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[wulved]

𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙳  ,     𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖐𝖊𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊

Though she rears back like a feral cat he’d found beneath the porch, Darkness remains balanced on the curve of her scaly hip and a palm. Talons poised to shred the cosmos duck beneath the sand, adding another hiss to the ambiance. This sea neither gnashes nor moans, but releases the same intoxicating taste that haunts the hearts of molecular clouds with a hint of salt. Rich patinas of that unnatural combination waft from she who remains half-planted on the sand, her long siren’s tail slick and slightly curved on the sand. Another swash blankets it with ocean. She’s numb to the chill that likely soaks his pant legs and hugs Sodom past his ankles. Darkness has a care to reach across her body and float more spectral notes towards the wolf. At once her protracted claws recede into little points so as not to rend the animal of its pelt prematurely.

“*Vargen ylar i nattens skog…” she sings, turning her unblinking head to follow a distant howl, “**Ylar av hunger o klagar…!” The familiar’s fealty ostensibly in her grasp, she turns her binary black holes towards the Duras, then stretches the length of her own fingers so those arachnoid tines caress under Sodom’s chin and roam north. Her song stems the tide, dulling its roar so her voice can swing from deep space and puncture this new territory of silence. The very edge of her caudal fin lifts and fans ere falling to the foamy swash with ambrosial grace. “***Men jag ska ge'n en grisa svans…” her sharp-toothed simper reaches the animal, who she strokes behind the ear and produces the very item in her allegory: a curled pink pig tail. She offers it to the beast by laying it on the blade of its master’s sword, which continues its dance atop the seawater while she remains static. “****Sånt passar i varga magar.”

The mumble of encroaching thunder threads with her song, dragging each syllable to sinister depths. Not to upset the familiar, she withdraws her hand from its face…though the motion eludes even the keenest eye. She blends completely with the encapsulating dark from her elbow-down. The Duras remains on his knees, somewhat level with her even as Darkness herself is an effigy from the waist-up; still as stone and utterly vacant. Long, saturated hair clings to her bare chest in thick vines, expunging the need for the shifting ether landscape she so often dons. Her long tail, however, retains its opacity. Another incoming wave combs froth and cool waves over it. Then her right forearm upends. At first, all that juts towards the ever-thickening black expanse above is a slate too lightless for the eye to comprehend what it is seeing. She’s kept her claws’ whetted edges, though they are not poised to strike…yet.

Another bodiless, ghostly call rides the wind. Her lips part ever slightly to project those notes. They whorl and elongate while she sings in her eerie high register…and the darkness of her forearm allows a single image to bleed past its otherwise impenetrable depths: vertically stacked X symbols filled with blood. She pinches her brow at the sight of them, then lifts her chin to briefly consider where they might live on his arm. Then a flaming blade cuts under the projection on her forearm’s underbelly…cauterizing the marks and destroying the bond. What remains is the same black bloom as her left arm.

𝔥𝔢    𝔭𝔞𝔶𝔰    𝔫𝔬    𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡    𝔱𝔬    𝔱𝔥𝔢    𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔩    𝔬𝔣    𝔱𝔥𝔢    𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰    𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡    𝔥𝔦𝔪                        for i have felt colder night  ,    and known the glory of divinity’s fiery grasp    /    heaven nor hell holds sway over my heart now                      (    inside  ,    i hear my mother softly weeping  ,    for all that i could have been  ----    and all that i never will be    )                      her blood burns in my veins  ,    that white hot fire that god granted mankind  ----    a fire to pierce the darkest nights  ,    a fire to burn away the evil that lurked at the frothed mouth of hell itself                      (    inside of me there is a war  ,    a battle where the light howls    &    the darkness gnaws endlessly at its power    )                      the darkened sea foam drags icy claws down his legs  ,    as if trying to beckon him into those fathomless depths  .    and once  ,    he may have considered it  .   how often had he stood on the shore of that great lake  ,    eyes cast towards starless skies  ,    wondering if he had the strength to reach the other side

