#phosphorus

[elementcattos]

[whatevergreen]

"Israel is dropping white phosphorus bombs on civilian areas in the village of Arnoun, Nabatieh, South Lebanon.

These are internationally banned munitions — and Israel is unleashing them against civilians."

@sahouraxo May 30 2026

[phosphorusec]

Xenon…?

[cultkinkcoven]

hi Shi! i just wanted to ask you about something related to Lucifer. i say this with so much respect and I don't want to offend you or bother you. i worry sometimes that the spirit you're currently talking to isn't Lucifer. Before when you used to make art of Lucifer it was very "on brand" if that makes sense. It was very clear to see that you were in contact with the Light Bringer face of Lucifer when you would paint him looking very androgynous with blonde hair and light eyes. I guess I mean that its very clear that you WERE in contact with Lucifer Morningstar at one point. But now (and I reqlly mean no offence!) it seems like you're in contact with some other version or maybe a different spirit entirely . And I wondered if maybe it was Lucifuge Rofocale rather than Lucifer? Because with his black hair and the more dark appearance it seems like you're talking to a different spirit other than the "light bringer"? I know you probably know what you're doing I just thought it would be worth considering. I am very familiar with Lucifer light bringer, he appears to me very similar to how you used to draw him but I have never seen this "black goat" Lucifer before. It seems strange that his whole vibe and aesthetic would just change into a more dark thing im sorry to bother and I really mean no offence I was just wondering about this. You don't have to answr this I know this is kind of stupid. Thank you for reading anyways if you do.

Hello!

No offence taken. I find it very interesting that you thought to ask me this because he and I were literally just talking about this the other day.

I'll say right off the bat that I know it is not Lucifuge. Rofocale is a different "species" of spirit that exists in the darkest, coldest pockets of reality and flee away from all light. In my experience, they are extremely different in temperament and nature.

I think what you're noticing with Lucifer is something a bit more technical than that. Allow me to get a bit alchemical for a minute.

Consider the following:

Most spirits have multiple layered faces or epithets they may manifest on depending on the purpose. Think Aphrodite Pandemos or Ourania as compared Aphrodite Areia.

Alchemically, Venus corresponds to the element of Copper, but Lucifer as the morning star actually corresponds to the element Phosphorus, and for good reason. White phosphorus is highly reactive with air, glows in the dark, is used to create fire, and has been referred to as the "devil's element," linking the chemical's properties to the theological figure.

I highly suspect that the most common entry level form of Lucifer that most people meet is this White Phosphorus face. This is the blonde, highly transgressive, explosive, bright, firey, hot, flirtatious and manipulative, princely Lucifer we've all read about. He is the one that was so consumed by his own fire that he fell, and the one that immediately combusts in contact with air (thought).

I believe this is the most common Lucifer because it is the one that most intensely embodies his core principles of "light bringing", fire, sovereignty, and being extremely difficult to control. This Lucifer is the most "dazzling" to witness, he is also the most difficult to maintain a long term relationship with. He is short lived- he burns until there is nothing left-, and he is extremely unstable. In the grimoire tradition it is often said that Lucifer uses servitors or lesser demons to interact with the practitioner rather than personal intervention. I suspect this behaviour comes from White Phosphorus the most. If that specific high intensity spark isn't technically needed, he may avoid manifesting it in smaller situations. The only way to keep white phosphorus stable in storage is under water. There's some metaphor in there about how realization sleeps in your subconscious or something along those lines.

The Lucifer I am most familiar with (and possessed by) is actually Black Phosphorus. Black Phosphorus is a very interesting allotrope. It is the most stable form of Phosphorus there is, it has a highly ordered crystalline structure and is vulnerable to air and water on its surface. Black phosphorus is formed by putting white phosphorus under a lot of pressure. This is actually why I think he typically manifests as being a bit older than his white phosphorus face.

Black phosphorus does not glow in the dark like his white counterpart, it rather absorbs, conducts and converts light. White is like a battery that leaks energy severely. Black soaks up light and converts it into electricity. Black phosphorus can absorb different types of light including those we cannot see. In extremely simplified terms, its keeps the energy organized within the crystal structure, and that energy can only be accessed through a circuit.

His personality reflects this perfectly. This Lucifer is known for being a bit of a prude. He can seem sort of bossy, uninterested, and highly intellectual. He's actually straight up told me this is more of an administrative face, it's one he uses very often when "working", especially with other spirits. I think this face is a bit more rare and private in his temperament. The black hair and overall "cooler" (as in colder) vibe I think is just like... maturity? He is more self contained, literally less reactive, and more concerned with maintaining his own space (maybe because he is vulnerable to "surface imperfections" and environmental degradation). He is ironically less involved with the "front facing reputation" of the morning star that deals with humanity most often, whilst also being far more grounded and "human like" than his white counterpart when he does manifest.

