shut up.

[panteradestruccion]

        “…You blind and dumb, girl? If anyone’s screaming, it ain’t me.”

[lucifying-blog]

"Oh~? Look what we have here, a giant asshole!"

[lexchkiller-deactivated20160303]

“If you refrain from telling your species. Im certain you will be hired any point of time.”

[lucifying-blog]

"An idea you got there. Sadly, not everyone in this place is stupid enough to see me as human."

[canatim]

hungry eyes were so easy to read. bloodlust even moreso. 

nina was far from ceremonious when enjoying a meal, crouched, flat-footed beside the corpse of the man she’d taken down like the animal she was so used to being, blood dribbling over her lips, spilling over her chin, matting the fur lining of her hood. a chunk of abdominal muscle still hung between her incisors, and she bit it back, swallowing. she locked eyes with her watcher, waiting for the other to move.

she didn’t. and she was just a kid. great. did she need to scare another brat away? she’d try an attempt at making nice, first. she pulled the corpse’s heart from its ribcage with a bloodied artificial arm, holding it out as an offering. why not?

she could share, sometimes.

“ what, are you here for a meal? ‘s my territory, easy enough to hunt if humans are what you’re looking for. but if you’re inept or something, here. isn’t gonna bite you. ” 

“ if you wanna head off running and screaming, i’ll give you ten seconds, though. after that you’ll just be the second course. ”

[lucifying-blog]

Making her way downtown, walking fast-- she smelled blood out of nowhere-- walking faster. The scent led her towards a dark place, a corner that no one would dare enter if they were smart enough. She'd walk pass, if only to acknowledge that her courage never knew how to waver-- a lie she'd often tell herself to ease her through the lonely, sentimental nights. At the end of it she found what looked like a woman, beast in nature and guts clenched between her teeth-- a sight not so ugly for someone so used to violence.

That offering though, one so unexpected, rendered her offended. Did this woman think she's the type to cower just from seeing someone feed on garbage?

She's honestly feeling so attacked now.

"I was thinking I'd find something unnerving here," Lucifer followed her statement with an almost ill sigh, indicating her disappointment. "Saw nothing but grandma trying to preach. Sup, bitch? I don't feed on the remains of others. I could kill myself, though I appreciate the kind offer. That man doesn't look so tasty though. Why kill a defenseless human? Some struggle is delicious."

[serutee]

Maybe this city had begone to soften her – such a notion would only be an after thought for later, a worry to brush aside. No, in this moment, seeing her furniture once again, watching the figure of the girl float up with the pride her name did instill in her, the witch continued to smile.

She didn’t even mind the crying, no, logically she should expect it, coming from the “crybaby of an older sister”. It was practically nostalgic.

“There, there; that’s my Lucifer,” A pleasant clap of her hands accompanied her words, “I believe you – I’ve been here for a few months now, this place is… Odd, for sure.”

At least Lucifer could fly, though, Beato knew well enough that she was probably weakened in other areas.

[lucifying-blog]

Few months? It sure didn't seem like it but was the golden witch liking her time in the city? For her to not look for an exit and return to the Witches' smoking room to continue the never ending game with her beloved husband... That must be why she was also brought in here. She knew it wasn't those assholes claiming to be scientists that was responsible in her stay here but her Master who required her presence above all.

Though... what was the point behind taking away her abilities? She could not say.

"I-I'm honored, Beatrice-sama. If I may ask, w-why am I stripped off of powers? While I'm able to keep myself afloat, I recently discovered that I'm not capble of wielding my blade anymore, nor turn into my real form."

[intrepidassassin-blog]

“You could say that,” Evie admitted. While she wasn’t sure if it was as obvious here, in London it was clear that she was not a worker or of a higher class. 

“What of you? I can’t imagine your outfit is suited for battle, though you speak as if you’re familiar with it. At the very least, I’d hope you don’t do battle in such an exposed state.”