none who enter these waters ever return  ,    laelia’s words had struck him like lightening    /    a fierce pain grasping at his heart suddenly  .    her warning was clear  :    to go to the water was to die  .    still he had stared longingly at that nothingness  ,    at the silence    &   stillness  ,   a glassy reflection of starlight that reminded him of some distant memory                      (    there was peace there  ----    there was no war  ,   nor turmoil    /    there he did not have to hear the screams that pierced the air  ,    and he did not have to smell the blood that seeped into every inch of the ground    )                      flowers  ,    he had learned  ,    grow just as brightly when watered with blood

luka watches with silent reverence as sodom stares deeply into her eyes  ,    and it is hard to ignore the smile that touches his lips at her kind gift  .    the wolf bows its head to her once more  ,   a silent thanks in her silent home  ,   and takes the offering off the glittering blade

and then she is looking into his eyes  ,    and he feels all at once as though the air has left him  ----    as though his lungs    &    throat had been grasped by her taloned claws  .    the emptiness of her gaze captivates him  ,   draws him in  ,    a nothingness as deep    &    as endless as time itself  ----     the universe’s mother  ,    roving endlessly in her sea of black  .    she calls  ,    and the world pauses to hear her song                      (    like a siren she sings  ,    that old lure of yore  ----    calling forth sailors to their doom  .    but you have not brought me into the waters  ,    you have not drowned me    /    instead you show me the first glimpse of hope that i have ever known    )                       far away death’s reaper laughs  ,    as the vision of a flaming blade cuts across the sky with the fury of god

  ❝    i see    ❞                      tears burn fervently behind his eyelids  ,    squeezed shut as the apparition turns into thin air                       (    for a moment it is real  ,    and i see the fire of heaven burn away that which burdens me  ----    for a moment i am free  ,    and as light as air  ,    and i taste that nectar that heaven so often speaks of    )                      but then it is gone  ,    and the darkness comes crashing down like tidal waves  ,    and a pain in his chest as fierce as a dragon’s fire    /    agony wrought across the sharpness of his features  ,    a gruesome death - mask  ,   twisted into pain as his head falls slowly                      ❝    but i do not understand    ❞  

  ❝    i know of no blade  ,    nor of any person who could wield such a thing  ----    ❞    am i to forever dream of the angel at god’s gates  ,    with bright eyes    &    laughter like thunder  ?    am i to see them in my dreams  ,   and reach towards them  ,    my plea for help forever unheard  ----    lost on my lips as i awaken cold    &    starved  ?    a shudder wracks through his body  ,    nails dug into the numbed flesh of his legs  ,    shoulders hunching as he becomes the vision of a fallen angel  ----    begrieved  ,    mourning for that holy light     ❝    is it hopeless then  ,    after all  ?    am i doomed  ?    ❞  

[wulved]

𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘  ,

   ❝  you certainly are persistent.  ❞

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀  /  @wulved

  ❝    𝔦    𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡    𝔦𝔱    𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯    𝔱𝔬    𝔟𝔢    𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱      than dead  ,    my lady    ❞  

[wulved]

i feel like a tl;dr on some of my lore is needed because i essentially built it from the ground up, and the show only gives us like 10% and i had to fill everything else in and i also rewrote a lot .  this will be temporary until i get my ass together to put it all up on a google doc.  hopefully i got everything, but if i missed something i will go back and add to it as i remember

first some of the vocab from the show that i use that’s probably confusing:

zweilt’s / zweilt guardians :  “god’s warriors.” a group of individuals who are continuously reincarnated and gifted with different supernatural powers that aid them in fighting demons and keeping the balance of the world in order

duras :  the word for “demon”

niedertracht :  lowest ranking demons, normally appear in the form of animal like beings ,  with red glowing eyes    &    black crystalline skin

mid-villain :  mid ranking demon, as the name suggests. appear humanoid, but closely resemble sprites or fae. they do have the ability to gain more power and rank up to opast over time

opast :  the most high ranking type of demon, just below the demon king himself. known to be deceptively and strikingly beautiful, usually spotted by their tell tale fangs, claw like nails, and slitted pupils

the demon king :  their ruler of hell, the highest ranking and most powerful demon

