#lucifer caos

[destielbaited]

the unholy trinity

[darling-i-read-it]

What’s Mine

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: SABRINA SEASON 3 SPOILERS (I haven’t finished the season but the beginning spoilers)

Author’s Note: Not gonna lie it feels nice to indulge myself again. I haven’t finished the third season (I’m trying to milk it lol) but boy oh boy do I have some feelings about it that I won’t share here. In any event, here's something no one asked for that I had fun writing.

Summary: The reader stumbles upon Lucifer in the academy.

Genre: iiii don’t know

Song:

(not my gif)

You got up that morning and something was..off. With everything happening around the academy you weren’t surprised to feel yourself feeling a little different but it was something you couldn’t put your finger on. You were a teacher at the school and one of the only ones who had lived/stayed around long enough to see what was going on and watch the kids. Granted, you were on an expedition when something went wrong. You came back to your coven and their powers were failing and something had obviously happened while you were gone.

You didn’t ask what it was but you did notice that Nick wasn’t there and Sabrina was constantly off and on when she showed up. Her aunts were taking over the school you understood, since Faustus was in some way indisposed and unable.

Many things had been wrong while you were away.

There was only one true problem that you had noticed. You didn’t feel your powers leaving you at all. In fact, you thought they had almost gotten stronger. You couldn’t bring it up with Hilda or Zelda, worried about the repercussions. They may question your loyalty to the coven and the dark lord, which had never faltered before. In fact you had found out that apparently they weren’t worshipping the dark lord now or something. That was something you had yet to give up, at least not without proper explanation.

You walked swiftly down to the dungeon with the thought of simply reading in one of the long forgotten cells. They were only ever used when a new student came and Prudence wanted to be particularly mean to someone. You usually had them all to yourself.

You turned the knob to one of the doors and was surprised to find it locked. They were never locked. You twisted it harder and then turned to find the key on the wall, opening the door quickly, curiosity hitting you harder than it had in a long time.

You were surprised to find Faustus sitting on the floor, chained up. You gasped, dropping your book to the ground.

“I knew you would come,” he said but it wasn’t his voice. There was a quick shift and another man showed in front of you. He was properly handsome and it took you a moment to adjust to the things that had just happened.

“Excuse me?” you asked, finding your voice. The man smiled softly at you and looked at the chains. You took note of the salt circle and what looked to be a pretty powerful spell keeping this man in. Not to mention he seemed to be sharing a body with Faustus.

“I knew you would find me. Even after all they did to that head of yours. Nothing can keep me from you. I even made sure to keep your powers so you would feel different,” he told you happily, like his words would mean anything to you. You did think briefly about the power part and let the words process as you stared at the stranger, trying to find something you recognized in his face.

“I don’t know who you are,” you whispered but something was wrong. The part about your powers was nagging at you and you backtracked to try and remember where the covens got their powers. Then it dawned on you and the realization must have hit your face.

“Yes you do.” His voice was deathly careful and dangerous.

“Lucifer? Why the heaven do they have Lucifer locked up in the dungeon!?” you asked quickly and he shrugged which raised the chains a little bit.

“Come on Y/N, help me out of these,” he said but you stood still. Your mind ached.

“How do you know my name?” You expected him to say it was just a Satan thing but you thought it might not be. You weren’t sure what it was but something was tugging at your memory. He let out a sigh.

“They really did a number on you then. You really don’t remember me.”

“Should I?” You knelt down to meet his eye level and he raised his chin.

“Yes you should. I’ll help with that when you..” He trailed off and shook the chains again. You weren’t sure why but you moved to get them off immediately and he rubbed his wrists, giving you a sinister smile. He moved forward and surprised you with a kiss which really came out of left field for you. You were going to pull away and startled yourself when you didn’t. He moved away first.

Suddenly everything came back at once and you fell forward. He caught you easily because you were both still kneeling on the hard floor of the dungeon. You shut your eyes tightly and held onto his shoulder before snapping them open again, your brain seering.

You could see a ball, Sabrina in gold clothing, Nick and Lucifer, kisses in the dark, hell. Hell stood out and a feeling that didn’t feel foregin pushed onto you. Suddenly, Satan's hands felt more comfortable.

“The coven wiped my memory,” you breathed. He nodded. You were surprised to find he was careful with you, letting it set in.

“They knew I wouldn’t take your power as I have taken theirs. They thought you would be an asset in the fight against their enemies and eventually me. Little did they know..” he said with a playful smile.

The feel of Hell's throne under your fingers was astounding and you stood up shakily, helping him up as well.

