heaven never listens.

[ofhell]

#OFHELL ;; An independent 21+ private Lucifer Morningstar of Hazbin Hotel. Multi-everything and under heavy construction. Triggering themes will be present, so follow at your own discretion. Mun is 32. CST. Most active on evenings/weekends.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Meme tag; always accepting. ˋ°•*⁀➷ Opens Tag; mutuals only.

Graphics/icons found on this blog/carrd have been commissioned from [x, x, and x].

affiliates/mains ♡ : @he11bambi, @delightbringer, @radiokast, @anviled, @diistortion, @alteregozowie, @hellshoard, @fcwnique, @undead-air.

[ofhell]

mains call because it's about time i post one! go ahead and like this post if you're interested in being mains; i'll reach out and we can get things going. ( all i ask is that we've either written before or have at least spoken ooc! <3 )

[feywild-west]

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘  𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊-𝐔𝐏  𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒  // assorted .  a  bunch  of  pick-up  lines  teetering  on  the  edge  of  cringe  ,  for  your  pleasure  ,  or  displeasure  . 

“  i'd  like  to  take  you  to  the  movies  but  they  don't  let  you  bring  your  own  snacks  in   .  ” 

“  no  pen  ,  no  paper  but  you  still  draw  my  attention  .  ” 

“  aren't  you  worried  about  global  warming  ?  because  you're  making  it  hot  in  here  .  ” 

“  do  you  have  a  pet  ?  because  seeing  you  has  given  me  a  whole  new  leash  on  life  .  ” 

“  is  there  an  airport  nearby  or  is  that  my  heart  taking  off  ?  ”

“  are  you  tired  ?  you've  been  running  through  my  mind  all  day  .  ” 

“  what's  your  favorite  drink  ?  i'm  asking  so  i  know  what  to  buy  you  when  we  go  on  our  first  date  .  ” 

“  there's  something  wrong  with  my  phone  ,  it  doesn't  have  your  number  in  it  .  ” 

“you  look  so  familiar…did  we  have  class  together  ?  i  could've  sworn  we  had  chemistry  .  ”

“  what  is  it  like  to  be  the  most  gorgeous  person  in  this  room  ?  ”

“  if  you  were  words  on  a  page  ,  you'd  be  fine  print  .  ”

“  you  must  be  a  talented  thief  because  you  managed  to  steal  my  heart  from  all  the  way  over  here  .  ” 

“  are  you  an  artist  ?  you're  really  good  at  drawing  me  in  .  ”

“  angels  should  be  in  heaven  .   how'd  you  escape  ?  ”

“  if  you  and  i  were  socks  ,  we'd  make  a  great  pair  .  ”

“  i'm  learning  about  important  dates  in  history  ,  wanna  be  one  of  them  ?  ”

“  they  say  dating  is  a  numbers  game  ,  so  can  i  get  yours  ?  ”

“  when  i  text  you  good  morning  tomorrow  ,  what  number  should  i  text  ?  ”

“  are  you  siri  ?  because  you  autocomplete  me  .  ”

“  hey  ,  how  was  heaven  when  you  left  it  ?  ”

“  well  ,  here  i  am  .   what  are  your  other  two  wishes  ?  ”

“  i  didn't  even  have  to  run  to  catch  these  butterflies  .  ”

“  are  you  a  charger  ?  because  i'm  dying  without  you  .  ”

“  i'm  not  even  playing  cards  but  somehow  i  pulled  a  queen  .  ”

“  this  must  be  a  museum  because  you're  a  work  of  art  .  ”

“  all  the  good  pick  up  lines  are  taken  but  you  aren't  .  ”

“  you  must  be  a  dog  person  because  you  look  fetching  .  ”

“  i  think  there's  something  wrong  with  my  phone  .   could  you  call  it  and  see  if  it  works  ?  ”

“  did  the  sun  come  out  ,  or  did  you  just  smile  at  me  ?  ”

“  would  you  mind  giving  me  a  pinch  ?  you're  so  cute  ,  i  must  be  dreaming  .  ”

“  i'm  lost  .   can  you  give  me  directions  to  your  heart  ?  ”

“  excuse  me  while  i  delete  my  dating  apps  .  ”