infernus :  their version of hell / the underworld. the home of the demon king    &    all demons

the black lake :  a lake that takes up a vast majority of infernus. its waters are pitch black and deep, reflecting only the starlight above. it is said that any who try to journey through it have never returned

lore changes from the show that i personally made    (  if you’ve never heard of the show or read anything about it, you probably don’t need to read this part  )

luze does not exist. the idea of him is stupid im so sorry

the demon king is not “lucifer,” but an entirely separate entity named alcmena

the “bloody cross” is both a branding and a contract / blood pact made between luka and alcmena. this does not make luka his servent as the show suggests, but instead makes luka unwaveringly loyal :  i.e. he cannot directly harm or usurp alcmena’s throne. he can still hold distasteful feelings, and downright hate him, but he cannot commit any acts to betray him. this contract also placed luka as the leader of alcmena’s demon army, and binds him to stay in that position eternally

the zweilt’s know luka’s real name. for the love of god i don’t know why he used the codename zess, that just doesn’t happen. what a weird idea

since the zweilt’s usually retain their memories with each reincarnation, that means they KNOW luka, and he’s close with at least some of them, specifically touko and tsukumo. they consider one another family

luka is the most powerful demon to exist to date

luka has jet black angel wings, we see them in the intro and then never again. he has them. they are hidden most of the time, only visible and tangible to others when he wills it

now luka’s backstory / lore in as short as i can get it

luka is the son of alcmena, the demon king, and an angel named mora crosszeria

from his very birth alcmena was wary of the power luka could possess. the combination of the most powerful demon in existence, and an actual angel was potent, having both divine and demonic blood in his veins

mora noted this, and became afraid of what alcmena would do if left with their son, and she ran away with luka to the mortal world, where she hoped to raise him on her own. 

despite this alcmena still sent demons to watch luka as he began to grow, and after noticing severe power spikes that lead him to believe luka would grow to be more powerful than him, he had mora killed and brought luka back to infernus as a young child

alcmena treated him decently, not well, but not horrible. he never acted as a father, and often passed him off onto a demon named elya to care for him. elya, secretly an old friend of mora’s, tried her best to shelter luka from alcmena while raising him. alcmena mostly just wanted to keep tabs on his growing power, and other than that left him alone

once luka became an adult, alcmena banned elya from seeing him any longer, after gathering that she had spoken ill against him and told luka to follow in his mother’s footsteps. at this point alcmena was well aware that luka had become more powerful than him, and that if he so choose it he could very well usurp the throne. he was lucky, however, because luka himself was not aware of the full extext of his power

now an adult, luka began to speak out against alcmena and defy him, often starting fights wherein his untrained powers would explode and injure alcmena. to stop this, he forced luka into a contract of loyalty. luka did not yet known the full extent of how cruel alcmena was, and did not bother reading the contract. luka was then branded with two blood red x’s on his upper forearm, and the deal was sealed with blood. 

luka was now unwaveringly loyal to alcmena, and would therefore be unable to cause him any physical harm, or to start any sort of uprising against him. along with this, to keep luka busy and exhausted, he put him in sole charge of the demon army. he was to watch after, train, and lead them into battle day in and day out without rest. it was only then luka began to see the full extent of his father’s cruelty. tricked into an eternal contract, and constantly battle torn and exhausted. and because he could not strike alcmena due to the contract, any form of speaking out against him or disobeying commands would result in punishment

eventually exhausted by this ordeal, luka takes his familiar and decides to try to look for the path out of infernus. he single handedly crosses the black lake, and finds a cave that leads to the mortal world

there, he meets yuki giou. a zweilt guardian, and someone he had seen briefly on battlefields fighting against his armies. 

