morningstar

L U C I F E R archfiend. king of elysia. i'm like the ring leader i call the shots i'm like a firecracker i make it H O T

[the-mother-of-lions]

fucking eyelashes

[just-a-pole-sir]

[mcrningstarx]

And I'll do the time, you're my sweetest crime

@xdinanx

[sheisraging]

Just TZP casually working out.

[actuallysara]

#science

[sheisraging]

A+ breathing

[tylerposey]

TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ Natural Diamonds — Mark Lim (2023)

[asmodeusxcx]

"I have found many a beautiful room in this place and patrons ran from them Luci, it wasn't fair." A lot of the participants hadn't even returned and then they'd had to find new people for the orgy. Thankfully there's plenty of people willing to join in, but it's annoying to have to keep rounding up everyone time after time. "Have you seen him yet? I do hope someone can cheer him up, he seemed so eager to see you." In his own, Ba'al way. It's not as if Asmodeus wasn't out there praising thee Morningstar, but everyone seemed to take dearest Lucifer perhaps a bit too seriously. Or arguably not seriously enough. Regardless, he fawned over Lucifer most of the time anyways. He's there to hopefully only add to his fun, he's the one with the plan.

[mcrningstarx]

"The things that concern you are only tragic to you and worrisome to me." Lucifer did value loyalty though. As much as Asmodeus was always talking about whatever sex they were having, they were still very much complimenting him as much as he required. If anything, they were singing his praises much more often than the others. Beelzebub went about it in his own way, but their friendship was far different than Lucifer's was with the rest of the Archfiends that had followed him. "I don't aim to cheer him up. I prefer his off-putting personality." Then a thought passed his mind. "I'm sure he may already be 'cheered up' though. None of us would ever know for sure."

[xliilith]

Having so many of her demons upon the city streets had been enjoyment enough. Especially after the party that she had devoted to each one of them, and the potential that they had harnessed with their own selfish claws. But oh, nothing would compare to the feeling of seeing her princes within the realm once again. With the prospect of what they could bring at the touch of their fingers. Sin after sin after sin would be exploited, forced upon these unsuspecting creatures until the entire city was turned into turmoil. And oh, Lilith would enjoy every moment; as she was sure Persephone would, as well. Her gaze soon followed his finger, watched as the vampire fell under the archfiend's compulsion, as it turned upon those around it. Oh, what a sight. As his chin rested upon her shoulder, Lilith relaxed back against him, her gaze already seeking out their next target. Her gaze fell upon a lycan, and a wicked smirk edged upon her lips, "That one."

[mcrningstarx]

Demons were hedonistic creatures and Lilith was the mother of all of them. It seemed fitting that she would find herself in the middle of any chaos that ensued. Lucifer could say the same for himself. He had indeed been the one to start a rebellion that would shape the course of history. Mentally, he was patting himself on the back. The Archfiend always wondered where they would be if they had actually won that war. It was no matter to them now though. Lucifer and Lilith would win this one with the blood, sweat and tears of all others involved. For now though, they could have some fun. He lifted his head slightly up off of her shoulder to look at the lycan she had decided would be their next victim. While the vampire tried to come to his senses, Lucifer focused his attention on the dog. There were many sins to pull out of this one, but it felt like violence would be all too easy. So, instead, he did what any person would have done. He amped up that feeling of lust within the lycan enough for them to start humping some table leg. "Well, I guess that's to be expected with dogs."

[xdinanx]

There had been so very many stark differences from the realm that he had left, and this new one that he inhabited. Where once there had only been elves to feast upon, now he was offered a plate with so many delicacies. Each new species a new flavor upon his palate, a new feeling to experience as he let his fangs sink into their neck. Or their chest, or perhaps somewhere else that they begged him to bite into. How careless these creatures were, to offer themselves up to him as if he would not drain them of their blood. As if he would not bleed them out for his own amusement, just to watch them decompose as if they had never existed in the first place.

Blood was smeared from the corners of his mouth, along his neck until it had dried upon his chest. Perhaps he should have cleaned himself up, wiped away any evidence that displayed what he had done behind a closed door within the castle. Vampires lurked around every corner, filled the spaces within the crowd; he had watched the mortals throw themselves at the fanged creatures, begged to have themselves bitten into. Who was to argue that Din'an had not fed from that which had done the same? That had offered themselves over to him for a simple bite. He had always enjoyed a challenge, but who was he to deny a readily available meal?

It was yet again upon his mind, within his thoughts as the hunger persisted in the back of his throat. Always hungry, forever insatiable. His gaze lingered over the crowd, until an intriguing sight caught his attention. A creature, handsome as ever, had his gaze upon the elf. His finger pointed precisely in his direction. A brow peaked slowly, an amused expression caught upon his features. The hunger at the back of his throat seemed to grow steadily, though it seemed to beckon for something else, as well. Sweet words reached his ears, and the elf wasted little time as he slipped through the crowd, as he drew himself close. "And what might you be?"

[mcrningstarx]

Not many people drew Lucifer's attention. If anything, he was the one drawing other people's attention first. As he very well should have been. He had been made to be the most beautiful, to speak on the behalf of many. When he spoke, others gravitated towards him. Even the gods had thought him worthy enough to listen to once upon a time. They had been the ones to gift him the name of Morningstar. Bright. Beautiful. Every other compliment he could think of probably fit in there, too. Actually, it wasn't a probably. He deserved every compliment that could ever be given. There was no explanation for why he deserved it. He simply did.

