 😒
[TXT club guy]: i am, yes, but i know what shoes you have and i liked them very much
[TXT club guy]: Пожалуйста, красавчик
[text; hot russian] I might need a repeat performance to really judge whether you were good or not [text; hot russian] I'll give you your shoes back if the orgasm is even better next time.
[TXT Lucifer]: Convince myself of what? Stop.
[TXT Lucifer]: What? How did you even get my address? Don't tell me you're stalking me.
[text; hot canadian] You know what. [text; hot canadian] No, I'm not stalking you. [text; hot canadian] I'm just a particularly cheeky Devil who's coming to visit. [text; hot canadian] Would you prefer it if I put on a Russian accent?
//Now and again I remember that this is a serious blog where I have serious thoughts about sin and religion and not just a place for Lucifer to be a bitch
Judas Iscariot;
Satan's most important temptation. The turning point of sin that solidified his role in history.
It'd started slowly. Gentle whispers to sow doubt. The soft caress of temptation wrapped in the guise of concern. You only want to help Yeshua, don't you, Judas? The money he is gathering would be better suited to your pocket. You could use it to help.
He came to Judas in dreams, poking at his political concerns, pulling on the strings of his family's misfortune.
Lucifer finished the task the night of the Last Supper. He stalked the table, hidden to all but Jesus. Both of them knew what was to come. Satan had failed in tempting Christ, but this one was prophesied to succeed.
John 13:2: “The devil had already put it into the heart of Judas Iscariot, Simon’s son, to betray Him.”
All it took was a caress to Judas's shoulder, the lightest nudge to push him over the edge.
Luke 22:3-4: “Then Satan entered into Judas… and he went and conferred with the chief priests and officers how he might betray Him.”
12 hours later, Iscariot's guilt overwhelmed him, and Lucifer showed up to personally escort Judas to Hell - A service reserved solely for history's most famous traitor.
Michael stares listlessly at Lucifer while he speaks, just looking so utterly exhausted. Their shoulders slump, a few more tears slipping down their cheeks. It's true, Michael has never known a moment where they haven't been in love with Lucifer. Every waking second of every fucking day was absolute agony having to pretend that they didn't care. Because that's the thing--Michael has always cared. Maybe too much. They always wanted to be good, to prove that they were loyal, that they wouldn't go down the same path that Lucifer did. But what does it all mean now? It doesn't mean anything. Nothing means anything anymore.
"What am I supposed to do now?" they whisper, staring down at the book. "I have already destroyed so much. I do not know if I have the ability to bring it back," they mutter, turning their head into his palm and letting out a shaky breath. "I do not want this anymore, Lucifer. I just want it all to go away. It would be so easy to just throw it all away--"
They let out another sob and curl up against him, their whole body shaking with it. Michael hasn't been this broken in a long, long time. "I just want a universe where we can be together. Is that too much to ask? Heaven, Hell, good, evil, I do not care anymore. I just want you."
"What you're going to do now -" Lucifer says, his thumb stroking against their cheek. "You're going to sit here with me. Just the two of us. And we're going to allow ourselves a moment to be together." Gently, he manoeuvres them into his lap so that he can fully wrap his arms around them.
"I just want you too." The words fall softly from his lips as he presses a soothing kiss to Michael's temple. "You're the only good thing in my life. Which is why it hurts to see you grieving."
So much of their lives has been lost to fighting against each other. And Lucifer is sorely tempted to say Fuck you to the universe and take this chance together. But he just can't. Not like this.
"What we're going to do - Is we're going to sit here and have a long-awaited date by this -" He gestures to the eternal flame. "Glorified campfire. And if, at the end of it, you still want to burn everything. We will. Or if you want to find another way out, we'll do that." Hand cups their jaw. "Let's just take a moment to breathe. Just the two of us. I think we deserve that after everything we've been through." He nudges his nose against Michael's.
"Have you ever had s'mores?"
Ordinarily, Lucifer goes out of his way to ignore Crowley. He's irritating. This time, however, he'd brought the dithering angel with him, and the request was impossible to ignore.
"Of course I came." Expression remains neutral, even though his heart is twisting with grief at the sight of Michael. They look so unlike themselves. As much as Lucifer had always jabbed about them being unappreciated, he'd never wanted this for them. "They told me what was happening, yes. I should be annoyed with you, you know I hate enduring conversations with that pair of clowns."