luka and yuki begin to sneak off together to meet, with luka traversing the deadly lake in infernus to see her. eventually luka tells her of the contract binding him to alcmena, and she offers him a deal. instead, he could make a contract with her. a contract bound by heaven, and the divine, would overrule anything alcmena had done. and because of the angelic blood in luka, this contract would be especially binding. in return he would swear to protect her, and to stay by her side. luka agrees. the contract with alcmena is broken, and he never returns to infernus again

luka remains bound to yuki and the other zweilt’s, fighting against other demons to protect them. he is known as a traitor, or betrayer to his kind

npc’s of my creation

alcmena :  luka’s father, the demon king

mora crosszeria :  luka’s mother, an angel 

elya :  one of the first demons created, sister of laelia and phaedrian, represents “speak no evil.” caretaker / adoptive mother of luka. mute, speaks strictly telepathically, lives at the far edge of infernus, deep within a thick woods, exiled

laelia :  one of the first demons created, sister of elya and phaedrian, represents “hear no evil” deaf, resides both in the castle and on the shores of the black lake

phaedrian :  one of the first demons created, brother of elya and laelia, represents “see no evil” blind, the gatekeeper of infernus

wolf mrithun :  the first of death’s reapers, often appeared around luka when he was in infernus, andreas’ love interest

andreas :  a mortal prophet who foretells of luka’s eventual overthrow of alcmena

canon characters

sodom :  luka’s familiar, a giant dragon that often takes the form of a large wolf. found shivering and abandoned as a baby on the shore of the black lake by luka

yuki giou :  “god’s light,” the most important member of the zweilt’s, luka’s love interest and the focus of the show

touko, tsukumo, hotsuma, and shusei :  the other zweilt guardians

takashiro giou :  leader of the zweilt’s ,  immortal ,  in an eternal dogfight with reiga because he killed his girlfriend like 500 years ago

cadenza and elegy :  two high ranking opasts that torment luka, very powerful, ranking just below luka and alcmena. cadenza took over leading the army once luka abandonded infernus

reiga :  basically just the bad guy, hates takashiro which i think is understandable

[wulved]

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙳  ,     𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖐𝖊𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊

Tides crowned in pulverized starlight arrive with a swash of white noise. The very ground on which they stand cannot be trusted, not even when volcanic sand crunches beneath the beast’s paws. Those grains shouldn’t shimmer as they do. Darkness herself leaves no evidence as she slides forward to proffer a clawed hand, akin to his own, bereft of all contrast and dimension. She retracts their reaping blades by the time her palm cups the wolf’s snout…then extends her reach to cradle the animal’s face. She hangs at the edge of the tide. A sleek ether tail extends no less than six feet behind her: from the cinch of her waist to its iridescent caudal fin. Her kelp forest of dark, damp hair hides a hollow back. The Demon King’s progeny has surrendered his weapon. Only by lowering her head can the Abyss glean that blade bouncing with each curl of the surf. There is no horizon for this ocean to contrast. No sky nor grass nor structures of any sort to stake out her emptiness and deem it finite. Nothing lives but the sea, whose illustrious hiss burgeons when she continues her ornamented melody. Kulning normally would pierce the brain, yet Darkness has gentled its harsh pitches as if lulling her infant son. It rides a breeze singed with the intoxicating tang of ethyl formate — raspberry rum — and seared metal.

Luka retains height over Yawning Gap, though she practically lies on her stomach, patting his companion’s cheek. She encourages it to lift its head by emboldening her soft soprano beckon-call. It’s gelid, rootless, yet runnels its way beneath the skin. Another pulsing static-wall lifts like sea spray and hums, carrying her song deeper into her own ever-expanding black. Her balance rocks onto her left hand, it’s so dark that the sand has the faintest ashen texture in comparison, and upends her right above her head; opening her sickled claws like a trough to cradle his woes.

