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WHAT HE FAILED TO REALIZE WAS THAT HIS POWERS reigned within the realm of her own. She held the capability of cutting him off whenever warranted and yet, she had kept that little fact from him for purposeful reasons such as this. It was his own fault really, for forgetting just how powerful she herself was when it came to subjects of the mind and the way she was able to read others. At times, even before they themselves realized. It was a bold move for anyone to go against the Devil, more so for the Devil's teenage son who was at that ripe age of idiotic defiance. His seemingly devious and knowing smirk only caused one of her own that matched almost perfectly, a single step taken in his direction once words were spoken to insinuate a sense of dominance that he would inevitably lose. Should he have to learn that the hard way, she would surely ensure it. When he began to speak again, his mouth suddenly turning into a feigned pout and referencing the other parental figure's certain distaste for Lucifer's threat, she merely broadened her smirk wider. If he was looking to use Larissa against her, he was about to be sorely disappointed in the outcome. The shapeshifter may have held a few strengths against her when it came to particular matters - especially when concerning their son - but that wasn't about to stop Luci from doing whatever needed to be done in order to secure her own sense of dominance over the boy. Regardless of what he might have thought or believed to be true; the Devil was not whipped by any means, by anyone. Not even her own wife. Quite the opposite, in fact. ❝ Oh, no, she wouldn't. But she's not the one in charge of Hell now, is she? ❞ Another step taken forward, eyes keen on him with a steadiness and without blinking. Any reprimand from the blonde would be taken in stride as it always was, which usually always ended in some sort of sexual tryst. Surely, that wasn't a sight Damien wished to observe, though wouldn't that be quite the torture in and of itself. Thankfully for him, she wasn't that perverse. She was, but to an extent when it came to her own family matters.

EXPRESSION REMAINED STAGNANT     ,     SAVE FOR A SMALL TWITCH OF THE LIPS     ;     arms remained across chest     ,     head tilting just the slightest bit in turn.     this was not a dance unfamiliar to him     ,     the destroyer of worlds having had his fair share of disagreements with his mothers     –     well     ,     more so the devil herself     ,     whom the teenager couldn’t help but taunt with cruel words & painful glances.     the beast had grown from his once tender age     ,     no longer the sweet     ,     quiet     ,     boy she once knew.     no more did he wander into her bedroom after having a painful dream     ,     or seek comfort when he hurt himself.     instead     ,     the antichrist chose chaos to walk upon     ;     pain a delectable treat for him     ,     like candy in the largest store in the universe.     something within him rang every time he hurt those around him     ,     & as of late     ,     that included the dear women that had brought him into the timeline.

even as she spoke out malicious threats     ,     hues remained unflinching     ;     quietly observing     ,     like a secretary bird with its favorite prey.     what kind of torment could the fallen angel possibly conjure up in hell     ,     when he was prince there     ?     no one would touch him without fear of repercussion     –     & with his own powers quietly surfacing     ,     time in hell would be like a game of cat & mouse     ,     & he would surely enjoy his hunt.     of course     ,     it would be much too easy     (     & for less entertaining     )     to toy with her that way.     no.     he’d rather play up here.

❛     i believe you heard me     –     quite clearly.     ❜     voice echoed in his vocal chords     ,     orbs never betraying him as they focused upon her.     a pout finally colored features     ,     a hint of emotion sprouting as hues held a mixture of obscurity & feigned tears.     ❛     mumma wouldn’t like that.     ❜     words nearly a whisper as he glanced toward the door.     before corners of lips carefully began to lift into a malicious grin as voice darkened.     ❛     would she     ?     ❜

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@sortilegum from here.

LUCIFER HERSELF SAT IN A NEARBY SEAT wearing a long, tight skinned red dress with a rather long slit along the side exposing a very bare leg that draped over the other. Who was to say one couldn't look stylish while sitting in a medical waiting room? Even her hair was adorned in delicate curls that draped over pale shoulders, giving off the appearance that had somewhere to be afterwards. She did, but that was beside the point. Magazine in hand, she had glanced up at the other briefly to make her comment, a soft chuckle escaping her once inquiry was made. Head shaking just slightly while closing the pages between her fingers. ❝ No forgiveness needed, darling. ❞ She then sets the magazine down upon the small table beside her before eyes slowly glance up towards the anemic one across from her. ❝ We've never met. ❞ Not officially anyway, but there was no need to mention it. Head turns to look over towards the receptionist area that consisted of two women both sitting idly and scrolling through their phones, occasionally tapping away. One was shopping for new lingerie to wear for a man that wasn't her husband while the blonde behind her continued to sext one of the doctor's a few doors down. Lucifer's smirk quickly curled before bringing her attention back. ❝ This place is rather horrid, isn't it? ❞