Again she simply referred to the logistics, to the fact that she could easily land a devastating blow on the other with the way she was clothed. It would be rather easy to make her bleed, but this was all hypothetical, of course. 

For now, she elected to brush off the comments about a Demon King, as she wasn’t sure what to make of them. Perhaps more time spent with the woman would allow her to understand what she meant without further pestering. Instead Evie decided to offer her her hand with a rather neutral expression.

“If we are to be spending more time with each other, we should be better acquainted. My name is Evie Frye.” She still wondered when it was appropriate to mention she was Dame Evie Frye.

[lucifying-blog]

"I know it makes me look vulnerable and a piece of cake to target." In fact, even with her not dressing so gaudily, she's still quite easy to attack. She's not as strong as she claims to be and the only time she could actually prove her potential is when she's with her sisters, working as one. Lucifer of pride was nothing on her own. "Trust me though, that's certainly not the case," her hands waved in a denying motion as if the tone of her voice wasn't enough to further prove her confidence with her fighting abilities. "Light clothing makes it easier to maneuver. I'd like to think I'm one whose strong point is agility."

It was true, in a sense. The stakes could move in a manner severely faster than most, only because they were born with supernatural abilities. Even with this truth in mind, Lucifer's aware that there are many that could beat them in terms of speed. Not that she'd mention that. It would be self-harm on her case.

Seeing that the other wanted a handshake, or at least she assumed that, her face brightened once again and she extended her arm immediately to reach for the woman's hand. There was a red tint on her cheeks, signifying how enjoyable it was to talk to her current company.

"I thought you said Eva and I was about to laugh how stupid your name was. I'm relieved it's Evie. Call me Lucifer." Don’t tell EVA-Beatrice that she said that.

[avxsta]

Why did he suddenly felt a chill about heights? Better not get into a skyscraper any time soon. He scratched his head, clearly what’s wrong with girls recently? He did not remember them being so bitchy back on his village, followed he yawned as he saw the girl walking, so, this is over? Not that he cares of, but damn the girl sure was hot.

“Oi, going so soon? And I was thinking of—- Nghk!“

The boot of hers made contact with his face, not once but twice, what was this now? Is she really going all tsun all of sudden? Man, this sure is getting boring, being forced to be on the ground once again, he did really just shrug it off and stood again, with his smug smile still on his face he looked at the girl who just tried to taunt him.

“Ah? Gotta say, I’m not looking for anything coming from ya, but if you so insist, alrighto.”

[lucifying-blog]

Grabbing his throat without a warning, Lucifer observed his expression and remained still for a time. There was something about this boy that she couldn't put a finger on-- his presence almost familiar. He didn't happen to be someone who belonged in the Mountain of Purgatory now, did he? She would've remembered his ugly face and his stinky attitude if that was the case. However, there was no name nor a memory to match the face, only an unnerving feeling that she was forgetting something.

The demon wrapped her fingers around his neck tighter, trying to make him let out an agonized moan. Just as immediately though, she released her fingers and stopped strangling him. No matter, her hand remained.

"You're such a masochist." She couldn't tell if she was disappointed with that conclusion. Either way, she once again gripped on him roughly and tossed him on the ground.

"Alright. Time to be my slave and get me food. Now!"

[evariche]

     Since when did she play this? It wasn’t as if this game existed in the world of 1986, and she doubted that any of them had gone through extensive training to get to expert so quickly. Could it be that someone introduced it to her once arriving here? Who in the world would do that, anyway. It took her nearly a week in order to get the rhythm correct, and almost a month to collect all those gems to make her perfect UR team. She assumed the stake hadn’t even been here for a week, but she was confronting her, no, proclaiming herself as an expert? What a laugh that could have gotten out from her if she wasn’t so irritated by this. 

     Throwing the device to her, she clicked her tongue, flicking back ginger locks in an unsatisfied mood.