He is very ordered and stable, he doesn't need to be in a high energy state to manifest, and he is generally more suited for longer term contracts and situations. You can only really obtain the light from this Lucifer if you "introduce a current" into him (ie, peak his interest). Black phosphorus is a semiconductor while white phosphorus is not. A semiconductor only allows electricity to flow under specific conditions. I imagine this is the Dark Initiator.

I think of black phosphorus as a face of Lucifer that has been tempered by the "pressure" of the underworld, or maybe even his time on earth itself. Lucifer after the fall.

Red Phosphorus is kind of a medium between the two. I'm not exactly sure why, but I associate this Lucifer the most with the Draconian aspect of his character. Not as stable or rare as black phosphorus, it only ignites when heated, and doesn't glow in the dark. Good for when you need the spark, but only when you strike it. Far less toxic than white, far more relaxed, and generally just more utilitarian for common interactions.

Violet is an even more refined and stable form of black phosphorus. It is described as being incredibly stubborn and non reactive, but may be sensitive to impact. It is nearly impossible to make, extremely allusive, and only recently discovered. This is the best correspondent for the "hidden" or other worldly Lucifer we just don't understand and very rarely see. Even I am unfamiliar with violet, and I highly suspect his nature is very alien and Erdrich like.

For a long time I thought the ways that spirits manifest was kinda random or case dependent, but since continuing to read more into demonology lore in places like Stella Daemonium and the 3 books by Agrippa, it actually seems more plausible that the forms spirits take subtly reveal their fundamental nature.

I remember having a conversation with him once about his hair, I made some comment that he changed it, because it was black now instead of blonde, and he sort of made a confused shrug and explained that he was felt relaxed and wasn't frustrated. And that confused me, because ?? I just asked you about your hair. What does that have to do with how stressed you are?

But stress here is more defined by the integrity of his manifestation. I remember him once telling me that he purposely made the active decision to use his black face when dealing with me due to its greater ability to act as a stable mentor/father figure.

So! Tldr, alchemically speaking, (and obviously according to my own upg) there are a minimum of four core faces Lucifer (Phosphorus) may manifest as. I think white phosphorus is the guy most are familiar with when they encounter the BRIGHT golden energy, and black phosphorus is the more allusive, quiet, borderline nomad who works more in the background.

I always think its really cool whenever I do commissions for Luciferians and I can immediately tell which Lucifer they're talking to.

[illustratus]

The Alchymist, in Search of the Philosopher's Stone, Discovers Phosphorus, and prays for the successful Conclusion of his operation, as was the custom of the Ancient Chymical Astrologers

― by Joseph Wright of Derby

[frillsofvoid]

Okay guys I strike with phosphorus & co

[phossiii]

｡𖦹°‧⭑ monsters: chapter two

synopsis: task force m arrives at the palace. and you and phosphorus come to an agreement.

cw: reader is a monster, mature themes, profanity, innuendos, phosphorus is phosphorus, more superpower usage, cute flirting thing going on, little spicy at the end.

"You'd think they'd take these shits down after a while..." you grimaced, watching as you passed by each deformed face. "I mean, seriously?"

"They're family. Who would wanna take down the last known painting of Great Great Grandpa Ugly?" Phosphorus quipped, pointing toward one of them as he walked alongside you. "They even got his good side."

"That's a woman..."

"..."

"Wow."

After arriving in Pokolistan, and taking a rather uncomfortable, piss-ridden ride to the palace, Task Force M had finally made it to the royal castle.

The royal castle where inbreeding seemed to be the fad of the last few centuries.

"Looks like the gene pool was above ground and inflatable, if you know what I mean," Bride remarked, glancing at Flag.

The general let out a soft chuckle, slightly grimacing at the images.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I wonder what this princess is going to look li—Oh."

In front of you all approached a gorgeous woman, with sparkling blue eyes and short, blonde hair.

Flag watched, entranced, as she approached, earning an eye roll from the Bride.

"Schwing," Phosphorus whispered, earning an eye roll from you.

"Dork."

"Richard Bill Flag, Sr," Ilana smiled, resting her hands behind her back. "So wonderful to be meeting you."

"Yes... you, too," he nodded, awkwardly.

"Your middle name is Bill?" Bride raised a brow.

"Yes."

"Not, like, William?" Nina asked.

"No."

"Whose middle name is Bill?" you slightly grinned.

"Mine! Okay?"

You raised your hand in defense, backing off as he refocused.

"Princess Rostovic, it's an honor," Flag bowed, humbly.

"This is not the kind of bow we do in Pokolistan, Mr. Richard Flag," the captain of the guard interjected. "So, unfortunately... we're going to have to kill you."