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ᴀʙsᴇɴᴛᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇ — indie billy loomis from the scream movie franchise. original character and crossover friendly, PLOT DRIVEN, mature and triggering content present, twenty-one and older preferred. penned by char. ( psd credit )

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GODS AND GODDESSES WITHIN THE SPECTRUM OF RELIGIONS merely held different names outside of perspective. They were usually all one in the same ; regardless of backstories and antics. Who was to say which was true and which wasn't? No one really knew for certain. That was the point. All in all, what one thought was the Devil retained the same essence of a similar being and they were all true to an extent. No one was right and yet, no one was entirely wrong. What mattered as a whole was that religion ruled as a whole ; causing chaos and destruction as it was meant to within a realm of obsession and worship. Wars were waged for far less than that alone and Luci fueled herself just the same. She merely took favor of the more popular name and even then, it was contradicting to it's own degree. The natural assumption always being that she held a male presence which, to her, was almost ironic. It comes as no surprise to her to see the hesitation in the vampire's demeanor even when he took notice of Pamela's presence - who was in fact, very much real - enjoying the orgy she felt gypped of years prior when the Maenad had taken hold of Louisiana. Who could blame her? Of course, the blonde female vampire wasn't questioning her surroundings now as to why she had been there in the first place, should Eric choose to end his wish, she wouldn't remember anyway. All she would know was that she had come on her own accord. It was the same for everyone else among them. ❝ Bar it is. ❞ She gestured towards its location before following behind him. With drinks already presented, each to their personal preference, Lucifer picked up the dirty martini and quite casually took a sip while keeping an eye on him. His question causes a single brow to arch as she lowers the glass in hand. This was his wish after all so what she wanted should have been of no consideration and yet, she had to appreciate the inclusion. But the inquiry did cause lips to continue their curl of a smirk before responding with the obvious, ❝ why, all of the above. Of course. ❞

Oblivion’s heron ‘tis called that over potations hovers, he steals the minds of men. With this bird’s pinions I was fettered in Gunnlöds dwelling.

There was a song, one that he hadn’t heard in almost a thousand years, a kind of fable stitched into a song women would sing when they would gather and do chores. Most were just basic rules of life, but others were WARNINGS, they would teach their children. A lot of them were warnings about H E L. The goddess of the underworld. Eric was hardly phased by most things, when you live long enough, time and the world around you become just background, your own usually. Somewhere you play in or play with. But now it is fear he feels, or something close to it. He understands that he has no idea what she is capable of. She must be not only older than him, which is rare, but older than most things. One of those that were there before anything was created. The nightclub is what you would expect. Seeing Pam, he watches as she moves through the crowd, a familiar wicked smirk as she moves to a woman standing on the other side. She had found her next victim or lover, probably both. She is safe, or so she appears to be. If this is Pam if this is real. Hel can create illusions. But he has to snap out of it, has to keep his cool and figure out what does she want. If he makes wishes what does she get? “ We can start at the bar? ” With a smile, one that he uses when he really wants to get his way, he leads her to the long bar across the dancefloor. Drinks appear before them, delivered without speaking. “ And what is it that you would like to do here? What is your cup of tea? Murder? Torture? Fucking? All of the above? ”

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Bedazzled (2000) dir. Harold Ramis

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A SLIGHT CRINGE WAS PROVIDED, THE CURL OF UPPER LIP insinuating a sense of distaste at such words provided. Though the girl's devotion was not the center of aversion, it was the title alone that gave cause for such a reaction. Still, she did not sway from the small curl of a smile that continued to linger while looking upon the other. Hand rising to cup her face in a rather tender way, not wanting to startle her of course, but just enough to show even the simplest of affections. ❝ I am not your Lord, dear one. I am merely a vessel. How you choose to acknowledge that however, is of your own accord. ❞ She detested that word however, LORD, as if to insinuate an improper dominance. Empress, Queen, Mother… would have sufficed, why must everything be considered so masculine in term? Every form of man was created female upon birth before reconstruction within the womb after all, it was the basic design of humanity. And she saw the woman before her as very much so a solely unique composition in comparison to most. ❝ But you shall be useful in more ways than you could ever imagine. That much I can assure you. ❞ If God didn't want her, Lucifer would take advantage. ❝ Talitha, that is your name, isn't it? ❞

