Let me be your ruler.

The embodiment of sin, the last Morning star— chaos, wrath, indulgence. Sell your soul for just a little more— crave, want, need— I'll give you want you wish, for a price. For what I want, comes before the wants of you, or those you love. [ Private roleplaying blog with limited interaction. NSFW. ]

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[yourabsenceoffaith]

▌▌ ✵  ▌▌—- ; Predatory steps are taken toward the demoness, clasped in front of her. The King of Hell was quite content with the massacre laid out before them-- human souls fleeing toward the fallen angel like magnets. Ethereal grace exuding from the loud clash of wings, no longer able to hide her figure any longer.                                  This demon wasn't stupid.

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[yourabsenceoffaith]

      “Now now—how could you ever suppose that I could possibly change? Surely, you know your own self better than that.” Her expression had appeared confused and yet her body slithered all the closer against her Creator’s form, nose nuzzling along the edge of her jawline. “You know I could never.”

When it came to the conversation of her own creations; the vampires of whom she held every ounce of power over whether they accepted it or not, the Serpent’s lips slowly formed into a malicious sort of smile. “I created them for you and your revenge, didn’t I? They will do whatever I instruct them to.” 

     A chuckle fled full lips, intense crimson optics lingering over Mary's expressions. It was very much obvious that neither of them could change, that even if futile attempts at affection did occur---- there was almost always a bitter beast beneath. Clawing to the surface, eager to savagely destroy those around it. So yes, Lucifer knew herself quite well. Reaching to grasp a bunch of white tresses, the fallen angel leaned closer. No space existing between their bodies now. "Good."     The Creation's answer tugged a delightfully delicious moan from her maker's lips. "That pleases me to hear..." Words fell as murmurs; backing herself up against the closest wall and tangling herself in Mary's form. "I'd love to hear what else you'd do for my revenge, dearest." Apparently the destruction of the human race was merely foreplay for the Devil's violent delights. 

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[yourabsenceoffaith]

          A small but playful pout formed at the corner of her lips then as she kept a gentle hold around her Creator’s waist; relishing in the feeling of her touch all the while. The subject matter of their little witch had almost been a tender one and yet, something about it brought a shiver to the Serpent’s spine; one of joy.

"You still come first, dearest. You know that.”

Bringing about the next apocalypse had been something the two Devil’s had spoken of in passing though it still brought a delightful chill to the Serpent as her lips broadened their smile. “As you wish.” 

    Soothing words fled glossed lips, a simper smearing across them when she finished speaking. "Do not forget, Mary, each life that isn't yours is temporary. ----I don't like loose ends, and as long as you don't change you can keep your pets." There's a tap to the Creation's shoulder, as if to further placate the lesser devil.     Words of work, and damnation quickly became of no use. Listening to Mary oblige was of pleasant reaction; slender digits dancing over pallid white skin. Her revenge would be sweeter than any lover, and that much more delicious. "Your vampires should gladly meet the sun, yes?"

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[yourabsenceoffaith]

        The very sight of her Creator brought a smile to her lips, sharp teeth fully exposed as she slithered her way towards the higher Devil and let both arms wrap themselves around the woman’s waist.

"I am never too busy for you, darling.” Each word hissed past her lips, the tip of her nose nuzzling against Lucifer’s jawline tenderly.

When it came to the crimson haired Devil, the Serpent was all too eager to oblige her in any way possible. They were one and the same after all. “—— the next apocalypse; how exciting!” 

    Lucifer lingered even closer; arms wrapping around that of her Creation's neck. Toying with those wayward white locks at the base of the other's neck, whilst attempting to focus. Slender form arching into that of the taller lesser Devil's; biting at a plump lower lip as she listened to enticing words.     "Never?" Oh, now that was certainly something. "We'll see about that the next time you're playing with my witch, hmm." A palm pressed to Mary's shoulder, lips meeting with the corner of the other's own.     "Yes, once I have my armies rallied---- I say we take out the humans, the angels. And whoever else you feel suited to die... I'll appoint my generals, you find me the fodder, beloved."

[yourabsenceoffaith]

malevolentiaex is now yourabsenceoffaith

[yourabsenceoffaith]

        A bored yawn flees pale lips as the crimson haired Devil descends to the lower levels of her home. Tiny hands effortlessly moving to tie the silken robe around her lithe figure, oceanic optics set on the familiar presence of her beloved Creation. Lately         Lucifer was busying herself with a new pet project, a little blonde she'd found in the Southern states. Simply divine when she screamed, oh yes. However, now wasn't the time to cloud her mind with thoughts of another---- Mary was here, after all.          "Oh, good. You're here, love. Tell me, shall we discuss the bringing of the next apocalypse now? ----or are you busy?"

[yourabsenceoffaith]

          (   digits run through faux blonde tendrils as a sigh                escapes heavily from her chest. the cold was bitter                and harsh; causing her brows to furrow as she                 tugged on her jacket, pulling it closer as if it could                help anymore with the cold that shivered down her spine.                only a few more steps and she’d be at her car, able to                get home and jump into bed without having to out in this                               dreaded cold that she absolutely hated.   )

                                                                              “Excuse me — “

                                        (   the blonde attempts to pass by the redhead who                                          was strangely speaking to herself. not the oddest                                         she has seen; though, she typically tries to avoid those                                                                     who aren’t in their right minds. 

                                        bare hands search for her car keys as she stops                                         in front of a little red Volkswagen Beetle as she                                          spats out a few mumbled curse words, still fishing                                         for those car keys she had just moments ago.   )

        (   prey, innocent; unwilling to notice how weak and              temporary they are. humans. for each one bred              another reason to hate them. nature's bane-----             ignorant, selfish little pricks that deserved to fall              to their disastrous sins.             much to the girl's misfortune, Lucifer had a thing            for pretty blondes. a slender digit moved across             a rose cheek; time stopping around them.               closer. closer; sea foam hues turning crimson with            utter malice in their wake. devour them all; consume.            it was expected of a being fallen from glorious grace.            she who had endured betrayal, a vision of sadistic            tension beyond the bright lights of heaven.              effortless grace warranted a beauty so marred by             the thrall of darkness; being that which created the            foul, decrepit. the beasts which lurked, gorged and            raped. a king on a throne of ash; bodies pilled high            beneath her porcelain skin.            her hand moving slowly over the expanse of Emma's            throat; squeezing lightly. taking them to another plane            of existence; tossing her toward the ground viciously. )            "You'll have no need for keys now, sweetling."

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[yourabsenceoffaith]

      (   a simper [ smears ] itself across full lips; slender           index pressed to her chin. sea foam optics muse           over possibilities for dinner. entertaining massive           amounts of blood, dabbled with hint of humiliation.                      brutalize, devour & harvest the filthy human soul.           there was no preference to which were killed, and            which were forced to endure malicious sessions of           torture. only to be set free into the unforgiving vile           world.            blaspheme was the road of the martyr, those that            possessed souls so sweet---- they dripped nectar           worthy of divinity. not even the relentlessly flay of           hell's wildfire could taint them of this horror.           the starved fallen angel rasps a chuckle---- nearly          ready to strike.           she's been good as of late, better than that even.           oh, but not now. not in this moment of blissful need.          dinner was so close, and Lucifer could almost taste          it.  )          "Ambrosia, won't you indulge a pitiful devil like me?"        

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