#primordialhazbin

[arachnaemboss]

Nearly crashes into him with a stack of papers in her arms. "Oh! Zestial. I didn't see you-" her grip had loosened enough to have most papers cascade on the ground. Her elegance was unbeatable when rightfully employed, but she could only fight against her clumsy nature so much. At some point, it had to rear its ugly head and make a complete fool of herself.

  THE PAPERS WHICH POUR from her hands like falling leaves in autumn, and an orphic voice startled causes a tilt of his head! Vibrant hues blink with synchronicity whilst a sagacious mind briefly porcesses the information, ( and soon is he assisting her! ) —- everything returns to its place upon her hold then, through the use of obscure magic. Yet an extended hand and a small, woven smile wordlessly offers to help her split & carry the pile toward its... ACTUAL destination.

  “May I, your Majesty?” Admittedly it is quite the sight and humorous thing, to behold someone of such high a STATUS within the dooming inferno be not unlike any other around them ( ah, but she was human as well! and everyone makes mistakes ). Thus, Zestial finds he can successfully hold BACK a chuckle currently building dangerously high up in his throat.

[celestianvices]

"Everyday, I become suspicious of you using your misfortune abilities to make my day worse. I have a feeling you'll deny it." Her eyes squinted, playfully but with an edge of honesty.

"But I won't believe it."

"Why would I do something like that? Seems like a waste of energy doesn't it?" Ciavera let out an amused breath and shook her head. "As far as I know you've done nothing to earn my ire either." A pause, and the woman turned her sharp but not unfriendly gaze toward her.

"Unless there's something you'd like to confess?"

[hells-greatestdad]

cont'd @primordialhazbin

Lucifer decides to choose his words carefully here... they have come to see the Sinner population quite differently over the course of Hell's history. But he does understand where she's coming from. Though, perhaps for different reasons.... Lucifer's are less to do with feeling bad for them and more to do with there being the reminder of things and a particular sense of shame he'd rather not think about if he could help it. In his mind, the souls there had made their choice.

"It does leave an affect on one, for sure..."

[hells-greatestdad]

Mornings with him where she didn't want to get up at the first chirp of a bird weren't as often as anyone would think, but they existed. She was draped across her husband with her cheek firmly grounded in his shoulder, an arm keeping him pinned down like a weighted blanket despite it sitting limp on him. She felt him stir as if he wanted to get up, making her protest with a grunt.

"If you move, I'm putting pebbles in your shoes."

"Okay..." His voice still has some drowsiness laced in, but the movements still, at least in terms of trying to get up. Fingers move to thread slowly through her long hair, though he closes his eyes once more. Less with intent to fall asleep and more with intent to relax and live in the moment.

They could stay like this for a while with no complaints from him. A soft sort of contented sigh leaves him

[lettherebemonsters]

Give her the reactions based on our private verse/plot that we wrote in our threads so far!

(Adam having a weird satisfied smile to himself. XD)

[lettherebemonsters]

💫 I can’t keep up with your blog/shenanigans/etc. but I love what you’re doing!

LOL I can't keep up with them either. But thank you do much! <3 <3 <3

[luceifer]

"Lucifer," she called his name with the cold resonance of an ice-pick stabbing through one's core. "Why did my butt squeak when I sat in my chair?"

❝ o𝐡, my love … ❞ a muffled laugh has her looking again just in time to catch Lucifer covering a smile with his hand ; but his bravado is cut slightly by the flush on his face. ❝ sorry, sorry, ❞ he grins, ❝ it’s just—perhaps it had something to say, or maybe trying to get your attention .ᐣ ❞

[lettherebemonsters]

Failure. Came a whisper from the deepest depths of his mind. The voice is eerily familiar and feminine.

Adam smashed his fiat into the glass of his bathroom mirror, his image distorted into a thousand fragments as red (RED!!!) blood flowed between his fingers.

His eyes glowing in the darkness as hatred twisted its way into his heart. Seeing Lillith laughing at him, sitting on her throne. A fucking goddess rewarded for destroying everything he had.

Adam's words like ice.

" I hope you fucking die, bitch."