“Sabrina at least must have known that wiping my memory would only be bad for them in the long run.” He shrugged and went for the door knob.

“You can test them yourself later. First I would love to have my own body again and I think Sabrina has to much on her hands to notice I’m gone for a while.” You nodded and followed him, picking up your book on the way out.

“I’ll have to act like I don’t remember you,” you reasoned and he nodded, shrugging.

“Only for a minute while I get myself back to normal. And then it should prove obvious-” his hand brushed your chin, steadying your stare, “-nobody touches whats mine.”

[jadegrey711]

Don’t Mess with What is Mine

Dark Lord x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello darlings! I’ve got another request for a Dark Lord x Reader pairing and I really liked this one. I didn’t necessarily make them angels because I didn’t really like the angel killing in season 2, for my own personal reasons, so I kind of made them hunters hope that’s okay ANON. 

*NOT MY GIF*

I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711)

*No Warnings, except maybe like Gore* 

ANON Prompt: Hey really like your Caos stories so I was wondering if you could do one where the hunter Angel's attack the academy but you (of course) manage to kick there feather ass however they mange to stab you and everybody freaks out none more so then the Dark Lord himself (you don't mess with what's his!) So a Dark Lord x Reader if you get the chance Thnx!!!

There was a piercing scream that seemed to radiate through the entire academy. Your head immediately snapped up along with everyone else’s who was in the dorm.

“What in the heaven was that?” Prudence asked.

“I don’t know. But we better find out.” You quickly grabbed a wicked looking knife from your bedside table; the weird sisters doing the same as you, and just as you came out of the dorm, you heard someone scream.

“Hunters!” Before they were quickly silenced.

You and the weird sisters were quick to charge into action. Quickly forming a strategy that would distract the hunters before you swooped in behind them surprising them and catching them off guard.

Dorcas and Agatha did just that, sending swirls of smoke and mist to bend unnaturally to their binding, twirling around the hunter’s feet and blinding them from seeing you and Prudence jump from the railing and landing softly like cats behind them, weapons at the ready.

But just as you were about to deliver the first blow, suddenly one of the hunters spoke.

“Enough of your games witches!” He said before the fog vanished in one massive vortex and then vanished revealing you to the hunters, knife in hand. The hunter laid his eyes upon you and smacked you with an unearthly force that sent you flying across the room and having you collide with a wall; knocking the wind out of you, causing black to cloud the edge of your vision.

The sisters screamed as they ran to attack the hunters, but suddenly they stopped. The sisters were all clutching their throats, nails digging into throats, as they tried to rip away the invisible force that was wrapped around their throats.

You staggered, as you tried to pull yourself up using the wall as leverage, your head was throbbing and the black on the edge of your vision was growing steadily and you knew soon enough you’d be unconscious on the ground and at their mercy. You picked up your knife and whilst the hunters were distracted you charged again, flattering and gaining one of the hunter’s attention. She was quick as lightning and you didn’t know what happened until you felt a warm sensation spreading across your chest; you staggered, clutching your chest, gasping. You pulled your hand away and saw it was covered in blood.

The weird sisters would have cried out in horror but they too were losing the battle against the unknown hunters; Dorcas already having fallen unconscious and was then dropped unceremoniously to the floor in a heap.

“Filthy things.” The girl hunter said as she watched you. Watched as your breath became shallower and the blood spread across your t-shirt. You could hardly see now as you felt yourself drift into the darkness.

“Shame. That you killed her, she won’t have a chance to be redeemed like the others will be.” One of the male hunters said.

“Not my problem-” The girl said before she was cut off by a loud boom, that seemed to shake the very earth.

Your vision finally failed you as you drifted, the last thing you heard was the sounds of screams and the feel of warmth like a searing fire was set right in front of you.

******

Prudence watched in awe as the hunters burst into flames one by one, screaming as they looked on at the person; no entity that had did this to them. It was the Dark Lord himself. Prudence and the other sisters, stood there dumbstruck before they feel to their knees before him, discarding the burning hunters all together. The Dark Lord nodded towards them, still watching the hunters burn before he turned and strode towards Y/N. He picked her limp body up from the floor and Prudence watched in awe as he cradled her close to his chest, whispering reassuringly in her ear.

“Take me to a place where she can rest and heal.” He said to Prudence, that trace of softness in his voice long gone, the prince of darkness the only presence.