Talitha is far from heeding the whims and wishes of her spiritual core. Though she sought a return to its warmth through ministrations of syringes and sweepings, there was always a stark disconnect between the two wavelengths she existed under. The Terran one leapt to faith, to belief and the quietly howled hope that she was being called on once again. The other, the one she'd known only as steeped in the Infernal, was viewed from through a filter at the moment. It was hidden, perhaps on purpose, to prevent her from seeing just how far she'd actually fallen.

"I am ever of service." Plans. For her? Just the hint of the word 'plan' ignited that need within her. That deeply ingrained essence of being chained that she'd come to call purpose. She stood a bit taller then, her eyes focusing in on the eyes of the woman before her. The saviour before her.

"Make thy command clear to me, Lord. I- I need to be of service. Please."

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guess who just signed off on a contract with netflix as well as SAG, starting monday. cant' talk about it because of legal reasons but i can at least say that much. super excited and nervous but mostly, excited.

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THIRTEEN YEARS OR SO HAD GONE BY since the kidnapping of her son. Concern growing constant throughout that time, unable to pinpoint with every ounce of power she possessed. Fury ruled over her, far too many times addressing a God that no longer seemed to acknowledge her existence and so, she had gone feral. Even the relationship between Larissa and herself nearly became severed, though they pulled through decently enough. Time was a fickle thing, even in Hell but every second remained precious. Eventually, truth had been found, but it was already too late. Damien's mind was already compromised until he himself could find the will to accept his reality without influence of the Biblical sense or outside corruption. Regardless of how much Lucifer herself tried, but it was little to no use. It amazed her, really. The amount of power that exceeded her own in these circumstances remained perplexing and only somewhat impressive. But it was the moment that things shifted when Lucifer's attention became suddenly alert ; a calling, but the sensation was all too familiar to which she responded right away. Confusion plagued across her son's mind, that much she could feel instantaneously even before she was able to properly see his face beneath a cloud of night. It wasn't until he emerged that she was able to realize just how much he had grown but then again, after thirteen years, what else did she expect? He was a grown man by now. Sight of him alone couldn't stop the smirk that displayed across semi-plump lips while taking in a deep inhalation of breath. Naturally, their quips with one another hadn't changed, nor did his desire for her as it were. Arms stretched out towards her in silent beckoning though she did not acknowledge nor respond right away. Most mother's would have raced to their child immediately upon seeing them again after such a kidnapping occurred and yet, Lucifer merely stood there, waiting. But eventually, do arms outstretch in order to welcome him without question or hesitation, smirk broadening into a more prominent sort of smile while keeping the hint of tears at bay. ❝ Far too long, my darling boy. Oh, my dear. Look at you. ❞

@bcdazzled questioned: ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜

CRIMSON COLORED NATURALLY PALE SKIN     ,     DISAGREEMENT GONE IN HIS FAVOR     ;     feet began their journey toward the angelic creature before him     ,     only taking a beat to pick up the shirt that littered the ground upon his capture.     basically a rag now within large palms     ,     fabric cut & torn from the fight with the infidelic worms who thought it wise to pick a fight with the devil’s spawn.     despite the annoyance     –     having called upon the deity within his earlier adventure     –     he was still quite content to see her.     something had knocked his memories of the hellish queen out of place     ,     life turned serene for a short time.     not particularly his cup of tea     ,     as he’d much rather remember where he’d come from.     & more importantly     ,     where he was to go from here.     what possible prophecies     ,     or whatever bullshit the humans had conjured up in their little minds     ,     was he to fulfill     ?     well     ,     there was only one being who knew that     – ❛     took ya long enough.     ❜     the man teased with a widening smirk     ,     movement finally coming to a stop once he stood in front of her.     thoughts wandered     ,     everything in his brain still somewhat settling into place     ;     in a few moments the memoirs would all collide     ,     allowing his mind to recall his real family     ,     along with that which had been created for him.     what cruel god would do such a thing to someone     ?     to make him forget where he’d come from all those years ago.     arms finally held out to royalty     ,     silently requesting one of the hugs he’d longed for     ;     though had forgotten exactly why he craved to be held     ,     until now.     ❛     i think it’s been a little longer than a minute.     ❜