“  if  you  were  a  triangle  you'd  be  acute  one  .  ”

“  i'm  not  a  photographer  but  i  can  picture  you  and  me  together  .  ”

“  are  you  a  loan  ?  you've  got  my  interest  .  ”

“  are  you  a  magician  ?  because  when  i  look  at  you  ,  everyone  else  disappears  .  ”

“  did  you  invent  the  airplane  ?  because  you're  clearly  mr  .   wright  .  ”

“  is  your  dad  a  boxer  ?  because  you're  a  knockout  !  ”

“  how  can  i  plan  our  wedding  without  having  your  number  ?  ”

“  are  you  a  keyboard  ?  because  you  might  just  be  my  type  .  ”

“  you  know  ,  i'm  actually  terrible  at  flirting  .   how  about  you  try  to  pick  me  up  instead  ?  ”

“  are  you  wifi  ?  because  i  feel  a  connection  .  ”

[chavahs]

*Ꮺㅤ▬▬ㅤ𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ◞ㅤ[ @ofhell | Lucifer ]ㅤpreaches:ㅤ“Do you wonder why you hate?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStone scrapes against her back as weight pins her down, the cane’s pressure a precise, infuriating anchor that keeps her wings half-spread & useless. “Hate isn’t a mystery,” voice is raw & edged; breath pulled thin around pain she refuses to dignify, “It’s a consequence, you piece of shit…” Ichor warms the hollow at her collarbone, claws flexing against fractured ground, “You dress it up like a question because you prefer causes that absolve you, while everyone else cleans up your mess…” Jaw tightens, eyes cutting up at him, “I hate because I learned what obedience costs when it’s rewarded; because mercy was rationed & called wisdom; because every time I followed orders the ledger balanced & the ground stayed clean,” a cruel laugh attempts to surface & breaks apart instead. “You think I don’t know the cost? I learned it the first time you opened your mouth & called it truth,” [ Asshole… ] The cane presses harder; Lute doesn’t yield, “Don’t you fucking dare ask me why I hate,” Lute continues, voice lowering, steadying through grit. “Ask why you expect anything else after building a world that only functions when someone agrees to carry the damage,” Teeth bare like an animal, “If this is the part where you pretend insight is mercy, save it. I don’t need it from you,” Another breath drags in, sharper… “I need you to admit that hatred is the most honest thing left when truth is punished & survival is praised,”

[ofhell]

❝ — you may think hatred is the opposite of love, ❞ it’s said only as Lucifer’s cane relinquishes some of its pressure atop her pinned, half-spread wings, ❝ but you should know better, Eve. ❞ A name he hasn’t spoken aloud for eons, yet true all the same. 

❝ The opposite of love and affection isn’t loathing — it’s apathy. You still care so much about Adam, so tell me honestly: do you think such affection would have been possible without the ability to think for yourself? Even when Heaven commands you to forget and move on, as they’ve started to do — come on, you think I don’t know Abel’s already taken his place? — you can’t let go, can you? Well, why not? ❞

Heaven always gets affection wrong in the end; it’s treated as something dangerous because love is unpredictable. It makes fools of wise men, sees the most devoted of followers asking questions, and Father forbid everyone starts wondering about what their existence is supposed to mean. 

                       No. 

No: they’re supposed to fall in line, obey orders, never question or wonder or dream or love or create —

                      — and what kind of life is that, truly? 

                 (a meaningless one, or so Lucifer believes)

❝ I’m asking why you hate because the reason for your disdain is the reason you’re living. It’s the reason you’re still fighting to survive — and fuck, I might not agree with your reasons — but I understand, to a point. Father knows you have every right to hate me. I took your perfect, problem-free world and shattered the illusion. And, surprise! ❞ The tip of his cane is fully removed as his right hand extends towards the ground, fingers flexing toward Lute’s own hand though he doesn’t force contact,

                  (taking his hand — or not — has to be her choice)

❝ I'll admit to you that hatred is honest; perhaps even more honest than love. ❞

                    In his experience, anyway.

❝ This may be worthless to you, ❞ it’s a gentle confession, said only as Lucifer’s eyes flit from the sky to her accusatory face, ❝ but I believed in what I was doing. For you, for Adam, for everyone. What I hadn’t planned on was… ❞

                           Roo.

