#firstmanofrock

[assortedtaffies]

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"Great" Abel said, nodding. He have his dad an awkward thumbs up. God the two of them were kind of pathetic, "yeah no- we really are terrible at this sort of stuff."

[alastors-radioshow]

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Alastor could feel his mind starting to go. His scrambling thoughts becoming fewer. He should have called for help. He should have, but.. The strength to do so had left him several moments ago. He hadn't counted on being found. Hell, for all he knew, he would be bleeding out there. His body already felt cold to him, which said a lot, considering the fact that he ran hot in general, due to the fiery nature of his abilities.

Everything seemed like a blur to him as that door opened. Then hasty footsteps. And a voice. He knew that voice. That was..

"Adam..?" He spoke, his voice heavily shrouded in static. More so than usual. Crackling and popping, like an old radio struggling to tune in on a channel. He felt the blood flood his throat, a smaller trickle running down his chin. Crimson orbs flickered as he looked up, the other pretty much just a silhouette to him.

He couldn't really do anything to protest if he wanted to, that hand, once removed, falling lifelessly to the floor. Yes, he was protective of his clothing, and even more so about his body, but.. Right now, that wasn't exactly what was on his mind. He was half gone as it were. Insecurities be damned, it was more important to stop the bleeding.

He exhaled a strained, pained gurgle as that shirt was ripped, exposing pale, almost gray skin. And the sight was.. Bitter. He was covered in scars, no matter where one looked. Like he had been ripped apart and put back together, like a puzzle.

Now, suddenly it was easier to understand why he kept himself covered from the neck down.

His abdomen now exposed, it became obvious that it was a puncture wound. Deep. Alastor was strong, yes. The strongest sinner in Hell. But even he couldn't handle angelic weapons. It burned and ached more than just a regular puncture wound would. He should know. He had been there before.

"Stab..bed.." He finally muttered, his breathing sounding raspy, as if he was starting to choke. "Holy.. Weapon.. Merde.."

[hells-hazbins]

@firstmanofrock ;; From here.

[🍎] He was not enjoying this party in the slightest. He just wanted to go home. He was already overstimulated and his social battery was below zero. Putting on a mask, smiling at the people he greeted. He had to admit, this party wasn't bad. Charlie had wanted to put something together for the holidays and she had even invited the other sins, but Lucifer was really wishing he had sat this one out.

He wasn't even sure what he was doing here. It wasn't like he saw the Sins often anymore. This party felt awkward and disjointed to him, especially when he was talking to said sins. He was absolutely avoiding Satan the whole time. He didn't want to face him right now and deal with an arguement.

It was about this time that he saw an opportunity to try and escape. Everyone was talking and mingling and he was on his own. So he moved carefully through the crowds, heading for the doorway to the back area of the hotel.

He did see Adam there, but he was planning to just ignore him. At least until he said something. "Oh Adam, you're here? I almost missed you," he says boredly, looking at him with displeasure. He didn't need another reminder of his failures, than you very much.

However, when Adam's gaze trailed upwards, Lucifer's couldn't help but follow. The sight of the mistletoe had him blinking. He honestly was going to ignore it until Adam started making a big deal about it. What a fucking baby. "Awww, is the little Adam scared of the big bad King of Hell~?" he teased.

He watches him, amused for a moment before stomping on his foot. It was a distraction, something to get him to lose focus for a moment, before Lucifer grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him down into a kiss. It was fairly quick, but enough that Lucifer could tease him with.

"Hmm...Given your reputation, I would have thought you would be a better kisser..."

[secondwom4n]

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The moment she saw his wings, she let out a sigh of relief. However, as she watched him stretch them out, Eve cringed seeing them smack into the wall. It wasn't the fact he probably almost broke it again, she was more concerned about him.

"Good, very good." But then, she paused, raising an eyebrow. "Wait... Sera doesn't know what happened?" That brought her both relief, but also some worry.

When he brought up the fact too many people knew him, she couldn't help stating the obvious towards him, clearing her throat and looking right into his eyes as he held her face in his hands. "Um...well... my dear, it doesn't help when you're the commander of an army of exorcists that want to kill sinners like me. No one down here would forget that." She bites her lip. "But I don't hold it against you one bit. I get it. I'd rather you remain safe anyway regardless."

There was a reason she typically hide herself away from other sinners too. She was ashamed to see them -- to see what she brought onto the world and their descendants. To watch it all play out in the worst way.

Eve watched as he messed around with the cup she had accidentally broken. However, as he began to work his magic, her eyes shined with awe, a smile on her face. How was it that he was always so good at fixing things that were broken like bringing a smile to her face? He was like the sun making the dark clouds scatter away. "You didn't have to do that, but I thank you. You are pretty amazing, do you know that? You still manage to impress me, even now, Adam."

She took the cup, going to set it back in it's proper place. "So...to what do I owe this visit? Am I to assume you will be hiding away with me now?"

[theserpnt]

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"HAHA. Oh that's rich. Coming from the asshole who stole MY wife, AND THEN. PFFFTTTT. THEN. PFFFFF. OH I FUCKING LOVE THIS. Was dumped by her! At least I get more pussy than you! When was the last time you got laid, hmm? Before your brat was born?"

UNFORTUNATELY, THE DEVIL WAS incredibly easy to bait. "wha— fuck you!" lucifer snapped back, decidedly not answering, because of reasons. he was all confidence and smug smirks up until adam's obnoxious questions. "and fyi, i wasn't dumped, i just found better. can you ever say you did? i think not."

[exalted-slaughter]

@firstmanofrock

The front doors to the exorcist compound are knocked right off their hinges so hard that they impale themselves right into the wall across the room.

The sound is so loud it can be heard all the way up in Adam’s office.

“ADAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!”

[hells-greatestdad]

@firstmanofrock replied to your post “Don't think about Adam's dick”:

Stares.

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Frog blink.

[the-smallest-star]

Snorts. "You seriously haven't been on a date? Do you wanna go on a date?"

"I... well... no, I've not. You'd wanna take me on a date?" Like a rockstar pals date? Was that a thing? Gritt wasn't sure if it was a thing.