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dude trust me *lying, manipulating*

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IT WASN'T SO MUCH A MATTER OF HER WANTING him to make the wish as it was regarding his own inner desires to flourish. Deep down, she knew what he wanted, but there was a time and place for all of that to arise should the occasion call for it. Naturally, he would want to test her, she saw through that simply enough without needing to read his mind. If he wanted a blood-filled orgy, he'd be able to procure one of his own rather easily (she's seen it firsthand). But she wasn't about to argue whatever it was he wanted to spend his wishes on, that wasn't for her to decide. If only he knew just how much of an impact, she had but of course, it wasn't so uncommon for her to have to prove herself first and foremost. With a flick of her wrists, she snaps her fingers together as they're risen above her head, ❝ consider it done. ❞ Though nothing necessarily happens once the snap is initiated. Instead, she directs his attention towards the black Lamborghini Diablo behind him, doors automatically opening on both passenger and driver side that was meant to take them to their desired location. It wouldn't take long to get to her own nightclub nearby, DV8, a scenery she knew the vampire might recognize being a club owner himself. Loud music and an array of different individuals filled with a mixture of vampires and what were considered Fangbangers all eagerly waiting to be devoured in more ways than one. Even Eric's progeny, Pamela could be found among the crowd as they'd soon enter the establishment. Already were people indulging in their own trysts, half naked or already fully bare. ❝ Where would you like to begin, handsome? ❞ The Devil asked, single arm still gripped tightly around the crook of his own while glancing up at him with a devious sort of smile.

So she wanted him to make this wish. For as long as he had been alive, this type of magic was not supposed to be possible, but stranger or strange enough things had happened that it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. His little joke wasn’t a wish, why would it be? It was all that he could make for himself, things that he had partaken many times before. But he had to TEST if she was the real deal or if this is some kind of trap. Maybe some innovative lie. And if that was the case, he’d be happy to rip her fucking head off her shoulders. But if she could make wishes come true. There was ONE thing that he would wish for. A completely selfish wish, one thing that was above all else. To see his MAKER again. Maybe she could bring Godric back, maybe he could be that fucking selfish. “ Oh, I guess I need to say the magic words… I wish for us to attend an extravagant party, where we can partake in bloody orgies and debauchery. How does that sound? ”

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does your new family make you happy?

THE CONCEPT OF FAMILY HAD ONLY RECENTLY become appealing to her, once she found it. Larissa herself being a rather interesting surprise by the development of their relationship and even more so after Damien was born. Talitha too was both unexpected and perplexing but not disappointing. Together, they had all become quite the interesting pairing. But to answer the question simply, ❝ yes. ❞ They truly did, as ironic as that may have seemed. Surely, some would argue that the Devil did not deserve such conventional bliss and yet, she had it anyway. As if she had granted a wish she didn't realize she ever wanted with loopholes she had no intention of pursuing.

@deviaticn | @antiiichristus | @luxminus

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THE DEVIL MATCHED THE OTHER'S SMILE, in no way denying the claim made against her in fact, she'd be the first to support it. She wasn't a Genie, nor would she ever claim to be one. Deals were deals and nothing more, but her line of work was far more complicated than just wishes alone. ❝ No, darling. I am not a Genie. ❞ Though she wouldn't argue a little nice rub every now and then. That was an entirely disparate concept in comparison. What she offered was different and with far more consequences depending on the situation. At times, they were even genuine and pure, but that was determined on both the wish itself and the one wishing. A single brow came to arch at the initial request for a cup of tea, arching even further when that shifted into a want for a bird. She's had some odd requests before and she never outwardly judged them, but she knew too that these were not things the woman before her truly desired. ❝ Choice is yours in the long run, but you know I can't do anything without you saying those two little words. ❞

"Wish for something? Lucifer you aren't a genie, you make deals," Kelsey smiled a little, arms crossed playfully, although gave the Devil the ultimate respect. Standing at the front of the room near the stain glass windows, the light illuminated the floor with color.

"But alright....uhhh a cup of tea?"

She waited. Ah, a cup of tea was too boring, she thought.

She adjusted her glasses and thought a minute, "Alright, alright. How about a bird, a Cardinal bird. The chubbiest one you can think of."

