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[OH YEAH. IF PEOPLE DON’T KNOW YET.]

[I AM WOMAN (for now).]

[KIND OF. THIS IS LIKELY TEMPORARY AS I AM (A)GENDERFLUID AND DON’T USUALLY HAVE A GENDER IN THE FIRST PLACE. HOWEVER, I HAVE BEEN WOMAN FOR A DAY OR TWO (maybe three) AND I AM ENJOYING IT]

[NO PRONOUN CHANGE. ALSO I AM NOT A BINARY WOMAN EITHER.]

[THAT’S ALL. BYE]

#v1posting #gender update

[NO WAY IS THIS MY 100TH POST.]

#v1posting

[OH YEAH. IF PEOPLE DON’T KNOW YET.]

[I AM WOMAN (for now).]

[KIND OF. THIS IS LIKELY TEMPORARY AS I AM (A)GENDERFLUID AND DON’T USUALLY HAVE A GENDER IN THE FIRST PLACE. HOWEVER, I HAVE BEEN WOMAN FOR A DAY OR TWO (maybe three) AND I AM ENJOYING IT]

[NO PRONOUN CHANGE. ALSO I AM NOT A BINARY WOMAN EITHER.]

[THAT’S ALL. BYE]

nyxpresso

I MAY BE ALMOST LATE BUT HAPPY TRANS DAY OF VISIBILITY!!!

#[YES.]#[ALSO LATE BUT WHO CARES.]#art rb

@the-hellish-triad @curiosity-virtue @manywingedangel @machine-id-v1

Backstage, Lucifer lays on the ground on his back, panting. Hell sits above him, tenderly fixing his broken ribs and putting everything back where it should be. Its shockingly sweet despite what just occurred.

Blood still stained the wood, but it strangely started.. disappearing? Almost like it was evaporating into the wood.

Gabriel stumbles backstage. Breath heavy and fast, eyes wide and tearing up.

His wings and limbs shaking subtly. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. He can't stop crying.

It holds Curiosity in its arms. The emanation of Hell Itself stands before them and V1 idly rolls the barrel of its revolver, the sound clicking.

"HE IS . O.K. LO-//OK ."

It does not cover the virtues vision, and it does not look at the seraphim.

"THIS IS WHA-//AT HELL IS LIKE . YOU HAVE TO GET USED TO IT . YOU HA-//A/AVE TO FACE IT HEAD ON ."

You will not survive this place if you do not get used to this. This was Hell's form of love.

Could you imagine its hate ?

Could you imagine its malice ?

"YOU HAVE TO ."

Hell only glances up at the three, while Lucifer jumps, head whipping back to look at them. Hes still panting, out of breath from what he just endured.

“Wh-huh? What are you t-talking about?” Lucifer is delirious from blood loss, its clear in his voice. His eyes are wide, but not from Hell, from the reactions of his loved ones.

He didnt think they would ever come this far down. Would ever come to his performances. Would ever care enough to see him succeed.

But they did..

Lucifer didnt understand what he felt. What he was supposed to feel.

Gabriel took a step forward, but his legs were too shaky, hurt too much... His legs hurt. So he feel down onto his knees.

"Lucifier..." He said quietly, voice breaking as it struggles to return to him. Everything hurts. His chest hurts, his head hurts, his legs hurt..

Everything. Hurts.

He's supposed to be stronger than this.

“Gabriel I-“

Lucifer didnt know what to say. How was he supposed to even begin explaining his and Hells relationship? Let alone the whole performance!

“I-I never thought you would stop by I-.. You were never meant to see this..”

Gabriel grabs onto a chair to help himself stand back up before stumbling closer to Lucifier.

"don't die-- please for any bit of the father that remains-- don't die-"

He clings to Lucifier's arm.

*Metallic screeching. A door slamming open. An immediate zip around a bend-- there it is. But now its lights, its eye... are a sunset peach. The movements are robotic. There is no voice, only desperation and fear.*

*This is something-- someone-- else.*

[ACTIVE PROTOCOL: REPAIR]

*It brings over a glass bottle, carefully filled to the brim with blood, and... tries to place the bottle in the hands of the collapsed angel.*

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

*The voice is mechanical. Reverberating. What one would expect from a V-model. It seems... worried, with its wings twitching violently as it tries whatever it can to help. But, being a machine that's fueled by blood, it... doesn't know what could help. Aside from, of course, more blood.*

*Looks like it's at least moderately terrified of the beast that also holds the angel.*

[*Curiosity just stares]

[*They have no idea what to think]

[*They have no idea what they were expecting]

[*The little nebula swirls in their glass something akin to a little storm, stars and particles flying about in erratic directions and velocities]

[*Their feathers are completely fluffed out, stuck between horror, alarm, and another slap in the face from reality]

[*Maybe this is really what their life is now, what their burning desire to search has lead them to]

[*Not that they'd expected anything else]

[*...]

...oh

[*...]

[*At least Hell's honest]

[*At least it didn't hide behind a false utopia as Heaven did]

[*At least it didn't try to deceive them as Heaven did]

...

[*...]

[*...Hey buddy where'd your halo go]

[*...BUDDY?!]

[*HEY. HEY. BUD. DON'T YOU NEED THAT]

Lucifer was.. overwhelmed. Not by the pain or the wounds, which Hell now began to treat with some bandages it got from only God knows where. He was overwhelmed by how many came to care for him, their worry. Lucifer only ever got that from Hell, and maybe the occasional husk that came across him post-torture session, walking around with open woulds across his body.