A wince marrs the King’s expression, both lips curled downwards as he remembers warm breath against his neck, her mouth against his jaw —

                           Fucking hell, no.

❝ I’m not sorry for giving you all a choice. What I’m sorry for is my failure to recognize how much evil could worm its way into human hearts. Some could resist — some couldn’t. I have to face that and live with it every damn day. I have to live with harming you and Adam when I only wanted to help; yet no matter what my intentions were, the end result was...less than ideal. ❞

Still, there’s something Lucifer desperately wishes to know, even after all this time:

❝ Say I could go back to Eden and change my actions — would you prefer being one of my Father’s dolls, Eve? ❞ A step back is taken, allowing the other woman a small bit of space to contemplate her answer while Lucifer fretfully fidgets with his cane. ❝ Do you miss having no emotions of your own, no thoughts other than what you were told to think, no uniqueness? No spark? Sure, things may have been easier…but was that really you, Lute? Or was that simply who Heaven wanted you to be — who Adam required you to be? You took the apple for a reason; something inside of you wasn’t satisfied, no matter how perfect the world. You wanted more; there’s your truth, no matter how much you wish it could be changed. ❞

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁.   (   a collection of violence & injury - based action prompts. adjust phrasing / reverse roles as desired. mature themes ahead. absolutely do not use these for non-con.   )

[ 01. ] sender takes receiver down to the ground during a fight. [ 02. ] sender leaves scratches / bruises on receiver's body. [ 03. ] sender cruelly applies pressure to receiver's [ wound / bruise ]. [ 04. ] sender lightly trails a sharp knife across receiver's cheek. [ 05. ] sender wraps a hand around receiver's neck & cuts off their oxygen. [ 06. ] after a long - winded chase, sender finally corners receiver. [ 07. ] sender holds a knife to receiver's throat, blade nicking their skin. [ 08. ] sender pushes receiver into a wall & pins them there. [ 09. ] sender has poisoned receiver's [ drink / food ]. [ 10. ] sender aims a loaded gun at receiver, cocking the hammer. [ 11. ] sender suddenly throws a punch at receiver during a confrontation. [ 12. ] sender hurls an item across the room at receiver's head. [ 13. ] sender forcefully pushes receiver's head underwater. [ 14. ] sender unexpectedly arrives at receiver's home covered in blood & bruises. [ 15. ] sender pleads for receiver to help them with hiding a body. [ 16. ] sender is knocked out during a fight, & wakes up in receiver's home. [ 17. ] sender gently dabs the blood from receiver's face with a wet cloth. [ 18. ] sender crafts a tourniquet from their own clothes to stop receiver's bleeding. [ 19. ] after severely wounding receiver, sender approaches them menacingly. [ 20. ] sender takes receiver by the throat & lifts them off the floor. [ 21. ] sender licks receiver's blood from their fingers. [ 22. ] sender viciously bites receiver during a struggle. [ 23. ] sender draws receiver's blood for the first time. [ 24 ] sender grabs receiver's hair, forcing their bloodied face up to look at them. [ 25. ] sender straddles receiver to pin them to the floor.

[ 26. ] receiver wakes up tied to a chair, sender standing before them. [ 27. ] sender threatens receiver with torture in order to extract information. [ 28. ] sender is severely injured & receiver must dial an emergency number. [ 29. ] sender, bleeding through their bandages, faints in front of receiver. [ 30. ] sender goes to strike receiver with a [ blunt object ]. [ 31. ] finally in position, sender can't make themself kill receiver. [ 32. ] sender intentionally breaks one of receiver's bones to demobilize them. [ 33. ] sender deprives receiver of sustenance for an extended period of time. [ 34. ] sender slaps receiver across the face in a moment of anger. [ 35. ] through [ coercion / force ] sender makes receiver kneel before them. [ 36. ] sender prepares to make the killing blow upon receiver. [ 37. ] sender jumps in front of a strike meant for receiver. [ 37. ] after a third party threatens receiver, sender takes revenge & attacks them. [ 38. ] sender has taken a third party prisoner as an offering to receiver. [ 39. ] sender, in a frenzy, hunts receiver through the vast dark wilderness. [ 40. ] receiver is trapped in a maze-like structure with sender hunting them down. [ 41. ] sender draws receiver a hot bath to soothe their wounds. [ 42. ] sender begs receiver not to succumb to their injuries. [ 43. ] sender harshly takes receiver by the chin, forcing eye contact. [ 44. ] sender is in the hospital, severely injured, & receiver just got the news. [ 45. ] sender is the first person receiver sees after returning to consciousness.

