#archdevil lucy

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New mods and Lucy got an upgrade!

Same face. Horns closer to her OG design and glowing purple eyes. The orange ones made her look like a surprised owl lol

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Magadon Kest: the new look suits you little lyrebird.

Raphael: *can now only be described as a combination of a celestial/aasimar and a devil after Lucy turned Asmodeus into a glorified chair* I’m inclined to agree. My wife’s finest work if I may dare to say so~

Magadon Kest: I can only imagine your new power has father seething~

Raphael: oh yes, he eagerly attempted to overthrow her in what I’m assuming was his first, and last attempt to do so.

Magadon Kest: …What happened?

Raphael: she turned him into an ordinary human man and dragged him to her birth realm to work as a ‘McDonalds employee’. I’ve no clue what this McDonald’s is but after 12 hours he was on his hands and knees weeping for her to consider mercy and that he didn’t know how to fix this- McFlurry machine?

Magadon Kest: Flurry? As in a cloud of snow? Does it make snow cones?

Raphael: your guess is as good as mine.

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Lucy: cambions are often beings of ambition and are described as being lost without a purpose to pursue… what- exactly do you hold as your ambitions?

Magadon Kest: keeping my brother from getting himself killed mostly. Though my main ambitions are keeping my inn from getting burnt down again, and… I’m very fond of collecting recipes… my prowess as a Psionicist makes it very easy to pick the minds of old bitties who are determined to take their family recipes to the grave~

Lucy: you monster.

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Lucy: *snuggled in her plush bed in her tent, laying flat on her back* …

Azaroth: *sprawled at the foot of the bed like a cat* you’re still awake.

Lucy: I can’t sleep on my back, I was a side sleeper before getting- these! *gestures to her horns*

Azaroth: *visibly confused as to why she just doesn’t alter her appearance if she doesn’t like them, even more so that she simply doesn’t just roll over* then- lay on your side??

Lucy: I can’t, my horns wo- what are you doing?!

Azaroth: *simply rolls her onto her side*

Lucy’s pillow: *physically alters its shape around the horns cradling her head perfectly* …Oh my god.

Azaroth: still strange hearing you praise a deity- where are you going??

Lucy: *grabbed several pillows and running out of her tent* I GOTTA GIVE THESE TO WYLL! *runs across camp and bursts into his* YOU CAN SLEEP NORMALLY AGAIN!!

Wyll: …Oh??

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Follow up to Lucy’s unexpected arrival to faerûn after cutting off Zariels head

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Mizora: We had a deal Wyll. And by the way Karlach, Zariel Sends her regards.

Lucy: *feeling the fiendish urge return to scratch at the back of her tadpole, knowing she’ll corrupt another part of her soul if she feeds into the devil powers she’s been gifted, but unable to stand by* really? I haven’t heard a peep out of her.

Mizora: What?

Lucy: *pulls the bloodied burlap sack from by her pack and opens it, pulling out zariels decapitated head* silent as a- mouse. *grins assuming her archdevil form, growing in height as she spreads out large bat like wings* Now then. As the appointed replacement to Zariel by the disembodied voice of Asmodaeus himself, I hereby, set Karlach free. And- *summons wylls contract* since you’re under, my, jurisdiction Mizora. Wylls contract is now void, effective immediately. Besides, he didn’t break it anyway. Karlach, has a heart.

Mizora: sh-she does?

Lucy: *smiles and grabs her by the neck, digging her claws into her chest and ripping out her still beating heart, snapping her fingers and placing it in Karlachs chest, and the engine in Mizoras* now she does.

Karlach: *coughs as the flames die down, and the heart becomes hers* I… I have a heart…

Mizora: *screams and claws at her chest dropping to her knees* my lady you can’t! I made a mistake I simply didn’t know! I didn’t know it was you forgive me! It burns! IT BURNS!!

Lucy: *waves her hand making her disappear* away with you… *looks at karlach and wyll* I… have some explaining to do. Don’t I?…

Wyll: that… would be putting it lightly but, yes.

Lucy: okay, I kept this hidden because. Both of you would’ve killed me. Without hesitation. Wyll you were hunting a devil, and Karlach you were being hunted by a devil. Specifically- *holds up the head before dropping it back in the bag* this devil. And… I was. Just a human before this… I’m… I’m still learning how to deal with this… this world, exists only as a- oh god how do I explain a videogame-… as a story. Where I’m from… and… the more I feed into this body I’ve been given… I feel a part of my soul change in a way that I may never be able to change back… like the tadpole seemed to, bite off a chunk of it when I had to over power the goblins… I know I’ve no place to ask you to stay, or ask anything of you but-… Wyll, you need power still, and without mizora you’ve just got your sword so-… *thinks before feeding into the power again and hoping an act of good would make a difference as she summons a contract, words appearing on it as she speaks* you, can borrow some of my power. And in exchange… just don’t die… that’s all I ask don’t die… there’ll be no repercussions if you do just it costs 200 gold for withers to revive you and right now we don’t have that sort of money.

Wyll: *reads it and finds every word to be genuine with no room for her to cause harm* alright. *signs it making a ring appear on his pinkie finger and one on hers*

Lucy: it’s a pinkie promise then… thank you- and, Karla-

Karlach: *lifts her into a tight, warm hug* I can touch, I can touch people again… thank you. Thank you so, so much.

Lucy: *smiles and hugs her back* you should have never of ended up in the hells, and I’m so sorry it took this long to set you free.

Karlach: I’m free… I’m really free.

*the next morning*

Raphael: My my, what manner of place is this?

Lucy: *appearing as a lilac tiefling again* Aw look, it’s Mephistopheles boy. Done with your little tantrum over the crown I see?

Raphael: *brain short circuiting having no idea how she knows who he is yet or about the crown or who his father is* I? Pardon?

Lucy: Well? Come on then. Do your little song and dance, present me with your bread and circuses. I know for a fact you’re not really here to help us in exchange for our souls.

Raphael: *brain still reeling* Ah- I… What??

Karlach: Mephistopheles? That’s his son?

Wyll: never mind that I think she broke him.

Lucy: it helps knowing things, you can throw it out like a proverbial smoke bomb and catch even devils off guard-