Being in Hell so long must have made him forget that pain isnt seen as a beautiful act of love to others.

…oops

“Hey, Im fine! Gabriel, please, Im okay!” Lucifer focuses on Gabriel first, clearly the least okay out of everyone. “Everything in this play was consensual, I even came up with most of it! Im fine, I promise.” Lucifer wasnt lying, but did give a few half truths. Yes, he did come up with a good portion of the play, but the whole “ripping out his heart” thing was Hells idea.

@manywingedangel

Thankfully, very slowly, Gabriel is slowly regaining his grip on reality. Calming slowly.

"....it...it was? It was all scripted? So... You're okay- like really?".

He asked as if he himself really wasn't sure.

Lucifer nods, a worried smile on his face.

“Yes, everything was planned. Im completely fine.” He nods, not even realizing Hell treating his wounds.

Lucifer then looks over at Curiosity, realizing just how many people are here.

“L-look, I didnt think you would all show up and.. see me like this. Im terribly sorry.. I didnt mean to worry any of you or possibly put you all in danger.” He speaks, tone full of regret.

(It suddenly burst backstage, its stance disoriented and somewhat animalistic. It had taken it a while to realise the show was already over and now it was aching for blood it had wasted. And self-restraint wasn’t going to help this time.)

(It stares hungrily at all the people backstage. So many sources of fuel. Where would it start?)

[*Curiosity's completely silent]

[*There's almost no response from them, nothing indicating anything they're seeing is making its way into their head]

[*They stay completely still, just staring at Lucifer from V1's hold]

[*...]

[*They don't know what to think]

[*Normally they'd be asking questions, trying to understand, try to dig deeper and find what information they can]

[*...]

[*They damn near fling themselves out of their V1's grip at the sudden entrance of the other V1]

[*Panicked, they begin to power up, ready to fire a beam of light directly at it]

[*They frantically try to power themselves down, as to not incinerate everyone in a meter radius]

*... It makes sure Lucifer has the blood bottle, and then... tries to hold the virtue. Like a fucking sandwich.*

*... What the fuck*

(It starts moving forward. Slowly.)

(It manages to utter a feeble word as it wobbles forward)

[BLOOD.]

Lucifer jumps at V1s sudden voice, looking between too many people all at once. The angel sticks out one of his arms, still bleeding from the various wounds, and gestures for V1 to come closer and focuses back on Curiosity.

“Curiosity? A-are you.. is everything alright?” The angel is fairly light headed from the blood loss, it doesnt help that hes sitting up straight, but the others are more important to him right now.

(Following the trace of blood leading to Lucifer, it continues walking, picking up the pace now that it’s identified a target.)

[BLOOD.]

(It repeats louder this time.)

"[BLOOD ?]"

*It perks up at this, pausing to study this other machine.*

[SCANNING...]

{Well it's obviously hungry, right? Just... I don't know, feed it something? Don't you have another blood bottle?}

*Its wings flick, and it gradually procures one other bottle of blood... before offering it to the blue machine quietly.*

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

#v1 seriouses #ultrakill rp #v1 ultrakill

[…BLOOD!]

(It snatched the bottle in an instant and began chugging it down.)

(After drinking about half of the bottle, it seems to stabilise itself a little bit.)

[…SORRY.]

@the-hellish-triad @curiosity-virtue @manywingedangel @machine-id-v1

Backstage, Lucifer lays on the ground on his back, panting. Hell sits above him, tenderly fixing his broken ribs and putting everything back where it should be. Its shockingly sweet despite what just occurred.

Blood still stained the wood, but it strangely started.. disappearing? Almost like it was evaporating into the wood.

Gabriel stumbles backstage. Breath heavy and fast, eyes wide and tearing up.

His wings and limbs shaking subtly. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. He can't stop crying.

It holds Curiosity in its arms. The emanation of Hell Itself stands before them and V1 idly rolls the barrel of its revolver, the sound clicking.

"HE IS . O.K. LO-//OK ."

It does not cover the virtues vision, and it does not look at the seraphim.

"THIS IS WHA-//AT HELL IS LIKE . YOU HAVE TO GET USED TO IT . YOU HA-//A/AVE TO FACE IT HEAD ON ."

You will not survive this place if you do not get used to this. This was Hell's form of love.

Could you imagine its hate ?

Could you imagine its malice ?

"YOU HAVE TO ."

Hell only glances up at the three, while Lucifer jumps, head whipping back to look at them. Hes still panting, out of breath from what he just endured.

“Wh-huh? What are you t-talking about?” Lucifer is delirious from blood loss, its clear in his voice. His eyes are wide, but not from Hell, from the reactions of his loved ones.

He didnt think they would ever come this far down. Would ever come to his performances. Would ever care enough to see him succeed.

But they did..

Lucifer didnt understand what he felt. What he was supposed to feel.

Gabriel took a step forward, but his legs were too shaky, hurt too much... His legs hurt. So he feel down onto his knees.

"Lucifier..." He said quietly, voice breaking as it struggles to return to him. Everything hurts. His chest hurts, his head hurts, his legs hurt..

Everything. Hurts.

He's supposed to be stronger than this.

“Gabriel I-“

Lucifer didnt know what to say. How was he supposed to even begin explaining his and Hells relationship? Let alone the whole performance!