𝔥𝔢    𝔥𝔞𝔡    𝔫𝔬𝔱    𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫    𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱    𝔱𝔥𝔢    𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰    𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡    𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡  ,                      he had not known that there would be a strange kindness to her features  ----    a mortality  ,   a humanness                       (    whether meant to soothe or to deceive  ,    he did not know  ,    and it was not his place to demand such information    )                      whispers had foretold her  ,    strange prayers folded into the pages of scripture  ----    tossed into the lake  ,    with rusted chains holding it tightly shut  .    there were secrets there  ,    things even his father dare not to say  .    to see that uncertainty alight in blood red eyes  ,    that fleeting moment of fear  ,    had ignited hunger in him                      (    he fears that which can destroy him  ----    he fears the day i hold the sword to his throat and demand retribution  ,    he fears the day i learn the power my mother left to rest in my veins    )

  ❝    my lady    ❞                      it is spoken quietly  ,    as if in reverence    /    a prayer meant only for her                      (    i am beheld to no gods  ,    i bow not even at the feet of the father who’s throne beckons my name    )                      i am bound to no one  ----    no thing  ,    and so i am bound to you  .    eternal emptiness  ,    with your sacred darkened skies  ----    vast nighttime  ,    the moon that whispers to you    /    all the universe sets its secrets before you  ,    and waits quietly for the day you call                      ❝    i have come a very long way to find you    ❞                      slowly  ,    he kneels  ,    his own head bowed before her  ,    as if a sinner at the feet of the virgin mary  ,    asking for forgiveness

  ❝    sodom    ❞                      a small gesture to the being that nuzzles into her grasp  ,    head lifting to peer into depthless eyes                       (    there is knowledge in such eyes  ,    a strange knowing  ,   a comprehension  :    all i see  ,   he sees  .    if i must be bound to existence  ,   it is with him as my stead    )                       ❝    my familiar  ,    he finds you comforting    ❞                      for a moment their eyes meet  ,    and through them understanding is shared  .    luka’s fingertips dig into the fabric atop his legs  ,    grasping for what it is that he does not understand  .    sodom huffs a breath  ,    his head tilting into the void’s caring fingers  ----    luka smiles lightly  ,    as if being told an unheard joke    /    an unbreakable bond  ,    steely as thunder between them                      ❝    i am sure you know me  ,    or know of me  ,    as you do all things    ❞  

silver gaze travels down the endless shore  ,    captivated by the peace that exists in such nothingness  ----    the warmth of the quiet                      (    i’m sure you could madden me  ,    kill me  ,    draw my blood with nothing more than thought alone  .    i will wonder  ,   silently  ,   why you are so kind to me  .    i have learned to expect only the harshest touch    )                      a sigh slips into the air  ,    and he forces his gaze back to her holy apparition  ,    and as his mouth opens a sadness fills the air  .    the sound of a heart broken  ,    of a loneliness deeper than the very marrow of his bones    /    a soul crushed underfoot  ----    tears linger in the corners of his eyes  ,    and he tries to bite back the sorrow that pours from him like wine  .    a ghost  ,   a god gutted    &   left on the shoreline  ,    he looks at her with shining eyes

  ❝    please  ,    i have to know if there’s a way out    ❞  

[wulved]

my best friend’s grandad is in the hospital, if you could spare a prayer or a thought for them it would be greatly appreciated

[wulved]

𝔞     𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔣𝔱     𝔤𝔬𝔡  ,                       a boy with a paper crown    /    in the guise of a king                       (    a mortal who beckons life itself  ----     draws down catastrophe in the form of lightening    &    rain  .    above he does not see the gods looking down  ,    frowning  ,    uncertain at this decrepit creation    )                       your brilliance is your madness  ,    a fall from grace to make even the morning star wince with pain at your descent  .    you hit the ground  ;    it cracks  ,    rumbles  ,    your wings are burnt    &    your halo splintered  .    in your mouth is the taste of copper    &    gold  ,   ichor sacrificed in the name of a saint you forgot                      (    is it science or is it magic  ?    perhaps its bit of both  ,    still your blasphemy has called me forth  .   my name etched on the underside of your desk    /    an incantation  ----    wearily drawn out across yellowed pages    )                       ❝    you’re tired  ,    you must not get much sleep doing all this  .  .  .    ❞  

you cannot see me  ,    i lurk in shadows beyond the reach of candlelight  ----    just out of grasp    /    my realness hinged on your belief                      (    phantom or friend  ?    devil or delusion  ?    )                      the sound of a footstep rattles the old floorboards  ,    and beyond the darkness a pair of silver eyes glitters like the full moon                      ❝    everything has a price  ,    i hope you’ve learned that    ❞  