So it was of no shock to him that this elf had decided to listen when he spoke. He'd done more than listen of course. He'd walked over to Lucifer as if the Archfiend wasn't the most dangerous person in this room. Good. As the elf wandered closer, he rounded the high-top table that he had been leaned against. "It's not a matter of what I am. It's a matter of who." His finger dropped to the other's chest that had collected blood from, he supposed, an unsuspecting victim. How unfortunate he had not been there to revel in the sight. "You've made a mess of yourself." That same finger that had rested against the elf's chest dragged through the blood and made its way to a plush bottom lip. "Maybe I'll introduce myself if you give me your name first."

[beelzebulx]

Vanity was Lucifer's thing, Ba'al did not care about anything as common as beauty or devotion. Revenge didn't particularly interest him either, Ulthar had left this realm running, his tail between his legs and his failure clear to anyone who was watching. Power was equally common, Ba'al had that already, granted he could have more but gluttony was another's domain and as it happened the archfiend of the eighth circle was content. He was a collector, he'd been promised a great deal and there was a debt that was owed. Deals made on simple terms ought to be honoured, and in the evident that they were not, well, the outcome ought to be predictable.

Ba'al hadn't brought Lucifer to the Vatican to gaze at portraits, nor were they here to admire the architecture, the true beauty of it all was perhaps they weren't here at all. Other Fallen remained in the city, Blessed as well lingered on the fringes, they could be useful. Abaddon had risen, Mammon and Sathanas as well. Megaera had joined them, and Aeacus too.

Michael. Tisiphone. Uriel. Dumah. Hayliel. Astaroth. Sariel. Atarniel. Ba'al had a list of names to attend to, Malacoda and the Malebranche were doing their part to investigate each to turn over what stones could be flipped. "Your monarchy won't dance to Oztalun's strings for long, his Coven just endured one apocalypse, how do you intend to convince them of aligning to this beautiful new world of yours?"

[mcrningstarx]

Beelzebub was always asking so many questions, always thinking one step ahead. He guessed his dear brother had to do such a thing though. Lies were the other's currency and that meant that he had to know every single person he interacted with before he interacted with them. Or he just had to be able to read them well which really didn't take much when Lucifer thought about it. People were all driven by the same base desires. Everyone wanted money, immortality and sex. That made them all too easy to manipulate when it was needed. Then again, Lucifer could've manipulated anyone he wanted with just a choice few words. Everyone listened when the Morningstar spoke.

"Convince them?" He couldn't help the laugh that fell from his lips as he gazed up at the ceiling. "I don't have to convince anyone to follow me. They just will." His shoulders lifted in a shrug as he turned to look at Beelzebub, or Ba'al as he had so graciously been having people call him. Lucifer was so proud of him for making people call him something so regal and not having them bat an eye. It was no Morningstar, but Beelzebub also wasn't Lucifer. "And, if they don't..." A slow smile lifted onto his lips. "Their meager blood will only serve the cause." His head tilted. "Or you'll just make them, won't you?"

[yrsonpurpose]

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[roseapothecary]

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[k-wame]

Taylor Zakhar Perez as Alex Claremont-Diaz & Nicholas Galitzine as Prince Henry 2023 · Red, White & Royal Blue · RomCom · dir. Matthew López

[sheisraging]

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[zanephillips]

Taylor Zakhar Perez in The Kissing Booth 2 (2020)

[mcrningstarx]

closed starter for @xdinanx location: hakan's christmas rave note: blood on the chest leather pants ass bitch

Lucifer was actually pretty bored now. This party was full of the usual debauchery that came with a bunch of supernatural creatures all in one room. There were several demons around as well so he could only assume they were the ones initiating every sordid deed. Asmodeus was probably somewhere bent over a table. Mammon was probably grabbing a few items from unsuspecting individuals. Sathanas maybe starting a fight somewhere or getting someone else to do so. Abaddon was probably feasting on something. It could've been a person or an item. Lucifer was never truly positive if he could guess it correctly. Then there was Beelzebub. Ba'al was maybe...well, actually he was never sure what that one was up to, but he trusted that it was something useful. The point was that Lucifer had merely been talking about himself to anyone that would listen while they gawked at his beauty. It was all so exhausting. He wanted a little something more entertaining now that he had gotten his ego boosted for the night. Sure, he would get back to it later, but he would take a break for now. A finger lifted and he pointed to several different people.

"Not you." He pointed to a demon. "Definitely not you." He pointed towards a vampire. "Eh, not good enough." That was to the boring elf that had absolutely nothing interesting about them. Then he looked again and his gaze fell to another elf that had blood on his chest that was clearly not his own. Oh, this one would do perfectly for the night. Lucifer didn't bother to move. He simply focused his attention on the elf. There wasn't much distance between them which made this work much better. Lust was a sin he didn't particularly need to amp up in regards to how others viewed him so he didn't need to bother, but he still pointed his finger in the elf's direction. "You are a lovely little creature, my little elf," he muttered under his breath as he eyed the blood again. Yes, this one would do perfectly.