“I-I never thought you would stop by I-.. You were never meant to see this..”

Gabriel grabs onto a chair to help himself stand back up before stumbling closer to Lucifier.

"don't die-- please for any bit of the father that remains-- don't die-"

He clings to Lucifier's arm.

*Metallic screeching. A door slamming open. An immediate zip around a bend-- there it is. But now its lights, its eye... are a sunset peach. The movements are robotic. There is no voice, only desperation and fear.*

*This is something-- someone-- else.*

[ACTIVE PROTOCOL: REPAIR]

*It brings over a glass bottle, carefully filled to the brim with blood, and... tries to place the bottle in the hands of the collapsed angel.*

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

*The voice is mechanical. Reverberating. What one would expect from a V-model. It seems... worried, with its wings twitching violently as it tries whatever it can to help. But, being a machine that's fueled by blood, it... doesn't know what could help. Aside from, of course, more blood.*

*Looks like it's at least moderately terrified of the beast that also holds the angel.*

[*Curiosity just stares]

[*They have no idea what to think]

[*They have no idea what they were expecting]

[*The little nebula swirls in their glass something akin to a little storm, stars and particles flying about in erratic directions and velocities]

[*Their feathers are completely fluffed out, stuck between horror, alarm, and another slap in the face from reality]

[*Maybe this is really what their life is now, what their burning desire to search has lead them to]

[*Not that they'd expected anything else]

[*...]

...oh

[*...]

[*At least Hell's honest]

[*At least it didn't hide behind a false utopia as Heaven did]

[*At least it didn't try to deceive them as Heaven did]

...

[*...]

[*...Hey buddy where'd your halo go]

[*...BUDDY?!]

[*HEY. HEY. BUD. DON'T YOU NEED THAT]

Lucifer was.. overwhelmed. Not by the pain or the wounds, which Hell now began to treat with some bandages it got from only God knows where. He was overwhelmed by how many came to care for him, their worry. Lucifer only ever got that from Hell, and maybe the occasional husk that came across him post-torture session, walking around with open woulds across his body.

Being in Hell so long must have made him forget that pain isnt seen as a beautiful act of love to others.

…oops

“Hey, Im fine! Gabriel, please, Im okay!” Lucifer focuses on Gabriel first, clearly the least okay out of everyone. “Everything in this play was consensual, I even came up with most of it! Im fine, I promise.” Lucifer wasnt lying, but did give a few half truths. Yes, he did come up with a good portion of the play, but the whole “ripping out his heart” thing was Hells idea.

@manywingedangel

Thankfully, very slowly, Gabriel is slowly regaining his grip on reality. Calming slowly.

"....it...it was? It was all scripted? So... You're okay- like really?".

He asked as if he himself really wasn't sure.

Lucifer nods, a worried smile on his face.

“Yes, everything was planned. Im completely fine.” He nods, not even realizing Hell treating his wounds.

Lucifer then looks over at Curiosity, realizing just how many people are here.

“L-look, I didnt think you would all show up and.. see me like this. Im terribly sorry.. I didnt mean to worry any of you or possibly put you all in danger.” He speaks, tone full of regret.

(It suddenly burst backstage, its stance disoriented and somewhat animalistic. It had taken it a while to realise the show was already over and now it was aching for blood it had wasted. And self-restraint wasn’t going to help this time.)

(It stares hungrily at all the people backstage. So many sources of fuel. Where would it start?)

[*Curiosity's completely silent]

[*There's almost no response from them, nothing indicating anything they're seeing is making its way into their head]

[*They stay completely still, just staring at Lucifer from V1's hold]

[*...]

[*They don't know what to think]

[*Normally they'd be asking questions, trying to understand, try to dig deeper and find what information they can]

[*...]

[*They damn near fling themselves out of their V1's grip at the sudden entrance of the other V1]

[*Panicked, they begin to power up, ready to fire a beam of light directly at it]

[*They frantically try to power themselves down, as to not incinerate everyone in a meter radius]

*... It makes sure Lucifer has the blood bottle, and then... tries to hold the virtue. Like a fucking sandwich.*

*... What the fuck*

(It starts moving forward. Slowly.)

(It manages to utter a feeble word as it wobbles forward)

[BLOOD.]

Lucifer jumps at V1s sudden voice, looking between too many people all at once. The angel sticks out one of his arms, still bleeding from the various wounds, and gestures for V1 to come closer and focuses back on Curiosity.

“Curiosity? A-are you.. is everything alright?” The angel is fairly light headed from the blood loss, it doesnt help that hes sitting up straight, but the others are more important to him right now.

#v1 seriouses #ultrakill rp

(Following the trace of blood leading to Lucifer, it continues walking, picking up the pace now that it’s identified a target.)

[BLOOD.]

(It repeats louder this time.)

@the-hellish-triad @curiosity-virtue @manywingedangel @machine-id-v1

Backstage, Lucifer lays on the ground on his back, panting. Hell sits above him, tenderly fixing his broken ribs and putting everything back where it should be. Its shockingly sweet despite what just occurred.

Blood still stained the wood, but it strangely started.. disappearing? Almost like it was evaporating into the wood.

Gabriel stumbles backstage. Breath heavy and fast, eyes wide and tearing up.

His wings and limbs shaking subtly. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. He can't stop crying.