“Yes, my Lord.” Prudence said before getting up from her knees and passing the charred bodies of the hunters now dead and slumped against the floor, still burning in that brilliant blue fire; hell fire.  Prudence didn’t dare look behind her as she heard him whisper again to Y/N, as she led him to the infirmary with an efficient quickness.

“You’re not escaping me, little witch. Death can’t have you. You’re mine, little witch.” 

******

You could feel yourself being ripped from the darkness, and then there was a voice. It spoke softly almost broken like as it pleaded with you.

You didn’t open your eyes, but you were acutely aware of the fact that you didn’t feel the hard marble floor against your back anymore. Instead you felt the softness of a bed, and then the warm soothing feeling of a hand being swept across your forehead, pushing your hair back from your face.

You stirred, reveling in that warm feeling, letting it draw you back to reality: to life. You opened your eyes to find the most handsome man you’d ever seen at your bedside; his hand didn’t move from your hair as you woke. Then you realized who he was and tried to sit up, but he held you down easily.

“Calm down little witch. I mean you no harm. In fact, quite the opposite.” He smirked to himself and continued stroking your hair.

“Where am I?” you asked, letting him continue with his soft petting; since you had no other choice.

“The school infirmary.” He said simply.

“Why are you here? Where’s everyone else?”

“They are wisely positioned outside of the infirmary doors, as per my orders. As for my being here…” he paused, looking at you intensely. “I felt the blow you’d received from the hunters, as if it had been delivered upon my own body and I knew you were in grave danger. So, I took it upon my own hands to dispatch those hunters with a fiery efficiency and then I healed you.”

“Why though?” You said, looking into his fierce gaze. 

“Simple.” He said as he stroked your cheek. “Nobody messes with what is mine.”

[jyou-no-sonoko19]

Seeing that caos1 gif set of traumatised Lilith being absolutely terror-struck infront of her abuser has made me super duper angry 

and I’m extra bonus much pissed off that giving that abuser conventionally-attractive human man-skin has made this whole repulsive mess appealing to a bereft group of young women.

Lilith is in fear for her life.

Just as she was in That Scene of caos3.

Nothing Has Changed.

Nothing Has Changed.

And I cannot believe I have to explain that this isn’t sexy.

[lokilow-keystabbing]

Yo finding a post on a certain Satan Is freaking hard these days. Like how many are there now? 3/4?

[jace-velaryons]

if anyone would like to make some lucifer from caos icons...i will be very thankful 😌✨

[lalipattinsonfenty]

But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers

Halsey - Nightmare

Sabrina Morningstar: Queen of Hell

I saw the thrird season of CAOS and I really liked, especially Sabrina as a queen ♥ So I made a edit of her (and try to forget about her outfit at the coronation)

♥Please if you like it, reblog it ♥and DON´T REPOST IT ♥

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[xuexiaos-xiyaos]

Unpopular opinion [2]: Faustus and Sabrina's parents.

Tbh I don't really think Faustus killed Sabrina's parents. While his haters are so blind in their judgements and seem to blame him for all the evil in the world (because it's convenient for them and their ship), I choose to stay objective and analyze facts with an open mind. Yes, he hated Edward because he denied him Zelda's hand and because he was jealous of his brilliant career, but logically speaking, if he actually was the culprit, why didn't he admit it in the episode where he was forced to say the truth? He revealed very personal stuff like him cheating on his wife repeatedly, Prudence being his illegitimate child and her mother killing herself because he refused to marry her. Sabrina was there, so if he killed her parents he should've admitted that too, but... he didn't because he wasn't the culprit. Not saying that he never thought about it, he most likely did, but someone else was more motivated than him. Who? Well, Lucifer himself of course. At some point he wanted Sabrina, his own child, to embrace her evil nature and join him as Queen of Hell. Of course, Edward who seemed so interested into nourishing Sabrina's human nature and so pro witches/warlocks + humans interactions, was a huge obstacle for his plans about Sabrina's future. So if he killed Edward and Diana, Sabrina was going to be raised by Zelda, a very religious woman who was devoted to Satan like no one else and her influence could've pushed Sabrina to choose her witch nature over the human one. But he didn't consider the fact that Sabrina never listens to anyone but herself and isn't willing to choose between being a witch or a human, she wants to be both. So with or without Edward, she was still gonna rebel against her biological father.

ps: just to be clear, I'm not defending Faustus because I think he's a good guy who did nothing wrong. I'm just doing it because from an objective pov, it's highly unlikely that he's the culprit this time. But people nowadays seem to blame him even for stuff he's not involved in and I think that's not fair. He needs to be judged for stuff he did, not for other people's faults.