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[ruinvus]

NCIS — Season 2 | @grimscollection​

“Oh, you should have let him squirm.“ /I don't need to tell you from who but Hubert XD

⌠❖⌡ A chuckle escaped him at those words spoken by the mage, no mistaking that smile as well before wrapping his arms around the taller mage in what could only be a content manner. "I'll let you watch next time~"

[arcvdia]

⌠❖⌡ Time has long since passed when the Fallen Angel's clashed with the Skydwellers of the realm and Lucilius's plan foiled, a goodbye that would last till the end of time then on top nothingness. While he has taken to caring for the coffee trees while here there was no way to know just how much time had passed, hours turned into days, weeks, months, perhaps even years have gone by without the Primarch even realizing. Silently watching from his seat out into the garden he and Sandalphon once shared often, there was not much to do nor think about besides work on perfecting his art of coffee even further than before. There were times where he had longed to be back with the other's, to see their smiling faces again and witness how the world was doing without the Primaches being tied down to their roles now ceded over to nature. 

If they were all living better lives not that they did not find themselves trapped beneath the Astral's thumbs, but, that was not to ever be. ... Right? There's knocking at the door leading into the room, causing a moments pause as blue hues slid over. ... No ones ever knocked before, what could this be? Setting the cup down before him a flash of another chair that was kept in pristine condition with a cup before it, a red ribbon flaring in its way as he walked to the door and opened it. A flash of white and what used to be a silent world broke into one of sound, unexpected, but not unwelcomed even if he had fallen over his own two feet when the weight of manifestation hit him like a skyship. Much had to be relearned in that time, how to walk without the weight of his wings, how to deal with a sufficient lack of mana that made him weaker than he used to be with his wings being mortal was rather... 

Interesting, but he wasn't complaining and learned how to coexist with his weaknesses, with a cane in hand and three swords still by his side Lucifer has taken to traveling through the skies to see what has become of this place without his knowing that five years and a few months had passed in that time. ... So it was quite the surprise to see just who he had nationally run into during this time, a cloak covering his shoulders with its hood pulled up, black choker around his neck to hide a terrible scar no mere man can live from he stood and stared before speaking. 

"Hello, Belial..."

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[bloodstainedwhitewings]

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