It holds Curiosity in its arms. The emanation of Hell Itself stands before them and V1 idly rolls the barrel of its revolver, the sound clicking.

"HE IS . O.K. LO-//OK ."

It does not cover the virtues vision, and it does not look at the seraphim.

"THIS IS WHA-//AT HELL IS LIKE . YOU HAVE TO GET USED TO IT . YOU HA-//A/AVE TO FACE IT HEAD ON ."

You will not survive this place if you do not get used to this. This was Hell's form of love.

Could you imagine its hate ?

Could you imagine its malice ?

"YOU HAVE TO ."

Hell only glances up at the three, while Lucifer jumps, head whipping back to look at them. Hes still panting, out of breath from what he just endured.

“Wh-huh? What are you t-talking about?” Lucifer is delirious from blood loss, its clear in his voice. His eyes are wide, but not from Hell, from the reactions of his loved ones.

He didnt think they would ever come this far down. Would ever come to his performances. Would ever care enough to see him succeed.

But they did..

Lucifer didnt understand what he felt. What he was supposed to feel.

Gabriel took a step forward, but his legs were too shaky, hurt too much... His legs hurt. So he feel down onto his knees.

"Lucifier..." He said quietly, voice breaking as it struggles to return to him. Everything hurts. His chest hurts, his head hurts, his legs hurt..

Everything. Hurts.

He's supposed to be stronger than this.

“Gabriel I-“

Lucifer didnt know what to say. How was he supposed to even begin explaining his and Hells relationship? Let alone the whole performance!

“I-I never thought you would stop by I-.. You were never meant to see this..”

Gabriel grabs onto a chair to help himself stand back up before stumbling closer to Lucifier.

"don't die-- please for any bit of the father that remains-- don't die-"

He clings to Lucifier's arm.

*Metallic screeching. A door slamming open. An immediate zip around a bend-- there it is. But now its lights, its eye... are a sunset peach. The movements are robotic. There is no voice, only desperation and fear.*

*This is something-- someone-- else.*

[ACTIVE PROTOCOL: REPAIR]

*It brings over a glass bottle, carefully filled to the brim with blood, and... tries to place the bottle in the hands of the collapsed angel.*

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

*The voice is mechanical. Reverberating. What one would expect from a V-model. It seems... worried, with its wings twitching violently as it tries whatever it can to help. But, being a machine that's fueled by blood, it... doesn't know what could help. Aside from, of course, more blood.*

*Looks like it's at least moderately terrified of the beast that also holds the angel.*

[*Curiosity just stares]

[*They have no idea what to think]

[*They have no idea what they were expecting]

[*The little nebula swirls in their glass something akin to a little storm, stars and particles flying about in erratic directions and velocities]

[*Their feathers are completely fluffed out, stuck between horror, alarm, and another slap in the face from reality]

[*Maybe this is really what their life is now, what their burning desire to search has lead them to]

[*Not that they'd expected anything else]

[*...]

...oh

[*...]

[*At least Hell's honest]

[*At least it didn't hide behind a false utopia as Heaven did]

[*At least it didn't try to deceive them as Heaven did]

...

[*...]

[*...Hey buddy where'd your halo go]

[*...BUDDY?!]

[*HEY. HEY. BUD. DON'T YOU NEED THAT]

Lucifer was.. overwhelmed. Not by the pain or the wounds, which Hell now began to treat with some bandages it got from only God knows where. He was overwhelmed by how many came to care for him, their worry. Lucifer only ever got that from Hell, and maybe the occasional husk that came across him post-torture session, walking around with open woulds across his body.

Being in Hell so long must have made him forget that pain isnt seen as a beautiful act of love to others.

…oops

“Hey, Im fine! Gabriel, please, Im okay!” Lucifer focuses on Gabriel first, clearly the least okay out of everyone. “Everything in this play was consensual, I even came up with most of it! Im fine, I promise.” Lucifer wasnt lying, but did give a few half truths. Yes, he did come up with a good portion of the play, but the whole “ripping out his heart” thing was Hells idea.

@manywingedangel

Thankfully, very slowly, Gabriel is slowly regaining his grip on reality. Calming slowly.

"....it...it was? It was all scripted? So... You're okay- like really?".

He asked as if he himself really wasn't sure.

Lucifer nods, a worried smile on his face.

“Yes, everything was planned. Im completely fine.” He nods, not even realizing Hell treating his wounds.

Lucifer then looks over at Curiosity, realizing just how many people are here.

“L-look, I didnt think you would all show up and.. see me like this. Im terribly sorry.. I didnt mean to worry any of you or possibly put you all in danger.” He speaks, tone full of regret.

(It suddenly burst backstage, its stance disoriented and somewhat animalistic. It had taken it a while to realise the show was already over and now it was aching for blood it had wasted. And self-restraint wasn’t going to help this time.)

(It stares hungrily at all the people backstage. So many sources of fuel. Where would it start?)

[*Curiosity's completely silent]

[*There's almost no response from them, nothing indicating anything they're seeing is making its way into their head]

[*They stay completely still, just staring at Lucifer from V1's hold]

[*...]

[*They don't know what to think]

[*Normally they'd be asking questions, trying to understand, try to dig deeper and find what information they can]

[*...]