      “Play this. Show me that you can be at least worthwhile of my time rather than letting it all suck up into thin air. If you’re so good at it, then be useful for once and get that event card for me- why don’t you?

For you to even give me that distasteful look was enough to throw you out like yesterday’s trash, but… what’s the point in throwing old furniture away when they’ll come back to you one way or the other.”

[lucifying-blog]

The golden witch underestimated the place the demon usually slumbered. Hell was a vast place, full of mysteries and wickedness. Where else would cute idols come from and why else would they have the power to lead many people astray and render them derange? From fucking Hell, of course. School idols are devils given the task to make humanity suffer with their charm. Most mistake demons to be nothing more but ugly and deformed creatures.

In truth, they could be beautiful as they were the favorite of many and with their beauty shall they conquer the minds of those who would never look at them one bit on a normal occasion.

Lucifer, still wearing shame like a clothing, received the phone without complaining. She had no right to.

"I... I stake my existence as the eldest demon of purgatory! I, Lucifer of pride, will not stop playing this game till I give Beatrice-sama the card she wants along with ultra rare cards of her favorite school idol.

E-Eh...? Beatrice-sama... How come you haven't idolized at least 34 cards in here? Please don't tell me you've been doing nothing but spend your love gems in expanding your members slot? I recommend saving them for 10+1 scouting with at least one super rare card guaranteed. T-That isn't to imply your methods are wrong, Beatrice-sama."

[rushifua]

Even if would not seem it, this demon was right on the money. While magical girls were in reality young witches, there was something about Homura which made her an anomaly when compared to others of her kind. Something that was unknown even to herself.

“What do you mean by ‘I’m different’?

[lucifying-blog]

With that kind of response, Lucifer assumed she wasn't that much of a threat to her. Still, she would be a fool to think that there aren't any blades under the blanket just because it looked safe to sleep on.

"First, you don't seem to be bearing a title.”

”Secondly, you just don't give off that kind of aura."

[shvahrtscyiallox-deactivated201]

     That WAITER did his duty reckless enough, spilled the content of the other customer’s drink on Ichigo’s clothes partially. If that waiter had a bad attitude along as well, [ he might have get a few punches landed on that face ] . Unfortunate a day it was for him, grumbling sound could be perceived from his tone as he made his way into the bathroom.   Where else  ? Of course , to actually taking care of his images through the reflection of the window!

     So far that the sinks was not OCCUPIED, enabling this guy not to feel embarrassment around his surrounding at this vacant toilet. Though that was sure a big stain on the left section of his clothing,   much to his disappointment  . 

     “ Chih! If that guy could actually be careful enough, now I’ve try wettin’ my clothes.” Well so far the toilet was not SEEMINGLY to be approached by the others… quickly that he took of his clothing at top, desperately trying to wash that stain away. Amen.

[lucifying-blog]

She felt herself tear up at the embarrassment that boiled within. How else could she escape from such a room? Her only option is killing whoever entered and leave the premise like nothing occurred. However, there's no telling if he's alone outside nor what he's capable of doing. He would be able to sense her coming out of the bathroom stall and an assault like that would be so expected. Face heating up and fingers shaking, she tried her utmost to prevent her weeping from being heard.

Much to her dismay, she hadn't thought far ahead-- seemingly not thinking that perhaps covering her loud mouth would help her. Thus, her crying increased in volume and it echoed within the room. Slamming her back on the wall of the stall, her fingers began to scratch both arms. There's no denying how useless she is without her sisters around.

"Y-You useless scum! Get the hell out of here before I violently stab your ugly face!"

[lexchkiller-deactivated20160303]

“Well I would suppose getting a job and finding funds to pursue your hobbies that you could not in the original world you came from due to  obligation. But that is rather dull compared to the lawlessness that this city exhibits.”

[lucifying-blog]

"Job? What kind of jobs are in a place like this? I doubt anyone would hire a demon to wash their plates, comb their hair or wash their dirty asses. You know what? Just tell me who the hell are you."