@drfrnkenstn  ,     𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯

[wulved]

𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫     𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰     𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰  ,                     there must be a voice to answer it  .    to leave the void basking in silence  ,   yawning    &   alone would be cruel  ----    but often the thought alone of answering such a daunting croon would bring mortals to their knees                    (    but i have known a darkness similar to you  :    an eternal night  ,    a candleless dungeon  ,    the cold waters of the great black lake  ,    a single hooded figure  ----    shadowed by the wings of a dragon  ,    searching for the unknown    )                     tell me  :    is your existence lonely  ?    do you hunger for understanding  ?    or have you found security in your oneness  ?    a peace in the knowing that you are alone  ,    and that no other will come close to the emptiness that grows within you  ?                     ❝    i consider the darkness a friend    ❞                    his voice is soft  ,    as though not wishing to disturb the slumber of the cosmos  .    but it is loud enough  ,   a soft rumble of thunder in an empty sky  ,   a reminder that angels still watch from the clouds                    ❝    i would have spent many cold    &    lonely nights frightened if i had not learned to love it    ❞  

he sets his sword on the ground before her  ,    and the wolf at his side heels    &    bows its great head                    (    i offer you no contest  ,    nor fight  ,    nor distrust    )                    his eyes are weary as he loosens the dark hood around his head  ,    a crown of black hair set loose into the formless breeze                    ❝    i find that when there is no one else there to listen  ,    the darkness will hold my sorrows for me    ❞  

@folkesange  ,     𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗

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𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠     𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔴     𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢  ,                       like the splintered thorn of a deadly rose  ----    painted deep red  ,    weeping softly                       (    there is magic here  ,   but it is not kind  .    the air tastes metallic    &    rotten    )                      a punishment  ----    he would know  .    it seeps into his bones with every step through the decaying castle  .    darkness  ----    no light  ,    he holds up a hand    &    watches as purple flame erupts in his palm  ,    enough to guide his path  .    each footstep echoes  ,    a lonely cry  ,   a yearning for what once filled these grand halls                       (    song  ,    dance  ,   laughter  ;    their memories are still etched into the walls  .    quiet  ,   haunted  ,   but alive    )                       ❝    you can’t hide from me  ,    i’m not just another villager come to plunder your treasures  .    i know you’re up there  ----    watching    ❞  

@fierte  ,     𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯

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plotting call while i work 😌

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i need to make icons but starter call

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if you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not. And I am out there, very dangerous and I am looking for you. Good luck

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𝔱𝔥𝔢    𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱    𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔰    𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔯𝔶                     it begs    &    demands for worthy sacrifice  ,    a gaping maw yawning into the eternity    /    a starless sky  ,    with not even the moon to guide the path of weary travelers  .    he moves quickly  ,    an animal on the brink of discovery    /    a secret desperate to be kept  .    barely a sound  ,    and he sees them in the distance                    ❝    ----    that’s not what i said    ❞                    his hooded figure carves a path through the darkness    /    glimmering lights hung off the tips of his fingers  ,    lightening dripping to the ground  ----    like ichor    /    like blood                    ❝    you really don’t listen when i talk  ,    do you  ?    ❞  

@hit-grrrl​  ,     𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯

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I    AM    THE    SON    OF    AN    ANGEL  ,     i have commanded armies    &    crossed the great black lake  ,    i have seen heaven    &    i have devoured my enemies  .     i am the sole heir to your throne  ----     and i have come to burn your kingdom down    /     𝔩𝔲𝔨𝔞    𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔷𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔞  ,    original lore    &    universe  ,    est 2017  ,     by echo

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add him on wire

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private  ,     low activity writing blog for     𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀    of   ❝ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 ❞     based entirely on original lore  ,    worldbuilding  ,    rewritting  ,    and npcs  ,    with influence from mythology   &    literature  .    𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫     𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕    (  prev .  bloodycrss  )  ,    𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑬𝑫    𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏  .    by echo    (  he  /  they  ,    21 )

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luka, son of the demon king, realizing the people he’s now sworn to are “god’s warriors”