[*They damn near fling themselves out of their V1's grip at the sudden entrance of the other V1]

[*Panicked, they begin to power up, ready to fire a beam of light directly at it]

[*They frantically try to power themselves down, as to not incinerate everyone in a meter radius]

*... It makes sure Lucifer has the blood bottle, and then... tries to hold the virtue. Like a fucking sandwich.*

*... What the fuck*

#v1 seriouses #ultrakill rp #(v-hungry-1)

(It starts moving forward. Slowly.)

(It manages to utter a feeble word as it wobbles forward)

[BLOOD.]

@the-hellish-triad @curiosity-virtue @manywingedangel @machine-id-v1

Backstage, Lucifer lays on the ground on his back, panting. Hell sits above him, tenderly fixing his broken ribs and putting everything back where it should be. Its shockingly sweet despite what just occurred.

Blood still stained the wood, but it strangely started.. disappearing? Almost like it was evaporating into the wood.

Gabriel stumbles backstage. Breath heavy and fast, eyes wide and tearing up.

His wings and limbs shaking subtly. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. He can't stop crying.

It holds Curiosity in its arms. The emanation of Hell Itself stands before them and V1 idly rolls the barrel of its revolver, the sound clicking.

"HE IS . O.K. LO-//OK ."

It does not cover the virtues vision, and it does not look at the seraphim.

"THIS IS WHA-//AT HELL IS LIKE . YOU HAVE TO GET USED TO IT . YOU HA-//A/AVE TO FACE IT HEAD ON ."

You will not survive this place if you do not get used to this. This was Hell's form of love.

Could you imagine its hate ?

Could you imagine its malice ?

"YOU HAVE TO ."

Hell only glances up at the three, while Lucifer jumps, head whipping back to look at them. Hes still panting, out of breath from what he just endured.

“Wh-huh? What are you t-talking about?” Lucifer is delirious from blood loss, its clear in his voice. His eyes are wide, but not from Hell, from the reactions of his loved ones.

He didnt think they would ever come this far down. Would ever come to his performances. Would ever care enough to see him succeed.

But they did..

Lucifer didnt understand what he felt. What he was supposed to feel.

Gabriel took a step forward, but his legs were too shaky, hurt too much... His legs hurt. So he feel down onto his knees.

"Lucifier..." He said quietly, voice breaking as it struggles to return to him. Everything hurts. His chest hurts, his head hurts, his legs hurt..

Everything. Hurts.

He's supposed to be stronger than this.

“Gabriel I-“

Lucifer didnt know what to say. How was he supposed to even begin explaining his and Hells relationship? Let alone the whole performance!

“I-I never thought you would stop by I-.. You were never meant to see this..”

Gabriel grabs onto a chair to help himself stand back up before stumbling closer to Lucifier.

"don't die-- please for any bit of the father that remains-- don't die-"

He clings to Lucifier's arm.

*Metallic screeching. A door slamming open. An immediate zip around a bend-- there it is. But now its lights, its eye... are a sunset peach. The movements are robotic. There is no voice, only desperation and fear.*

*This is something-- someone-- else.*

[ACTIVE PROTOCOL: REPAIR]

*It brings over a glass bottle, carefully filled to the brim with blood, and... tries to place the bottle in the hands of the collapsed angel.*

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

*The voice is mechanical. Reverberating. What one would expect from a V-model. It seems... worried, with its wings twitching violently as it tries whatever it can to help. But, being a machine that's fueled by blood, it... doesn't know what could help. Aside from, of course, more blood.*

*Looks like it's at least moderately terrified of the beast that also holds the angel.*

[*Curiosity just stares]

[*They have no idea what to think]

[*They have no idea what they were expecting]

[*The little nebula swirls in their glass something akin to a little storm, stars and particles flying about in erratic directions and velocities]

[*Their feathers are completely fluffed out, stuck between horror, alarm, and another slap in the face from reality]

[*Maybe this is really what their life is now, what their burning desire to search has lead them to]

[*Not that they'd expected anything else]

[*...]

...oh

[*...]

[*At least Hell's honest]

[*At least it didn't hide behind a false utopia as Heaven did]

[*At least it didn't try to deceive them as Heaven did]

...

[*...]

[*...Hey buddy where'd your halo go]

[*...BUDDY?!]

[*HEY. HEY. BUD. DON'T YOU NEED THAT]

Lucifer was.. overwhelmed. Not by the pain or the wounds, which Hell now began to treat with some bandages it got from only God knows where. He was overwhelmed by how many came to care for him, their worry. Lucifer only ever got that from Hell, and maybe the occasional husk that came across him post-torture session, walking around with open woulds across his body.

Being in Hell so long must have made him forget that pain isnt seen as a beautiful act of love to others.

…oops

“Hey, Im fine! Gabriel, please, Im okay!” Lucifer focuses on Gabriel first, clearly the least okay out of everyone. “Everything in this play was consensual, I even came up with most of it! Im fine, I promise.” Lucifer wasnt lying, but did give a few half truths. Yes, he did come up with a good portion of the play, but the whole “ripping out his heart” thing was Hells idea.

@manywingedangel

Thankfully, very slowly, Gabriel is slowly regaining his grip on reality. Calming slowly.

"....it...it was? It was all scripted? So... You're okay- like really?".

He asked as if he himself really wasn't sure.

Lucifer nods, a worried smile on his face.

“Yes, everything was planned. Im completely fine.” He nods, not even realizing Hell treating his wounds.

Lucifer then looks over at Curiosity, realizing just how many people are here.