[roevl]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—-ㅤMoonlight slants through the high windows of his home, catching the moment the quiet shifts; a slip in the air’s cohesion ushers her in, the room adjusting around her arrival... [ no footsteps announce her; no door protests, ] A corner of the room ripples, hosting what was never planned to be welcomed… “~Lucifer, darling,” comes the greeting, [ deceptively bright as a bell & wrong in every register beneath it, ] “you’ve redecorated. How domestic of you,” claws trail along the back of a chair she does not intend to sit in, tracing its outline, “Imagine my surprise, finding you tucked away in all this comfort,” honeyed lift shapes her speech; friendly enough to disguise the hunger embedded beneath, “Is this what contentment looks like on you now?” [ So many ducks! ] “Or did you simply miss the pleasure of my company enough to leave the door unlocked?”ㅤ/ㅤ@ofhell SUMMONED EVIL ,

[ofhell]

The change in his workshop’s atmosphere is nearly imperceptible — yet Lucifer can’t ignore the newfound frigidity of his space.

          She’s always done that, hasn’t she: sucked the life from everything?                 ( himself included ) 

❝ Roo. ❞ He has no doubt it’s her, the woman’s spoken greeting only serving to confirm the King’s damning dread before his eyes shift from the workbench to her face.

          Get her out of here. Quickly.

❝ Whatever it is you want, the answer is no. ❞ 

Words come out far stronger than he feels, Lucifer’s breathing harsh and rapid even as he sets his pencil down and forces himself to inhale.

Her comment about leaving the door open is unsettling at best. The ordeal with Vox must have left him weaker than he'd thought if wards he's had up for two hundred years have come crashing down without his knowledge. 

Such a hole in his own security begs the troubling question: what else has he missed?

          Now isn't the time. Get yourself to-fucking-gether, Lucifer! 

❝ Domestic? ❞ A bark of laughter accentuates the word, the angel’s body swiveling in his stool to finally face her properly, ❝ It’s called being happy — and by God do I know how much my happiness must piss you off. ❞ A beat of silence passes before he’s standing, white coat pulled from its rack to his shoulders (as if the additional layer will offer any comfort, hah!)

❝ So…to what do I owe the displeasure of your visit? I’ve decided I’ll let you ask before I tell you no again, just because I’m that great of a person nowadays. ❞

[ofhell]

So then, he shall lean over and –

CHOMP!

Right down on Lucifer’s ear!

❝ Mikey, what're you— ❞ Warm laughter cuts off the rest of Lucifer's question, the King's arm looping around the offending biter. ❝ Someone's been spending a little too much time in Cannibal Town, hmm? ❞ His fingers reach up to dig into Michael's side, searching out one of his twin's ticklish spots.

          ( Payback, baby! )

❝ And people actually think I'm the strange one, you know, you damn vampire angel! ❞

[ofhell]

@diistortion sacrificed: ❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜

While this conversation is long overdue, Lucifer can’t help the dread creeping inwards at the mere thought of revealing himself; for years their companionship has worked this way: phone calls, letters, meetups in disguise because, for once in his damn life, the King’s been able to simply exist without any expectations. 

Beyond a shadow of a doubt, these years have been some of the best of his life; to get to know someone without any assumptions or judgment because of the stories about him has been the greatest kind of gift — but of course all good things come to an end for him, don’t they?

( If he weren’t so damn terrified of what will happen once he's honest, Lucifer knows he’d be smiling with pride; he had to go and pick someone clever, didn’t he? )                          Hah! After knowing Alastor? Anyone else would fall short.

Green eyes flicker from the window of the radio tower to Al’s accusatory face; the King knows the other man’s suspected something for quite some time…but now – well. He doesn’t want to lie anymore.                                          Never wanted to.

