#cometanguish

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*Verchiel jumped as she felt the kiss Lucifer gave her on the head, looking at him with.. fear?.. When she looked at him, she could only see him.. She was shaking violently now, wings now soft blue..*

[ - @hells-little-lamb ]

Lucifer didnt notice Verchiels reaction right away, having first found a deep blue blanket to wrap himself in, small shivers running up and down his body. He forgot how cold this layer is at times..

Hell on the other hand noticed very quickly, looking down at Verchiel, confused. Its hands gently pet the others head, fingers running through the soft fur to try and calm her down.

“He might come back sometime, just let him know where I am if he asks about it.” Lucifer hums, sitting beside Hell Itself and cuddling up to her. His head wings folded to allow him to rest his head on Hells shoulder, placing gentle kisses across wherever he could reach.

Though, finally, Lucifer notices the change in Verchiels wings, lifting his head from his lovers shoulder to look at his adoptive daughter.

“Verchiel? Is everything alright?” Lucifer asks, softening his voice slightly.

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[I think I already sent an ask so sorry if I did but you’re cool and I would like to rp]

(A larger dark gray V series crash lands near Lucifer, ….there’s angel wings connecting its mechanical wings?)

[@hells-v-ex-splorer]

Lucifer jumps from his spot in Heresy, whipping his head around from the red stained glass he had been admiring.

The fallen angel scans you, confused and unsure if you are a threat or not. His wings remain puffed up, not moving from his spot.

“Ah.. uhm.. hello there?” He speaks after finally finding his voice, wings wrapped around himself yet trying to be kind despite his own worries.

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*It was a really cold day in Treachery, well.. it always was, but to Verchiel it was different, she was cuddling on the couch of Hell's house, gripping herself with enough force to leave marks on her own being, if it wasn't for the clothes Lucifer gave her she would have already done some injuries to herself. She was comfortable, yet.. she was scared, of herself, of hurting everyone.. of her true self. She had Graphiel's mask on, she didn't tell Luci nor Hell about what happened, she.. didn't want to tell anyone at all, she didn't want to loose them too..*

[ - @hells-little-lamb ]

Hell slowly walked into the room, their floral Limbo form being used as to not scare Verchiel. Hell still didnt know much about the little angel, so rather than using her form that was specific to treachery with frozen blood covering its entire head, it decides Limbo might be better fit. The floral aroma gave the warm home an even cozier atmosphere, the freshly baked cookies adding even more to that.

“C O O K I E S. L U C I F E R. H A S. B E E N. O N. A. B A K I N G. S P R E E. R E C E N T L Y.” Hell signed with one arm, the other holding the plate and setting it down on the table.

Lucifer could be heard in the kitchen, an unfamiliar band playing some music as he quietly sang along while he prepared some other form of sweets.

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You hear a knock at your door followed by a shaky “breath”, then an all too familiar voice calls out to you

Lucifer..? Sorry to bother you dear but… there’s something I wanted to tell you and… it’s important..! I hope this isn’t a bad time..!

@lust-layer-mindflayer

The door of the cozy cottage down in Treachery opens gently and Lucifer appears behind it.

“Mindflayer? What are- you know what, that doesnt matter, come in I insist!”

Lucifer practically drags you inside by the arm into the warm house. The lights are warm and easy on the eyes, and on the couch, Hell Itself is carefully wrapped up in blankets while The Shinning (1980) plays softly on the tv.

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Lucifer stands, staring at Michael for a moment. His wings twitched idly as he processed the new information.

He had another niece.

A niece who was kidnapped before he ever had the chance to meet her, before he even knew she existed. He never had the chance to speak with her, see her smile and laugh, get to know his own family. Someone took her away and could be doing only The Father knows what to her, and Lucifer was none the wiser.

“What.” Threat and anger laced the fallen angels voice, rage bubbling up inside of his chest and threatening to rip itself out of him in a violent display of protectiveness and grief for a niece he didnt even know he had up until now. It was a tone never heard of him before, the relatively calm and collected angel getting so pissed at this situation.

Suddenly, light took over you all for a few seconds as you all are teleported to the depths of Fraud. A table with chairs pushed in neatly lay close by, whiteboards around the walls displaying random notes on theatre and seemingly future plays planned by Lucifer and Hell Itself.

( @the-heavenly-strategist )

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🎭👁️🩸Art By The Damned🩸👁️🎭

MAJOR EVENT

Trigger warnings: child abuse (neglect), minor gore, and abandonment issues

Hell has put on another play, this time showing God and his.. ahem.. true colours.

Semi closed, dm me if you would like to join!

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After trudging through the layers, each of you find yourself in Fraud. A play, though said to be considerably different than the many before it, is set to play tonight in this very theatre. Some of you may have stumbled across flyers, while others may have been personally invited by Lucifer himself. (Lucifer had seemed extremely excited about this play, saying its “one of their best yet in terms of story telling” and “very personal to him and his lover”) Regardless, you are all here tonight.

What felt like eternity of walking through the seemingly endless theatre passes before you all find yourself in front of 2 large wooden doors stained with a dark brown pint and adorned with gold. The only comprehensible posters in the layer lay around it, scattered around almost at random. Some are tapped up, others are strewn across the floor. This must be the place.

@the-heavenly-strategist @angelofamber @hummingbird-of-heaven @terminal-machinery @manywingedangel @curiosity-virtue @gabriel-gods-will @facets-of-the-father @divine-intervention-be-upon-ye @bluegopro @cassiopeiashellscape @exla-os

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To Hell specifically,

I quite admire your artistry in the demons, not often do I see such fine craftsmanship with the concept of gore and agony perfectly captured. As an artist myself, I have yet to learn how to capture the primal essence of the damned in eternal agony trying to escape from their own skin. I wish to use your fine art as inspiration. I also like seeing the machines get scared when they first meet the mannequins. (*ˊᗜˋ*)

THANK YOU. YOUR PRAISE IS APPRECIATED EPHEMERAL. I HAVE SPENT TIME IMMEMORIAL PERFECTING THE ARTS FROM THEATRE TO MUSIC TO POETRY TO SCULPTURES AND SO ON. I AM GRATEFUL FOR YOUR PRAISE.

AND I TOO FIND SINNERS AND MACHINES ALIKE BEING STARTLED BY THEIR OWN KIN AMUSING. THEY GET ALL APPREHENSIVE AND ITS FUNNY TO WATCH OVER.

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The shadows around you begin to move erratically, something is off, then a voice calls out to you, it sounds frantic

“…L-Lucifer..! I must inform you of something..! It’s urgent..!”

@shadow-of-the-father

Lucifer whips his head around, eyes locking onto you.

“Ah, whats wrong? Is everything alright?” Lucifer immediately feels his anxieties rise, but shoves them down.