this might be my new favourite doodle. also hands I don't hate!!! I'm figuring out how to draw one mistake at a time
it was about time I put pencil to paper about how absolutely pathetic the Wild Hunt's avatar is about the Moon Goddess. Rerir is rolling in his grave (judging from their abode)
very short. I just like making Lucifer have breakdowns
"oh, but of course. of course. of course they did." it took far too much effort to hold a human form in this state; so they didn't. the cavern was easily large enough to accommodate the increase in size.
"well, no, why should it matter, anyway?" at this rate, they'd wear a rut in the floor from all the pacing they'd done.
of course. they should have expected this. no divine being could possibly care for anything with ties to the Abyss, no matter what they said or how much they said it because no matter what the fear would always overtake whatever remnants of humanity they could possibly see anymore and-
"shut up," Lucifer snapped, whirling to glare at the statue suspended in chains. "stop putting thoughts in my head. you're not helpful."
they could break it. like this, they were substantially larger than the damned thing. rip it from its perch, see what Barbatos would think seeing one of their statues ruined so completely.
see what they did in retaliation.
see if it was deserved.
wait.
"I said shut up!" nobody came in here; nobody cared if the wall gained another claw mark. so it did.
coming here was a mistake. they didn't even really know what that stupid statue could do. it was making everything worse, clearly. messing with their head or... something like that. it had to be.
there was no reason to stay.
they always found themself back in Silvermoon Hall for one reason or another. the flowers turned red beneath their feet.
"challenge: help me calm down without killing something first."
no other deity could bring such peace with their presence alone. only the Moon. "simple enough."