                   Not to him.

❝ — for what it’s worth, ❞ Luce starts as his eyes begin to bleed from green back to their usual red, ❝ I’m sorry for hiding this from you for so long, I just — well, I… ❞ Auburn hair fades to blonde, the freckles dusting porcelain skin disappearing to make way for the usual rosy circles gracing his cheeks. With a flourish of his wrist, Lucifer summons his cane and adorns his staple top hat, clothing following suit in a gentle mist of golden magic.

❝ Lucifer Morningstar, ❞ it’s nearly choked out while he offers Alastor his hand, ❝ charmed to meet you, Alastor. I must say, I'm rather a big fan of your work, though you already know that. ❞ Nervous laughter bursts forth without his say-so, teeth finding his bottom lip in order to halt the embarrassing sounds. ❝ I'll uhm...I'll understand if you'd like for me to go. You earned the truth long ago, but I found myself wanting to hold onto this for as long as I could, because...hah, I mean, I don't exactly have a great reputation amongst humans or sinners, do I? ❞

         That was selfish and you'll deserve him loathing you for it.                      I know.

[ofhell]

Hi, cuties! I'm wanting to do a graphics/icon overhaul for my blog and carrd -- if anyone knows someone taking commissions for this sort of thing, I'd appreciate being sent their way! c:

[polkaflexink]

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

[ofhell]

PSA: I unfortunately have the flu, so replies and such will be slow for a while as I try and recover! I’m still in excellent spirits and will be around on discord for chatting as I’m awake since I’m in and out of sleep. 💕 Love to you all, and to Hell with the flu!! ✨💀

[ofhell]

@undead-air sacrificed: ❝i don't know how i'm ever going to be able to repay you.❞

It always comes down to this in the end, doesn’t it? Quid pro quo, kindness be damned, because surely no one in life or death is capable of helping another without something in return. 

            Kindness is never free, is it? 

                        From a being made of light — it is, has always been, and will forever be free.

         ( That’s your problem, little brother. You care too much. Always have. )                            I know.

A brief shake of the head proves necessary to banish such thoughts; with Alastor’s very essence still painting Lucifer’s blackened hands crimson, now is decidedly not the time to get philosophical or dwell on his own failings. 

( There are more important things to think about, like Bellhop being left for dead after nearly giving his life for the hotel — and Lucifer’s own daughter — twice. )

                    How dare they.

❝ — you know, ❞ a soft thing, apologetic in both tone and intent, ❝ I didn’t heal you for a thank you, Bambi, nor do I want or expect anything in return. ❞ Sometimes things must be done simply because they’re the right thing to do, consequences be damned. ❝ Not everything is a transaction or deal. Well — hah, I wish you could know that, but with how you’ve been treated lately, and probably throughout your whole damn life, I can’t exactly blame you for expecting the same of me. ❞

Just how much pain has the man in front of him endured to protect his pride? 

Or…perhaps it wasn’t only pride, but self-preservation; clearly Alastor has been shown time and time again that people, alive or dead, operate based solely upon their own self-interests.

                                Fucking humanity.                            Their corruption is your fault, or don’t you remember that?

When Lucifer finally glances away from the newly formed scar on Alastor’s chest, his own eyes have changed; no longer are they red, but a soft, glistening blue — a vulnerable indication of just how earnest the King’s words are. ❝ That wound would have killed you, Al. ❞ While Lucifer wishes this were an exaggeration, the pulsing poison of Adam’s grace flickering beneath the sinner’s flesh had proven otherwise. True, the King could have left this alone — he could have ignored the smell of angelic injury and watched and waited for yet another sinner to fall victim to pride — and yet he’d found himself firmly unable to do so.

                          ( Apathy isn’t in your nature, little Luci~ )

Her voice sees to the instantaneous tightening of his chest, sharp canines finding purchase within his cheek until the taste of golden ichor drowns her out. 

                                Get out, get out, get out of my head!