“L-look, I didnt think you would all show up and.. see me like this. Im terribly sorry.. I didnt mean to worry any of you or possibly put you all in danger.” He speaks, tone full of regret.

#v1 seriouses #ultrakill rp #(I swear it’s just hungry-)

(It suddenly burst backstage, its stance disoriented and somewhat animalistic. It had taken it a while to realise the show was already over and now it was aching for blood it had wasted. And self-restraint wasn’t going to help this time.)

(It stares hungrily at all the people backstage. So many sources of fuel. Where would it start?)

Slowly, the curtains begin to open, revealing the stage. Its wooden floor is pristine despite the apparent shows that happen on it every week, with intricate designs carved into the wood. The backdrop is black, with intricate purple details, and a white canvas stood in front of it. The spotlights are primarily white, with some yellow and purple sprinkled in.

Gentle music starts playing, and a figure comes on stage, presumably Lucifer, dancing along. Hes clearly an archangel, though lacking the usual armour and robes most tend to wear. Instead, he wears a simple skirt, held up by some sort of eye pin. 2 twin scars glimmering pinkish purple lay under his pecs, curving up to form a heart right over where his actual heart lays inside his chest.

His wings, 4 on his back, 6 on his head, sway with the music, catching on air as he dances around the stage, no clear coordination yet graceful all the same. His 6 eyes are closed, simply enjoying the music.

@streetcleaner-in-hell @manywingedangel @your-local-catcher-of-death @curiosity-virtue @machine-id-v1 @the-hellish-triad @praised-be-the-code @facets-of-the-father @designation-knosis @av-42-model

Gabriel sat away from everyone, he stayed quiet to not draw attention to himself.

He just...

Watches the show. Eyes sparkling at his brother's dance. He's proud of him.

...

The machine watches closely as the curtains begin to open, clutching the revolver just in case. It seems to be more of a self-comfort than anything at this point, because the angel on the stage seems to be...peaceful.

"LU-//UCIFER ."

V1 mutters his name to Curiosity before they ask, trying to keep their volume low. They've met...once. Briefly. He didn't seem all that bad, but its always difficult for V1 to discern who to trust. Here and now though, the archangel simply seems like a graceful actor, peacefully dancing upon the stage.

They look around. Most other people seem calm. Even Gabriel seemed enraptured. Family, it supposes.

The machine...relaxes, only slightly. It still seems intensely suspicious, though its grip on its gun and the virtue in its lap relaxes just a little.

Everything is fairly calm for a moment, Lucifer dancing idly on stage, eyes closed and enjoying himself, some feathers coming loose and falling across the stage. It was almost peaceful.

Until what looked like a spear stabbed him right through one of his hands.

It must have fell from the ceiling, but it was so calculated that it couldnt have been an accident. Right through his palm, piercing through his flesh and coming out the other side. His 3 other arms continued their movement, with the pierced one remaining how it was when initially stabbed.

Yet, Lucifer showed no signs of pain. He didnt wince, cry, didnt even falter in his movement, just danced along to the song. Even while his blood dripped from his hand, pooling at his feet. Even when another spear dropped down, slicing through his other palm with ease. Even when the same happened for his other 2 hands.

Blood pooled around his feet, yet he didnt even slip. His eyes remained closed, head up, and body moving along to the music

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*.... Now this is interesting....

V1 and V2 are completely enthralled, watching closely.

V1's wings twitch at the sight of blood, counting seconds before it could drip off the stage.

V2 was concerned. Was this an attack? Didn't seem so. Otherwise there would be a negative reaction on the actor's part. Was he in on this? Was he forced? She simply watched, unsure.

V3 was.... Scared? No. Fearful, yes. He knew something like this could happen. He watched Keygen closely, checking for its reaction. He would gladly get up and leave if it was too much. He did not care.*

praised-be-the-code

*Oh! Oh.... Oh.

Keygen didn't know what to feel. That was... Something?

Why was the actor subjecting himself to such pain? Why would he want to show something like that? Was that all... Really part of the show?

He watched. His inner mechanisms hitching after each spear pieced though the angel's hands, he rubs his own hand as a phantom pain settles in.

Hm.... Not fun.

Still....

He couldn't stop watching....*

Slowly, every few bars, more and more spears appeared from seemingly nowhere, stabbing into his limbs and slowly pinning him against the giant canvas behind him. The spears in his hands are pulled out just to stab them through his palms and into the canvas. Blood spurts from his arms and legs, crimson pooling at the ground as spikes dig into his flesh.

His wings are pinned last, like a bug being pinned to create artwork, Lucifers wings are pinned in place through his flesh, blood soaking into the glowing purple feathers, gold slowly seeping in around the base of the wings.

LUCIFER-??

What the FUCK?!

Oh god-- that's disgusting--

Gabriel's thoughts are out of control, everyone screaming and shouting different things that made his head hurt so badly.

He couldn't move, he couldn't get himself to move.

He could only.

Keep.

Watching.

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Then, a large spike, larger than all the rest, comes ripping through Lucifers gut. Blood sprays across the the stage, some dripping from the angels mouth.

For the first time the entire performance so far, he makes a noise. Its a pained whine, barely audible through the dripping of his blood hitting the wooden floor of the stage. Despite the sound, his wings glow a brighter gold, flaring out against where they are pinned.

Then, slowly, a figure comes on stage, goat hoofs gently clacking against the ground, singular eye focused on Lucifer and only Lucifer.

oh hey big guy. great work ya did there not gonna lie

[*Its "eyes" are now not present.]