"What?!"

"Alexi," Ilana tried to reprimand.

"I am sorry. We must only do sacred, customary bow in this castle."

As the guards began to close in, drawing their weapons, everyone went back to back, you igniting your fist with fire.

"Everyone, murder this man."

"What?! Hold on a minute! No one briefed me on what kind of bow!"

Though, it wasn't long before they all burst into laughter.

'The hell?'

"I'm sorry. They're... how do you say it... messing on you?" Ilana apologized, muffling her snickers.

"I am making joke!" Alexi cackled. "For a minute, I think you're going to make mess in your pants, huh?"

"I was never gonna—!"

"Very close to messing his pants," the Bride interrupted with a smile.

"I wasn't even in the vicinity of doing that."

"I think someone else was," Phosphorus smirked, nudging you. "Right, Jumpy?"

"Don't make me hurt you, X-ray," you threatened, sharply.

"We are so much like Americans, yes?" Alexi grinned. "Ooh, we pull pranks like Jamie Kennedy Experiment! We do the Super Bowl shovel! We like to say Wazzup!"

'Jesus...'

"Well, you're certainly current with your popular cultural references," Phosphorus commended.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome," he leaned in closer to you, lowering his voice to a whisper and pointing to his face. "Sarcastic smile."

"Why are you talking to me right now?"

"Now, I have question for you, skeleton. Where is the beef?" Alexi laughed. "Clara Peller, one of the greats—"

"Enough, Alexi," Ilana sighed, turning to the rest of you. "We've prepared a banquet for you, our honored guests."

You grinned, finally excited.

It had been so long since you'd had a meal that wasn't grey-ish, brown slop.

'Shoulda led with that.'

"Hey, doll face," Phosphorus, chimed, mouth stuffed with food as he glanced at your steak, "You gonna eat that?"

"Don't call me doll face," you shut down, harshly. "And no. I'm not."

"Perfect."

Without hesitation, he snatched it away and plopped it down on his plate, using an irradiated hand to cook it a bit extra. 

Though, once he was finished, he was quick to yoke it up and take a bite out of it like a goddamn raccoon.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you went back to cutting your brussel sprouts.

"Animal..."

"Don't start thinkin' you're better than me just 'cause you're on a diet," he countered, tossing the once bitten steak over his shoulder, sending Weasel to fetch it.

"Vegetarian," you corrected, stabbing a piece of broccoli with your fork. "I haven't eaten meat in years."

"Didn't know Hell had a salad bar."

"Fuck you."

"That would be delightful, actually," he grinned, unbothered, as he ripped the drumstick off a turkey and took a large bite.

Pointedly, you ignored him, opening your mouth and shoveling in some vegetables.

And that's when he noticed...

"Whoa..." Phosphorus froze, slightly, eyes widening at the sight. "You have fangs?"

Your expression fell, swapping for one of annoyance.

"Yes," you answered, flatly. "Are you deaf or something? 'Cause you seem to be having a hard time grasping the fact thatI. Am. A. Demon."

"That's hot," he stated, completely ignoring what you just said.

Taken by surprise, you clammed up, a certain warmth rising to your cheeks at his bold comment.

As crude as it was, no one had ever actually complimented you off your looks before.

This was completely new territory.

"I—Shut up!" you slightly stammered, internally cursing yourself for being so embarrassing.

"Holy crap... did you just stutter?" he realized, giddily. 

"No!"

"You did! Oh, my God! You just did!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"That was adorable! You're adorable."

"I hate you."

"You're not the first."

"Fuck..." you cursed, closing your eyes and biting your lip as your free hand cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your tank top.

Lost in the moment, your breath began to pick up, even more so as you slid your red hand down the front of your panties.

You moaned as you began to massage your sensitive bud, imagining it was someone else instead.

After housing down the rest of your dinner, and take a well-earned shower, you got set your own private room—which you procured by telling Flag you sometimes burst into flames in your sleep.

But now, with the boys keeping watch outside the princess's room, and nothing but time to kill, you settled for the old American past time, dealing with an itch you'd been meaning to scratch for years.

"Oh, shit..." you gasped, slipping your fingers inside, expecting to feel something.

But you didn't.

In fact, you felt nothing.

'The fuck?'

Abruptly, you sat up on the bed, letting out a huff as you looked down at yourself.

You knew it had been a hot minute since you last... y'know... but you didn't think you were that rusty.

"Fuck me," you groaned, flopping back on the mattress in annoyance.

You were already pent up enough, but adding sexual frustration to the mix only worsened the feral urges rising in your chest.

God, you weren't even supposed to be here...

You weren't some hardened criminal, or senseless evil-doer.