❝ Anyway, ❞ he forces out through strained breaths, ichor swallowed hastily in favor of speaking, ❝ Don’t thank me. In fact, don’t even mention it again. This is the least I could do. Consider it my own gratitude if you must, but… ❞ 

This wasn’t done out of gratitude, nor out of pity — it was done out of self-proclaimed duty: a desire to better the world he’d ruined so terribly, to try and make things right even in the smallest of ways. 

              ( Do you really think acts of kindness do anything to make up for the infection you let loose upon the world?                         No. )

❝ You may be an important part of this hotel, Al, but you’re more than that, too. You’re worth more than what you can offer people, and it’s about time someone showed you that. ❞ Not only with pretty words, but with real, fervent action.  ❝ All of Adam’s grace has been removed and crushed, and the scar should fade with time. I think that calls for some kind of celebration, don’t you? ❞ 

Hands come together with a brief clap, a gentle smile curling the corners of the King's mouth. The expression may not reach his eyes, but since when has that mattered?

A flourish of Lucifer’s wrist finds the crimson banished from his hands and Alastor’s bloody, torn dress shirt restored to its former glory; and while the edges of the King’s vision dance with black due to the overuse of his power, still he offers more. 

                  Always more.

❝ So Bambi, how can I tempt you — venison from earth? A nice finger of rye? Some weird cannibalistic treat? Whatever will cheer you up after carrying a piece of that puffy prick around for a year, you just name it. ❞

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ CULT HORROR PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

god hears you better when you're on your knees.

don't pray for forgiveness, pray for usefulness.

we don't ask questions here, we receive answers.

if you're afraid, it means you're listening.

he chose you because you were empty.

faith isn't supposed to feel good.

pain is how devotion speaks back.

you don't need proof when you have purpose.

he watches us even when we sleep.

you were born broken so you could be remade.

doubt is a sin you confess with silence.

you don't belong to yourself anymore.

we gave that up at the door.

god doesn't love everyone.

if you leave, you take the curse with you.

you can't wash it off.

you feel guilty because you are guilty.

we save people.

you weren't chosen because you're special, it's because you'd submit.

he speaks through me now.

don't interrupt!

you don't need to understand, you need to comply.

the suffering means it's working.

you should be grateful he noticed you at all.

faith hurts before it heals.

sometimes it never heals.

god doesn't ask twice.

you volunteered the moment you stayed.

we don't use names here.

confession cleans the soul.

exposure cleans the body.

your fear smells like devotion.

if you scream, he listens harder.

you're shaking because you're close, don't pull away now.

we warned you about thinking for yourself.

obedience feels like relief once you stop resisting.

you don't miss your old life, you miss being ignorant.

he took your doubt as a kindness.

you should thank him.

the rules keep you safe from yourself.

you're not trapped, you're protected.

you don't get privacy with god

everything hidden rots.

bring it into the light.

the light burns first, then it purifies.

you can't leave until you're clean and you're not clean yet.

god loves a willing sacrifice.

don't cry, tears mean you still care about the wrong things.

you feel watched because you are.

he doesn't speak to everyone.

you don't need sleep.

you need prayer.

rest is for the faithless.

you'll thank us later, everyone does.

your body belongs to the congregation now.

we won't hurt you.

god doesn't make mistakes.

you were meant for this.

you don't hear him because you're not listening correctly.

you're safer when you don't move.

faith requires discipline, discipline requires pain.

pain requires trust, trust us.

you won't be the last.

god loves patterns, that's why we repeat ourselves.

if you question me, you question him.

you're shaking again.

we warned you about curiosity.

now look at you, open, raw, and ready.

don't cover yourself, shame is part of the process.

you don't need dignity where you're going.

you need obedience.

you're becoming holy and holiness leaves no room for ego.

you asked for meaning, this is the cost.

don't beg, he doesn't negotiate.

you can scream.

he won't stop, he never does.

you don't belong to the outside anymore.

you don't remember life before us, that's mercy.

you feel lighter because we took something essential.

faith isn't gentle, it's thorough.

you don't get to choose how you're saved.

salvation is invasive.

god prefers a broken will, it fits better in his hands.

you don't need your reflection anymore, mirrors are vanity.

you'll see him soon enough.

we don't bury bodies, we return vessels.

don't ask what comes back, you already know.

you're afraid because part of you still wants to live.

you'll be grateful when the wanting stops.

he's inside you now.

faith feels like drowning before it feels like floating.

you're not dying, you're being corrected.

don't say his name wrong.

you should have left when you had the chance, but you stayed.

you don't need forgiveness, you need erasure.

god loves clean slates, especially when they scream.