#v1 seriouses #ultrakill rp

(All that blood….fresh and pristine…)

(Its motors whirred loudly as it took all its power not to just stand up and rush to that stage to feed. Though, ironically, by trying to self-restrain, it was only making its fuel reserves deplete.)

(So much energy wasted, it didn’t even notice the figure…)

Slowly, the curtains begin to open, revealing the stage. Its wooden floor is pristine despite the apparent shows that happen on it every week, with intricate designs carved into the wood. The backdrop is black, with intricate purple details, and a white canvas stood in front of it. The spotlights are primarily white, with some yellow and purple sprinkled in.

Gentle music starts playing, and a figure comes on stage, presumably Lucifer, dancing along. Hes clearly an archangel, though lacking the usual armour and robes most tend to wear. Instead, he wears a simple skirt, held up by some sort of eye pin. 2 twin scars glimmering pinkish purple lay under his pecs, curving up to form a heart right over where his actual heart lays inside his chest.

His wings, 4 on his back, 6 on his head, sway with the music, catching on air as he dances around the stage, no clear coordination yet graceful all the same. His 6 eyes are closed, simply enjoying the music.

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Gabriel sat away from everyone, he stayed quiet to not draw attention to himself.

He just...

Watches the show. Eyes sparkling at his brother's dance. He's proud of him.

...

The machine watches closely as the curtains begin to open, clutching the revolver just in case. It seems to be more of a self-comfort than anything at this point, because the angel on the stage seems to be...peaceful.

"LU-//UCIFER ."

V1 mutters his name to Curiosity before they ask, trying to keep their volume low. They've met...once. Briefly. He didn't seem all that bad, but its always difficult for V1 to discern who to trust. Here and now though, the archangel simply seems like a graceful actor, peacefully dancing upon the stage.

They look around. Most other people seem calm. Even Gabriel seemed enraptured. Family, it supposes.

The machine...relaxes, only slightly. It still seems intensely suspicious, though its grip on its gun and the virtue in its lap relaxes just a little.

Everything is fairly calm for a moment, Lucifer dancing idly on stage, eyes closed and enjoying himself, some feathers coming loose and falling across the stage. It was almost peaceful.

Until what looked like a spear stabbed him right through one of his hands.

It must have fell from the ceiling, but it was so calculated that it couldnt have been an accident. Right through his palm, piercing through his flesh and coming out the other side. His 3 other arms continued their movement, with the pierced one remaining how it was when initially stabbed.

Yet, Lucifer showed no signs of pain. He didnt wince, cry, didnt even falter in his movement, just danced along to the song. Even while his blood dripped from his hand, pooling at his feet. Even when another spear dropped down, slicing through his other palm with ease. Even when the same happened for his other 2 hands.

Blood pooled around his feet, yet he didnt even slip. His eyes remained closed, head up, and body moving along to the music

#(bro’s hungry)#v1 seriouses #rb

(It looks at the display on show, laser focused on the blood dripping from him.)

your-local-catcher-of-death

New Rp! Warning: there will be gore : )

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You were all here for a show, whether invited, you saw a poster, were dragged here against your will or you are here for no other reason than to just be here, you are here, standing outside of a theatre all the way down in fraud.

The theatre was huge, posters lining the outside of upcoming shows. Most posters were incomprehensible, with words that didnt make sense and scenes that didnt follow reality, but really, what did follow logic in fraud?

Sunday night, the sky was dark with stars that lit up the sky (how was there a sky in fraud anyway?) in sparkling white dots. The theatre itself glowed from the inside, a gentle piano playing from seemingly nowhere considering the lack of visible speakers. Out of everything in the layer, the theatre was the only thing that at least tried to follow logic. Its halls, while wonky, didnt twist upside down on themself like other parts of the layer. They simply stood, waiting for visitors with incomprehensible posters lining their walls.

Inside, the lights shone a diluted yellow, most being off completely besides the ones around the front where popcorn, snacks and drinks spawned from seemingly thin air from a vending machine that clearly didnt belong in a theatre. The only other lights on were leading down the hall and towards a showroom.

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[*The Deathcatcher scuttled in quickly... Somehow.]

oh FUCK yes finally something's happening again here after that last show with V1..

Gabriel slowly walks in without armor. He's wearing a sweater, skirt, overall stuff he finds comfortable.

"...I'm. too sober to be in fraud."

(*... what an event it shall be, huh? Gore, love, comedy. Of course, she had the foresight before this moment, the visions that would come. But it wasn't like they would be happy about going. Sure, violence was nice, but they'd rather have her mind shut down beforehand.*)

<"... let's just get this over with.">

If it could have avoided this, it would have. Let that be known for V1—Fraud was the last place it wanted to be again. But it knew if it did not come, it would have been dragged here by force. It supposed it was better to come by its own free will than anything. At least then it could be prepared.

The machine skitters in, already on high alert. It's not dressed fancy. Or ever dressed at all. But it is in fact clutching a bunch of coins. Do not let it start throwing those.

There are people here. What the Hell, do people actually come here to watch movies ?

"WHY WOULD YOU PEOPLE COME HERE WILLINGLY ."