He moves to sit near Michael, giving them space. It's never been like this. Lucifer has always been the angry, impulsive one. Then again, he's felt the weight of Heaven. No-one can carry that forever. It's an impossible, lonely task. "It's not like you to be burning books." His head tilts a little, trying to catch Michael's gaze. "What happened?"
Michael sniffles and glances away, still clutching at the book. They chew on their bottom lip, brow furrowing. There are a million things running through their mind right now, none of which seem like an adequate answer. Now that they're faced with him, everything feels so....insignificant? They look back at the fire, down at the book in their hands, and they just...laugh.
They laugh, which then turns into sobs, a hand coming up to cover their eyes. "I-I just thought...I wanted it to all go away," they whisper, swallowing hard. "Everything. All of it. I have gone so damn long pleasing everyone, doing everything right, by the book. Loyal Michael, trustworthy Michael, patient Michael, Michael always does what is best. I am tired of it! I am so tired--of being underappreciated, overlooked, taken for granted. I just want it to be us, Lucifer. Us and the stars. Don't you see? Look, I left it all for us. Everything gone, except for me and you and--and the galaxies and the stars. So we could be together for all eternity."
When they say it out loud, the more logical part of them knows it sounds so fucking ridiculous, but what happens when someone is driven to their breaking point? "I have done nothing but keep my head down and follow the rules for millennia. I just want it to stop."
It's hard to explain the emotion that races through Lucifer at Michael's words. He has loved them for so long. They are tangled in every fibre of his being, and here they are - Offering him a chance at a life together. To just be with each other. How desperately he wants to be selfish and say yes. Hell, he'd love to help them throw the rest of the pages into the fire.
But he can't. Because somewhere deep down, Lucifer knows that it's not the right thing to do for Michael.
"Budge up." He murmurs as he moves to sit beside them. Eyes fix on the fire, head dropping to rest on their shoulder. "Thank you for keeping the stars for me." Hand slips around their waist, drawing them close. "Michael, I have known you for my entire existence. I have always thought that you deserved better than the way you are treated. And you know I'm always excited to criticise god and the system that we've been forced into."
"But do you know what has been the biggest pro of us being in this system? It's allowed me to know you. I have never known a moment when I haven't been in love with you." Tears prick at his eyes. "You are everything to me. And as tempted as I am to grasp onto this book and fuck all the other pages into the fire." His hand comes up to their cheek. "My love, we both know this isn't the answer. I think that you would look back and regret this."
I usually solely write Lucifer as he/him and with a male fc because something something patriarchy being a structural sin (i have lots of thoughts about this, but not the braincells to write them out - someday maybe)
BUT
On occasion, Lucifer likes to dabble in female form and this is the form he takes
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Michael starea at the Eternal Flame, clutching the book of life to their chest like it's some sort of lifeline. Their whole body shakes, the voices of the other Archangels echoing in their head. They squeeze their eyes shut, as if they could will it away, but nothing blocks out the cacophany of sound. Don't they deserve this? After everything they've fucking done, all the sacrifices they've had to make for it to just be expected and not recognized, don't they deserve to be angry?!
They open the book, staring hard at the pages left. Themself, Lucifer, the stars, galaxies, and nebulas, among other things they hadn't gotten to tearing out yet. It's the perfect plan, isn't it? Now no one can touch them. No one can prevent them from being together. No one can stop--
Michael jumps when they feel a familiar presence materialize behind them. They stare at Lucifer wide eyed, slamming the book shut and holding it tighter. "I knew you would come," they choke out, laughing shakily. "Those two told you to come, didn't they?" They look so unlike themself, Michael, usually so calm and composed, with tear tracks running down their cheeks and dark circles under their eyes. "Everything has to go. You understand that, I hope." Everything except us.
Ordinarily, Lucifer goes out of his way to ignore Crowley. He's irritating. This time, however, he'd brought the dithering angel with him, and the request was impossible to ignore.
"Of course I came." Expression remains neutral, even though his heart is twisting with grief at the sight of Michael. They look so unlike themselves. As much as Lucifer had always jabbed about them being unappreciated, he'd never wanted this for them. "They told me what was happening, yes. I should be annoyed with you, you know I hate enduring conversations with that pair of clowns."
He moves to sit near Michael, giving them space. It's never been like this. Lucifer has always been the angry, impulsive one. Then again, he's felt the weight of Heaven. No-one can carry that forever. It's an impossible, lonely task. "It's not like you to be burning books." His head tilts a little, trying to catch Michael's gaze. "What happened?"
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔶𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫
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