[noahsresources]

IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW

for muses who need to share some intimate thoughts with one another. can be platonic, romantic, familial ... works with any kind of dynamic really. feel free to change pronouns, descriptor words, whatever you may need!

❝ you know i love and care about you, right? ❞ ❝ ... i guess i'm just scared of losing you. ❞ ❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞ ❝ you're not alone. you'll never be alone. not as long as i'm here. ❞ ❝ by your side is where i'm meant to be. ❞ ❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞ ❝ i don't know what it is about you, but, you just ... you're the only one who can make me feel like this. ❞ ❝ you're amazing, you know that? ❞ ❝ who has the greatest (friend/brother/sister/sibling/parent/etc) in the world? me, that's who! ❞ ❝ i'm only managing to stand here on my two feet because of you. i made it because of you. ❞ ❝ i don't know how i'm ever going to be able to repay you. ❞ ❝ i know for a fact that you're special. i can feel it. ❞ ❝ you've actually made me feel like a person again, like i'm ... normal. ... thank you. ❞ ❝ i used to think that everyone else was just evil and cynical, guided by their own self-interest. that is, until i met you. ❞ ❝ you truly are too good for this world. ❞ ❝ i'm always blown away by just how talented you are. ❞ ❝ you deserve so much more than what you were given. ❞ ❝ nobody i've ever met has been more gifted than you. ❞ ❝ if you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? ❞ ❝ you always feel really comfortable and safe to be around. ❞ ❝ i think i have a new purpose in my life. to be with you. ❞ ❝ you have a kind heart. i know you don't believe me, and you try to hide it behind a facade, but i know for a fact that you do, deep down. ❞ ❝ i think you're probably the only one who understands me. ❞ ❝ you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again. ❞ ❝ i don't deserve someone as amazing as you. ❞ ❝ i was kind to you because you looked like you needed a friend. ❞ ❝ i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me. ❞

[truearchangel]

Art of Michael and Lucifer commissioned from Akari! Do not reblog without permission!

[ofhell]

@anviled sacrificed: [ 𝐥𝐢𝐞 ] : receiver is trying to convince sender they're feeling fine.

Soft, golden light bathes the foyer of the palace, its dim glow the only indication of Lucifer’s presence within. The unexpected guest need not be announced by staff, the woman’s particular energy profile readily giving away her identity to the King — and ah, he should have guessed — Carmilla Carmine.

A flourish of Lucifer’s wrist sees wisps of gold guiding the woman’s brief walk to his study, crimson eyes still focused on the piece of Heavenly parchment poisoning the top of his desk. This visit isn’t one he has time for, though he knows her appearance wouldn’t be unexpected if he’d bothered checking his phone lately. Carmilla’s concern shouldn’t come as a surprise — yet he’s wary to see her all the same, his expression carefully composed with a tight, performative smile. 

❝ I’m fine, Car. ❞ Thankfully his words sound better than they taste, the lie bitter ash in his mouth. 

                                     Lilith left; the show unfortunately goes on.

❝ — really, I’m okay. I’m handling things. ❞

( Does spending months locked away within the confines of his workshop count as handling things? Maybe not...but she needn’t know about that, anyway. )

❝ I've known you long enough to understand this isn’t just a social call; what’s going on that’s so bad you think I need to know about it? ❞

By Father, it’s always something in the end; Heaven, Hell, sinners, power, souls, deals, humans, love — fuck all of it — fuck everything but Charlie.

❝ If it’s about the upcoming Extermination, we’ve spoken about it already: Heaven will not permit new negotiations...and honestly, Car? There’s too much to lose if I keep asking. I'm done with it. ❞

Michael made the consequences extremely clear in his last letter, the elder’s threatening golden script forever burned into Lucifer’s memory. 

          Keep asking, brother; you’ll see how quickly we dispose of that blasphemous hell-spawn of yours.         I understand. Forget it was ever mentioned, please.

                                         ( How else could he possibly reply? )