Anything she could think of and it was a fat bird. Wonderful.

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luci, do you think god is/would be happy for you? maybe even proud?

AS COMPLEX AS HER RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD WAS, the stereotypical contradiction that the two were so highly against one another remained both amusing and aggravating. Though it made sense, didn't it? Good and evil were destined to counter one another in such a way where common grounds were dormant. She nearly scoffed, head shaking slightly. Insane to think that God and the Devil worked together to maintain balance and order upon the existence of man. Then again, the so-called rumors hadn't been entirely false. ❝ Would it matter either way? God has His own priorities. ❞

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lucifer, who do you want damien to turn out like, you or larissa?

BOTH WOMEN HELD STRONG CORE VALUES— each a bit different, in their own way. In truth, she would have been content should Damien turn out to be like Larissa or herself. Perhaps, even a bit of both. Larissa held a kind heart and a good soul where Lucifer was manipulating and conniving as part of her job. However, he had a destiny to fulfill, and the Devil's priorities remained always intact first and foremost. ❝ Me, of course. ❞

@deviaticn | @antiiichristus

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WELL, THAT WAS INTERESTING. Not the first she's been encouraged to indulge or partake — and certainly, won't be the last she assumes — but it was always thoroughly amusing. A light chuckle escaping her as chin slowly rises. Though she has to admit, she had expected something far worse by the way he had let it on initially. Not that there was any argument. ❝ Blood-filled orgy and debauchery, I like that. ❞ Especially if she was to be included, the Devil was never one to turn down such an escapade. ❝ Just say the magic words and it's yours. ❞ A taste, if you will could be granted, but he would have to be the one to make that wish. That is, unless he changed his mind for something a bit more tame. Though she doubts very much that he was the type to do so.

There was a very small, very annoying voice that whispered caution. A part that he often ignored, but he couldn’t help but be far more curious. What she was, he didn’t fully understand and in his long life, these types of enigmas don’t happen very often. “ Well, a bit of debauchery there, a small bit of blood-filled orgy here. Nothing too extreme…but as long as you partake. Wouldn’t want to have all the fun myself? ”

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"Does the devil enjoy the company of children?"

LUCIFER ENJOYS THE COMPANY OF HER OWN CHILDREN— adopted or otherwise, but she does not necessarily enjoy children, per say. Even as a mother, she is not very much maternal, but she tries to an extent to the few she cares about (aka: again, her own). When it comes to other children, no. Absolutely not. But she can find some comfort in certain individuals who she feels needs that aspect most and will provide should she want to. It is simply a rarity when she does.

@sortilegum

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BRINGING THE WOMAN FORTH WAS LIKE AN ACCEPTANCE of gratitude. As if appropriating a sense of God's will unto her own accord. Though she knew that wasn't the case, the Devil already began to feel a sense of maternity towards the other, like a guiding light ; to which the young Nephilim might have considered it to be. An Angel brought forth regardless of the fact that Lucifer herself was nothing more than a fallen one just as she. They held that in common, after all and it wasn't often God would smite one of His own so easily. The gesture upon cheek was quickly discarded, losing its fervor once the other began to speak once more. Though that did not take away from the overall instinct of care. Lucifer may have been many things — even outside common misconception — but cruel was never truly one of them. With tears cast aside, a single brow arched in curiosity, realizing in that moment that her presence was not entirely sought in the way the woman might have hoped and yet, she'd persuade her none the less. ❝ Oh darling, I'm far from an Angel anymore. But you'll realize that soon enough. I have big plans for you. Far greater than anything He could have ever given you. ❞

Rising to her feet was hard. Her legs were still a bit weak. Trained, through years of struggle and training, to carry her across continents without rest... but weary now from tar and chaos that coursed within her. A dosage strong enough to kill men, only ever enough to dull her aches... and yet as she held the hand of one sent to aid her, she felt a strength renewed.

There was something in this connection, in the soft touches of her elder, in the way she spoke her name... as if it were an actual identity, and not a prelude to a command. Yes, she felt renewed. And something far more.

"And there appeared an angel unto me from heaven. And through my anguish, my sweat like blood dropping on the ground, yea, did you uplift me..." Yes, she knew. She knew enough, and the knowing was like a cool compress to her fevered thoughts. "I know you. I didn't- I didn't think I would ever be worthy of you."