[godlightning-deactivated2019112]

Rare for someone to be starring directly at him with a smile on their face. Either this person was finding something funny and mindlessly looking off into space, or they were having a thought on him. 

“ What you staring at? “ 

[lucifying-blog]

Funny looking creature, isn't he? That voice did nothing but further her desire to laugh more. Perhaps she was simply bored that small things have a humorous effect on her.

"Nothing special or worth the attention. Why so mad?"

[astralmagicking-deactivated2023]

“Yeah yeah i’m going to leave now. Something tell me in my guts your the type of person who have ego the size of the sun. I’m in no mood to fight anyway. I’m a weak human with no powers. ”

Arata honestly not looking for a fight. He made a comment about her cloth and she reacted with putting his finger on his throat. What was she trying to do? Slit his throat with her finger nails? Regardless if anything like energy blade come out then he would have been force to hit her with a anti magic and get the hell out of dodge or fight if needed to.

His anti magic normally comes with a VERY misfortune effect of stripping the cloth of his targets. 

He take being a punching bag if he deserve it. But he not a masochist for pain nor is he one of those idiots who have something to prove.

[lucifying-blog]

"Listen here, you little bitch. Just because I'm not wearing pants, it doesn't mean you get to look at me like the hungry animal you are. Did you live in the wilds? That explains your lack of morals."

Only her Master is allowed to eye her in that manner. Anyone else who would dare try or think about laying their fingers on her would surely receive a massive hit. Even if they're far stronger than her, she wouldn't die without a fight. Something tells her that this fuckboy in front of her has something more under his sleeves. Best for her to not tread so lightly.

Lucifer continued to take a few more steps backwards, separating herself as far away from him as possible. If he needed anything from her, provided it's not one that would infuriate her, it'd be in his best interest to speak of it now. Lucifer has no time.

[deltaofdeath-blog]

He wasn’t really surprised at this point. Lost civilians were common in this city, and it seemed that most people couldn’t turn away a child that seemed like they needed help. The only problem was that, for that moment at least, Emizel wasn’t lost in the slightest.

“No. Are you?”

[lucifying-blog]

He's quite adorable, isn't he? Almost enough to tempt the demon to snuggle him. Much thanks to her vanity and desire to keep herself composed, she had spared the boy from unneeded physical contact. Pushing her hair back, Lucifer giggled softly.

"I don't think so, cute boy. You're here... because?"

[mirrorcantus-blog]

“I don’t think so. There is no reason for you to harm me, and I think that you are not the type of person who harms for no reason.” Except those were not people, they were monsters. In his eyes she was still only human, nothing which indicated anything more or less. 

“Thank you for laying down your arms.” Satoru nodded at her wooden blade when it fell towards him. It was a sign that she had decided to put away violence for now to they could talk civilly. Maybe he was getting better at bringing out an individual’s peaceful side, Many other citizens said that this city was dangerous, but so far he had not endured a single conflict. 

“Yes, though it is not only love for each other, but also love for the same man which holds us. He is gone though, so we are all we have left to remember him. I cannot even remember his face, I just know that I loved him.” He was content to stay sitting even when she floated, glancing up at her as much as the ground, before he eventually gave up on seeing the face he was missing again. 

“Then clearly they are not so talented.” Satoru smiled a little at that, but then tilted his head to the side. “However, I would profess I have no idea of where to begin with you either. Perhaps you could tell me more about yourself? What is your name? My name is Satoru Asahina.”  Finally he remembered to ask someone’s name. It just sounded like a good place to start this time, since he really had no clues here other that an initial impression that she was very kind.

[lucifying-blog]

With all that out of the way, she rouse higher and higher-- only to find herself behind the seated man, a heated smirk plastered on her sneaky face. The soles of her boots touched his shoulders and the edges, needless to say, dug itself deeper as if it to elicit some noise that'd indicate that a form of pain was felt. Maybe she finally realized how dull of man he was, or he had simply said something that triggered the hostile side of her. She never did like it when people concluded things about her without her permission. Rude.