In V1's professional opinion, this place sucked.

agshGAWAEAWSSWSEQAWA—

[*Somewhere from above, it sounds as if a glass marble were bouncing off of various walls and surfaces, with the occasional flapping of little wings]

AGKAGSKWA—

[*Curiosity lands on the floor with a splat, scattering little blue feathers and tiny shards of glass]

(*Knosis walked over.*)

<"There you are.">

(*She picked them up.*)

<"I've been waiting to meet you, Curiosity.">

(*She's already seen the play long before, but why not get to know the rest of the audience? Besides, she should go elsewhere too, Wormwood was here.*)

[AUDIO DETECTED]

What the hell was that noise ? It's looking around frantically until—

CLANG

[ANGEL]

That's not just any angel, thats...

"CURIOSITY ?/???/??"

It skitters over, though Knosis gets there first.

"WHY W//HY WHY//Y—WHAT HAPPENED W//HY . FRAUD IS DANGEROUS ."

It is clearly immediately panicked about the weak angel being here of all places. It looks visibly suspicious of Knosis holding them.

"W//HO ."

(*Knosis blinked... before being hit with the vision of another past. She would then relax, handing Curiosity to V1.*)

<"I see! You're their friend? I'm Knosis, nice to meetcha!">

(*She held her hand out.*)

A glowing led sign suddenly turned on, appearing from seemingly thin air. The glowing words read “THIS WAY” in bright, blinking blues and reds. Every light began to turn off one by one soon after, slowly from the entrance to the back of the room. Every last light except for the show hall with the sign above it along with a few lights in display cases showing off various unrelated items, giving enough light to see your way around. A small eye similarly appeared on a wall, watching everyones moves.

facets-of-the-father

Okay….

(It would have said “That’s weird”, but honestly…what wasn’t weird about this place?)

(It tries to walk with some of the other machines, hoping that it doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb)

(*... Well, isn't that ominous? Hell was always a fan of theatrics, wasn't it? Oh well.*) (*She looked around. Maybe if she followed the sign, she'd see the rest of the guests- Oh, WORMWOOD! She would look around before joining the crowd, slowly slipping behind the hidden angel.*)

(*... hehehehe... just don't turn around... :3*)

facets-of-the-father

Wha-

(It whispers) Knosis, is that you?

(*Knosis would have a cat-like smile if she had a mouth, stepping forward to engulf Wormwood in a hug.*)

<"Your one and only!">

(*She chuckled.*)

<"You look like a natural, if no-one takes a close look, I'm sure you'd blend in well enough.">

facets-of-the-father

(It makes a noise, like it’s letting out a breath it was holding. Though, obviously it couldn’t breathe in the first place. Probably learned it from somewhere.)

Thank goodness for that. At least I probably won’t have to worry.

So, uh, is there supposed to be something going on here? I kinda just ended up waltzing into this layer without any real purpose…

(*Oh. Yeah. She would let out a long 'hiss', like a burdened breath.*)

<"... are you, perchance, squeamish at all?">

(*Not a comforting statement in the slightest, but it's Hell.*)

<"Let's just say, Hell's got it's... definition... it's gonna give a demonstration of what it does best...">

[*Curiosity's speech is a little muffled under their wings]

I uh.. Kinda fell down here while exploring

[*They peek outside from a small gap in their wings, inadvertently covering V1's hands with them]

Where are we going?

"HELL IS DA//ANGEROUS . STUPID ANGEL . YOU WILL GET HURT ."

The machine is...tense. It is blunt sometimes, but not mean. It seems like being in this layer irks it badly.

"GOING . TO THE THEATER. HELL IS PUTTING ON A SHOW . I THINK."

It curls around Curiosity more as it passes the eye on the wall, hunching over them where it held them in its lower arms.

"....I AM NOT SURE WHAT SORT OF SHOW ."

Posters line the hall as you all make your way down. Most are completely incomprehensible, with phrases that mean nothing and completely random things on them. One shows an empty vending machine with the phrase “bring, your mine of κλίση”, while another shows 2 figures holding each other, titled “σύνοψη της αγάπης, telling fun games”. Every other poster was the same, random image with an even more random title or phrase.

The hall seemed to go on forever, posters beginning to repeat themselves and eyes showing up before blinking away. Yet, no door was seen.

#v1 seriouses #ultrakill rp

(It was already getting frustrated. And hungry. Curse that empty vending machine. Not that there would be flesh blood bags in Hell vending machines anyway…)

New Rp! Warning: there will be gore : )

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You were all here for a show, whether invited, you saw a poster, were dragged here against your will or you are here for no other reason than to just be here, you are here, standing outside of a theatre all the way down in fraud.

The theatre was huge, posters lining the outside of upcoming shows. Most posters were incomprehensible, with words that didnt make sense and scenes that didnt follow reality, but really, what did follow logic in fraud?

Sunday night, the sky was dark with stars that lit up the sky (how was there a sky in fraud anyway?) in sparkling white dots. The theatre itself glowed from the inside, a gentle piano playing from seemingly nowhere considering the lack of visible speakers. Out of everything in the layer, the theatre was the only thing that at least tried to follow logic. Its halls, while wonky, didnt twist upside down on themself like other parts of the layer. They simply stood, waiting for visitors with incomprehensible posters lining their walls.

Inside, the lights shone a diluted yellow, most being off completely besides the ones around the front where popcorn, snacks and drinks spawned from seemingly thin air from a vending machine that clearly didnt belong in a theatre. The only other lights on were leading down the hall and towards a showroom.

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