You were just a woman.

A woman... with horrible luck, and a really, really bad case of DID.

And a woman who wanted nothing more than to be back at her cell in Arkham, far away from these people and this place.

Quickly, you got up, snatching your shorts off the floor before tugging them on, running a frustrated hand through your hair.

Frantically, you racked your brain for someone to assist you, feeling as though if you didn't get this release, you might go insane.

Just one round.

Just one, quick round.

And you'd be set for however many more years you had at the asylum.

Flag?

'No. He was makin' goo-goo eyes at the princess... and by now she's probably already fucked him.'

G.I?

'Too stiff. I don't even think he has a dick...'

Weasel?

'Absolutely not.'

Which only leaves...

'Fuck. Me.'

Cursing under your breath, you stood there for a moment, contemplating the life choices that led you to this moment before starting for the door.

On your way, your steps seeming to echo throughout the room as you padded across, and only got louder after you yanked open the door and reached the hallway.

At this point, you were desperate.

With no actual options and limited time, you would have to act fast.

And pray that he'd let it go once you were done...

Using your sense of smell, you found his door easily, moving to step in front of it.

You were about to knock, but stopped mid-way, hesitant.

What if he said no? Found you disgusting...

"Whoa, there, doll face... That's hot," his words echoed in your head.

With a deep sigh, you steeled your nerves, raising your hand to knock, but just as you did, the door swung open, scaring you half to death.

And there he stood, six feet of surprisingly attractive radiation clad in a hoodie and sweatpants, sleeves pushed up to reveal his glowing forearms.

'Damn...'

Though, he looked like he was on his way to do something.

"(y/n)... to what do I owe the surprise?" Phosphorus played off, his voice doing little to hide the grin on his face.

In this case, he was glad that his eyes weren't visible to others, as that was the only thing keeping you from smacking him across the face for the look he had on.

Which was utterly shameless.

But fuck... who could blame him when you looked the way you did? 

You exchanged the sexy leather and buckles for a sinfully thin, black tank top and shorts, your curves now even further on display.

If he was being honest, for a moment, he didn't even believe the sight to be real—it all seemed too good to be true.

That is, until you started talking.

"Look, I'm only gonna say this one time," you started, poking your finger into his chest and forcing him back into his room, kicking the door shut behind you once you were inside. "So for once in your life, shut the fuck up and listen. Okay?"

He felt his stomach churn at your touch, your demanding tone and freshly-washed scent doing little to help.

But he silently nodded, keeping somewhat eye contact.

"I have been stuck in Arkham for ten fucking years... and for ten fucking years I've only ever touched myself..." you continued, still moving forward, and still forcing him back. "This might be the last time I see the outside world, and if it is, I'm doing one thing before I go."

Absolutely floored, Phosphorus couldn't help but let his mouth hang wide, completely disbelieving of the words coming out of your mouth.

There was no way.

Were you serious?

Was this really happening?

Had he fallen asleep?

"Sadly, there isn't a buffet of options," you sighed, slightly amused, as the backs of his knees hit the bed, forcing him to fall back onto it with a yelp. "But out of the assortment, you're the only one I can fuck without giving severe burns."

Practically pouncing, you crawled on top of him, sitting yourself down on his crotch and caging him to the mattress.

"But I wanna be clear that this is just sex. I need something... and you probably do, too. So we're just giving it to each other. Nothing more, nothing less."

Phosphorus's brow raised at the statement.

"Figured that," he chuckled. "I'm never gonna see you again. They're gonna ship you back to Gotham when this is all over."

"Exactly," you nodded. "So... you fuck me, help me get my nut, and then I leave. No cuddling, pillow talk, none of that. Am I clear?"

Below you, the man cocked his head to the side, seeming to be searching your face for something.

You tried to keep your expression as firm as possible, needing him to understand how serious you were.

Finally, he nodded, slowly resting a hot hand on your hip, sending a small vibration running right through your body.

"Crystal," he purred.

You shoulders sank with a quiet sigh, relief flooding your body as you leaned down, your face now inches from his.

"Good..." you hummed, moving closer until your lips were just out of each other's reach.

You could finally feel good, for what could possibly be the last time.

You weren't going to waste a single second.

"Now fuck me."

[seleniiium]

Hi... Curious to see what your takes on Hesperus and Phosphorus would be like??

Hesperus (left), god of the evening star ⭐

Eosphorus (right), god of the morning star ⭐

(So apparently Phosphorus is their name when the two gods are combined ?? I thought it was Eosphorus's name at first... the more you know)

I didn't realize I've been away for so long ! I've been neglecting this account... sorry everyone. I really want to get back to drawing deities and I have many requests I didn't tend to yet. I guess it's a good place to start !