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im literally her in a different front 💔

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"but they hate eachother" "this ship makes no sense" "that would never be canon" "they're only friends" "but one of them is already dating someone" "they'd be toxic together" don't caaaare I'm consuming media of them being insane about each other and falling in love in situations you couldn't fathom

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Snugglebugs♡𖢥 they may be attempting to fuse...

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Ok, what is this ganre of characters called?

The gays with their blond cunty bob, a goth-ish style and an affinity for fire?

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white girl pop music my beloved

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I present to you all...The King of Pride! 👑🍎

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The day after Vox won the Hell’s hottest poll ✨📺

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Vox would def make personalized Alastor audios for himself 💀📺

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Alastor’s heart leaps into his throat as Lucifer directs his attention out the window. Charlie and Vaggie were in the gardens, toting a rolled up blanket and large picnic basket under their arms. They’re laughing and bumping into each other, the picture of what a healthy, stable couple should be.

It’s the Lucifer close behind them that makes the hair on the back of Alastor’s neck rise. He glances quickly to the side, at the Lucifer standing next to him, hands clasped over his apple cane and his eyes lidded. Relaxed, despite his amused smile as he stared out into the garden as well.

The clone outside is a perfect copy. The way he moves, quick and energetic, laughing at something Charlie says and then holding out his hands, as if to take the basket. She laughs back and keeps it out of his reach. It’s movements are so fluid and smooth, its behavior so natural, that Alastor wouldn’t have assumed it was a clone at all.

“Impressive, isn’t,” Lucifer says.

Alastor doesn’t respond.

“And you know what the best part is?”

He still doesn’t respond but goosebumps rise on his skin when he feels Lucifer’s attention turn on him more than he actually sees it. His voice feels the slightest bit closer. Quieter, as if not wanting the shadows in the empty room to overhears. A secret only for them.

“It gives me the perfect alibi.”

A cold chill shot up Alastor’s spine and this time he turns his head to look at him. “And what do you intend on doing?”

Lucifer’s lips quirk higher, ever so slightly. “Well, that’s up to you, isn’t it?”

A moment of silence stretches between them and when Alastor can’t take the cool intensity in Lucifer’s eyes, he looks back out the window and nods at the group. “Won’t Charlie be able to tell the difference between her dad and a clone?”

Lucifer’s smile opens into a display of teeth, and despite him staying where he’s at, it feels as though they’re hovering over the back of Alastor’s neck, not waiting for a moment to sink into his flesh, but biding its time. His next words makes Alastor heart slam into his ribcage.

“Who says she’s with a clone?”

His eyes snap to the Lucifer beside him, then to the one outside. He studies the man tucking a flower in Charlie’s braid, the look of deep fondness in his eyes that could only be found in a parent looking at their child. Alastor searches for a hitch in its performance. A crinkle in his bow to indicate he was focusing on using his magic. A slip-up in his movements due to the split in his psyche.

He looks at the Lucifer next to him, who’d gone back to watching the group outside, and looks for the same tells, but his face is smooth and his posture relaxed. A stark difference from the bubbling entity that had finally weaseled the picnic basket out of Charlie’s hands so she and Vaggie could pull ahead.

“It’s uncanny,” Lucifer says, voicing Alastor’s thoughts. “There’s no way to tell. But it does beg the question…”

Suddenly, the Lucifer outside turns and looks up at the house, meeting Alastor’s eyes through the fifth floor window, and though Alastor can’t hear him, he reads his lips easily.

“Which one of us is the real one?”

Alastor’s entire body goes cold. The Lucifer outside chuckles at the same time the one beside him does, and the dichotomy between seeing it through a window and hearing it right next to him puts his mind in such a state of dissonance it feels as though his psyche is split.

The fur on his arms stand on end and he whirls around, stumbling away from Lucifer, but the room is empty. There’s no scuff on the floor from Lucifer’s shoes, or imprint in the plush carpet from his cane. Even the weight of his presence had vanished, and suddenly Alastor wondered if he’d felt it at all.

Swallowing hard, he clutched the window sill, and found the Lucifer outside strolling languidly through the flower bushes and cobblestone walkway, slowly disappearing deeper into the gardens. He doesn’t look up at Alastor. Doesn’t so much as tilt his head to the side to glance at him.

He just follows his daughter without a hitch in his step or sweat on his brow. Unchanged.

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Another Dark Lucifer tidbit. I just think the ability to clone yourself has a lot of potential for scary psychotropic shit.

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”Every day, he’s got a new format!📞📺”

At least his head is immortal now

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Drew the first one at work. Then I got uncomfortable with how he was looking at "me," and drew the second one in response (also at work).

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The real reason he was gone for seven years.

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June 18, 1989: Sayu Yagami is born.

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This was how the first two born were properly cared for by Hell's leader, princess, and Overlord

Bare with me, I'm still new