Dancing with the gravity, the heaviness of her human form became apparent at each doze of seconds. In secrecy did she indulge him with her surreptitious grin, fascinated by his grand words and uncalled kindness, almost enough to make her vomit with its authenticity. He need not to remind her of what she isn't and will never be. While he meant no harm again in his ridiculous guesses, who said she required a valid reason to suffocate him with his own foolishness? Releasing herself from him, she kept herself afloat, but not so soon did she move to take a seat across him. She was a demon and a demon she shall be.

"Your mouth will get you killed someday, cute boy!" Furious? Hardly. She was tendentious at best. "I don't need a reason to get rid of you. After all, I am Lucifer of Pride. A furniture like me have no aversion in neutralizing deepshits like you. Just because I haven't raised a finger doesn't mean I've forgotten that you're just a sad human being like many others. Don't get chummy now."

[theformerace-archived]

She had a bad feeling about this scenario, nonetheless. The only ones who ever expressed this much interest in her arm usually had the worst of intentions for it. More often than not, they were also the ones that already knew its true nature. And in this case, she wouldn’t have put it past this person to have already known.

Her stare hardened, narrowing into a glare at her request.

“You must lead a very uninteresting life if you can gain that kind of pleasure from wanting to mock someone else’s affliction. Besides, I won’t strip for just anyone. Those kinds of things are usually better left to the imagination, are they not?”

[lucifying-blog]

Hoh. How dare this ugly bitch assume such a thing about her? Since she was able to establish one good point-- nevermind that she was out of line and pathetic at that--- the demon kept herself composed despite feeling a wave of nasty rage course through her bloody veins. A hotheaded person like her isn't tailored to take insults very lightly-- though it was very called for her part, prying even.

She returned the solid stare with one of her own, albeit in a positive light.

"And if you know that much then surely you wouldn't mind making my miserable life much, much better, right~? I wasn't mocking you. My, I would never."

[lucifying-blog]

@mediumofthestars​

"I'd give you ten points for originality if only the colors didn't suck."

[opticallyenhanced]

“Say what you must, but in the end, we’re still experiments for those scientists. We do what we please, and in the end they’ll simply undo it as they wish. You could burn the city to the ground and the day after it will be back to normal. They’re the ones who decide what to do. Quite unfortunate, but I guess they wouldn’t want their experiment to run permanently afoul.”

Having to deal with such facts still didn’t sit well for Shalem. Certainly with enough time an opportunity would present itself, but it has been almost a year. Perhaps he should plan a more permanent plan. Or at least come to accept a bit more of his stay here might end less favorably than he wished.

“And quid pro quo? If I expected something in return for knowledge, I would have charged you at the start. No, there’s no point in asking for something for knowledge you’d gain on your own eventually. Consider it a community service of mine, pro bono for those who have found themselves new here. And besides, I highly doubt there’d be anything you could offer to me that I would want in return right now.”

[lucifying-blog]

"Experiments? Maybe so. Then again, who said we can't have our own fun in a place like this? While slaves we are to them, there's also entertainment in having targets of your own. I suppose I understand your lack of enthusiasm. You must have done it already and found it fruitless in the end. I might end up just like you, but I've stained my blood for who knows how long now and I've yet to get tired."

She laughed heartily, paying no mind to the inevitable boredom that awaits her at the end of the tunnel. An attempt to let out a genuine smile crossed her mind and barely did it look like one. Lucifer was forcing herself to find complete ease in the given situation. Quite ashamed of her own feelings, she immediately thought of something more to say.

"Heh~? You don't know that. I might have something to give you, or offer you. Though, it depends on what kind of man you are and how much can you truly handle. I'm not here to push you to reveal your limits. I will find out more about it in time by myself. Why were you here in the first place?"